Chapter 51: Haha

On the late-night street, the air suddenly grew still.

The man’s hand froze midair.

He looked at the broken water pipe on the ground, then at the black-haired beauty before him, who was rubbing her shoulder and complaining, “It hurts.”

‘This…’

‘Could it be that this seemingly frail black-haired beauty…’

‘…is not human?’

At that moment, Orange Quiet Forest, who had fully reacted, was not going to give him a third chance to lose his mind.

‘Do you really think I’m easy to bully?!’

Orange Quiet Forest’s eyes turned cold.

She immediately used the martial arts technique that Orange Peach had forced her to take classes for in the past.

She clamped down on the man’s left wrist, which was still frozen in midair, and twisted it sharply.

Seizing the moment when he lost his balance, she raised her leg and executed a clean sweeping leg kick.

Thump!

The man fell heavily, face-first into the dirt.

Orange Quiet Forest mercilessly stepped on his back and pinned his arm in a reverse joint lock.

Orange Berry had her family’s bodyguards take over.

She quickly walked over and examined Orange Quiet Forest’s shoulder and arm with concern.

“Can’t you insist it’s nothing this time?”

Orange Quiet Forest gritted her teeth against the throbbing pain in her shoulder and arm, then forced a smile.

“Hehe.”

“Go to the hospital for a checkup right away. It would be bad if there’s any hidden injury.”

Orange Berry sighed.

“Also, try to avoid being seen by unrelated people. We’ll handle things here.”

So Orange Quiet Forest obediently rode in her father Orange Green Willow’s car and was rushed to a private hospital that night.

After a tedious series of instrument checks, the results came out.

Orange Quiet Forest only had extensive bruising on her shoulder and arm.

To be fair, it was quite severe.

Her father’s heart ached at the sight of the large red patches on her fair, delicate skin on her shoulder and arm.

But this was after being hit twice with full force by a hard plastic water pipe commonly used for indoor renovations, swung by an enraged adult male.

No fractures?

No ligament damage?

Not even any impact on her daily arm movements?

The only problem was purely the pain.

Orange Green Willow was still uneasy and even forced the doctor to give Orange Quiet Forest a complete full-body deep examination.

The final results were the same: aside from bruising, there was nothing serious, and no hidden bone injuries.

After the doctor prescribed various topical ointments and sprays, Orange Quiet Forest was finally sent home safely by her father.

And Orange Peach?

She did not let that student off.

Detention, plus medical expenses and compensation.

Money wasn’t really an issue for Orange Peach, but for a male college student, that kind of sum was a heavy burden.

On top of that, his family was notified.

If he hadn’t crossed the line… she’d have tried to get him locked up for a few months.

Still, Orange Peach was grateful that her daughter wasn’t actually hurt.

It scared her to death.

She handled it discreetly through trusted contacts—hopefully it wouldn’t get out.

But then, the problem came.

The video of Orange Quiet Forest decisively kicking the phone under the streetlight, and the “pipe breaking” during the sneak attack.

Some passing dashcam or distant bystander had recorded it and uploaded it online.

On the fourth day of Orange Quiet Forest’s pleasant vacation of playing video games.

‘This is so great.’

Orange Peach, knowing she needed to rest, hadn’t been sending her on errands lately.

She even patiently brought her meals every day.

She even asked if she wanted to be fed—fed?

No thanks.

Though she was ambushed by that guy, being able to enjoy this kind of life was a blessing in disguise.

Orange Quiet Forest wasn’t greedy.

Having these little joys was enough.

She was eating chips while scrolling on her phone when she was stunned to see that her video had suddenly appeared on the hot search.

The video was a bit far away, but you could still clearly see Orange Quiet Forest’s striking black long straight hair and her tall, slender figure.

In the first half of the video.

Facing that pervert who suddenly lunged at her, trying to take close-up photos and threaten her, this seemingly delicate and fragile beauty showed no fear or hesitation.

She spun around and delivered a sharp, graceful flying kick.

The move was fluid, fast, accurate, and ruthless, sending the phone flying like a soccer ball.

Then the way she stomped the screen to pieces was so cool it gave people goosebumps.

The comment section had already exploded.

— “Holy shit, this girl is way too cool.”

— “What a reassuring leg technique. With her looks and temperament, I thought she was some fragile college girl who would just scream, but she’s got a hotheaded personality.”

— “That’s what you do to stalker creeps like that. Good kick.”

Online opinion was overwhelmingly satisfying.

Everyone was hyping the black-haired girl’s reaction speed and decisive action.

This strong contrast had netizens hooked.

But the real climax of the video that blew up the internet was in the second half.

When the man got angry, picked up the water pipe, and attacked from behind, all the viewers held their breath.

Some even spammed “Watch out” in the bullet comments.

Then, with two dull thuds.

The pipe hit the girl’s shoulder—and bent.

It hit her arm—and broke.

And the girl?

She just rubbed her shoulder and complained, then immediately used a joint lock to pin the grown man to the ground.

In that moment, the entire internet fell into deep shock and self-doubt.

— “????????”

— “Wait, did I see that right? The pipe broke? And she’s fine?”

— “What kind of new bulletproof material is this? Has it become sentient?”

The comments were divided into two camps.

One side was the fervent “martial arts master” supporters.

They firmly believed that this black-haired girl had a strong physique and was born to practice martial arts.

People’s physiques are not all the same.

The other side tried to explain it with science.

They analyzed logically: How could a person be harder than a PVC pipe?

It had to be because that plastic pipe had been left on the ground, long exposed to the sun, weathered and brittle.

It looked intimidating but could break easily—that unlucky guy just happened to pick it up.

The two sides argued ferociously under the hot search, the hype growing.

Even some science bloggers started analyzing the pipe’s material.

Orange Quiet Forest stared at the screen, her mouth twitching.

‘You guys are really bored. Geez. They even caught my face.’

‘Where’s my right to privacy?’

As she was watching, the phone on her computer desk started vibrating wildly.

On the screen, a cascade of chat app notification sounds went off.

From her aunt Orange Berry, from Chu Yong.

From Hoshisuna, Cao Qian Ju, Jing He Xuanyiang, and even Umimi and Miho.

They sent their regards and rows of shocked emojis.

Orange Quiet Forest tilted her head back, looked at the ceiling, and sighed.

‘What the hell.’