novelraw Chapter 96 The Fairy's Punishment
Chapter 96 The Fairy's Punishment
Chapter 96 The Fairy's Punishment
It takes nearly two hours to drive from Xingcheng to Wuling.
At 9:00 a.m., a white new energy vehicle drove into the underground parking lot of an office building in Wuling.
Hua Qing turned off the engine, got out of the car, took a suitcase and a dance bag from the trunk, and dragged them into the elevator.
Take the elevator up to the fifteenth floor, and at the end of the corridor is a dance studio.
She pushed open the door, turned on the light, and changed into her dance practice clothes.
The tight-fitting black workout clothes accentuated her slender waist and smooth back lines.
The neckline is a standard dance round neck, revealing a section of fair neck.
She wore a pair of pure white dance leggings that tightly hugged her slender legs, extending from her waist to her ankles, outlining her straight and well-proportioned leg lines.
She stood in front of the mirror, re-tied her hair, and secured it with a hair tie.
At 9:20, footsteps and parents' laughter could be heard in the corridor.
The door was pushed open, and several girls were brought in by their respective parents.
"Teacher Hua! Long time no see!"
The woman in the lead was a middle-aged woman in her early forties, dressed elegantly, and clearly from a wealthy family.
She greeted Hua Qing with a smile and slipped a room key into her hand.
"Teacher Hua, you've come all this way. The hotel has been booked for you, the usual place. Get some rest tonight, you'll have another long day tomorrow."
Hua Qing took the room key: "Thank you, Qianqian's mom, you're too kind."
"Of course, of course."
Qianqian's mother chuckled and joked, "The girls have been talking about you at home for a long time, saying they miss Teacher Hua."
Several girls standing behind lowered their heads upon hearing this, their expressions subtle.
think?
What are you thinking?
Want to get beaten up?
The parents exchanged a few more pleasantries and then left one after another.
The door closed, and the dance studio fell silent.
Hua Qing turned around and faced the girls.
All four girls were art students. When they saw Hua Qing's gaze sweep over them, they all shrank their necks in unison, like four frightened quails.
Hua Qing's temperament is naturally aloof, and when she gets serious, she exudes an aura that keeps strangers at bay.
She took an electronic scale out of her bag and placed it on the ground.
"Change clothes, and as usual, weigh yourself first."
The girls exchanged glances, their expressions growing increasingly grim.
Hua Qing added, "Let's make this clear in advance: with the exams getting closer, the punishments have to be increased. From now on, it'll be ten strokes per pound!"
"ah!?"
The girl named Qianqian was the first to speak up: "Teacher Hua, ten strokes is a bit too much!"
"Yeah, yeah!"
Another girl chimed in, "Wasn't it fifth grade before?"
Hua Qing's eyes were cold: "The past is the past, and the present is the present. Do you think the examiner will give you a high score just because you plead?"
The girls were speechless after being rebuked and slunk away to the changing room to change their clothes.
A short while later, the four people came out after changing into their dance practice clothes and stood in a row.
Hua Qing pointed to the electronic scale: "Xiao Zhu, you go first."
Compared to the dance students, the girl called Xiao Zhu is a little "chubby". She is 1.68 meters tall and weighs 88 kilograms, which is considered "overweight" in this industry.
She stepped onto the scale with trepidation.
Hua Qing glanced down, her face expressionless: "Eighty-eight jin, you've gained half a jin."
Xiao Zhu said plaintively, "Teacher Hua, I... I just ate a little bit more these past few days—"
"Half a jin, five times."
Hua Qing picked up the pointer she had prepared in advance and pointed to the barre next to her: "Lie down properly."
Xiao Zhu stared wide-eyed, her eyes pleading pitifully.
Hua Qing remained unmoved.
Xiao Zhu had no choice but to move to the barre, hold it with both hands, and bend over.
"Smack."
The pointer fell, striking her buttocks precisely.
"what!"
Xiao Zhu shuddered in pain.
"Smack."
"Ugh————"
"Smack."
"Waaaaah————"
After five lashes, Xiao Zhu covered her bottom and retreated to the side with tears in her eyes.
Hua Qing remained expressionless: "Next."
