The nosy bus girl

"Get up! You'll be late for school!"

Zhang Qian opened her eyes at her mother's urging, reluctantly crawling out of bed. Just as she took off her pajamas and started changing, her mother's impatient voice came from the doorway again: "Don't dawdle, you'll be late!"

"Okay, okay."

Zhang Qian, who commutes to school, usually takes the early tram. Although the tram ten minutes later is just in time for her, that time happens to be rush hour. It's a bit early, but at least she avoids the rush hour and won't be jostled around. And most importantly, she's heard that there are often perverts taking advantage of people on trams during rush hour.

Many of her female classmates have told her about being harassed on crowded trams. So, Zhang Qian, who already hates taking trams during rush hour, is even more determined to get up ten minutes earlier rather than take the tram during rush hour.

"Mom, our math teacher is so annoying." After washing up, Zhang Qian sat at the table looking at breakfast, but had no appetite at all.

"Ugh! How can you talk about your teacher like that!"

"Other classes just hand in their summer homework and that's it, but our teacher insists on giving us a quiz, as if he's so dedicated." Zhang Qian said indignantly, very dissatisfied with the teacher's unnecessary fuss.

"Oh, I see. The teacher has his reasons. Didn't you lend your summer homework to your classmate? Your teacher is doing this to prevent plagiarism. In my opinion, your teacher did the right thing." Her mother quickly placed breakfast in front of Zhang Qian while comforting her.

"Hmph, because of this quiz, I had to stay up so late, and I'm still sleepy. What's worse is that he didn't mention it beforehand. If he had told me about the test during the holidays, I could have reviewed during the whole break! Why would I have to rush to catch the train at night?"

"Alright, no matter how much you complain, the teacher won't stop the test. Hurry up and eat, will you make it in time?" "I'll make it, but I'll miss the early train."

After eating a few bites, Zhang Qian grabbed her schoolbag and ran out the door.

Just as expected, the tram to school was packed, and the forty-minute journey was truly unbearable.

The school's distance was actually related to her childhood martial arts training. Zhang Qian loved martial arts from a young age, and her mother, unable to dissuade her, sent her to a martial arts school. She excelled academically, even winning an award in a regional martial arts competition during junior high. However, there was a downside: she became less and less like a girl.

Martial arts was her hobby, but her mother worried that the already lively and active Zhang Qian would become a "tomboy," so she enrolled her in an all-girls school to study academic subjects, naturally refusing to send her to the martial arts school.

Undoubtedly, her mother's decision was correct. After more than a year of interacting with the girls at school, Zhang Qian, now a sophomore in high school, had largely shed her masculine mannerisms. However, due to her personality, she still couldn't shake her tendency to stand up for what's right.

Zhang Qian was a very beautiful girl with flowing black hair past her shoulders. Her fair, oval face was framed by large, bright, and expressive eyes. Years of martial arts training had sculpted her into a beautiful figure, and she exuded youthful energy.

Although it was already September, the weather was still very hot. The crowded tram made it impossible to move. The smells of conditioner, perfume, and sweat mingled together, creating an unpleasant odor that filled the entire carriage.

"Sigh! If only Mom had woken me up earlier..." Zhang Qian began to regret boarding the tram. At 1.62 meters tall, she was surrounded by tall male commuters, her view almost completely blocked, and even her breathing became labored.

"No, don't..." Through the gaps between the commuters' shoulders, Zhang Qian idly watched the trees rushing past the window. Suddenly, she faintly heard a woman's voice.

Ah, what was going on? The tram was too noisy; she couldn't hear clearly. Afraid she had misheard, Zhang Qian quickly listened again.

"Big brother, please don't..."

Zhang Qian searched for the source of the voice, her gaze constantly shifting between the shoulders of the office workers. Had she misheard?

"No, no, this is too much..."

She couldn't have misheard; there was a pervert. Zhang Qian looked around again and finally spotted a girl by the train door, her face flushed and head bowed. The girl had long, flowing hair and a delicate oval face that made her look like an honest person, while the man pressed against her clearly wasn't a good guy. Seeing this,

Zhang Qian quickly squeezed past the girl. Amidst the surprised and disgusted gazes of the surrounding office workers, she felt no embarrassment, but rather a growing anxiety, wishing she could burst through the crowd.

