rioters on the bus

Stepping out of the dormitory building, a wave of heat and blinding sunlight hit him. It was lunchtime, and the entire campus was eerily quiet. A few sparrows, seeking refuge from the heat, hopped listlessly from the branches of trees in front of the dormitory. The nearby football field, its once vibrant green grass trampled to death by students, was now barren. A breeze stirred up a cloud of dust, devoid of any life.

"Xu Zi!" Wang Xu, who was about to leave under the blazing sun, suddenly heard someone call his name from above. Turning around, he saw Wu Danyang, who had been about to sleep, peeking out of the window: "Help me log onto QQ." Before Wang Xu could reply, she retreated back into the heat.

Passing through a cluster of teaching buildings and girls' dormitories, he stood at the school gate, watched by several sleepless girls peering out of their windows. The guard in the nearby security booth, recognizing Wang Xu, opened the electronic gate without asking any questions.

After waiting for over ten minutes under the scorching sun at an empty bus stop, Wang Xu finally boarded the bus. A wave of heat, a mixture of cheap perfume and pungent body odor, hit him. The bus was packed with passengers, all crammed together in the small compartment. Sweat dripped from Wang Xu's forehead as he used his physical strength to push his way to the back door. Those who were pushed stared at Wang Xu, the culprit, but upon seeing his bulging muscles, they wisely chose to remain silent.

Standing in the aisle, Wang Xu craned his neck to look at the closed sunroof above him and couldn't help but curse, "Damn it, they don't even open the windows in this heat!" He

reached out and opened the sunroof, and a gust of cool air rushed in, instantly refreshing him. Several fashionably dressed and scantily clad girls who had been avoiding Wang Xu earlier now couldn't help but squeeze closer to him.

"Hmph, I haven't even squeezed you yet, and you dare to rub against me." Wang Xu looked at the girls who had gotten close to him, feeling a little annoyed. They didn't know that the person standing in front of them was the legendary "bus pervert," known for touching every inch of the bus. They were lucky he wasn't pushing them, yet they were scrambling to squeeze in.

"Ah, that feels good." Seizing the opportunity, Wang Xu nimbly moved his arms, one hand firmly on a girl's buttocks, the other arm brushing against another girl's chest. With the swaying of the bus, his arm rubbed back and forth against the girl's chest, inwardly marveling at the incredible development of girls' figures.

One of the girls who had been groped by Wang Xu turned around and looked at him, their eyes meeting Wang Xu's righteous gaze.

Looking at the girl's face, which resembled a lunar crater, Wang Xu hurriedly withdrew his large hand from her buttocks, involuntarily backing away to a safe distance. He exclaimed inwardly, "The world is truly full of wonders!"

Still shaken, Wang Xu darted around, searching for another girl nearby to harass.

Just then, a motorcycle suddenly darted out from in front of the bus, screeching as its tires slammed against the pavement. The standing passengers, caught off guard, lost their balance and lurched forward. A commotion erupted throughout the bus, with shouts and curses filling the air.

By the time Wang Xu had found a good spot, the motorcyclist who had nearly caused the accident had already fled the scene.

Muttering curses, he wiped the sweat from his brow. "If I'd known it would turn out like this," he thought, "who would have bothered taking the bus? So many people, I didn't even get my hands on anything, and now this has happened."

Wang Xu, determined never to squeeze onto crowded buses again, suddenly caught a glimpse of two strange-looking young men, around eighteen or nineteen years old, in front of him.

How did Wang Xu notice their odd behavior? Well, anyone could see it; who's ever seen two grown men crammed together with a middle-aged woman, exchanging knowing glances?

Wang Xu stared intently at the two men. Just then, the bus stopped at the bus stop, and a group of passengers jostled to get off.

Wang Xu, who hadn't let his guard down, suddenly noticed that one of the men had suddenly produced a sharp blade. The blade was small and thin, with only one side being the cutting edge and the other a handle covered by sheet metal. This type of blade was used by thieves to prevent injury during theft.

One of the men pretended to be jostled, pressing his body tightly against his target, saying to the disgruntled woman, "Don't push, don't push!"

The other man, spotting the situation, deftly used a knife to cut open the middle-aged woman's small bag, quickly pulling out a shiny red wallet.

The whole thing happened in a flash; the wallet was stolen. The two men exchanged a glance, a satisfied smile creeping onto their faces, and followed the flow of people towards the back door of the bus.

The man who had helped them jumped off, and the man behind him was about to get off when suddenly, as if pre-arranged, a large hand accurately grabbed the back of the neck of the man who had just stepped off the bus.

