Chapter 35 "This is our new transfer student - Xu Luxi. Please welcome him with applause."
"This is our new transfer student - Xu Luxi. Please welcome him with applause." Amid the sparse applause, the young Xu Luxi raised an obedient smile.
"My mother told me that she is a child without a father. Her mother is not a serious person either."
"Ah, how can someone be without a father? It's so pitiful."
"What do you mean you're not a serious person? You don't have a job?"
"How should I know? That's what my mom said. Anyway, it's not a good thing. We shouldn't play with her."
The children gathered together and chattered. Perhaps because they were children, they spoke without restraint and said what they thought without hiding their malice at all.
Little Xu Luxi fluttered her eyelashes slightly, sat obediently in her seat alone, and wrote her homework seriously with a pencil.
Whether it was during recess or physical education class, she was always alone.
School bullying never begins with verbal or physical insults, but with endless indifference and isolation.
What's wrong with not playing with the new transfer student? What's wrong with not letting your best friends play with her? If I ask more, it's just that the child is aloof and quiet. Should I ask my child to accommodate her?
The little child ran away laughing. Xu Luxi pursed his lips, silently took out a pencil sharpener, and scratched the already scarred wooden table.
"Look at your mother, she's so flattering and attentive to everyone. I didn't believe it at first. Now, humph, your mother is just a foxy woman. Who is she trying to hook at the parents' meeting today?"
"No wonder your father died so early. How much longer could he have lived with your mother, Pan Jinlian? A dragon gives birth to a dragon, and a phoenix gives birth to a phoenix. A mouse's son can dig holes. How good are you? You are still a good student. You study hard to inherit your mother's business. Who do you want to catch? Today, let's enforce justice on behalf of heaven."
Heavy and light fists hit Xu Luxi's thin body again and again. During the pushing and shoving, Xu Luxi fell forward uncontrollably, her knees hitting the ground heavily. She supported herself on the ground with her hands and raised her eyes.
Her lips were pale, and there was a gloomy deathly aura lingering between her brows. Water was dripping from the ends of her black hair. Her amber eyes were cold and cruel, like a bloodthirsty beast, roaring and screaming at them through the gaps in the phosphorescent fire.
Because her father went out to prostitute and got sick and died, she and her mother have to live on the rack of shame for the rest of their lives? Why? He deserves to die!
She followed her mother from a small village to the county town, and then to the city, relying on the instinct of flattery that they despised.
After that, she would follow the path her mother paved for her, to the big city, to the capital, to a place that was out of their reach.
Why can't her mother climb up? Why can't she climb up? Why are they born to be stepped on?
He deserves to die! She deserves to die! He deserves to die too! Everyone in front of him deserves to die! She wishes they would die right now, she wishes she could tear them into pieces!
Perhaps it was because Xu Luxi's eyes were too gloomy and depressed, she was beaten again.
The gloomier the expression and the more fierce the resistance, the heavier the beating will be.
So, she learned how to disguise herself without any instruction, not only in front of her mother and teacher, but also when she was bullied.
As long as she looked docile and submissive enough to resist, the lighter the beatings she received, the less interested they would be.
This was the best way young Xu Luxi could think of to protect himself.
Unconditional weakness and giving in will only lead to even more aggressive bullying from the bully.
But the premise of resistance is the unconditional support and backing of parents. It requires a lot of love.
She didn't.
Her mother didn't love her as much as she thought. If she talked too much, she would just think she was troublesome and asked her to find the reason herself.
She would only tell her to back off a little bit, and then back off a little bit more, and once she settled down and found someone to back her up, she would no longer be bullied.
What a joke. She had spent the first half of her life relying on her dead father, and now she had to rely on those men for the second half of her life. Was she so sure that they would protect her and her daughter?
She didn't believe it. She thought it was better to rely on herself than on them, so she studied hard, just to escape from them completely one day.
Escape from that ridiculous cycle.
In fact, she is the same. What she loves most is herself.
She watched coldly as her mother tried one after another with a smile on her face. She had struggled and felt confused before she fell step by step.
What if she found a rich and powerful man willing to marry her? Is she happy now? Is it the life she once imagined? She still has to sacrifice herself and her daughter to please him, flatter him, and consolidate her position.
They had such an absurd relationship. She was her mother's last trump card to turn things around. She fed her, clothed her, and provided her with the best education resources. Even though those people despised her as a burden, she did not abandon her.
Because she was smart, had good grades, could get into a good university, and could bring her to a higher level. But she didn't have much love for her.
In her eyes, this was an investment, an investment that was almost no different from the investment she made when she was around those men.
No matter how disgusted and disgusted she was with this kind of relationship, she had to admit that all her educational resources were built on her flesh and blood. She drank her blood, ate her flesh, and went to the high school with the best faculty in the city.
