He's not a thief, he's a pervert.

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At 8:00 AM, Xizhimen subway station is truly a sight to behold in Beijing. Looking down from the upper floors, it's a massive, dark mass of heads—quite a spectacle. With my backpack on, looking at the long, winding queue below, I couldn't help but regret leaving earlier. Being late for an interview is never a good thing.
But in a narrow passage, the brave prevail. I didn't even care about my newly bought shirt; for a graduate of an ordinary university's Chinese literature department, this interview opportunity was incredibly valuable. To be precise, this was one of the three interview invitations I received out of seventy-six resumes I'd submitted, and it was also the best-paying one.
I slung my backpack over my shoulder and squeezed into the crowd, slowly inching forward with the person in front of me.
At this rate, who knows when I'd finally board? I desperately wanted to push forward, but unfortunately, the person in front of me was a girl dressed very scantily. To avoid being mistaken for a subway pervert, I had to maintain a small distance between us.
A full fifteen minutes passed before Deng Zhijiu finally reached the platform, joined the long queue, and glanced at the TV above him—three more minutes until his turn. The surroundings were noisy; some people were reading on their phones, some were whispering, and others were listening to something with headphones on.
Finally, the bus arrived, but before he could even move forward, he was pushed aside by the surging crowd of people getting off. Once everyone had left, the loudspeaker beeped urgently, a sign that the doors were about to close.
If he didn't get on this bus, he'd be truly late. In a panic, he didn't care about anything else and squeezed through the crowd. The girl with the handbag who had been standing in front of him was pushed aside, glared at him, and then squeezed back to the door, just as it closed.
"Damn it!"
The girl's eyes practically spit fire. She glanced at her watch; being late was inevitable. Thinking of the she-devil's face, she wanted nothing more than to devour the jerk who had just squeezed on behind her. Once
on the bus, Deng Zhijiu was surrounded by people. Now, even if there was a sudden stop, he wouldn't fall.
Deng Zhijiu smiled wryly and used his hands to separate himself from the burly man in front of him. Being so close to a man on the subway was hardly a pleasant experience. However, to his surprise, even with just that slight movement, his back touched two soft mounds. Although Deng Zhijiu was just a college student, any normal man, even without thinking, would know what it was.
Deng Zhijiu turned around, intending to apologize to the girl behind him, but she took a small step closer, bringing them even closer. To Deng Zhijiu's further astonishment, whether from the pressure or something else, the girl's hands touched his thighs.
The girl blushed, glanced at Deng Zhijiu, and lowered her head, pressing even closer. Summer clothes were thin, and they were practically skin-to-skin. Deng Zhijiu swore the girl wasn't wearing anything. Even more surprising, the girl's left hand suddenly moved upwards, placing it on Deng Zhijiu's lower back. "Holy crap, did I run into a female pervert?"
Deng Zhijiu felt the sensation behind him amplified countless times. That soft, blood-pumping touch instantly traveled from his back to his brain. If it weren't for the crowded subway and the blasting air conditioning, he would have had a physical reaction. Are
girls these days so open? Deng Zhijiu felt like he'd wasted over twenty years of his life. In less than a minute, his worldview had been completely overturned.
Just as Deng Zhijiu was lost in his reverie, he suddenly noticed something strange in his pants pocket. He quickly reached behind him and found half of the girl's right hand already inside. "Damn, I thought it was a moral issue, but it turns out it's a financial one. It's true what they say, every profession has its difficulties. Do thieves these days have to resort to sex?"
The girl struggled a few times, and Deng Zhijiu sneered. "Now you know to run away? Why didn't I know before? My entire month's living expenses are in that wallet."
Deng Zhijiu turned and gave the girl a cold look. The girl's face flushed red, and she looked at Deng Zhijiu with pleading eyes, like a lamb caught by a big bad wolf.
Playing the victim won't work; I'm not buying it. Just as Deng Zhijiu was feeling smug, the girl suddenly shouted, "Pervert! Why are you touching my hand?!" The girl glared angrily at Deng Zhijiu. Before Deng Zhijiu could react, countless angry gazes had already locked onto him.
Damn it, the guilty party is accusing him first!
"You…"
Before Deng Zhijiu could say anything, a young man next to him grabbed Deng Zhijiu's hand, and the girl took the opportunity to pull her hand away. To the unsuspecting onlookers, Deng Zhijiu now looked exactly like a pervert caught red-handed on the train.
"So young and already doing bad things, bullying girls."
"I despise scoundrels who act like hooligans in public." "Take her to the police station, miss, don't be afraid, we can all testify." The young man holding Deng Zhijiu's hand was now acting as her protector.
Just then, the subway arrived at the station, the doors opened, and the girl didn't respond to the protector's words, turning around and getting off.
The protector was surprised, thinking the young girl was afraid of ruining his reputation and didn't dare to speak up, and loudly said, "Miss, don't be afraid..."
Deng Zhijiu shook off the young man's hand and angrily said, "I finally caught a thief, and you let him go..." "Bullshit, you acted like a hooligan and then falsely accused someone of being a thief. Even if the victim is gone, we have so many witnesses in this carriage. I don't believe you can come up with anything at the police station." As the young man spoke, he prepared to take out his phone from his pocket to call the police, but the moment he touched his pocket, he froze.
"My phone is gone, my wallet is gone too! Oh, was that girl really a thief? My brand new iPhone 7..."
Seeing the pale-faced young man, Deng Zhijiu had nowhere to vent his anger. He could only say, "Get off the bus now, maybe you can still catch her."
The young man, no longer caring whether Deng Zhijiu was a pervert, hurriedly jumped off the bus to chase after the thief. The people around knew their indignation had been misplaced, so they treated it as a free sitcom and went back to their own business.
[The End]

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