Chapter 33: This is the way heroes fight.

If you’re a bully, you damn well better be prepared to be bullied.

You can’t go around acting surprised when a size 36 shoe comes flying into your face.

What, did you think this day would never come when you were the one doing the bullying?

A flying kick was followed by Fang Wei grabbing a girl’s long hair and sprinting.

The girl, being dragged across the ground by her hair, let out a heart-piercing scream.

It looked painful just watching.

But as for those three boyfriends over there—why the hell are you men getting involved in a girls’ fight? Aren’t you embarrassed to be hitting a woman!

The sight of these women tearing into each other got Fang Wei, the culprit behind it all, pumped up.

There was no way he was going to let these three desperate white knights ruin such a good show.

Before one of them could charge at Zhuge Yu in a blind rage, Fang Wei had already planted a kick into the man’s back.

Women should damn well fight women, and men should damn well fight men!

“Holy crap, why did a fight break out over there?”

“Quick, record a video! No, wait, go break it up!”

“Holy shit, is that Shen Yuanyuan being dragged by her hair?!”

“That guy is so handsome, I really want to ask for his contact info…”

“Seriously, girl? Can’t you see he’s hitting a woman?!”

Women should fight women, and men should fight men?

What kind of gibberish was that? These three men were at most the bully’s lackeys—Elite Mobs, essentially.

But since they had already joined the raid, Fang Wei felt he couldn’t call himself the MVP if he didn’t slap those bitches across the face.

He swung a full-force fist into a woman’s face while still managing to find a free hand to deal with the three simps.

Break it up? I didn’t see any of you coming to break things up when she was being bullied.

Now you want to play the “good person”?

Fuck your mother’s ancestors! You “enlightened centrists” deserve to die too!

Fighting! What a rush! Hitting women! Hitting men!

Everything was a blur anyway, so Fang Wei dove into that den of beasts.

Without using any magic, it was just a satisfying, raw brawl.

The “Flower” of the Sophomore Acting Department? Sure, she was pretty, but look at the plaster-thick layers of makeup on that face.

Did you think you had an AT Field smeared on your face that I couldn’t break through?

You like bullying, don’t you? Satisfaction? Pride? Arrogance? Feeling superior?

Eat my Supreme Wave Punch!

Screams, chaos, pleas for mercy, and insults all blended into a messy cacophony.

After dragging the girl by her hair in a wide circle, Zhuge Yu—who was currently wrestling with two other bitches—was also drawn to the commotion on Fang Wei’s side.

The moment she chose to take extreme action, she had already prepared herself to fight one-against-six.

In reality, she only had to deal with two: the one she was dragging by the head and the one she was chasing.

The remaining three men and one woman were currently in a passionate brawl with Fang Wei in the center of their circle.

Even if he was the one who ignited the fuse, he clearly could have just stood by and watched.

Whether she got beaten up or did the beating, he could have stepped in afterward to take the credit.

Why did he have to join the fight himself?

But looking at him now, he was fighting even more fiercely than she was, as if he was the one who had been bullied instead of her.

He was also pulling a woman’s hair, and Shen Yuanyuan’s face was already swollen from his slaps, yet he still managed to trade blows back and forth with three men simultaneously.

He was actually quite handsome, but he looked even better in motion, and he looked incredibly cool while fighting.

However, his mouth was full of filth, bringing up everyone’s mother in every sentence.

There was no sense of justice to be found; his eyes were filled with nothing but bloodthirsty combat.

Zhuge Yu froze in a daze.

Taking action meant he was standing together with her.

In the past, there had been impulsive guys like him, but even those willing to stand up for her would eventually choose to cut ties after facing external pressure.

Consequently, feelings of gratitude, regret, self-blame, and the weight of being a burden to others would pool in her heart.

That was why she hated people who made her feel like she owed them something.

When Zhuge Yu was fourteen, after being cornered and beaten outside of school, her father—who was usually so busy he couldn’t even straighten his back—personally came to the school.

That middle-aged man, his hair graying and his edges worn down by life, stood on the podium and told the middle schoolers with heavy, earnest words that they should love and help one another.

Then, amidst the laughter of bratty kids who thought they were “mature,” the middle-aged man showed a look of sheer embarrassment.

Zhuge Yu, sitting in her seat, couldn’t lift her head.

The laughter mocking her father and the laughter mocking her blended together, making her skin itch as if she were being pricked by needles.

She felt humiliated, but she also felt ashamed and disgusted with herself for having such thoughts about her father.

There was no doubt her parents loved her.

But after that day, whenever anyone saw her, they would sneer and mock: “Don’t get too close to her, or she’ll go call her daddy again, boo-hoo.”

