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This is Raiden Mei today.
Despite possessing top-tier swordsmanship, enough to be called a sword saint, the bully opposite him didn't even dare to dodge.
Or rather, knowing that hiding is useless, that one day you won't be able to escape, that you'll eventually be splashed with water and sugar on your face at some point.
I don't understand, I don't comprehend... Ever since a classmate I didn't know racked his brains, even using the pretense of friendship, and spent three whole days preparing, just to lure her into the toilet, close the door, pour a whole bucket of water into the toilet stall, and then, after finishing, open the door and immediately record her trembling expression while she was still in the stall, taking pleasure in watching her terrified face, I no longer care.
The so-called protagonist is no longer as glamorous and high-ranking as before. The girl still remembers what she looked like back then, like a beggar who had lost his mind, sitting in the corner of the toilet in tattered clothes.
fencing……
The swords and knives in the house, the books left behind, and the house itself were all confiscated.
Beauty...
Even passersby wouldn't give her a second glance; they all disliked her as if she were a bedbug.
score……
I've been targeted by the teacher for a long time, and no matter how hard I study, I still fail.
No matter how much you question or inquire, you will not get a response, only ridicule. Even if you carry a wooden sword, you can't cut through the water like in the comics. Angry curses will only make the next bucket of water that is poured in dirty and turn it into stinky sewer water.
That bucket of water extinguished all...her pride, leaving only strands of long hair clinging to her forehead and water stains on the ground.
At that moment, her reflection in the small puddle on the ground, with her violently trembling and restless pupils, truly... truly looked like an exceptionally clown.
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Chapter 6 Mei: I'm sure you're disappointed.
What happened after that day?
I don't remember it very clearly anymore.
Seemingly having all her dignity shattered, she hid alone in a toilet stall, while those guys led a larger group of onlookers who watched her like she was an animal.
Why? What did I do wrong? — Even such simple words require all my strength to utter.
It was the last bit of resentment, the last bit of hope, that led to inquiries to everyone I had ever known.
Trust and approval are not required; all that is needed is a reason, even if that reason is the father's fault.
She will change everything, any mistakes she has made. Even if her father's financial problems have affected them, she will kneel down and apologize to them one by one.
Useless.
All the struggles.
All the efforts were in vain in the end.
Trying to find answers from everyone you know and everyone you don't know will only make you a laughing stock in the eyes of others.
They just looked down and laughed, whether it was a friend, classmate, teacher or just a random passerby.
"Why do you ask me?"
"are you joking?"
"Isn't it normal to bully you? Raiden Mei, Raiden Mei, do you... still think you're the young lady you used to be?"
Yes.
Everyone does it this way.
Therefore, this is the only way to understand it.
—It's normal for them to bully me.
This distorted rule is so clear that it has been forcibly embedded in our minds and is irresistible.
Seeing my own ugly state and the way I was splashed with water on the big screen hanging in the classroom later... I had no will to resist, and even the instinctive act of raising my hand had been erased, making my shoulders even weaker.
It is meaningless to resist the malice of the vast majority of people in the environment; a person stuck in the mud cannot escape on their own.
A person cannot lift themselves out of the mud, nor can they create something from nothing. Once their hands and feet are in the mud, they cannot pull themselves out, and they cannot exert force in sticky places.
The girl, who was hurt again and again, lost the courage to fight back from the very beginning.
Every personality trait, emotion, and preference needs to be cultivated.
No matter how brave a person is.
Faced with countless cowardly instigations, one will eventually bow one's head; no matter how straight and proud one's spine is, it can be broken.
In fact, Raiden Mei is now acting with an air of dignified authority, accepting the bullying of a group of thugs.
You could have easily dodged it by simply standing on your tiptoe.
They could have been whipped into spinning tops with just one slap.
Her body was as still as if she were dead, trembling all over, as if she had been locked in a toilet stall again, with buckets of filthy, foul water poured over her. The only thing she could do was turn her head and focus her gaze on Jiang Cheng, who had not bullied or harmed her and was now a stranger to her.
It's not about bullying the weak and fearing the strong, or about seeking out even weaker people to cause trouble when you've been bullied, or venting your dissatisfaction by taking out a knife on the weaker party.
The girl simply bit her rosy lips, her gentle, Yamato Nadeshiko-like eyes drooping slightly.
sorry……
must……
I'm sure you're disappointed.
Those who believe I am the protagonist—those who still trust me—choose to help me.
The thought of disappointing someone again is so terrifying that it feels like a million stones are pressing down on my heart.
Raiden Mei almost suffocated.
I felt like I could strangle myself.
I desperately want to punish myself to prevent the other person from being so disappointed, and to prove that I do have some courage.
How could someone who once fought so hard just to gain their father's approval possibly accept the disappointed looks of others?
How could someone whose dignity has already been crushed possibly allow the last person who was willing to respect her to leave her because of their own reasons?
However, even this emotion is directed at oneself.
The pitiful girl turned into a monster who turned its thorns on herself.
They only dare to vent their negative emotions to themselves, only dare to think that they have a problem, and only dare to express their apologies with actions like "I'm sorry."
