No matter the past life or this one, school bullying has caused too many tragedies.
Looking at the girl before her, who seemed almost lifeless, Chu You felt as if her heart was suddenly being squeezed, making it hard to even breathe.
“Hey, are you deaf?”
The leader of the bullies kicked Chu You’s calf irritably.
“That stray nobody wants your interference. Now get lost!”
“Stray…” Although she hadn’t witnessed the bullying directly, just from the dirty footprints on the girl’s body and the bully’s use of the word ‘stray,’ Chu You had a rough idea of what the girl had endured.
Chu You slowly stood up, turning to face the four bullies who were gradually closing in, her eyes cold.
“To use violence to torment others is the ultimate evil.”
“You all are the twisted rats crawling in the dark corners, stinking without knowing it, utterly disgusting.”
At her words, the four bullies froze in unison.
Them?
Twisted crawling rats?
Stinking without realizing it?
The four exchanged glances, confusion flickering in their eyes, as if confirming whether they’d heard her right.
“You’re trying to stand up for the stray, huh?”
The lead bully crossed her arms and sneered, “You’re quick with words, but is one person really enough?”
As she spoke, the other three cracked their knuckles and closed in, cursing with filthy language.
Chu You snorted coldly, stepping back half a pace while reaching into her backpack.
Using a gun on a few school bullies was too much—so scratch that.
A dose of the tranquilizer needle that’s too strong wouldn’t work either; even combined, they wouldn’t handle half a shot without causing serious trouble.
So no.
Chu You’s hand moved through the backpack again until it grasped a short rod, about the thickness of a broomstick.
It’s decided—you it is, the close-defense stun baton.
“Those who bully the weak are unforgivable!”
Chu You gripped the baton tightly and quickly pulled it out of her backpack.
Her calves and waist tensed instantly as she prepared to rush forward and strike first.
At that moment, a note attached to the short rod fluttered in the wind, blocking her view.
【Senior Sister, don’t use violence, okay~】
【——Lin Mo.】
Chu You’s breath caught.
As the note fell, the true identity of the ‘weapon’ in her hand was revealed.
“Pfft—” The lead bully burst out laughing, pointing at the object Chu You held.
“Are you crazy? Taking a toy to fight like some magical girl?”
Sunlight streamed through the slats of the blinds.
Chu You stared in disbelief at the magical girl transformation wand, adorned with pink butterfly bows, in her hand.
W-what, it’s a total fail?!
My heroic rescue just got brutally sabotaged by that bastard Lin Mo?
“Looks like she’s really on that stray’s side—birds of a feather flock together…”
“Tch, the stray acts like a mute no matter how much she gets hit, but her friend is lively enough~”.
“Should we give her a double attack later?”
“You’re just jealous because she’s pretty!”
The bullies laughed and joked, completely ignoring Chu You.
It was no wonder—low-level thugs fight with fists, mid-level use clubs, high-level swing machetes, but fighting with a magic wand… even Chu You herself felt embarrassed enough to scrape her toes against the ground.
“Hey,” Chu You suddenly interrupted their laughter, tossing the wand aside and speaking coldly, “What nonsense are you jabbering about? I can’t understand a word of it.”
Her words cut off the laughter abruptly.
The lead bully sneered, grabbing Chu You’s shoulder.
“Still playing innocent?”
Chu You lowered her eyes slightly to look at the hand gripping her shoulder.
No whining during a fight—that was the experience Chu You had summed up from her years as a swordsman.
“Crack.”
The cruel smile on the bully’s face froze; a crisp sound echoed in the air.
Her half-open mouth stopped moving—the hand on Chu You’s shoulder was twisted into a strange angle.
Chu You turned, twisted her hips, and with a sudden surge of strength, twisted the arm she held.
“Bang—” A wave of dizziness and loss of balance hit.
The lead bully’s expression seemed forever locked in the previous moment as she fell heavily to the ground.
Chu You straightened up and pointed her fingers at the remaining three bullies, lightly hooking them.
“Carry her off, next one~”
Only then did the bully on the ground realize the pain in her twisted wrist and let out a miserable howl.
The other three were stunned.
The tallest and fattest among them was the first to regain composure, cursing as she swung a fist at Chu You.
“Too slow,” Chu You tilted her head, easily dodging, and sneered, “My grandma punches faster than you, waste!”
As she spoke, she precisely caught the attacker’s elbow.
Another bully raised her leg to kick.
But Chu You was faster—just as the knee lifted, she stomped it back down.
At the same time, her fingers holding the elbow twisted sharply.
“Ah—!!”
A blood-curdling scream filled the air as the tall, fat bully wept tears and slumped to the ground.
Muscle and bone manipulation—military-grade combat technique, usually reserved for the most vicious criminals.
“Good friends stick together…” Chu You kicked the limp bully aside and clenched her fists as she stepped toward the remaining two, her tone mocking, “Are you two going to come at me together?”
At her words, both bullies shuddered violently.
One minute later, the four wailing bullies lay piled like a thousand-layer pancake on the ground.
Chu You dusted off her nonexistent dust on her hands and turned toward the girl curled up in the corner, slowly crouching down.
“The more you retreat, the more they’ll take advantage.”
“If you don’t want to be bullied, you have to make them understand one thing…” She pulled out a wet wipe from her backpack and gently wiped the dirt from the girl’s face.
“Bullying you comes at a price. Even if you can only fight back against one person—pull hair, gouge eyes, bite ears.”
“Make them hurt, make them afraid, make them think twice before they strike.”
The girl’s trembling gradually eased.
She sniffled and carefully lifted her head, her flickering eyes meeting Chu You’s gaze.
Under the sunlight, Chu You smiled warmly, her voice resolute: “Rather than silently enduring all this, it’s better to stand tall and tell them—”
“Go to hell with your fake limbs, just do it!”
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Binhai Experimental Middle School, Discipline Office.
The middle-aged man who had chased after Chu You earlier looked serious, silently watching Chu You bowing her head like a frightened quail, and Lin Mo rushing hurriedly to school.
The atmosphere was oppressively tense.
Lin Mo sighed helplessly and nudged Chu You’s arm.
Chu You shuddered, awakening from a daze.
She looked up at the stern Discipline Director, then bowed deeply with greater sincerity.
“I was wrong, Director.”
“I… shouldn’t have used violence to solve the problem.”
“I’m sorry!”