What a cruel attack

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Now, welcome our male protagonist, let him make his grand entrance! A sudden clap of thunder sounded, and a figure slowly stood up. This person was covered in dust, looking utterly disheveled. His satchel had fallen to the side of a garbage heap about two meters away, thankfully not landing in the trash.
He casually patted the dust off his clothes, and before he did, he noticed that many of the black dust marks on his white long-sleeved shirt were shoe prints. And the shoe prints were of varying sizes. Did this person work in a shoe store? But why were there complete shoe prints on his back as well? Then, he muttered softly, "Heh, they actually ambushed me here, catching me completely off guard. I didn't expect that, very well!" Clearly, this person had been beaten up; those shoe prints on his body probably weren't something he'd suffered easily.
So, who was this person who got beaten up? That's right, it's me, the protagonist. "Sigh, I have to do laundry again when I get home, oh!" I slapped my forehead, walked to the garbage heap, picked up my backpack, and dusted it off. "Thank goodness, my friend. Nothing serious, I'll wash it when I get back." I casually slung my crossbody bag over my shoulder, as if nothing had happened, and slowly walked towards my rented room. Although my expression remained relaxed, the bruises on my face and the footprints on my body betrayed this carefree young man; he was truly disheveled and miserable.
"Thump, thump, thump..." The low thud of footsteps echoed in the old stairwell. "Dongfang Huo, what happened to you again?" a clear voice rang out. I looked up at the stairwell entrance, and after recognizing the person, I chuckled, "Landlady, it's nothing, just a fall, I'll get up. It's nothing serious." I lowered my head and continued slowly upstairs. "It's always like this! Tell me, how many times have you been beaten up?" The landlady standing in front of me was named Liu Mei. True to her name, she had willow-leaf eyebrows and a face as beautiful as a peach blossom. She was pretty, 39 years old this year, but still looked like she was 29. I'd joked with her more than once, saying that if she told me her beauty secret, I could make a fortune. She always just laughed and said I was good with words.
"Don't be like that. If I'd known I'd get into this so often, I wouldn't have made such a fuss," I shook my head and opened the door. I lived in 201. The landlady owned two apartments, 201 and 202, so she lived across the hall. She mentioned she owned other properties, but I didn't ask for details. "You always say the same thing. Sigh, why aren't you more careful? You always attract those thugs!" The landlady seemed to feel sorry for my situation. Of course, I knew that, so to avoid worrying her, I closed the door.
Back in my room, I took everything out of my bag and onto my person, turned on the washing machine, and threw everything in to start washing. Looking at my body in the mirror, I saw no defined muscles. "What a terrible physique," I muttered. Although my muscles weren't developed, they were quite well-proportioned. I took off my underwear, revealing a man's penis—and I'm not exaggerating, it's 18 centimeters long when erect, incredibly thick. Of course, I don't really care about that. My second proudest feature is my legs. Why would a grown man like me praise my legs? Because I have explosive power; I can run and jump—what I'd call an extraordinary talent.
Of course, my greatest pride is my brain. I possess the ability to remember images, a rare ability in the world. In layman's terms, I have a photographic memory, far surpassing that of ordinary people. Secondly, my analytical abilities are also exceptional. I often lament why I didn't live in ancient times, because with my abilities, I could easily be a good strategist.
Of course, living in the present, I can't afford to squander this ability! In a fit of anger, I spat out, "Just you wait, you'll see!" Then I opened the bathroom door and started showering.
My body was covered in bruises, and washing was incredibly painful, but I endured it. Putting everything else aside, this group of guys and I were practically best friends. They'd beaten me up several times before. Although I'd been beaten up before, they'd at least served time in jail, but today I completely miscalculated—being bothered at this time and place. "Looks like I need to be more thorough in my planning," I thought, looking at my bruised and swollen face in the mirror after drying myself off. I
went back to the washing machine, took out my clothes and backpack, put them on the rack, and hung them on the balcony to dry. Then I lay back down on my bed in my bedroom and started reflecting on what had happened.
