He Ling wanted me to treat her to a western meal and also wanted me to apologize. It was a bit unreasonable, but I agreed since she was holding Auntie Ren's necklace.
"Oh right, make sure you wear something nice on Friday." He Ling reminded me again.
"Huh? I'm treating you to an 'apology meal', not a 'date meal'. Why should I wear something nice? "
"Nonsense! If you don't wear something nice, how are you going to show your respect? How are you going to show your sincerity? "
During the call with me, the introverted personality she pretended to have in front of the male students in the Taekwondo dojo was nowhere to be seen. I'm not sure if she had already exposed her relationship when we were fighting on the stage.
"Okay, I'll dress up a bit more, but don't forget to bring Auntie Ren's necklace." I promised.
"Tsk, all you remember is the necklace, necklace. It seems like you really like Ren HongLi's daughter!"
I could hear a hint of jealousy in her tone. He Ling usually doesn't get to see any men at the school, so her parents might be a bit strict. Maybe she's in a 'boyfriend hunger' state and gets jealous when she sees other girls with boyfriends.
"It's alright …" I can't admit that I like her, but I can't deny it either. I don't know the specifics either.
"That's good." He Ling seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, "Let me tell you in advance, I'm not going on a date with you. It's a bit embarrassing even if I call you a brother with your looks. Don't be a toad that wants to eat swan meat and pester me afterwards, understand?"
Who wants an older sister like you who thinks so highly of herself! If Auntie Ren's necklace wasn't in your hands, I wouldn't be threatened by you!
He Ling, who didn't understand my thoughts, continued to warn me:
"Don't think that you can take advantage of me just because the restaurant in Petersburg has compartments and the lights are dim! Our Thousand Crane girls' school isn't that easy to bully! — — Have you heard of the Rose group? "
If you're worried I'll be a pervert, then don't choose a restaurant with compartments and dim lights! As for the Rose group, of course I've heard of them! Why are you asking?
"Hmph, it's good that you've heard of them! Although the Rose Group was the king of the girls' school, they would stand up for any girl who was bullied in our school. Don't think you're good at fighting, martial arts is different from street fighting! I know the higher-ups of the Rose group! If you don't act honestly, I'll find someone to beat you up! "
Ah, "I know the higher-ups of the Rose Group", what a terrifying threat! I was so scared that I wanted to laugh! Even if the Rose Three have a lot of underlings, what can they do to me? At most, you only know one of the Rose Three Heroes, but I know the ex-boss of the Rose Group! You're the one who picked up big sister's mother's necklace, yet you still want to make a deal with me. If it wasn't for Uncle He, I would've directly revealed Xiao Qin's identity. I don't believe you wouldn't be scared into returning the necklace with both hands!
Also, don't think that just because Auntie Ren brought me to challenge the dojo, I learned from her and walked the path of martial arts. I'm the one who started with street fighting. Without the restrictions of competition rules, I'm even stronger!
I put down the phone after I settled on Friday night with He Ling. I noticed that the bus was getting more and more passengers. It had already stopped a few times when I wasn't paying attention and there were a few new faces on the bus.
Through the gaps in the crowd, I seemed to see a familiar figure. However, I only saw it for a moment, so I couldn't be sure.
I thought I would definitely get home before 8, but the bus was blocked at a roundabout. Apparently, it was caused by a female BMW driver trying to cut in front of someone.
After waiting for more than ten minutes, the passengers gradually lost their patience and got off the bus one after another to find another way home. The bus returned to its previous emptiness. Everyone had a seat, and every seat was occupied.
Without the obstruction of the crowd, I was pleasantly surprised to see the class leader sitting by the window at the middle door.
Her calm black hair hung straight behind her head. She had both hands on her knees and her back was ramrod straight as if she was listening to a teacher. It was completely different from my sloppy sitting posture.
There were two barrels of soybean oil under the class leader's seat. I suddenly realized: the class leader must have gone to a supermarket to buy soybean oil on sale if she's taking the bus instead of riding a bicycle. The bicycle basket wouldn't be able to fit the two barrels of soybean oil. Even if it was, it would be hard to guarantee that it wouldn't be deformed.
Why would she go so far just to save some money? Your sister … no, your brother has been earning a lot of extra money recently, so it shouldn't be a problem for her to buy two barrels of soybean oil. Even if he doesn't want to pay, he can go with his sister to the supermarket and help her bring the oil back.
How heartless. If I had a sister like the class leader, I wouldn't have the heart to let her carry such heavy things.
Right when I was about to go over and ask if the class leader needed my help (the bus stop isn't in front of the class leader's house, and we still have to go up to the fifth floor), the bus door opened again and a few passengers got on.
