Chapter 25: Chapter Twenty-Five: The World of Female Fist

“Hmm, I’m determined to go through today—just watch closely, or next time we meet, don’t think I’ll let you off easy.”

The girl covered her nose and mouth, barely squeezing in a little way, stubbornly speaking yet never forgetting her true goal: to stall. As long as he agreed to stand by and watch her enter, there was still a chance—otherwise, she had no idea where to even begin searching. After all, the school was full of people, especially boys, more than twice as many as girls, making it even harder to look around—what could she do?

“I don’t have time to play around with you.”

Yi Zhen had recovered from the video’s effects; his strength was fully restored, as if he had endless energy—why not just get rid of the trash quickly? What’s the point wasting time with some little girl?

He realized the video truly had miraculous effects; clearly, in the future, when tired, he could watch it again to feel refreshed. But he didn’t know if there were any usage limits—hopefully not, otherwise he’d have to find another one.

But right now, leaving was the way to go—mock him, then turn and walk away. That was the best strategy, a small revenge. The road ahead is long—we’ll take it slowly…

“Ugh～ You, whoever you are, don’t leave! Come back right now! Ugh…”

After enduring the unbearable stench for several seconds, Rong Rong’s stomach churned violently, nausea overwhelming her, accompanied by sharp abdominal pain. Coincidentally, her period arrived just in time—double the suffering. If Yi Zhen were still here, he’d definitely burst out laughing—so funny! The bad girl got exactly what she deserved. If only more could happen, it’d be perfect.

Since they’d already made enemies, there was no way this would end easily. Yi Zhen would take his time. If he could mentally torment her into quitting school, perhaps then he’d stop.

Rong Rong hurriedly stepped back several paces, retreating behind the small door again. Her face twisted in pain as she crouched down, her right hand never leaving her abdomen—even gentle rubbing only increased the frequency of pain. It was unbearable.

Xiao Ting, come quickly! I feel awful!

……

After a series of “thud-thud” footsteps, Xiao Ting appeared in her field of vision—just one glance confirmed it. But the abdominal pain was too intense, and she had no supplies ready—how could she handle this?

“Rong Bao?! What’s wrong? Huh? What’s that smell? So incredibly stinky…”

As Xiao Ting approached, she saw Rong Rong crouched on the ground, desperate to rush over and help her up—but to pass through the door meant enduring another wave of toxic fumes. She hadn’t anticipated this and instinctively covered her nose and mouth, stepping back several paces until the odor lessened enough to bear.

“Xiao… Xiao Ting, it hurts～”

Rong Rong, who had been silently enduring the pain, lifted her head at the call and recognized Xiao Ting. She softly called out, then immediately lowered her head again—this way, she could ease the discomfort slightly. If she kept her head up, she feared she’d cry from the agony.

“Alright, alright, I’m here now. Let me deal with this weird smell first.”

Xiao Ting offered reassurance from a distance, shifting her backpack to the front, unzipping it, and rummaging inside. She’d placed the perfume too carelessly—it had fallen out during the bumpy walk, forcing her to spend dozens of seconds searching. There was no help for it.

“Mm!”

Rong Rong let out a soft groan in response—any more speech would make it impossible to suppress the wave of pain.

That would be the hardest phase.

So she must avoid letting the pain recur. All because of that disgusting, foul man—he had zero gentlemanly manners. She’d definitely tell Teacher Du about this, so she could help her find him—and maybe make him sick too, hmph!

As she silently cursed Yi Zhen in her mind, her body felt slightly better. By now, Xiao Ting had found the perfume and began spraying it continuously into the air.

The “pss-pss-pss” sound never ceased. She set the backpack aside, pressing the nozzle nonstop as she stepped toward Rong Rong.

Even so, the odor remained strong. She hadn’t brought a mask, so she couldn’t block it—only changing the smell was possible. But it was enough; they wouldn’t stay long. She still didn’t know what had happened to Rong Rong to cause such a mess—now she had to clean up after her. What a troublemaker.

She did love pulling pranks—that was just her personality. She couldn’t possibly abandon her. Once she crossed this stinking path, she could easily help Rong Rong walk.

She was genuinely curious what had happened here to produce such a foul smell. Luckily, she’d remembered to bring the perfume—otherwise, it’d have been even worse.

Xiao Ting quietly covered her nose and mouth, quickly approaching Rong Rong. She had no intention of asking questions here—she found the smell repulsive. But to care for Rong Rong faster, she had no choice but to take the shortcut. Her white women’s slippers rose and fell rapidly, keeping a respectful distance from Rong Rong.

As for Rong Rong herself, she was in agony—just lifting her head to call out was her limit. If she could walk, she’d rush straight back to the dormitory. Staying longer risked a public humiliation if anyone showed up—so embarrassing.

It wasn’t just boys who feared public shame—girls did too. But since boys usually suffered it more often, people forgot women were also part of that group.

“Rong Rong, are you okay? Still in a lot of pain? Can you stand up? Let me help you walk.”

Finally, Xiao Ting stepped inside the small door. After spraying a few more bursts, she stopped and held the perfume in one hand, extending the other to help Rong Rong rise.

“It hurts. Maybe… maybe my period came early…”

Seeing the hand extended toward her, Rong Rong released her grip on her abdomen and simply placed her right hand flat above Xiao Ting’s palm, making it easier for Xiao Ting to pull her up.

She softly replied to Xiao Ting’s question, but mentioning her period made her shy—her voice grew quieter and quieter, nearly inaudible.

“Oh come on～ What’s there to be shy about? I’m here now, aren’t I? Come on, if you can’t walk, I’ll try carrying you on my back.”

As Xiao Ting spoke, she pulled firmly, helping Rong Rong rise with her motion, but her other hand still clutched her abdomen—clearly, the pain was severe; otherwise, she would have let go once lifted, as a little endurance would have sufficed.

With no other choice, Xiao Ting considered another method—carrying her on her back would be fastest. But she’d never tried it—she didn’t know if she could manage it.

Still, leaving Rong Rong here alone wasn’t safe. Aside from trying to carry her, there seemed no better option.

Carrying her in her arms? Her strength was too limited—she’d collapse after a few steps. Supporting her to walk? Too slow, though easier. But the situation looked grim—this was really hard.

“No, just help me walk. By the time we reach the elevator, it’ll be much better. Maybe we’ll stop halfway—it’s too long to push through all at once.”

Rong Rong now understood Yi Zhen’s suffering—but with a key difference. Her body was healthy; enduring this pain was manageable. Perhaps after this episode, she’d forget it entirely.

He was different—his already fragile body was being destroyed, and afterward, he was treated like this. The gap was enormous. Honestly, the phrase “gender equality” was just a joke.