Following the humiliation, the shame, and the remorse, there was the resulting sense of indebtedness.

She never wanted anyone—not even her family—to be dragged down by her again.

So, she had learned to endure many things.

She thought that if her heart became broad enough, nothing would be able to hurt her anymore…

But now, the man at the focus of her gaze seemed to want to fill her already torn and broadened heart all at once.

He left only a tiny bit of space, just to tell her: “Look, the wound is still a wound, the pain is still pain, and it will always be there.”

So, there was only one way to pull it out.

Whatever someone gives you, you give it back in kind!

Her palm fell onto the woman’s face, stroke after stroke.

Even if she slapped her until she bled, it wouldn’t be enough.

Today, she was going to make these bitches regret ever provoking her!

***

“Wow, how violent.”

Fang Wei wiped the blood off his knuckles; it probably wasn’t his.

Under his “mad dog” fighting style, one of the guys had already fled in terror, and another was lying on the ground, unable to get up after being hit in the gut by his Stupefying Sky-Shaking Punch.

Ten minutes after the farce began, students had already run to get the school security.

Fang Wei was still holding the “Flower” of the Acting Department by her hair while she sobbed and begged for mercy.

He was just wondering where the last person was.

Suddenly, a steel pipe whistled past his ear!

Though it grazed his cheek, luckily it didn’t smash his head open.

Fang Wei turned his head sharply, his expression turning playful.

In the distance, the boy who had swung the pipe in a rage was clutching his lower back, unable to stand.

Behind that boy, Zhuge Yu was also holding a steel rod she had grabbed from the nearby sports equipment room.

She even has a Blue Aurora Slash?

What a great rookie!

But now, this fight had escalated from a brawl into a full-on weaponized conflict.

***

If you’re going to bully someone, you have to consider being bullied in return.

If you’re going to fight, you have to consider how to clean up the mess when things blow up.

In the end, those still standing were Cpl.

Big Wei and Gen.

Little Yu.

One had a cut on his face, and the other had a sprained ankle from the flying kicks and hair-pulling sprints.

By the time the school security, teachers, and the counselors from Acting Department Class 6 and Class 3 arrived at the scene, the Class 3 counselor was completely dumbfounded.

Class 6 was, of course, Zhuge Yu’s class, while the identity Si Chen had forged for Fang Wei was in Class 3.

The Class 3 counselor looked at this completely unfamiliar student who had never appeared at a class meeting and left zero impression over the entire academic year.

He checked Fang Wei’s student ID and scrolled through the internal faculty records for a long time.

The person actually existed.

He had appeared out of thin air!!!

Then this unlucky counselor blew a fuse.

Whose subordinate was this?! No, wait—which wealthy family’s young master had come here to “experience life”?

Why didn’t the higher-ups tell him in advance? With such a huge incident, was his “30 Years Excellence” counselor award going to fly out the window?

He had to suppress this.

Regardless of how it was handled later, this incident had to be buried.

Look at these two kids—the boy looks so honest, and the girl is so short.

It’s obvious at a glance that the other side was bullying them.

“However, you did hit them. How about this? I’ll talk it over with the counselor from the other class. You all just shake hands and apologize, and we’ll call it even, okay?”

The six battered and bruised university students were definitely not having it.

They had already called home, and some were demanding to call the police on the spot.

“You idiots, can’t we handle our own business? Do you have to blow this out of proportion? Will that benefit you at all?”

Once their respective counselors arrived, it was the same rhetoric.

Both sides were at fault anyway.

There would definitely be demerits, but you couldn’t take this to the higher-ups, and you couldn’t make anonymous reports, or else I’ll have to dock your credit points.

Besides, six of you fought against two of them.

Those two haven’t said anything, so what are you complaining about?

See?

This is why teachers were educated.

By shifting the perspective, the story sounded completely different.

As for checking the surveillance to see who started it? The school’s response was: “Oh no, oh my god! The cameras just happened to malfunction!”

The boomerang of “minimizing big problems and ignoring small ones” finally circled back and smashed into the bullies’ faces.

Fang Wei thanked the counselor he had never met.

The man bowed slightly as he spoke to him.

Only after the counselor left did Fang Wei turn his gaze toward Zhuge Yu.

“How is it? They didn’t make it hard on you, did they?”

Zhuge Yu sat on the ground and shook her head.

“No, they just told me to write a self-reflection essay and asked about my leave of absence… To be honest, I regretted it the moment I acted. I thought I was definitely dead, that my student record would be permanently stained, that I’d never be able to work in the civil service, and that I might even go to jail…”

“But in the end, you just have to write a reflection,” Fang Wei joked.

“Yeah.”

Zhuge Yu nodded blankly.

She suspected this definitely had something to do with Fang Wei, but how did he do it?

