Chapter 162: Volume 1_Chapter 162   Study Well, Make Progress Every Day (6)

Volume 1_Chapter 162   Study Well, Make Progress Every Day (6)

Hearing the footsteps, Jiang Zhi stood up; having squatted too long caused her vision to darken suddenly, and her body unconsciously leaned forward. The boy behind her stretched out his arm and firmly embraced her waist, her back pressing against a chest as hard as a wall, accompanied by his short breaths near her ear.

"How are you?" Cheng Su's lazy expression was replaced by tension, his face tightening.

Jiang Zhi caught her breath, her limbs gradually returning to normal, she stepped out of his embrace, speaking calmly: "I squatted too long."

The original host's physique was poor; after running just two steps she would pant nonstop, and after squatting for a few minutes on the ground and standing up, her body would have no strength.

After the middle school exam, she needed to properly train her body.

Still lingering in his embrace was the girl's fresh scent; her silky hair swayed with her movements before his eyes, soft ends brushing his arm skin, sending tingles.

Cheng Su pressed firmly on that patch of arm skin, desperately trying to ignore the strange feeling, he twitched the corner of his mouth, his words laced with uncontrollable harshness.

"With such a poor physique, why come to the internet cafe?"

If he hadn't come here today, how would she escape that man's entanglement? And how could she return home safely?

Just thinking about it, he couldn't help but get angry.

He was angry that she constantly put herself in danger.

Jiang Zhi knew he was concerned for her, she took the notebook from his hand and explained: "I came here to look up questions."

Cheng Su: "From now on, look for me when you need to check questions, I'll help you check!"

As soon as those words fell, the surroundings instantly fell into utter silence.

The boy realized his ears were completely red, and he explained in a stiff tone: "I'm not doing this for you; it's just that if you got into trouble late at night, there'd be no one to help me study."

A smile blossomed on Jiang Zhi's lips: "Okay."

The little brat usually had a sharp-edged personality, making him seem like an adult. But now this tsundere, awkward look truly made him seem like a teenager in his early teens.

Catching a glimpse of her smile in his peripheral vision, Cheng Su suddenly froze; a jolt-like numbness surged from his spine to his chest, and in the endless darkness a thread of warm light blossomed, filling the depths of his pupils.

"Are you Cheng Su??!"

A gruff voice came from not far away.

Jiang Zhi followed the sound and looked over.

She saw six or seven people standing there, aggressive, gripping iron rods; the leader also held a fruit knife, and the light glinting off the blade cast a cold sheen.

Before she could make out their faces, a figure blocked her view, and the boy's cold, deep voice rang out: "Back to the internet cafe! Go inside now!!"

Jiang Zhi was shoved by him, she stumbled into the hallway, and a strong smell of smoke drifted from within to her nostrils.

The red-haired boy took two steps forward, a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, flashing a red glow in the darkness.

"Cheng Su! You didn't expect that, did you? I'm coming back, and this time I'll surely cripple you!"

Having spoken, he gestured to the few people behind him to attack.

The hallway light was dim and gloomy; using the outside streetlamp, she saw the agile boy dodge their attacks like a black panther, countering in an orderly fashion.

Indeed, just as the school rumors said, he fought like a different person—his moves were fierce and swift, clearly honed from childhood brawls.

He had no fighting technique, relying solely on the experience he'd accumulated over time.

Several times it looked like the sticks were about to hit him, yet he narrowly dodged each one.

But in the end he was outnumbered, especially since they all had weapons; soon the boy was beaten down, taking several blows from the sticks.

Jiang Zhi had already called the police, she gripped the stair railing tightly, her heart clenched with worry for him.

I don't know how he managed to provoke so many people; in the few times I've encountered him, twice he got injured from fighting.

She couldn't help much either; her physique was extremely poor—she could handle one opponent, but taking on that many would just be delivering herself as a corpse.

Of those six or seven people, five were knocked down, leaving the knife-wielding red-haired and the retreating yellow-haired wielding a stick.

The red-haired was utterly enraged; spotting an opening, he clenched his fruit knife and lunged forward.

Jiang Zhi sensed his intent a beat earlier, ignoring everything else, she rushed forward and shoved the red-haired aside.

The red-haired fell to the ground, never expecting Cheng Su to have backup; after regaining his senses, he saw the pale-faced girl standing not far away and froze for a moment.

"You motherfucker, are you looking to die?" he roared, shifting all his anger onto her.

That blow of hers had used all her strength, her head rang, her limbs went weak and limp; after two gasps, she saw the red-haired rising from the ground, marching toward her angrily.

She glanced at the fruit knife lying on the ground, hurried to pick it up, gripped it and pointed it at him, her breath unsteady as she said: "You… you don't come closer."

The red-haired spat, rolled up his sleeves, and strode over, completely disregarding her.

But before he could reach her, a black shadow suddenly appeared before him, giving him no chance to react, and a heavy fist smashed into his face.

In an instant of dizziness, the red-haired collapsed to the ground, pinned by the black shadow; blow after blow rained down, and through his blurred vision the boy looked like a demon clawed up from hell, terrifying, as if he intended to kill him.

The red-haired tried to struggle, but couldn't break free of his grip; his head grew more dizzy, his eyes flooded with blood, and the suffocating sense of impending death left him unable to breathe.

Seeing this, Jiang Zhi rushed over and grabbed his punching wrist, but the force was tremendous and impossible to stop; the boy's eyes were already red and hollow, sunk into endless slaughter, his emotions violent with no trace of reason.

"Cheng Su!!" she shouted at the top of her lungs.

Cheng Su abruptly halted his movements, a glimmer appeared in the depths of his pupils, and he turned his head toward the person half-kneeling beside him.

The girl's complexion was sickly pale, her raven-black lashes fluttered lightly, and her clear peach-blossom eyes were filled with worry and tension.

"Stop fighting." She extended her arm to encircle his neck, hugging him tightly, and soothed: "There's no danger anymore, Cheng Su."

Cheng Su's breath caught; he smelled her sweet fragrance, his vision cleared—the darkness was like thick, icy ink, yet the girl in his arms was warm like sunshine.

The uncontrollable killing intent deep within gradually faded, giving way to reason.

"I..." he lifted his fingers stained with scarlet blood, his expression bewildered and at a loss.

Jiang Zhi whispered: "It's okay."

Hearing her, Cheng Su closed his eyes and fainted.

The red-haired lying on the ground had already lost consciousness, clinging to life.

Police cars arrived at the scene shortly, and the red-haired was also sent to the hospital; timely treatment meant no serious harm.

As for Cheng Su, his arm was fractured, he had a mild concussion, and some superficial injuries, but nothing serious.

Jiang Zhi finished paying the fee and returned to the ward, looking at the unconscious boy lying on the bed, she sighed.

"Looking at him, he's still quite heart‑wrenching."

777 said: "Host, you're about to leave here."

The plot advances; the reason Jiang Mu went to A City is her mother's critical illness. In the hospital she met the overbearing CEO who is her cheap dad, the two became entangled, and early tomorrow Jiang Mu will come here in the CEO's car to pick her up and take her away.