But now, hehehe, despite the luck, we still won! So Ruohui couldn't wait and rushed over, pulling out the class monitor, who was representing the boys, and Congrong, who was representing the girls, from the shadows.
"Lost, huh?!" The victorious little girl knew nothing of restraint, instead swaggering with smug pride. The class monitor looked at her, utterly dejected. Even horses stumble, and people make mistakes. Who would have thought this tomboy could actually get a date with the school's famous Prince Charming? At this rate, he'd never find his dream wife.
The little man continued arrogantly, "Tch, betting with me is a death sentence, you know?" His tone was exactly like Uncle Benshan's. Suddenly, she noticed Congrong's face twitching, his eyes twitching as he winked at her. Ruohui scoffed, "Congrong, are you dizzy from losing?!" A faint voice came from behind, "Oh, what did they all lose to you for?" Ruohui swallowed involuntarily, "A lot!" Uh, should she tell her story one by one? Suddenly, she quickly stopped talking. Wait, that voice sounded very, very unfamiliar, and it sounded really eerie.
Turning around, she saw Feng Jiayue standing coldly behind her, looking at her.
Although all the spoils were delivered to Ruohui, they left her with a lingering problem. Whenever she saw a boy who was about 1.8 meters tall, had a decent appearance, and wore light-colored clothes, she would quickly walk around him. Fortunately, Feng Jiayue graduated not long after, and Ruohui could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
However, at the graduation ceremony, after Feng Jiayue finished speaking as a representative of outstanding graduates and stepped down from the podium, Ruohui, who was sitting in the audience, saw a very gentle and beautiful long-haired girl with a very romantic and melodramatic appearance handing him a bottle of purified water with a smile, which he accepted calmly.
Cong Rong quietly leaned closer: "Ruo Hui, did you see that?" Ruo Hui was a little confused: "Saw what?" Cong Rong pointed: "That beautiful woman, we don't know her at all, we don't know who she is." Ruo Hui just glanced at her perfunctorily and continued to watch "Ghostbusters" with her head down.
Just kidding, the proprietress over there is incredibly stingy and inflexible; she charges an extra dollar for each day you're late.
Moreover, the roast duck was delicious, but unfortunately she was a vegetarian.
My second year of high school has begun.
For the habitually lazy Ruohui, the road was bumpy. Her father, who had high hopes for her, confiscated her novels, cut off her internet access, and forced her to attend evening self-study sessions at school, even though she didn't live on campus. To prevent his daughter from sneaking out to play games again, her father would pick her up from school at 10 pm every night, precisely on time.
Even the most meticulous plans can have flaws. At eight o'clock in the evening, Ruohui, with her sharp eyes, spotted her homeroom teacher's plump figure swaying as he turned the corner. She immediately darted to a large, chubby boy: "Old Jin—" Old Jin looked up: "Busy? Go take a break, wait until I finish this problem!" Ruohui rolled her eyes: "I'll treat you?" In a flash, her vision blurred, and Old Jin had already dragged her out the door: "Why didn't you say so earlier?!" Ruohui sighed: "I said, you should at least have some restraint—"
After a fierce battle, it was already past ten o'clock. The two left the arcade, still feeling unsatisfied. Seeing that it was getting late, Lao Jin hesitated: "Ruo Hui, we take the subway in opposite directions, what should we do?" Ruo Hui cupped her hands in greeting: "Take care, don't bother seeing me out."
She had already inserted the coin and entered the station when she suddenly realized, oh no! She hadn't brought her backpack. It was true that her dad was working overtime and coming home late, but he was born to be a KGB agent. Although it was a waste of his talents, he was more than capable of dealing with a newbie like her! Ignoring the two yuan that had grown wings and fluttered away, she ran back the way she came.
She grabbed her schoolbag and headed along the shortcut she always took. Beside the path was a shallow pond, and she silently recited, albeit with a slight alteration, "Sparse shadows slant across the clear, shallow water; a faint fragrance drifts in the deep night." Suddenly, a faint sound: "Help—" She was instantly terrified. Could it be—a ghost—?! Just as she was about to run for her life, she clearly heard a girl's soft sobs and a low, menacing male voice: "Shut up!!"
Almost instantly, without thinking, she boldly rushed forward: "What are you doing?!" Her equally sharp 5.1 eyes clearly saw a man taking advantage of the late hour at school, pinning a girl returning home late to the ground, attempting to assault her. The scrawny, short, and thin middle-aged man, initially frightened by her, looked up and saw it was a petite girl. He immediately relaxed, almost grinning maliciously as he stood up to grab her: "Don't worry, baby, it'll be your turn soon—"
With a resounding slap, he received a heavy blow to the face. Enraged, he sprang to his feet, closing in on her. Ruohui threw down her schoolbag, spat in disgust, and without a word, lunged forward and delivered another heavy slap, followed by a few punches that knocked him to the ground. "Damn it, besides my dad, no one else deserves to call me 'baby,' he deserves a beating!!" Her Muay Thai, which she had practiced for so long but never managed to use effectively, unexpectedly gave way to a burst of energy, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, beginning to feel smug.
Seeing that things were not going well, the man seized an opportunity and finally fled in panic.
