Chapter Thirty-Two: Let Me Join the Game

“Did you really think I, Zhang Xiong, am so easy to push around? That anyone can just come and walk all over me?” Zhang Xiong glared furiously at Long Fei.

Was it a crime to be good-looking? Truth be told, Long Fei was clearly picking a fight for no reason at all; he just wanted to hit someone.

But Long Fei remained unruffled, his smile unchanged. “Well, now you finally look like a man. But here’s what puzzles me—when someone was picking on your girl just now, how come you acted even more cowardly than a woman? Honestly, it makes me despise you.”

Zhang Xiong had no desire to keep arguing with Long Fei; the longer this dragged on, the more humiliating it became. There were hundreds of people watching, at least, and if he let Long Fei shame him any further, he’d be the talk of the school by tomorrow—a notorious laughingstock, branded a wimp or worse.

His patience at its end, Zhang Xiong shot a glance at his three friends. The four of them raised their fists and charged Long Fei. On the sidelines, Yang Ying let out a sharp scream. Moments ago, she’d been brave enough fighting that voluptuous girl, but that was girl-on-girl. She had no clue who that girl really was. Now, seeing four boys, all taller than Long Fei, ganging up on him, she couldn’t help but worry. After all, Long Fei was standing up for her; if he got hurt, she’d feel more than a little guilty.

In that instant, Liu Ying seemed to grow up. She thought of all she’d done for Zhang Xiong in the past, only to be treated like this, and a deep self-loathing took root in her heart.

Zhang Xiong and his friends moved fast—but Long Fei was even faster. He lashed out with a lightning-quick kick, using the same vicious yet effective move: a ruthless strike to their most vulnerable spot. All four boys collapsed to their knees, clutching themselves and howling in pain. Though the cries died down quickly, their faces went pale, sweat pouring down as they glared at Long Fei with a mixture of humiliation and hatred.

Long Fei aimed another kick at Zhang Xiong. Terrified, Zhang Xiong rolled to the side, but Long Fei’s foot seemed to have eyes, landing squarely on his face. A perfect shoeprint appeared, and his cheek instantly swelled.

The remaining three boys shuddered in fear. It was clear now—Long Fei was no pushover. Not only had he struck their most sensitive area, he was now taking advantage to finish the job.

One by one, Long Fei stomped on each of Zhang Xiong’s friends, leaving a shoeprint on every face. Then, raising his hand, he slapped them all across the other cheek. They wanted to dodge, but it was impossible; eventually, Long Fei even warned them that if anyone tried to avoid his blows, he’d make them suffer far worse.

By the end, all four had swollen, bruised faces, their clothes filthy from being trampled. Long Fei seemed to be enjoying himself more and more, and with a playful grin, turned to Liu Ying: “Hey, want to try it? It’s actually pretty fun!”

Despite the almost innocent tone, everyone present sucked in a cold breath, stunned by Long Fei’s cruelty. Now, they looked at him with a mixture of awe and fear. Some even found themselves wanting to join in the “game” themselves—after all, who doesn’t want to trample others underfoot? But Long Fei had singled out Liu Ying alone; no one else would get the chance.

Liu Ying frowned and shook her head. She wanted Long Fei to stop, but remembering how Zhang Xiong had treated her, she kept silent. Besides, if she pleaded for him now, Long Fei would probably lose all respect for her.

Such is reality: the big fish eat the small, the small fish eat the shrimp. Life is like climbing a pyramid—the higher you go, the more people you can step on, and the more you step on, the higher you’re likely to climb. It’s a paradox that holds true all the same.

Long Fei, of course, wanted to climb higher. That’s why he never missed a chance to step on others—especially someone like Zhang Xiong. It just felt too good.

He kicked the four of them around the ground like soccer balls, but controlled his strength perfectly—each kick hit the most sensitive, least resilient parts of their bodies, causing agony without drawing blood. Not so much killing without blood, as tormenting without blood.

Two security guards in the distance had long since heard the commotion, but knowing Long Fei’s close ties with Ye Qian—after she’d spoken up for him at the gate earlier—they decided to mind their own business and slipped away to the security office to feign sleep.

As Long Fei was enjoying himself, Ye Qian arrived with a crowd of girlfriends. Hearing him invite Liu Ying to join in the kicking, Ye Qian couldn’t resist and shouted gleefully, “Let me try, let me! Move over, Long Fei, I want a turn!”

Long Fei figured this must be thanks to “Busty Girl.” Seeing that Ye Qian wasn’t angry or out to embarrass him in public, and hadn’t brought up his earlier trickery, he happily stepped aside and let her have her fun.

“This is great! Long Fei, don’t forget me next time something like this happens!” Ye Qian’s words sent a shiver down the spines of everyone watching.

While Ye Qian was busy kicking, Long Fei quietly slipped away. Unfortunately, someone tipped Ye Qian off. Seeing him try to escape, she delivered a few final kicks to the groaning foursome, then dashed after him.

“Long Fei, where do you think you’re going? Stop right there!” Ye Qian led her gang of girls in hot pursuit.

Seeing things were going south, Long Fei obediently stopped, bent over, and feigned discomfort. “I wasn’t trying to run—I just need to pee!”

“Yeah, right. The bathroom’s that way—where exactly were you headed? Lame excuse!” Ye Qian laughed slyly. “Enough with the excuses. Come with us to lunch, now!”

“Nature calls, you know! Wait here, I’ll be right back!” Long Fei dashed off toward the restroom.

The university bathrooms were surprisingly nice, Long Fei thought as he hunkered down inside, not wanting to come out. He even considered taking a nap on the toilet—he had no desire to join Ye Qian for some pointless lunch. From the look in her eyes, he was sure there was some scheme afoot. She wasn’t a child—did she really need him there to eat?

But he’d underestimated Ye Qian’s boldness and the might of her “Pink Army.” Before he could doze off, her voice rang out at the door: “Long Fei, you’ve got one minute to get out here, or I’ll send the girls in to drag you out myself!”

Long Fei frowned, sweat beading on his brow. Was Ye Qian really that fearless? Would she actually barge into the men’s bathroom? Inside, the other guys looked at each other in confusion. Not knowing which one was Long Fei, he was happy to play dumb—no way would Ye Qian really come in, he thought.

But he was wrong again—he’d underestimated her nerve. Her voice called out once more: “All you guys in there, listen up! You’ve got one minute to get out. If you’re still here after that, I’ll throw you straight into the urinal myself!”

“Dude, you’d better get out now. Do you know who that is? That’s Ye Qian, leader of the Pink Army—our school’s top boss lady. If you don’t go, you might really end up in the urinal!” a kindly, honest-looking guy warned Long Fei as he hurriedly pulled up his pants.

“Would they really come in?” Long Fei asked with a half-smile.

The guy, already halfway out the door, turned back and whispered, “You have no idea. Last time, they chased a guy from the athletics department into the men’s room and beat him senseless, then actually tossed him into the urinal. I saw it myself. Don’t say I didn’t warn you—run!”

Long Fei had no choice but to get up and move toward the door, just in time to hear Ye Qian giving orders: “Xiaofeng, take two people and search inside. The rest of you stand guard. Let’s see if he can really tunnel out through the toilet!”

There should be another chapter coming soon—stay tuned.