In my opinion (after all, this is a first-person perspective, I can't be in God's-eye view mode), the cause of all this was a woman.
Oh! No, a girl, to be honest, a very good-looking girl. As for me, I'm just an ordinary yet special high school sophomore. I attend HS High School, the top-ranked high school in the city (those interested can guess what HS means). This girl is also from the same school and in the same grade as me. However, I'm in Class 1 of the second year of high school (humanities stream), while she's in Class 2 of the second year of high school (science stream). How could two people from different classes, and from different streams, possibly cross paths? The reason is that one day after class,
I was slowly walking downstairs with my backpack, heading home, as usual. I don't know if fate was playing a joke on me, but after school, everyone rushes home, even if they forgot something, they wouldn't run like crazy! This girl, on the other hand, was sprinting upstairs. I said, "Fine, you can sprint, but at least keep to the right on the stairs! Why are you sprinting to the left on the stairs?"
Well, here's what happened. This place happens to be the platform between the second and third floors, and I bumped into her head-on. I must say, a sharp mind really makes a difference. Why? Because my reaction time was incredibly fast, and my explosive power was great too. I dodged her "Black Tiger Strike the Heart" attack in a flash, watching her fall to the ground with a leisurely air. I confess, I should have caught her before she fell, but she was just too fast. I swear to God I didn't trip her; she was already about to fall when she lunged at me. If I had blocked her, I might have hit my head on the top of the stairs. So I had to avoid her, which is understandable. Everyone falls, but this female warrior didn't seem to see it that way. She seemed to think falling was shameful. Everyone feels ashamed of falling in public, but you can't just take it out on someone.
She stood up and said to me, "Why did you trip me!" Honestly, I didn't trip her! But after a moment of surprise, I realized this girl was trying to divert attention and extricate herself from her predicament. Well, pretty clever. To be honest, I really admire her quick wit; it's practically the kind of quick thinking we've heard about in ancient times. In this situation, the best approach is not to argue. Be careful, arguing with a woman in this kind of situation will only make others think you're in the wrong, especially with a very pretty girl. So I simply walked away without saying a word.
This woman was really persistent; perhaps she was hurt from the fall and couldn't chase after me. She pointed at my back and shouted,
"You just wait!" My recollection stops here. This is the advantage of visual memory; I remember the situation perfectly clearly. Then, a guy at school who liked this girl started to stand up for her. How do I know this? Because the people this fool hired read it out when he first hit me. So, I started a battle of wits with this guy.
And today's beating was just a small ripple in a long line of beatings. My face is often bruised and purple, and after the bruising fades, it's back to its original state. However, I don't care. "So persistent!" I muttered, "It's been a month, and she's still causing me trouble. Fine! Very well, you vicious snake..." I paused, realizing I didn't even know the girl's name.
An unnamed anger rose within me. "I don't even know you, I don't even know your name, and you've been bothering me for a month over something so trivial!" Fine! Very well! I sat up straight as if I'd risen from the dead! "If you want to be in the first year of junior high, I'll be in the second!" With a clear goal, things became much easier.
The next day, I returned to school. "Dongfang Huo, what happened to you again?" It was our class monitor, Lin Lin, who asked me. She was also a great beauty, very responsible, and helpful. In any case, she was a thousand times better than that girl. "It's nothing, you get your shoes wet if you walk by the river, I was just unlucky." I waved my hand and returned to my seat. Lin Lin sighed and left.
Ordinary days always seem exceptionally long. My memory is phenomenal, so my grades are always excellent. The teachers, though always worried about my bruised and battered face, don't interfere much. After a day of classes, I'd memorize what the teachers said, and then, as soon as school was over, I'd start preparing to go home.