She had to take advantage of her mood. Then everything would go as she wished.
They will be entangled like this for the rest of their lives, yet separated from each other.
Until she met Gu Ao Yu.
She was the first person to tell her that she should fight back if she was bullied.
He was also the first person to protect her with practical actions.
No thanks, no rewards, and I don't even like her.
She had imagined countless times that she would pick up her cell phone, dial the police number, and a group of men in neat and majestic uniforms would rush towards them without hesitation against the light and easily capture and convict them.
Even though she knew the hope was slim. Cases of school bullying are difficult to characterize, and even if there is evidence, it is difficult to bring them to justice.
They are still children under the age of 16.
She thought, as someone who hated bullying, she even thought about being bullied by her in exchange for her attention. She probably knew subconsciously that such a person would never bully the weak.
"Gu Ao Yu, are you sick? I told you to beat Su Nuonuo, why did you throw water on me?" The male protagonist was tricked into the bathroom, and before he saw anyone, a bucket of water was poured on his head.
"I'm going to hit you." Gu Ao Yu threw a punch at the male protagonist's right face. Then he kicked the knee of the thug next to him, turned around, and punched another thug's nose with his right fist.
The male protagonist staggered back a few steps, then realized that he had been tricked, and roared with a red face:
"Gu Ao Yu, you actually dared to hit me, believe it or not, I will have someone kill you right now."
"Tsk, everyone can brag. Let's see whether your men come faster or my fists are faster." Facing fists coming from all directions, Gu Ao Yu was not panicked at all. She blocked left and right. Those thugs were big and not flexible, so she took advantage of her agility and ran around like a cheetah, even having enough energy to laugh at them.
"Hurry up, you useless guys can't even kill a person." The debris was flying everywhere, and while the gangster was scrambling to avoid the attacks of the broom and mop, Gu Ao Yu seized the opportunity, rushed to the side of the male protagonist, and punched him with his fist.
"What the hell, you think you're worthy of being called a school bully? I'll beat you up every time I see you bullying the weak. From now on, when you call me boss, you have to call me boss respectfully. Do you hear me?"
The sound of fists hitting flesh, heavy breathing and painful curses filled the bathroom.
"You..." The male protagonist raised his arms to block her attack, but Gu Aoyu threw left hooks and right hooks, each one was sharp, as if he had practiced. He was beaten back step by step. With a loud bang, he hit the door.
The male protagonist finally reacted, suddenly opened the bathroom door, and fled out in a panic under the cover of his thugs. He didn't forget to say something cruel while running.
"Gu Ao Yu, just wait for me. I will never let you go."
"Okay, I'll wait. Don't run away so cowardly next time." Gu Ao Yu sneered, leaned lazily against the door, and gently wiped the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.
Tears burst out of her eyes without warning, sliding down in big drops, blurring her vision. Xu Luxi rushed to Gu Ao Yu and stretched out his hands tremblingly, wanting to touch her wound, but was afraid of hurting her, so he could only pause helplessly in mid-air.
"Didn't I tell you to leave first? Why are you still here?" Gu Ao Yu rubbed the bloody wounds on his body indifferently and wiped away the seeping blood with his fingers casually.
If the original owner hadn't been so exhausted, she wouldn't have been injured with such a small amount of exercise. She was a well-known school bully.
The thin shoulders shook violently, and suppressed sobs came out from the depths of her throat. Xu Luxi bit her lips tightly to hold back her tears, but for some reason she cried even harder.
"I'm fine, why are you crying? Stop crying." Gu Ao Yu sighed. She was the one who was hurt, but she didn't cry. Why should she cry?
What she hated most in her life was this kind of weak, thin person who could only cry, but for some reason, when she saw Xu Luxi's tears falling uncontrollably, she did not feel as impatient as before.
Maybe it was the genuine heartache in Xu Luxi's tearful eyes.
Xu Luxi stubbornly took out the medical kit that he had prepared long ago, picked up a cotton swab, sprinkled it with alcohol to disinfect Gu Ao Yu, and then applied medicine.
Gu Ao Yu waved his hand indifferently, saying that this kind of injury would heal in a day or two. Xu Luxi's tears began to fall again, dripping onto the ground.
Gu Ao Yu was finally defeated and turned his head away, letting her torment him.
How can a school bully wear bandages? It doesn’t look domineering at all.
Xu Luxi blew on the curled red flesh of Gu Ao Yu with her mouth with heartache, and her eyelashes fluttered with water droplets.
She thought she no longer had to pray or plead, for she had found it.
She loves her so much, and loves everyone in the world.
Xu Luxi asked for nothing, only wishing her safety and well-being, and only wishing to get a glimpse of her beauty when she lowered her eyes lazily.
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