The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 188: Mr. Lopez Was Smashed to Death

He didn't hesitate.

Without another word, John shot forward like a bolt of lightning. His body became a blur, streaking toward the building with speed that defied human limits.

"Mr. Lopez?" the dean called, stunned by the sudden departure. Before he could make sense of what was happening, he turned and followed John's line of sight.

Then he saw it—the figure teetering over the ledge.

His face turned pale.

A student is trying to jump...!

His own problem vanished from his mind instantly. With heart pounding, he broke into a run toward the building, nearly tripping over his own feet in panic. As he ran, he fumbled for his phone and dialed 119.

But before he could get far, the worst happened.

The figure let go.

The girl jumped.

The dean gasped aloud, his stomach twisting in horror.

This is bad. So bad!

Not only was a life at risk, but the consequences for the school would be massive. A suicide on campus? The scandal alone would be devastating. If the girl died, there'd be an uproar—investigations, media coverage, public outrage. If her family caused a scene, it could destroy the school's reputation entirely.

Meanwhile, John had already reached the base of the building.

He didn't look up—he knew.

He could sense her falling before anyone else even realized it.

He positioned himself directly below and raised his arms, preparing for impact.

Other students nearby, unaware of what was happening, were jolted by John's sudden appearance. They had no idea someone was falling—until they looked up and saw her.

A scream erupted.

"Oh my god! She's jumping!"

The shock on the students' faces was indescribable.

"Is Mr. Lopez trying to catch her?! From the fifth floor?!"

"He's gonna die!"

They couldn't believe their eyes. The height was unforgiving—falling from the fifth floor was practically a death sentence.

There was no way John could catch her safely. If anything, he'd get himself killed too.

"Someone call for help!"

But there was no time.

Just as the girl plunged toward the ground, she collided with John's outstretched arms.

There was no sickening crack, no spray of blood.

Instead, John wrapped his arms tightly around her and twisted midair, rolling them both along the grass several times to reduce the impact.

What nobody knew was that moments before the girl hit him, John had already released a cushion of vital energy—an invisible layer that slowed her descent just enough.

The result was a miracle.

Both of them were alive.

"Mr. Lopez! Are you okay?!"

The dean arrived, panting, just in time to see John sitting on the grass with the girl safely in his lap.

"I'm fine," John replied calmly, brushing a blade of grass from his shoulder.

The dean's eyes went wide. "You—You actually caught her? She jumped from the fifth floor..."

There wasn't a single scratch on him.

It defied logic. It defied reason.

But that wasn't what mattered right now.

He quickly knelt beside them, checking the girl for injuries.

Students gathered nearby, their expressions filled with awe and disbelief. Murmurs rippled through the crowd.

"He actually caught her..."

"That fall should've been fatal..."

"He didn't even break a bone! What kind of monster is he?"

"It was like something out of a movie!"

But not everyone got the story straight.

Back in Classroom T, things quickly spiraled into confusion.

A panicked student burst in, face pale and drenched in sweat.

"Mr. Lee! Something horrible happened! A girl jumped and landed right on Mr. Lopez! There's blood everywhere! It's terrifying!"

"What?!" Charles Lee jumped to his feet in alarm.

Gasps erupted throughout the classroom.

"Mr. Lopez was hit?"

"Was he... was he killed?!"

"I knew something was going to happen..."

Charles raised his hand. "Everyone, calm down! No one is allowed to leave this room!"

He turned to two teachers beside him. "You two—stay here and keep everyone in their seats. Don't let anyone go out to gawk."

With that, Charles and the rest of the faculty rushed outside, faces grim.

Emily, already sensing something was off, followed close behind.

She didn't believe for a second that John—a cultivator—could die from something like this. But clearly, something serious had taken place.

When they arrived at the scene, they froze.

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There was no blood.

No broken bones.

Just John, perfectly fine, and a crying girl beside him.

The "horrifying tragedy" was nothing but a rumor.

Charles heaved a heavy sigh, half-relieved, half-infuriated.

"These students and their gossip... We should punish whoever spread this! I nearly had a heart attack!"

Still, the truth remained—someone had jumped. This wasn't over.

Emily rushed to Rosa's side, kneeling beside the trembling girl.

"Rosa... why would you do something like this?" she asked gently. "If you're hurting, you can tell me. Why would you go so far?"

The girl didn't respond. Her face was pale, streaked with tears. She simply sat there, lips pressed together, sobbing silently.

Emily's heart ached.

This was Rosa—one of her students. A sweet, obedient girl. The last person she'd ever expect to do something so desperate.

Emily turned to Charles. "Mr. Lee, may I speak with Rosa in private?"

Charles hesitated, then nodded. "Be careful. Keep an eye on her. If anything happens again, we'll have no choice but to call her parents."

"I understand. I'll talk to her... and see what's really going on."