The next two girls were lucky; one didn't gain any weight, and the other actually lost two ounces, managing to pass by sheer luck.
Finally, it was Qianqian's turn.
Qianqian is the best among them. She is tall, sweet-looking, and her family fully supports her. Hua Qing has always thought highly of her.
She stepped onto the scale.
The numbers jump, then finally freeze.
Hua Qing stared at the number, stunned.
"Ninety-six jin?"
She looked up at Qianqian, her eyes filled with disbelief: "Last month you weighed a little over 90 pounds, and you gained more than 6 pounds in just one month!?"
Qianqian shrank her neck and muttered softly, "I... I ate just a little bit more—"
"A tiny bit?" Hua Qing pointed at the scale. "This is what you call a tiny bit?"
Qianqian quickly clasped her hands together and begged for forgiveness: "Teacher Hua, I was wrong. I'll lose the weight as soon as I get back, and I promise I'll lose it all next week! Please forgive me this time—"
"no."
Hua Qing said firmly, "Do you know how badly my mom would beat me up if I dared to gain six pounds in a month back then? Start training! I'll give you a discount; you can do fifty more reps after you finish!"
Qianqian's face turned green: "Fifty...fifty strokes?! Teacher Hua!"
"How about I talk to your mom and have her give you all your allowance? You choose."
Qianqian remained silent for two seconds, her face filled with sorrow.
"Then let's just take the beating—"
"Alright, everyone come over here and warm up your legs."
Several girls obediently walked to the barre and began stretching their legs.
Hua Qing temporarily put down her teaching pointer, picked up her water glass, and took a sip.
It's not that she's really that cruel.
For dance students, managing their image is inherently a rather "inhuman" thing.
The parents of these girls have already invested a lot of money. For example, Qianqian's mother spends several thousand yuan every month on training fees alone.
Hua Qing takes the money to do things, so she has to do them well.
Back then, the beatings she endured were definitely more than twenty times greater than these few combined.
Warm-up complete, formal training begins.
"Xiao Zhu, that big jump you did, your knees were completely straight! How many times have I told you?"
"Qianqian, tighten your core when you spin. Why are you swaying like that with such a flexible waist?"
"You two, pay attention to the rhythm when you're working together. Who gave you permission to each dance your own way?"
In the dance studio, Hua Qing's voice could be heard from time to time, accompanied by the crisp sound of the pointer striking the ground.
The girls were so intimidated by her reprimands that they dared not utter a sound, repeating the actions over and over until she was satisfied.
As get out of class was about to end, Hua Qing put down her water cup.
"Qianqian, come here."
Qianqian's face was deathly pale as she slowly moved over.
"Lie down properly."
Qianqian looked at her pitifully: "Teacher Hua—"
Hua Qing shook her head: "Fifty strokes, no less!"
Qianqian desperately grabbed the barre and bent over.
Hua Qing picked up the pointer, ready to strike, when her phone lit up with a message from a contact at the top of her screen.
[Ding Heng]: Senior, could you be a little gentler? It breaks my heart to hear that.
Hua Qing's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously looked up at the door.
The dance studio door was closed, and there was no one outside the glass window.
My phone vibrated again.
[Ding Heng]: Don't worry, I won't peek at your training, but senior, you're not allowed to leave later.
Hua Qing gripped the pointer, her heart pounding.
He's here?
How did he know she was here?
Finally, Hua Qing looked at Qianqian without changing her expression.
"Smack."
The pointer fell.
"Slap."
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After fifty strokes, Qianqian covered her bottom and ran to change her clothes with tears in her eyes.
Zhonghua Qing took a deep breath and looked at the other girls.
"That's all for today. When you get back, send me your weight every day. Anyone who slacks off will have to double the amount next time."
The girls nodded repeatedly, quickly changed back into their own clothes, picked up their backpacks, and fled the dance studio.
The door closed, and the room became quiet.
Hua Qing stood still, motionless.
A few seconds later, the door was pushed open.
Ding Heng walked in and closed the door behind him.
He looked Hua Qing up and down, observing her tight black training clothes, white leggings, slender waist, long legs, and cheeks slightly flushed from her earlier exercise.
Hua Qing felt uncomfortable and lowered her eyes.
