Chapter 25: The Affairs of the World of Female Fists

"Hmm, I'm going to break in today no matter what. You just watch from the side. If we meet again, I'll make sure you regret it."

The girl, covering her mouth and nose while forcing herself to step in a little, spoke stubbornly, yet she didn't forget her true purpose: stall. As long as he agreed to watch her break in, there was still a chance. Otherwise, she wouldn't know where to start looking, after all, the school had many people, especially boys, more than twice the number of girls, making it even harder to search. What should she do?

"I don't have time to play along with your antics."

Having recovered from the video, Yi Zhen's stamina was back to normal, even feeling as if he had endless energy. So why not finish dumping the trash quickly? What was the point of wasting energy on a little girl?

He found that the video truly had magical effects. It seemed he could watch it whenever he was tired to feel refreshed. He just didn't know if there were any usage restrictions. He hoped there weren't, otherwise he'd have to find something else.

But naturally, leaving now was the way to go. Mocking him and then turning to leave was the best move. It was a small revenge. The road ahead was long; we'll take it slow...

"Ugh~ Hey you, don't go! Come back quickly! Waa..."

After enduring an unbearable smell for a few seconds, Rongrong's stomach churned violently, feeling extremely nauseous, accompanied by abdominal pain. Her period had arrived at a very timely moment, delivering double the damage. If Yi Zhen were still here, he would surely laugh out loud. So funny. The bad girl got the punishment she deserved. If more came, it would be even better.

Since they had already settled their grudge, there was no reason for it to end easily. Yi Zhen would take it slow. If he could mentally torture her into choosing to drop out, perhaps he would then stop.

Rongrong hurriedly stepped back a few paces, returning behind the small gate. Her face twisted in pain as she immediately squatted down. Her right hand was also busy, constantly covering her abdomen. Even after gently rubbing it a few times, there was no improvement; instead, the frequency of her pain intensified. It hurt.

Xiaoting, come quickly, I feel so unwell!

After a sound of 'clomp clomp!', Xiaoting, fully equipped, appeared within her field of vision. One look up was enough to recognize her. Unfortunately, her abdomen hurt so much, and she hadn't prepared any supplies. How could she handle this?

"Rongbao?! What's wrong with you? Huh? What's that smell? So incredibly foul..."

As soon as Xiaoting approached, she saw Rongrong squatting on the ground, unable to get up. She anxiously wanted to get closer to help her up, but to pass through the gate, she had to endure a wave of toxic gas. This was something she hadn't anticipated. Her reflex was to cover her mouth and nose and step back a few paces on her own until the smell wasn't so strong, only then did she feel somewhat better.

"Xia, Xiaoting, it hurts~"

Rongrong, who had been silently enduring the pain, heard the call and lifted her head. Recognizing it was Xiaoting, she quickly called out softly, then couldn't help but lower her head again, as doing so could relieve the pain slightly. If she kept her head up, she was afraid she would really cry from the discomfort.

"Alright, alright, I'm here now! Wait for me to deal with this strange smell first, okay."

Xiaoting comforted her from a distance while moving her backpack to the front, unzipping it and rummaging through it. The perfume she had placed carelessly earlier had fallen out due to the bumps along the way. She had no choice but to spend a few dozen seconds searching for it. There was no other way.

"Mm!"

Rongrong let out a soft groan, which served as a response. If she spoke any more, she wouldn't be able to suppress the onset of this pain.

That would be the most difficult stage to endure.

So, she had to try to avoid the pain recurring. It was all that annoying stinky man's fault, really lacking in gentlemanly conduct. Later, she must tell Teacher Du Du, so she could help her find him and make him feel sick too. Hmph!

While cursing Yi Zhen silently in her heart, her body felt somewhat better. By this time, Xiaoting had also found the perfume and started spraying it continuously into the air.

The sound of 'hiss hiss hiss!' never ceased. She temporarily set down the backpack, pressed the button continuously with one hand, and started walking towards Rongrong.

Even so, the smell was quite strong, but she hadn't brought a mask, so she couldn't block the odor. Apart from changing the scent, she had no other options. But actually, that was enough. They wouldn't stay here long. She didn't know what exactly had happened to Rongrong to cause such a huge scene. Now she had to clean up the mess. She really was a troublemaker who loved creating small problems.

It was true she loved being quirky, but that was just her personality, so she wouldn't give up on her. She just needed to cross this stinking path, and then she could help her walk.

She was really curious what had happened here to produce such a strange smell. Fortunately, she had reminded herself to bring perfume beforehand; otherwise, it would probably be even harder to endure than now.

Xiaoting quietly covered her mouth and nose while quickly approaching Rongrong. She didn't want to stop and ask questions here anyway; she also found these smells quite repulsive. But to take care of Rongrong quickly, she had to take a shortcut. Her white women's slippers kept lifting up and down, keeping a safe distance from Rongrong.

As for Rongrong, she was suffering so much that being able to lift her head and call out was already her limit. If she could walk now, she would prefer to return to the dormitory quickly. After all, if someone came while she was still here, it would be a social death scene, very awkward.

It wasn't just boys who feared social death; girls did too. It's just that usually, boys experienced social death far more often, causing people to forget that women are also a group covered by such situations.

"Rongrong, are you okay? Is it still very painful? Can you manage to stand up? I'll help you walk."

Finally, Xiaoting entered the small gate. After pressing the spray button a few more times, she stopped moving with the perfume in her hand and extended her other hand to help Rongrong stand up first.

"It just hurts. Maybe, maybe my cycle came early..."

Seeing the hand extended before her, Rongrong released her hand that had been rubbing and simply extended her right hand, placing it flat above Xiaoting's palm to make it easier for Xiaoting to exert force and help her stand.

She softly replied to Xiaoting's words, but as soon as she mentioned her period, she actually felt quite shy. Her voice grew lower and lower, reaching a level almost inaudible.

"Oh my~ What is there to be shy about? I'm here now. Come, come, come. If you can't walk, I'll try to carry you on my back."

While speaking, Xiaoting exerted force with her hand, helping Rongrong stand up following her movements. However, her other hand was still covering her abdomen, showing that she must be in real pain. Otherwise, she would have let go once lifted; enduring it for a while would have passed.

Helplessly, Xiaoting could only think of changing the method to take her back. Carrying her on her back should be the fastest, but she had never tried it and didn't know if she could handle it.

But given her condition, leaving her there was not an option. Apart from trying to carry her on her back, there seemed to be no other good solution.

If she hugged her, her arm strength was too limited; she might not be able to walk a few steps. If she supported her, it would take longer, though it would save energy, but the situation didn't look very optimistic. It was really hard to decide.

"No need, just support me as we walk. It will be much better once we reach the elevator. At worst, we can rest halfway. It's such a long way; I can't hold on for the whole journey in one breath."

Rongrong now shared Yi Zhen's empathy, yet there was a clear difference. Her constitution was very healthy; in terms of endurance, it was actually quite good. Perhaps after this pain, she would forget it next time.

But he was different; it was a torture for an already fragile constitution. To suffer such treatment afterwards, the gap was really too large. Speaking of it, the term 'gender equality' was ultimately just a joke.