Finally, Zhang Qian squeezed next to the girl. The girl looked familiar, as if she were from the same school. Her long, black hair swayed, and the girl faced the train door, shifting impatiently. Behind her stood a thin man. The man, dressed in casual clothes, was about 1.78 meters tall, his body almost touching the girl's. The girl's face was flushed, and she was breathing heavily and irregularly.

Sure enough, there was a pervert; the girl sensed it too. Zhang Qian looked down and saw that the man's hand was lifting the girl's skirt, his other hand hidden inside the skirt, and his abdomen was pressed tightly against the girl's buttocks, rubbing up and down while he breathed heavily on her neck.

This pervert is too audacious! He clearly knows I've squeezed in, yet he's still doing that filthy thing! A surge of anger welled up inside her, and Zhang Qian suddenly grabbed the man's wrist that was lifting her skirt and twisted it upwards with force. As a top student at the martial arts school, simple fighting techniques were naturally a piece of cake for her; immediately, the man let out a groan of pain.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing? Let go! Hey..." "Everyone come quick, this guy's a pervert!" Zhang Qian's thumb pressed against the man's pulse point, and with a deft twist of her wrist, she twisted his arm high behind his back, positioning him head down and hips up, like an airplane diving.

"No... hey, it hurts! I didn't do anything!" The man grimaced and cried out in pain, shaking his head rapidly to deny what he had just done.

Just then, the tram arrived at the station, and Zhang Qian forced the man off the tram, handing him over to the traffic police officer standing guard nearby.

"Officer, this guy is harassing people on the tram!"

"Hey, hey..."

The man was being grabbed like a chick by a beautiful girl who was much shorter than him. The traffic policeman asked in surprise, "Did you catch him?"

"Yeah, this guy is shameless, openly harassing people on the tram." Zhang Qian pointed to the girl the driver had brought over and asked, "Tell me, did he molest you?" "Um..." The girl was taken aback by the sudden question and didn't know how to answer, only knowing to lower her head in embarrassment.

The doors closed again, and the tram continued to carry its passengers to its final stop.

"Oh no, we're going to be late for school and get scolded by the teacher! Officer, he's all yours." Zhang Qian quickly handed the man over to the traffic policeman, then took the girl's hand and boarded the tram. They stood together by the door; the girl was slightly taller than her, about 1.65 meters.

"We're from the same school, right? My name is Zhang Qian, I'm in Class 3, Grade 11. What's yours?" After a brief silence, Zhang Qian took the initiative to strike up a conversation with the girl.

"My name is Shen Xinghua, I'm in Class 1, Grade 3."

"Oh, you're a year older than me. It must have been embarrassing for you! You should have fought back. If you had just yelled at him, he would have run away in fear."

"Yeah, thank you so much for your help. If it weren't for you, I..." The two chatted happily, and before they knew it, the tram had arrived at their destination.

"You bitch, I'm not done with you!" Having been humiliated in front of so many passengers, Zhao Kang wanted nothing more than to kill that meddlesome girl to vent his anger. His eyebrows furrowed into a deep V-shape, his shoulders trembling with rage. Being caught molesting a high school girl, and then having his arms twisted behind his back and taken to the traffic police by a girl—this humiliation fueled his fury, filling his heart with intense hatred for Zhang Qian. "

You bitch, don't let me see you again, or I'll repay you a thousandfold for the humiliation I suffered!" After Zhang Qian left, Zhao Kang offered her cigarettes and forced a smile, finally managing to escape only after paying a small sum of money.

Standing at the tram stop, Zhao Kang swore venomously, but where could he find that bitch? She looked like a student; taking such a crowded tram at this time of day meant she was on her way to school. Suddenly, an idea struck him, and Zhao Kang quickly looked up the tram's route.

With a sinister chuckle, Zhao Kang knew where to find her, while Zhang Qian was still immersed in the joy of helping others.

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