Chapter 258: Volume 1, Chapter 258 – Stupid Beauty x Sports School Male God (20)

A thug threw the apples from the blind woman's small cart onto the ground, tearing the plastic bag; the vegetables inside rolled down the slope, and the woman scrambled to pick them up, but unable to see, she could only lie on the ground and grope with her hands.

Hahaha, blindy! Your stuff is right there.

"If you give us money, we'll help you pick it up." The thug had just come out of an all-night internet cafe, with no breakfast money, and fortunately ran into this blind old woman.

The woman pleaded, "Please, let me go—I'm just a blind person, I really have no money."

The red-haired thug lifted his foot and stepped onto the cart, his tone vicious: "If you don't pay, I'll just take it by force."

He then told his buddies behind him to go over and search her pockets.

Jiang Zhi kicked the red-haired thug hard from behind, sending him flying, and didn't spare the other thugs either, kicking each one.

The red-haired thug fell to the ground, covering his disfigured face, looking fearfully at the girl: "You… do you know who I am? Don't… don't you want to live?"

He could barely get his threats out.

Jiang Zhi stepped toward him, each word deliberate: "Go ask around on the street about my reputation as Jiang Sis—if you dare bully anyone again, I'll make sure you never come back."

The girl wore a mask, her long hair draped over her shoulders, a thick down jacket wrapping her frame, making her look especially sturdy and tall; her aura was like a black bear hunting in the woods, inspiring dread.

Those few thugs scrambled away, rolling and crawling.

Jiang Zhi bent down, picked up the food that had slid down the slope into a bag, lifted it onto the cart, and said, "Auntie, I've gathered everything back."

The blind woman was overwhelmed with gratitude, wanting to bow and thank her, but Jiang Zhi stopped her.

"Auntie, you're fine—where are you headed? Do you need my help?"

The woman shook her head: "No need, no need, I live nearby. Thank you—would you like to come to my place for a drink?"

Jiang Zhi politely declined; she still had things to do.

After parting ways, she went to the place she had agreed to meet He Yin—a milk tea shop at an intersection.

Not long after she arrived, He Yin showed up in front of her.

Jiang Zhi teased, "I thought I'd have to wait another day today."

He Yin: "……"

He cleared his throat and asked, "What would you like to drink?"

Jiang Zhi ordered a taro milk, cradling the cup as she walked beside him.

"I just did a good deed—if you'd arrived a bit earlier, you would have seen it," she said while walking.

The alley was filled with shuttling electric scooters, narrow; He Yin walked on the outer side, letting her stay inside, watching for nearby traffic.

He heard her voice, his tone low: "You got into another fight?"

Jiang Zhi swallowed the milky-scented tea, glanced at him, and retorted irritably, "What do you mean 'again'?"

It made her seem like a gangster who constantly fights people.

He Yin stopped, reached out to check her for injuries: "Are you hurt?"

Jiang Zhi pushed his hand away: "How could I be hurt? Do you look down on me?"

He Yin sighed, looking at her reddened, frozen fingers, took them into his warm pocket, and said, "If anything happens, call me."

He warmed her fingers tenderly: "Still cold?"

It's a bit colder here than at school; the house has no heating, only the little heater he bought for his mother.

Jiang Zhi shook her head, handed him the milk tea she'd taken two sips of: "I'm not drinking anymore—too much will make me gain weight."

She can't afford to gain weight.

He Yin took the milk tea, drank it in one gulp, and tossed it into the nearby trash can.

Jiang Zhi clung to him, asking, "If I gain weight, will you still like me?"

He Yin rarely sweet-talks; he keeps things bottled up, didn't answer her question, and changed the subject: "We… we're almost there."

Jiang Zhi wouldn't let him off: "Come on, say it."

He Yin blushed: "I will."

No matter what she becomes, he will like her.

Jiang Zhi smiled contentedly: "I like A Yin the most too."

He Yin's steps halted abruptly; seeing her confused, he took her hand and led her to a dim, cramped corner, cupped her face, and kissed her.

The air gradually grew hot and humid.

The buzz-cut youth's movements were gentle, yet wrapped in an aggressive advance; his cool tongue slipped into her mouth like a snake, stirring her inch by inch until her eyes glazed, tears welling at the corners, dampening his black lashes.

Until her legs went weak and she could barely stand, he finally released her; in the dim light, he licked her moisture-slick lips, held her close, and his voice came out hoarsely shocking.

"Zhizhi..."

Jiang Zhi leaned weakly against his chest, thinking to herself.

This is clearly a brooding villain.

Outwardly proper and abstinent, calm and composed, inside he's wickedly bad.

But she likes him just like that.

After calming herself, she let the youth adjust her scarf, took out a small mirror from her bag, and saw that the lip gloss she'd applied before coming had been kissed off completely; she couldn't help complaining, "I don't want to kiss you anymore—you've kissed off all my lip gloss."

Now she has to reapply it.

Just moments ago, when he kissed her, he was like a feral wolf; now his face is flushed, the ears hidden in his collar red as if bleeding, his forehead lowered, he apologizes softly.

"Yes… sorry."

Jiang Zhi snorted, reapplied her lip gloss, and said, "Come on, let's go to your place."

She thought of something and worried, "I forgot to buy a gift; let's go buy one nearby now."

He Yin took her hand: "No need."

Jiang Zhi shook her head: "I need to—I'm visiting your home for the first time, I have to bring a gift."

He Yin: "Zhizhi."

Jiang Zhi heard him call her, and she lifted her brows doubtfully.

He Yin fell silent for a few seconds, then said softly: "I've never told you about my family situation; in fact, I only have a mother."

Jiang Zhi listened attentively.

He Yin went on: "Since I was old enough to remember, she has been blind."

The youth intertwined his fingers, slowly tightening them, and a hint of fear appeared deep in his slender eyes.

He fears losing her.

They were never meant to be from the same world, and the girl's other half shouldn't be someone like him.

What does it matter?

Even if it means changing the world, he will spare no effort to stand at the pinnacle, to stand by her side.

Jiang Zhi hummed, her eyes showing no hint of disgust or retreat; instead she took his hand and softly said: "Mm, your mother has suffered greatly."

Blind, yet she had to raise him alone; it's not merely a matter of hardship.

His mother has endured too much suffering in her life.

After standing there a while, He Yin's voice grew slightly hoarse: "I'll carry you up."

Jiang Zhi happily said: "Sure!"

Carrying her all the way to the rooftop, the youth's breathing was a little unsteady, yet he steadily set her down on the ground.

This path isn't particularly long, but Jiang Zhi on the youth's back could still feel the uneven steps.

There were no handrails either, and climbing up would take a long time.

But the youth has walked this path for over twenty years.

"Are you tired?" she asked worriedly.

He Yin shook his head: "Not tired."

Not at all tired.