"Didn't you say you were going to participate in a dance competition?"
Ding Heng's voice was unhurried, with a hint of teasing.
Hua Qing pursed her lips, speechless.
Ding Heng walked up to her, looking down at her: "Senior, you're such a strict teacher. Why can't you be a little gentler?"
Hua Qing lowered her head and remained silent.
Ding Heng's voice turned cold: "Are you planning to never answer my questions, senior?"
Hua Qing bit her lower lip and forced herself to speak.
"They have to be punished when they do something wrong so they'll learn their lesson. That's how I grew up—"
"oh."
Ding Heng nodded, then changed the subject: "So, if the senior makes a mistake, should she be punished?"
Hua Qing was startled and looked up. Ding Heng's smile seemed harmless, but it made her heart pound.
"Today, we'll teach our senior a lesson too!"
Hua Qing stammered, unable to speak.
The next second, Ding Heng bent down and picked up the pointer from the ground, which landed on Hua Qing's thigh with a crisp sound.
Hua Qing winced in pain, her whole body trembling.
Ding Heng pointed to the barre to the side.
"Go over there, lie down properly."
Hua Qing stood stubbornly in place, without moving.
"Smack."
Another lash landed on the same spot on the thigh.
Hua Qing groaned in pain and cursed through gritted teeth.
"Scumbag—"
But she finally moved and walked to the barre.
Ding Heng leaned closer and gently placed one hand on her waist.
Hua Qing stiffened, then slowly bent down and held onto the barre with both hands.
Just like that day in Chengdu, her body was bent into an arc, her waist slumped downwards, and her buttocks slightly raised, as if she had been caster'd.
Saber, bound.
The mirror was right in front of her; she could see herself and Ding Heng behind her.
She's been beaten since she was a child, so she should be used to it by now.
But no matter how many times she was beaten, none of them had ever made her feel so terrified and humiliated.
"Do you know how many mistakes you've made lately, senior?"
Hua Qing bit her lower lip and muttered softly, "I lied to you about going to the dance competition—"
"Anything else!"
She grunted, "I'm deliberately avoiding you—"
"besides!"
Her voice lowered even further: "I deliberately played Long He's songs in front of you—"
"besides!"
Hua Qing was silent for two seconds, then said in a muffled voice, "I can't think of anything—"
"Then let me help you remember."
Ding Heng asked slowly, "Did you enjoy watching that night, senior?"
Hua Qing suddenly raised her head and looked at him through the mirror.
Did he find out?
Did he know she was at the door that night?
She wanted to open her mouth to explain, but before she could speak, Ding Heng lashed her with his whip, the pain causing her to swallow her words.
"Senior, you've made so many mistakes. Tell me, what are you going to do?"
Hua Qing glared at him with shame and indignation, squeezing out a sentence through gritted teeth.
"Scumbag."
Suddenly, Hua Qing's phone lit up.
A voice message popped up on the screen, accompanied by Qianqian's mother's WeChat profile picture.
Ding Heng reached for the phone and opened it.
"Teacher Hua, Qianqian said she left her phone in the dance studio. Could you check if it's there? I told her to come pick it up in fifteen minutes. Could you please wait a moment?"
After the audio finished playing, Ding Heng looked at Hua Qing.
"Senior, you're running out of time?"
The man's tone was devoid of emotion.
Fifteen minutes later, Hua Qing felt completely exhausted and almost knelt down.
Ding Heng supported her waist and pulled her up.
There was a knock on the door.
"Teacher Hua? Are you there? I've come to get my phone—"
It was Qianqian's voice.
Hua Qing took a deep breath and tried her best to make her voice sound normal.
"Wait a minute—"
She staggered to the side, picked up Qianqian's phone that she had left behind, and then went to open the door.
She opened the door a crack and handed the phone out.
"Here you go—don't forget next time—"
Qianqian took the phone and looked at her suspiciously: "Teacher Hua, why is your face so red?"
"It's nothing—I just ate some spicy snacks."
After Hua Qing finished speaking, she closed the door, leaned against it, and gasped for breath.
Ding Heng stood in front of her, and a system notification popped up in his mind.
[Progress of romantic entanglement: 58%]
One punishment resulted in an 8% increase!