Chapter 260: Volume 1, Chapter 260 – Stupid Beauty x Sports School Male God (22)

The buzz-cut youth, being a sports student, is no inferior in stamina or strength to an ordinary person; the scarred thug couldn't subdue him right away, but in a head‑on clash, He Yin wouldn't be his match.

Jiang Zhi wasn't idle either; after dealing with the scarred thug's lackeys behind him, the remaining thugs were no pushovers.

Instead of coming at her one by one, they all surrounded her together.

After knocking them down, her stamina gave out; she leaned against the wall and gasped for breath.

The youth fared no better; the scarred thug was still formidable, landing a punch to his abdomen. Seeing him fall, the thug wanted to pick up an iron rod from the ground and smash his legs.

"You're a sports student, right? My son once wanted to be one too, but your dad shoved him off a high building, leaving his legs crippled for life. How much I hate you! You're He Dong's son—I can only take my revenge on you." The scarred thug gripped his steel rod, face full of fury.

Lying on the ground, He Yin's vision darkened, waves of pain shot from his abdomen; he struggled desperately to rise, but his limbs had no strength.

Seeing this, Jiang Zhi threw herself with all her might at the scarred thug, her breathing ragged and her chest heaving violently.

She propped herself on her unsteady waist, looked at the youth on the ground, and said helplessly, "You coming over just adds to my trouble."

He Yin curled up, cold sweat beading his forehead; he forced his mouth open and gasped, "Run… run…"

"Run?" Jiang Zhi rubbed her wrist, stepped in front of him, and said calmly, "I don't want to run yet."

The scarred thug was slammed by her into the hard wall beside him, grunted, and blood streamed from a split forehead. He gave a sinister smile: "You're pretty capable—have you trained in martial arts?"

Jiang Zhi tied up the long hair that had fallen at her temples, looked at the thug still able to stand, and said, "Yeah, so you'd better not think about crippling him."

The scarred thug recalled an unpleasant memory—his son had fallen from a high building, lain before him covered in wounds, and fainted on the spot.

Back then he swore he would never let He Dong's son have an easy time.

Therefore, even if it cost him his life, he would not let the youth go.

"You're just a girl; you'd better stay out of this. I can let you leave, and I won't pursue it."

Jiang Zhi shrugged: "Sorry, he's my boyfriend—I don't want to go."

The scarred thug had said his piece, with nothing more to add; he strode forward and swung his steel rod at her.

Jiang Zhi stepped back, seized the moment of his brief stalemate, gripped his arm tightly and twisted it backward.

Ignoring his broken arm, the thug dragged her toward the alley wall, and with a "Bang!" the earth‑stone wall shuddered.

Jiang Zhi hadn't expected him to sacrifice his own arm; the impact shattered the thug's entire arm, and her body, following the arm, slammed into the wall, feeling as if her viscera were pulverized—she almost passed out from the pain.

The scarred thug endured the excruciating pain of his broken arm, looked at the girl collapsed on the ground, and panted, "Why bother? Throwing away your life for a man?"

To eliminate future trouble, he picked up the steel rod, when a sudden sharp pain shot through the back of his head; he slowly turned and saw the youth standing in the night like a demon.

The scarred thug fell unwillingly to the ground, glaring at him fiercely, and soon lost consciousness.

The youth staggered to the girl's side, wanting to lift her; his fingers touched warm, bloody fluid. Under the dim streetlamp, the person in his arms was drenched in blood, her complexion pallid and almost translucent, as if she might vanish from his sight any second.

"No… Zhizhi… don't… don't leave me…"

Jiang Zhi coughed; blood welled from the corners of her mouth, trickling down her chin onto the back of his hand, a faint smile on her lips: "You… you're fine, that's enough."

He Yin stared blankly at her smile; his usually steady, cold face flickered with flurries of panic and fear.

Ambulances and police cars arrived quickly.

Outside the operating room.

Hurried footsteps drew nearer until they reached the door, where an elderly woman with white hair leaned on a cane, agitatedly asking, "What happened to Xiao Zhi? Why was she injured? Why was she sent to the hospital??"

He Yin's empty, lifeless eyes finally gained a hint of feeling; he slowly lifted his gaze, tugged at his dry lips, and said, "She's hurt because of me."

The old woman swayed, nearly collapsing.

The youth rose to help her, but the old woman shoved him away.

After a long while.

The old woman, expressionless, asked, "You're He Yin, right?"

He Yin replied, "Yes."

The old woman gripped her cane tightly and demanded, "What can you give Xiao Zhi by being with her? A stable life? Or a household free of worries about food and clothing?"

Before coming, she had someone look up his information—a youth named He Yin studying at the Sports School, from a poor family, his father imprisoned for illegal acts, his mother blind.

This accident was also caused by enemies of He Yin's father coming to their door.

He Yin pressed his thin lips together, forcing out with difficulty, "In the future…"

"In the future?" the old woman cut him off directly, "What's your situation now? Who can guarantee what will happen later?"

Having said that, she lowered her voice and continued, "Go on, and don't ever appear before Xiao Zhi again."

The buzz‑cut youth lowered his head, his voice hoarse: "I… I want to see her."

His complexion was poor, his abdomen seriously injured; being able to stand was already him pushing himself.

Leaning against the wall, he pleaded humbly, "Let me… wait for her to come out, okay?"

The old woman said nothing more, which amounted to tacit acceptance of his words.

The few hours of emergency treatment felt endless; not knowing how long had passed, the door finally opened.

The doctor came out and said, "The patient is fine; good thing she was sent to the hospital in time, her condition has stabilized."

The old woman breathed a sigh of relief, overflowing with gratitude.

He Yin glanced inside, met the old woman's gaze, and stepped away with heavy steps.

——

Waking up three days later, Jiang Zhi opened her eyes and thought she had already left the world.

777 saw her awake and was thrilled: "Host, you scared me to death—I've been waiting for you to wake, and you finally did. Do you realize how dangerous your actions were? You couldn't possibly handle those people; you almost lost your life."

Hearing its nonstop chatter, Jiang Zhi's head throbbed: "Don't say more—if you keep talking I'll faint again."

777 fell silent, then after a moment couldn't hold back: "Host, you've clearly maxed out Favorability, so why are you still helping the villain? Your Hatred Value is still zero—it hasn't risen at all."

Jiang Zhi thought helplessly.

She had no choice; this part of the plot must be helped, otherwise later tasks would be harder to complete.

"Don't worry, I've already found a way to increase Hatred Value."

777 delighted: "What method? What method?"

Jiang Zhi: "I won't tell you."

777 pitifully: "Okay."