Meeting Zhuge Yu’s suspicious gaze, Fang Wei gave a mysterious smile.

Heh, that was all thanks to the “Big Boss” above him.

If Si Chen could sneak him into this school without a sound, settling everything else was naturally no problem.

The only downside was that his “Venerable Master” was currently flaming Fang Wei on his phone, wishing she could fly over right now and kill him.

Sorry, Old Chen.

I love you, Old Chen.

Fang Wei murmured in his heart.

Looking back at Zhuge Yu, he saw that after the cathartic revenge, the little girl’s face didn’t show a sense of liberation.

Instead, it grew increasingly gloomy.

He knew that the effect of the Psychological Suggestion had worn off.

Hypnosis was generally divided into two types: Psychological Suggestion and Mental Control.

It was similar to the difference between a “Heart Demon” whispering in your ear to tempt you versus someone directly controlling your body in a cultivation novel.

Unfortunately, the Mental Control option could only be used on Magical Girls, and Mianzi couldn’t identify any Magical Girls.

Therefore, before the “Healing” of a Magical Girl was completed, even using hypnosis on one would be judged as Psychological Suggestion, meaning no rewards.

Useless Mianzi!

[???]

Now that the Psychological Suggestion had ended, Zhuge Yu had started overthinking again.

This time, Fang Wei wanted to hear her thoughts.

“Now, you look unhappy again.”

“Yeah… although I don’t know why I got so worked up, and it felt great when it was happening… when I think about it now, hitting someone with my fists and pulling their hair… it must have hurt them a lot, right?”

Zhuge Yu was, at her core, a kind child.

Fang Wei nodded in agreement.

“Well, I hit more people than you did, so I should be even more guilty. Does that make you feel better?”

“…”

Zhuge Yu lowered her head.

It was true that having someone share her unpleasantness made her feel much better.

But it was still so disgusting.

She bit her lip and looked up.

“About Qi Qiancao… I’ll help… but I’ll only tell you what I know…”

This was her final bit of stubbornness.

After all, Xiao Cao already had a boyfriend; she couldn’t actually help this man steal someone’s girl.

But she already owed him so much.

There was no going back to how things were before.

This was the most she could concede.

Fang Wei nodded and accepted.

Zhuge Yu tried to stand up to leave, but the sharp pain in her ankle made her stumble, nearly falling.

However, she was caught by that broad embrace.

After seeing who it was, her heart skipped a beat.

“I’ll carry you back. I can carry you to the bus stop, or we can just take a taxi back.”

“Ah… um…”

She buried her face as much as possible into her down jacket.

Fang Wei crouched down, and her tiny body pressed against his back as she awkwardly wrapped her arms around his neck.

She felt his hands supporting her backside—it was a strange sensation.

Then he bounced her slightly to hoist her higher.

Her face flushed as she pressed against him, listening to him hum a little tune.

Feeling a bit concerned, she asked:

“Is the cut on your face okay?”

“Minor issue. I’ll handle it myself.”

“Okay…”

She buried her head back into her jacket.

After a moment of hesitation, she rested her face against his back.

She whispered softly, “Actually, I’m not afraid of them.

I have the power to teach them a lesson myself.”

“I know.”

Fang Wei obviously knew.

Most victims of bullying actually have the capability to fight back.

But these people don’t dare to.

They can’t even take the first step.

In extreme cases, they have the strength to lift a stone, pick up a weapon, or blow the situation wide open, but they never do.

Because having the capability and having the courage are two very different things.

“You don’t know,” the girl stubbornly countered on his back. “I actually have a very strong sense of morality. Like the protagonist of a Tokusatsu show—even if I’m beaten by thugs or insulted by the public, I would still transform to protect them. I won’t abuse my power.”

“Then you should remember to watch more Showa-era brawlers. I still prefer the thrill of slapping a troublemaker in the face.”

“Showa wasn’t that violent.”

“Then you should watch more Redman.”

Fang Wei felt his neck being squeezed a bit tight.

Was this little girl trying to strangle him or what?

But just as he was about to speak, he felt a puff of warmth against his ear, followed by the girl’s shy and constricted whisper.

“Thank you… Cpl. Big Wei…”

Fang Wei stopped in his tracks and didn’t say a word.

His mouth fell open to the wind, his eyes staring straight ahead.

It wasn’t that he was shocked by the girl’s shy voice.

It was because, just as Zhuge Yu leaned into his ear to thank him, a powerful notification sound rang out in his mind.

[Detected contact time greater than 10 minutes]

[First Contact complete!]

[This system aims to help the host hypnotize all Magical Girls. First Contact mission items have been issued.]

Wait… where’s my Elite NPC that I was going to recruit as a minion?