We welcome them, we bear the burden, and we prepare to remain silent and inactive like puppets, not letting them find much pleasure—this ridiculous resistance is based on the assumption that by not showing any action, we can prevent them from finding much pleasure.
Until a finger suddenly grabbed the girl's clothes from the side and forcefully pulled her away, the half-bottle of yellow soda, which was like Gungnir's spear and could not even muster the desire to dodge, was spilled on the ground.
"Why didn't you dodge? You could have easily dodged it."
"what……"
"Too……"
"I'm sorry, I got a bit off-topic."
The boy's clear voice was right next to her. The clothes that had been tugged loosened and slapped against her fair, soft skin once more. In its place came a strong aura that drew closer step by step.
The girl had just turned her head, just barely seen him, and before she could say anything, she was intercepted by his relentless advance—in those deep purple eyes, what was reflected at this moment was black hair fluttering slightly in the wind, and half of his profile completely covered by shadow, with the peripheral vision of those jet-black pupils.
All I want is to live.
—The figure, already terminally ill, strode out.
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"Mei, oh Mei."
"You're still the same as always."
Those guys were already gloating, and some of them even took out their phones from the side pockets of their sailor uniform skirts and started recording videos without any attempt to hide it or conceal the flash. They turned the brightness up to the maximum in one go.
They were simply glaring at her, forcing the girl's beautiful eyes to close amidst their unbridled behavior.
gloating, arrogance...
That's no longer just a stereotype.
Instead, she wore those two words on her face to the point that it was as if she had limited herself to the phrase "kicking someone when they're down"—this expression remained unchanged until she witnessed the expected stunned silence, Mei's about-to-be-drenched clothes being pulled away, and the boy striding up in front of her.
He was clearly an ordinary person, with an unremarkable demeanor, and there was nothing special about him from head to toe; his black, tousled hair was not enough to block out the sunlight.
No matter how you look at it, no matter how you stare at it, that face seems to be covered in shadows, appearing black.
His eyebrows were tightly furrowed together, with only the edges slightly raised, like the shoulders of a young boy beginning to move.
Raise your hands high.
Clench your fists.
His dark brown eyes were so cold that they reflected no light at all, almost like the eyes of a dead person.
Amidst the terrified, flailing hands and bewildered gazes of those young delinquents, his five fingers, held horizontally in the air with his back to them, were clenched so tightly they cracked, his knuckles stretched to their limit, and the veins on the back of his hand were even visible—if only those shimmering purple lines hadn't torn the skin apart.
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Chapter 7 The Mighty Man, The Deliberate Punch
Do you regret getting sick after trying to help others out of good intentions?
--regret.
Jiang Cheng is not a good person, just an ordinary person who doesn't care about saving face. Of course, he regrets the mistakes he made.
I will not blame others for my own stupidity and incompetence. My act of helping is entirely my own choice, and I am not forced by anyone.
However, if given the chance to go back to when he first transmigrated, Jiang Cheng would undoubtedly not intervene in the bullying again.
Compared to Raiden Mei, who is a fully-fledged monk, he, a two-dimensional character, is the truly vulnerable one.
As long as there's no close contact, there's still room to escape. At worst, I can join Theresa's caravan, find Old Yang, and join Anti-Entropy. Conservatives care about human rights no matter what, so surviving is quite easy. If things go well, I can even use my God's-eye view and information about the future to gain some benefits. I won't be a superman, but at least I can live a comfortable life. Even if I fail, as long as I run far away, I can probably live a few more days. In any case, I shouldn't have to die so soon.
As a transmigrator arriving in a new world that has no connection or shared interests with him, it would be too noble to change things without gaining something. Therefore, the young man didn't actually want to be a great person.
There's no going back now.
The disease has reached an incurable stage.
Now, without any worries, they can do whatever they want without restraint.
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Snapped--!
boom--! !
The sound of a fist hitting the face and then the abdomen was almost like hitting a heavy sandbag; only the sound of bones hitting bones was slightly audible.
Jiang Cheng, who had never studied any boxing techniques, learned this little-known fact without any formal instruction.
Because of the selfless dedication of some people.
They voluntarily offered themselves up as punching bags.
I remember there were often pictures of blue pills on Tieba, usually used in posts asking others to choose one. So, when you actually have a blue pill and can slap those incredibly stupid characters on the screen, what kind of expression will those arrogant guys who think they're always superior and will never suffer any consequences have?
This was something Jiang Cheng had wondered about when he was bored.
It is indeed enough to stimulate people's imagination.
In this world, there will always be people you want to beat up but can't.
Because there are no pills and no way to fight in real life, no matter how angry one is, one can only clench one's fists and endure until the end. If one were to actually fight, it would definitely be judged as mutual fighting. Therefore, this idea can only remain in one's mind.
And now, this idea has been proven true.
Use a real and practical approach.
Reflected in those ordinary, dark brown eyes were always those bullies who considered themselves superior and omnipotent—their expressions were no better than those of the innocent people they bullied. The red mark on their faces, coupled with their blank and terrified expressions, made them look even more ridiculous, as if they had never imagined that they would be beaten.