Chapter Thirty-One: The Pitiful Sun Feifei

Sun Feifei looked at Wang Yuqing’s furious face, a surge of satisfaction flooding his heart. His happiness was always built upon the suffering of others—a twisted pleasure. He let out a sly, lecherous laugh, his face full of indecency, about to say something more when a clear, crisp voice rang out, “Was it you who tampered with the bench just now?”

Sun Feifei turned to look at the boy who had spoken, and realized that this young man was far better looking than himself. What he detested most was anyone more attractive than him. He replied with hostility, “Who the hell are you? So what if I did it? And if I didn’t, what then?”

The boy standing before him was none other than Xiao Lin. Xiao Lin had just been about to seek out Wang Yuqing to ask how she’d fallen during the exam, when he overheard Sun Feifei’s shameless boasting.

“Yuqing, are you alright? What happened during the test just now?” Xiao Lin first asked Wang Yuqing.

Looking into the eyes of the boy she cherished, Wang Yuqing could finally hold back her tears no longer. She had found her anchor, her family, her support—Xiao Lin.

“Xiao Lin, it was him—he messed with my bench, and during the test he even…” Wang Yuqing tried to explain, but her words trailed off, her grievance choking her voice.

Seeing Wang Yuqing cry so pitifully, her beautiful face clouded with helplessness, Xiao Lin’s anger ignited in an instant.

“Yuqing, here, wipe your face first. I’ll settle this for you.” Xiao Lin handed her a tissue he’d pulled from his pocket. Sniffling, Yuqing took it from him.

Xiao Lin then turned to face Sun Feifei, his gaze suddenly sharp as knives, fists clenched tight. For his part, Sun Feifei wore a look of utter disbelief. He gaped, pointing at Wang Yuqing, stuttering, “You… you’re Wang Yuqing? The new transfer student?”

“That’s right, she’s Wang Yuqing,” piped up one of the five or six boys who had gathered to watch when Wang Yuqing started crying. One of them had seen her before, and confirmed her identity.

The truth sent Sun Feifei’s emotions into turmoil—he’d gone too far this time and regretted it bitterly. Though known as a school delinquent, even he knew there were some people you simply couldn’t provoke—Wang Yuqing was one of them.

He’d heard that Gao Zheng had taken a liking to this girl; the rumor had already spread through certain circles. Sun Feifei was not part of Gao Zheng’s clique—he didn’t have the qualifications—but his own boss moved in those circles. He’d overheard it during a drinking session.

Now, realizing that the girl he’d bullied was Wang Yuqing, fear gripped him. If Gao Zheng found out, he would be skinned alive.

As he wallowed in regret, a cold gust suddenly swept over him. About to look for the source, he was doubled over by a sharp pain in his stomach, crying out uncontrollably as he felt himself launched into the air. Before he’d even landed, another jolt of pain struck his back, followed by the shrieks of those around.

Xiao Lin had delivered a flawless flying kick, striking Sun Feifei squarely in the stomach, sending him sprawling.

Squinting, Xiao Lin looked at him writhing and howling on the ground. “Get up. Let me kick you again. Then apologize to this girl.”

“Damn, now that’s a real man.”

“Haha, well said!”

The surrounding boys were instantly invigorated by Xiao Lin’s words—“Get up and let me kick you again.” That was true dominance.

Even Wang Yuqing was startled by Xiao Lin’s sudden violence, covering her mouth with surprise, her large, beautiful eyes wide. She had never imagined Xiao Lin’s way of defending her would be to beat up the culprit.

Looking at Xiao Lin standing there, his face set with determination, she felt that if Sun Feifei dared refuse, Xiao Lin would not hesitate to act again.

Sun Feifei was fuming, clutching his stomach as he staggered upright, face contorted in pain. As if being kicked wasn’t enough, now this guy wanted him to stand up for another go. Did he think he was made of clay?

“You punk, do you know who I am? Are you looking to get expelled from this school? I’m Sun—”

He hadn’t even finished his sentence before Xiao Lin sent him flying once again.

With a loud thud, Sun Feifei hit the ground even harder than before, this time unable to even cry out.

“Serves him right. Think you can bully people as you wish? If you cross the wrong person, you’ll pay for it,” someone muttered.

Laughter finally broke out among the crowd—this guy was something else!

“Hey, who is that guy? He’s got some nerve!” Apparently, this student hadn’t attended the last assembly; otherwise, he’d recognize Xiao Lin.

“Heh, that’s Xiao Lin from Class One. Sun Feifei couldn’t take him on even with five of himself. Remember those students from No. 2 High who came to pick a fight here?”

“Yeah, didn’t the police take them away?” the other student replied.

“They were carried out, actually—beaten by Xiao Lin. All because they disturbed his nap, and he left them unable to crawl away.”

The student listening was dumbfounded.

“Yuqing, come here,” Xiao Lin called softly to Wang Yuqing.

“Ah? What is it?” Wang Yuqing snapped out of her daze.

Without answering, Xiao Lin led her to where Sun Feifei lay groaning.

“Apologize to her,” Xiao Lin ordered, pointing at Wang Yuqing.

Sun Feifei glared with a twisted expression. “You’ll regret what you’ve done today, I swear.” He’d never been so humiliated—kicked twice and unable to even get up.

Without a word, Xiao Lin raised his hand and slapped Sun Feifei soundly. The force left a red, five-fingered mark on his face.

The blow left Sun Feifei stunned; never had he expected Xiao Lin to be so ruthless. “What more do you want?” he stammered, fear creeping in.

“Apologize to her,” Xiao Lin repeated calmly.

With so many people watching, Sun Feifei felt his dignity crumbling. When he hesitated, another slap landed.

“You…”

Yet another slap.

The onlookers watched Sun Feifei, whose face was now covered in handprints, while Xiao Lin stood over him, hand raised, and they couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.

At last, unable to bear it any longer, Sun Feifei pleaded, “Alright, man, I was wrong! I apologize, I shouldn’t have messed with her. I’m sorry, please let me go…”

Xiao Lin turned to Wang Yuqing, letting her decide.

Looking at Sun Feifei sniveling and sobbing, Wang Yuqing’s innate kindness surfaced. “Xiao Lin, let him go—look at the state you’ve left him in.”

With that, Xiao Lin dusted off his hands and stood up. “Remember my name—Xiao Lin.”

Sun Feifei burned with hatred—he would never forget him as long as he lived.

“Come on, Yuqing,” Xiao Lin said, patting his hands. They’d only had one exam that morning, with two more in the afternoon, so after the Chinese exam, they could return to the dormitory to rest.

“Xiao Lin, you really are different from before! But you’re even more handsome now,” Wang Yuqing whispered shyly into his ear before grabbing her pencil case and dashing out of the examination room, leaving Xiao Lin behind, utterly bewildered.

(A recommendation: a friend has written an excellent novel titled “A Dragon Roaming the Mortal World” by Xiao Jingfeng.)