Ruo Hui helped the sobbing girl up, then picked up her own bag. Only then did she hear a figure approach beside her, and a voice said calmly, "Are you alright?" She looked up, instantly enraged: "What kind of man are you?! You just stood there and let the girl be bullied?!!"
Feng Jiayue looked at her. He lived nearby and was a night owl, occasionally exercising in the evenings. He had also heard the commotion, but she acted too quickly; he barely had time to react. He hadn't expected her to be so skilled. That man deserved his bad luck, getting slapped all over his body, and then what?
He smiled. There were even police officers waiting for him at the door.
Wow, that's quite a treat.
"Why are you following me?" he asked bluntly.
"Prove one thing." He spoke slowly and concisely.
"What is it?" The newbie's curiosity was easily piqued.
"I'm still a man."
Ruo Hui rolled her eyes. How childish! She'd already witnessed the policeman's dashing figure and her opinion of him had changed somewhat. Tsk, he's quite intelligent, isn't he? And he's quite humorous too; otherwise, how could they have walked such a long way so quickly, chatting away?
As she approached her doorstep, Ruohui stopped abruptly, saying, "Please go back." Her father's figure was already in sight, but he was no less formidable than Yu Guangzhong. While Yu Guangzhong had four imaginary enemies, Ruohui was omnipresent, always present.
Sigh, this is definitely a problem for single-parent families.
Feng Jiayue seemed not to understand: "What, have you arrived home yet?" Ruohui forced a smile: "Brother, to tell you the truth, when my father sees you, he will definitely..." The meaning was left unsaid.
Feng Jiayue smiled, shook his head, and denied it: "No, you were very brave today." Ruohui was finally forced to break out in a cold sweat. If her father found out she had skipped self-study, given her father's decades-long Iron Palm technique, she would be finished! She belatedly realized that she had finally seen through this wolf in sheep's clothing, but the situation was beyond her control, so she had no choice but to lower her voice and ask: "What exactly do you want?"
He looked down at her, listening to the powerful, imposing voice and the terrifying figure getting closer and closer: "Is that you, Ruohui? Why are you back so late?!" He could vaguely hear the cracking and creaking of her joints.
He smiled faintly, his meaning unclear: "So you do have moments of fear too." He had thought she was immune to all poisons.
As is often the case in times of crisis, Ruohui blinked her eyes and said with utmost sincerity, "Brother, this Sunday evening at seven o'clock, at the same movie theater entrance, I will apologize to you. Is that alright?"
Feng Jiayue glared at his friend, who was practically collapsing to the ground laughing uncontrollably, and said with a hint of sullenness, "Be careful of intestinal obstruction." Liang Yiqun gave him a thumbs up, sincerely exclaiming, "Awesome!"
He tried and tried, but he couldn't hold it in any longer. Oh no, he was going to suffer internal injuries from holding it in.
That's incredible!
He finally stopped, thought for a moment, and analyzed the situation clearly. With a mix of emotions, he stood firmly in line: "Sigh, like lambs to the slaughter." What a pity for such a pure and lovely young lady! Not only is she pleasing to the eye, but she also has a pretty fierce personality!
Feng Jiayue glared at him again, but deep down, he had to admit that in that key high school where grades were the ultimate deciding factor, it would take considerable courage to command all 53 students in the class to sacrifice their precious study time and line up to watch a movie without missing a single one.
Even so, she has no reason to play him a third time, right?
Liang Yiqun is overthinking things.
Feng Jiayue was so busy, with a whole bunch of academic clubs and other miscellaneous activities. He barely had time to think about this idle person from so far away. So when he stepped into the activity center at the Christmas party and saw this bizarre scene, he was so astonished that he could hardly utter a word for a long time.
A group of grown men stood around the circumference of the center with boundless admiration, obediently listening to the instructions given by the person at the center. Then, a small hand could be vaguely seen flying, and the crowd scattered to their respective positions. A petite figure nimbly darted up the ladder to the roof in a few steps, and with a whoosh, a huge banner was immediately and obediently pasted along the edge.
Before he could even ask, Liang Yiqun rushed over, grabbed his hand tightly, and exclaimed with admiration, "Jia Yue, you are truly talented!"
This Xi Ruohui, though not good at literature, is skilled in martial arts, equivalent to three or five grown men. Moreover, his skills in coordination and deception are extraordinary, even surpassing Zhao Benshan. Even a pearl found in the sand needs someone to recognize it. From now on, he, the organization's officer, will be secretly delighted by all this and that.
Why could Feng Jiayue be the chairman while he was just a low-level staff member? That's the difference!
He was completely convinced.
"Clap clap clap—" Feng Jiayue clapped his hands. "Everyone has worked hard. Let's get together tonight and have hot pot." Everyone laughed and whistled, excited that they could finally take advantage of the chairman. Xi Ruohui hurriedly raised her hand, seriously out of touch with reality: "I have something to do." "What is it?" Liang Yiqun, who had been treating her better and better lately, almost making her feel uneasy, asked first.
Just kidding, anyone who doesn't watch Halley's Comet hitting Earth is an absolute idiot.
Ruohui, completely unaware, readily replied, "A friend is coming." "A friend?" Liang Yiqun's eyes darted around. "What does that have to do with anything, right, Jia Yue?"