The sudden movement caused those preparing to disembark by the bus door to take two steps back. Before the man could even understand what was happening, Wang Xu's arm muscles bulged, and a voice like a thunderclap rang out: "Trying to run? Come back here!"

The man was overwhelmed by the strange strength in Wang Xu's arm, lifted into the air and back onto the bus. The man stood on his feet, flailing his arms and shaking his head, trying to break free from Wang Xu's grip, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake off Wang Xu's large hand on his neck.

Wang Xu ignored the man's struggles and glanced sideways at another man standing outside the bus: "Are you planning to run, or are you going to get on here yourself?"

The man outside hesitated for a moment, then put one hand into his pocket, as if there was something reassuring inside. The man who had just hesitated to run away jumped onto the bus. Aside from the fact that there were two of them, and although the man in front of him seemed intimidating, there was no need to be afraid; besides, even if he ran, the wallet he had painstakingly stolen was still with his accomplice.

Seeing the shape of a knife visible in the woman's pocket, Wang Xu tightened his grip, shouting, "Give this lady her wallet back right now, or you'll be taken to the police station!" His words were forceful and resolute, the sunlight streaming down his face like a halo of sanctity.

The girl who had been groped by Wang Xu earlier felt guilty for doubting him, seeing his imposing figure. How could such a righteous man be compared to a lecherous old man on the bus?

Upon hearing it was a pickpocket, the surrounding passengers all began checking their wallets. The middle-aged woman whose wallet had been stolen turned her handbag inside out and saw a short tear in it. Inside, her wallet was gone.

"Kid, you're something else, daring to meddle in our business." The man who boarded later pulled a folding knife from his pocket, snapped the blade open, and pointed it at Wang Xu menacingly.

Passengers around gasped at the sight of the knife. Wang Xu seized the opportunity, raised his leg, and kicked the man in the stomach. The man, who hadn't expected Wang Xu to dare attack under these circumstances, was kicked off the bus. The driver, who had been watching the

entire time on the security camera, quickly closed the doors, refusing to open them despite the man's shouts and curses.

Seeing that the biggest threat had been eliminated, Wang Xu narrowed his eyes at the man who had stopped struggling, and reached for his lower back with his free hand. Lifting the jacket that had been obscuring his view, a thick, shiny red leather wallet appeared before everyone's eyes.

Wang Xu took out the wallet and returned it to the anxious middle-aged woman beside him. He then said to the driver in front, "Open the back door first, so I can throw this guy off."

The young driver did as he was told, pressing the back door switch. Before the thief could speak, Wang Xu used his arm forcefully to throw him out the back door. The flying thief landed directly on another thief who had just gotten up from the ground. The other thief's knife plunged into the flying thief's thigh, and a spurt of blood gushed out like an arrow.

Watching the bus slowly drive away, the two unfortunate thieves cursed and helped each other walk towards a small clinic not far away.

Seeing Wang Xu stop the thief's violence, the passengers on the bus, as if by prior agreement, clapped their hands in praise of Wang Xu.

The bus quickly arrived at the stop near Wang Xu's house. Wang Xu chuckled and said to the people around him, "Excuse me."

He finally squeezed to the door, right next to the girl he had groped earlier. Just before getting off, as if possessed, Wang Xu reached out and gave the girl's shapely buttocks a big pinch. He jumped off the bus, and seeing the girl's amused expression, he hurriedly turned and ran. Only

after seeing the bus start moving away did he stop, panting and muttering to himself, "Damn, so embarrassing."

He hadn't gone two steps when he raised his hand, feeling the lingering warmth, and muttered, "I hate girls' jeans the most! They look nice, but they don't feel good to the touch!" He spat on the ground, grabbed his backpack, pulled out his white, semi-transparent school uniform, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and walked home.

"Ding-dong!" Finally home, Wang Xu rang the doorbell, but after waiting for ages without an answer, he reluctantly took out his keys and opened the door himself. As soon as he entered, he saw a large colorful paper pasted on the wall directly opposite the entrance.

Wang Xu changed into slippers, tossed his backpack onto the sofa, and went over to read it. It read: "Son, your dad and I went to celebrate Grandma's third anniversary. We'll be back next week. The five hundred yuan on the table is for your living expenses these few days."

"Sigh!" Wang Xu sighed, tore the paper off, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it on the coffee table behind him. He stuffed the money into his pocket, took a cold shower in the bathroom, drew the curtains in all the rooms, locked the doors, and went to school.

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