Walking down the stairs, I reached the small square in front of the school gate and saw that girl who had wronged me from afar! As the saying goes, enemies meeting are especially hateful. I looked around a few times, then my eyes suddenly lit up, and I quickly went over:
"Lin Lin, can I ask you something?" Lin Lin seemed surprised by my approach. Usually, I only spoke up when someone asked me a question; I never expected her to initiate a conversation like this. Lin Lin generously said,
"Ask away, genius. If I know, I'll definitely tell you." "Haha, ouch!" My smile touched the sore spot on my face. Before Lin Lin could ask her any more questions, I interrupted her, saying, "Look, that girl, that one, look where I'm pointing, the one in the white t-shirt. Yes! That's her! What's her name? I know she's in the second year of science class 2." "What's wrong?" Lin Lin asked gossipy, leaning closer. "Trying to pursue her?" "Nonsense!
Who wants to pursue her? I just want to know her name. Uh, don't look at me like that! That's all!" Lin Lin stared at me for a while, making me a little uneasy. "Chen Mei, her name is Chen Mei, the 'Mei' in 'charming'." "Thanks! I'm very grateful." Then I turned back and stared at Chen Mei's departing figure, saying in a low voice, "There will be a reward!" "What did you say?" "Ah! Ahahaha, I'll be very grateful. Hahaha, I'm leaving." After saying that, I quickly left.
Chapter Two: A Ruthless Act
"So your name is Chen Mei. Fine! Let's see how I deal with you!" Jiang Wen thought viciously as he walked down the street.
"Hey! You're the one Bao San beat up, right?" As I crossed a fork in the road, a voice came from an alley. Curious, I stopped and looked into the alley. I saw a group of about seven or eight people staring at me. My heart skipped a beat. This wasn't over yet! I instinctively took a step back.
"Don't back down! I'm not here to cause you trouble, I'm here to do business!" The fatter-looking man at the head of the group took a deep drag on his cigarette and exhaled. "I know! You got beaten up, by Bao San. Want some revenge? We'll get you back!" "Yeah! We'll get you back!" "We'll beat them up!" "Kill them!" His underlings cheered.
Hearing that they weren't there to cause trouble, I felt a little relieved. "Why are you helping me get revenge? You guys aren't that kind. What do you want?" "You're on the right track! Hahaha! I like guys who are on the right track! Brothers, you don't know, it's not easy for me to make a living like this, right?" The fat leader turned around and asked, receiving unanimous agreement from his underlings. He then turned back and said, "You know, we're human too, we need money to eat. You know Bao San? He's the one who led the beating up of you. He took 500 yuan from a student, oh! I remember he's from your school. Brother, I'm an honest man! 500 yuan, one price! I'll beat Bao San up for you." "No need, I have no grudge against Bao San," I slowly replied to them. These people are trying to do business with me right now. If things don't go well, they might start fighting! While we were talking, my brain started working at lightning speed. Scenes flashed before my eyes, I analyzed them thoroughly, and soon I thought of something very useful.
"Besides, it's no use me coming to you guys!" I said dismissively, shrugging my shoulders and shaking my head.
"Damn it! You brat, I'll beat you up!" One of the henchmen was about to step forward, but the boss grabbed him:
"What do you mean? I'm really serious about standing up for you. Don't be stubborn!" "I heard Bao San isn't Brother Leopard's subordinate from the West District?" I asked, resting my chin on my hand.
"Hahahaha! Little brother, please! This is the East District! Brother Leopard is from the West District, Bao San has nothing to do with him. I know that better than you do!" the boss said, as if amused.
"But I remember, the classmate who caused me trouble showed up with Bao San. When they fought, Bao San was quite respectful to my classmate. I was puzzled at the time, why was he being so respectful? Later, when they were talking, I found out that my classmate was from the West District, and was one of Brother Leopard's men. That day, he said that Brother Leopard was coming to take over the East District. At that time, you were either under their control or packing your bags and leaving. What use would it be for me to come to you?" After saying that, I looked at them with pity, as if they were a bunch of fools.
"What! Brother Leopard is coming to develop in our area? What about Brother Donglou! Boss, this is trespassing and stealing territory. We have an inside man here, we have to tell Brother Donglou!" One of the henchmen became nervous. The fat boss slapped his underling on the head: "What's the panic! Damn! I'm not even worried! What are you yelling about!" Then he turned around and said in a friendly tone, "Young man, you see, you can't just say things like that. You know..." Before he could finish, I interrupted, "I was knocked to the ground back then, who would have noticed that I might have overheard their conversation? Believe it or not, I've told you the news!" The fat boss hesitated for a moment: "Alright!