Even though we were stuck in a traffic jam and no cars could leave, the bus in front of us was stalled, so the ten or so passengers who didn't want to find another way were arranged to sit on our bus.
"Grandma, you can sit here."
I heard the class leader say something. It was clear she gave up her seat to an elderly person. But after the crowd in front of me confirmed their seats, I realized the person sitting in the class leader's original seat wasn't the old granny who was holding onto the railing. Instead, it was a young man with a shaved head and dyed purple hair. He looked like a diseased chicken comb.
Damn, isn't this the person who almost hit me with his motorcycle today? I don't recognize his face, but I recognize his hairstyle. Enemies meet on a narrow road. Not only did you almost run into me, you even came here to steal the seat the class leader left for the old granny. Do you have any morals?
"Sir, my seat is reserved for the old granny. Please don't beat me to it, okay?"
Shu Sha said angrily to the mohawk head.
The mohawk head looked the class leader up and down and revealed a wretched expression.
"Eh, I didn't realize earlier, but you're pretty pretty. Which school are you from? "
28 Middle's summer uniform is different than the fall uniform. It doesn't clearly indicate which school we're from.
The class leader's face seemed to be covered in a layer of ice when faced with the other party's blatant teasing. The surrounding temperature seemed to have dropped and she upgraded the bus from a dollar to an air-conditioned bus.
"Please be more respectful. The old grandma needs that seat more than you. "
The bus driver was a skinny middle-aged man who was a little afraid of trouble. He pressed a button, and the bus immediately played "Respecting the old and loving the young is the traditional virtue of the Chinese people. If there are old, weak, sick, disabled, pregnant or carrying babies around you, please take the initiative to give your seat to them. We all express our gratitude to you!"
The mohawk head turned a deaf ear and crossed his legs: "If you're old, you should stay at home and watch TV, why are you going out like a young person? It's first come, first served, so this seat is mine now. "
He then glanced at the class leader and swallowed his saliva: "Little girl, although this seat is already mine, you can sit on my lap if you're tired. I'm quite generous. "
"You …" The class leader wanted to argue further, but the old grandma grabbed the class leader's arm and said:
"Forget it, I'll get off in a few stops, there's no need to get angry over me …"
At this time, a woman carrying a red packet stood up and gave up her seat to the old grandma. The old grandma pushed her away and even told the class leader to take that seat. Of course, the class leader wouldn't agree, she still stood next to the mohawk head and stubbornly told him to give up his seat.
"Huh? That old grandma already has a seat, why aren't you giving me some peace? "Mohawk head said," Are you interested in me? "
Actually, the class leader's two buckets of soybean oil were placed under the seat. Even if the class leader didn't care about the mohawk head stealing her seat, she still couldn't be too far away.
The woman who gave up her seat to the old grandma walked to the back of the bus. I waved at her and signaled her to take my seat. Then I jumped up from my seat, stretched my wrists and neck, and secured my bag.
The woman could tell I was about to fight, so she tugged on my clothes and said:
"Don't be impulsive, I saw a knife in his pocket."
I peeked into Mohawk Head's pocket and couldn't help but laugh: It's basically a fruit knife. It's fine for peeling apples, but it would be too late to use it in an emergency.
Thus I said to the woman: "Don't worry, I specialize in hitting people with knives, it's not like I have a gun, so what's there to be afraid of?"
I walked straight towards the direction of the class leader and Mohawk Head. I coughed on the way and the class leader turned around to look at me. When she realized it was me, her eyes flashed with surprise, joy, relief … and then a bit of worry.
Mohawk Head didn't realize the class leader's reinforcements came. When the class leader's attention was diverted, he actually reached out his perverted hands, followed the class leader's skirt, and pinched her thighs.
The class leader let out an "ah" and subconsciously took two steps back while covering her skirt. The office workers on the bus saw Mohawk Head's knife handle sticking out of his jeans, so they didn't dare to interfere and only shook their heads.
Fuck, you really don't know what's good for you! Do you think the class leader's thighs are somewhere you can touch? The most infuriating part is that it was because I coughed that you had the opportunity to take advantage of the situation. I fucking assisted you!
My berserker state uncontrollably surged out and my vision gradually turned blood red.
I sneered and stood in front of the class leader. Mohawk Head realized our uniforms seemed to be the same and was puzzled. Then I suddenly grabbed his purple mohawk head and pulled him off his seat.
"Ouch, what … what are you doing?" Mohawk Head grimaced in pain.
"What am I doing? Fuck you! " I cursed fiercely, then I kicked him in the chest. His back hit the steel floor of the bus with a "peng" sound.
He almost fainted, and only then did he remember to take out a fruit knife from his pocket. But I was already prepared and stepped on his right hand.
The sound of his fingers being crushed is quite pleasant to listen to!
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