Thanks for telling us the news, young man! Let's go!" "Wait!" I called out unhurriedly.
"What! What else do you want?" The fat boss frowned and turned around.
"It's nothing serious. I didn't tell you the news for free, and I don't want any repayment. Just do me a small favor." "Oh ho! Getting excited! Tell me!" The fat boss asked with his hands clasped in interest.
"It's nothing. You guys are prepared, and you'll probably fight eventually. I hope you'll take care of Bao San and my lovely classmate while you're fighting." "Yo! You're a good friend, little brother! Interesting! Very interesting! I'll help you with this little favor! Hahahaha!" After saying that, he left with his underlings.
"Phew, I've dodged this trouble." I continued walking home. "Speaking of which, I've also taken care of that idiot. Not bad! Lucky me! Hey! Who told you to be so careless with your conversation? You reap what you sow!" I shook my head and silently mourned for them.
"Then all that's left is to teach Chen Mei a lesson!" After saying this, my eyes seemed to blaze with fire.
The next day, I came to school again. "Hmm, Chen Mei isn't in my class, nor on my floor. How am I supposed to know what she does all day long? Damn! She's disgusting." I scratched my head and said somewhat conflictedly.
"What did you just say?" Lin Lin appeared beside me like a ghost.
I was startled. Did she hear what I said? I tentatively asked, "You're so elusive, how could you not hear me? Hahaha." I started laughing like an idiot.
"Your voice is so soft, no one could hear you." "Really? Oh..." It seemed she hadn't heard me. I thought to myself, "I wanted to ask you something. Are you familiar with Chen Mei?" "Why do you ask?" Lin Lin was surprised. "I'm not familiar with her, I just know her name and recognize her." "Then do you know where she usually goes and what she does?" "Of course I don't know! Seriously, are you going to pursue her? There are tons of people pursuing her, you'd better be careful!" "What nonsense! I don't want to pursue her!
Besides, there are plenty of people pursuing you too!" "Um... I..." "Anyway! Stop gossiping about me, okay!" I was about to turn around when I suddenly remembered something. "Also! You absolutely mustn't tell anyone that I asked you this! Don't go around telling everyone!" "What? Why?" I was stunned, screaming in my mind, I need a reason!
I quickly replied, "Please! So many people are chasing me. If you spread the word, you're just pushing me into a fire pit!"
Besides, I don't want to chase after her! I can't let myself get into trouble for no reason! "Okay." "That's settled then! Bye, I'm outta here." I jumped up and headed towards the homeroom teacher's office. To find out about someone, you don't necessarily have to ask around; going directly to see them is the best option. Why go to the homeroom teacher's office? To ask for leave. I caught a chill last night, and my stomach hurts today. I want to go home and rest. The reason was perfectly valid, and the acting was perfect; I was practically bursting out with a fart. Plus, with my good grades, it would be hard for the teacher not to let me go.
So, should I go home? No! I calculated the floor location of Class 2, Grade 2 Science, found a spot on the playground where I could see them, and sat down to observe. Throughout the day, I even followed her around during meals, without letting anyone notice. Until school ended, I watched Chen Mei disappear at the intersection and waited at the door for 10 minutes, just in case she might come back.
I took three consecutive days of sick leave, silently observing Chen Mei, and finally figured out a few places Chen Mei would definitely go, or rather, places where I could make my move. First, there's the restroom. She goes there every day after lunch, alone. Second, there's the gym. She goes there during the eighth period every day. She comes out a little later than the others who practice, maybe because she practices harder. Finally, there's PE class. She also goes to the gym alone to practice. Since I'm just following along, I haven't gone inside to watch. Anyway, these are the only three easy places to start.
[This post was edited by wangboshi2 on 2017-04-06 10:46]

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