Before Lu Wuyai could even make a move, the female teacher had already resolved the problem, and the method she used was very elegant; she was far smarter than him.
She walked up to him and said, "Hello, you are Ms. Tomoko."
The female teacher looked at him and smiled. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, extended a hand and said, "Yes, hello, you are Mr. Lu Wuyai."
Lu Wuyai politely shook her small hand and nodded, "Yes, yes, but you are a reporter or a teacher."
The female teacher winked at him and chuckled softly, "What reporter? I don't understand what you're saying."
Lu Wuyai said, "Didn't you just say you still have your press pass...?"
The female teacher smiled again: "I used to intern at a newspaper, but I found being a reporter boring, so I decided to teach in a rural area to realize my life's value."
Lu Wuyai laughed too. This female teacher was really bold. What she just said was enough to constitute the crime of defaming a public official.
The female teacher, Hui Zhilan, guessed his thoughts from his unnatural smile and said, "The press card is real, and what I said is true. The only thing that's fake is the tape recorder. This is my handwritten homework. But I never said I was a reporter, right?"
As she spoke, she took out what she called a voice recorder and shook it. The black pen and her emerald-green fingers complemented each other perfectly.
Lu Wuyai had to praise the female teacher's wit: "Yes, I misunderstood you, I'm sorry."
The female teacher waved her hand and said, "There's no need to apologize. Hehe, I deliberately misunderstood them, but you need to apologize too."
Lu Wuyai was startled and asked, "Which road?"
The female teacher suddenly looked up, raised her arched eyebrows, and said, "Which aspect are you referring to? You gave me a nickname when we first met, don't you need to apologize?"
Lu Wuyai was even more confused: "I'll give you a nickname. It's not mine."
The female teacher said, "Why not? My name is Lu Wuyai, not Tree Child. You've always called me Little Branch, haven't you? Your Mandarin is very good, I can't have misheard you... Ah."
Even so, she glanced at Lu Wuyai, then suddenly turned deathly pale, her eyes widening in terror.
In the past, when facing these three thugs, Lü Zhizi was always arrogant and easygoing, without a trace of fear on her face, but at this moment she was clearly frightened.
Lu Wuyai desperately wanted to know what had happened to him. Why was she suddenly afraid when she looked at him?
Confused, he subconsciously touched his face and said, "What's wrong? What's on me?"
Lu Zhizi quickly concealed the panic and fear on her face. She shielded her eyes from the sunlight and whispered, "Hurry up, I'm afraid, um, you might have to change teachers."
Lu Wuyai was even more at a loss: "What's wrong?"
Just then, a burst of laughter rang out from behind: "Haha, Miss Reporter, long time no see!"
Lu Wuyai turned around and saw a young man walking towards them.
The young man was probably a bit older than him, with a cynical smile on his face. He was tall and burly, wearing a black vest, jeans, and sneakers. He walked with a swagger, looking carefree, as if he wanted everyone to know he was a thug.
Seeing this, he frowned in surprise. Hongyang City used to have very good public security, so how could it be so bad now? In less than half an hour since I arrived at the square, I've already encountered two groups of thugs.
However, this is not surprising. A beautiful woman like Lü Zhizi, with outstanding looks and temperament, is always the focus of attention wherever she goes. She is simply a magnet for trouble, and she always manages to get into trouble.
This is why beautiful women are a disaster.
Reality didn't give him much time to think. The young man walked unsteadily, but he was fast. When he got to him, he reached out and gave him a push: "Don't block my way."
Lu Wuyai naturally disagreed.
The young man nudged the arm on his shoulder, steadying his lower body and remaining motionless: "What are you doing? Acting like a hooligan in broad daylight."
The young man didn't push him away, but tilted his head to look at him. The muscles in his arms suddenly tensed up, like inflatable straps intertwining, and an atmosphere of violence filled the air.
Lu Wuyai walked forcefully toward his legs, and although the young man's arms were strong, he still managed to block them.
Seeing the surprised look on the young man's face, he said, "Brother, you've practiced before."
Lu Wuyai smiled dismissively: "Who's your brother? Which eye of yours sees me as a hooligan?"
He had never trained, but for someone who makes a living at sea, their legs must be as strong as iron pillars. The strength of the lower body must be trained from childhood, otherwise how can one stand firm on the ship when encountering wind and waves at sea?
The young man smiled and said, "Hey, I like individuality."
No sooner had he finished speaking than his leg suddenly swept up. Lu Wuyai didn't see it clearly at all, letting the person sweep his cheek.
A strong gust of wind blew by, and he felt his head shake before his body was thrown into the air and knocked to the ground, his cheek burning with pain.
Lu Wuyai was startled and quickly stepped forward to support him, saying, "Hey, are you alright?"
This young man was quick to resort to violence, which enraged Li Muyang. He stood up awkwardly and said sternly, "Think about me, you're nothing..."
After he finished speaking, the idle young man rushed up and kicked him in the chest.
Lu Wuyai, who had just gotten up, was kicked headfirst several meters away. He fell to the ground, his vision went black, blood gushed from his chest, and he could barely breathe.
He stood up again, and without saying a word, immediately reversed his golden core and began.
The two blows he had just suffered made him realize that this despicable young man was no ordinary thug. He must have practiced martial arts or taekwondo, or at least received professional training. He couldn't possibly defeat someone on his own.
Lu's son stopped him, saying anxiously, "You can't beat him, no way, this has nothing to do with you, go back to the village..."
Lu Wuyai pushed her away with a wave of his hand, the reversal of the golden core filling him with power.
He said decisively, "Shut up, go behind me."
Upon hearing this, Lu Wuyai was taken aback, and his expression momentarily dazed.
The young man laughed loudly, "Ha, bro, don't forget to put on an act now. The art of flirting with girls..."
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly attacked, taking two quick steps forward and charging towards Lu Wuyai, delivering a heavy punch to Lu Wuyai's chest.
He was incredibly fast. Previously, Lu Wuyai couldn't keep up with his pace using his own strength, but now, with the water vapor from the Golden Core enhancing his physical abilities, it was far from enough.
No matter how much this young man trains or how well he fights, he is still just an ordinary person. As the vapor from his Golden Core strengthens, Lu Wuyai's abilities have exceeded the limits of ordinary people.
Seeing the punch coming, Lu Wuyai stepped forward, swung his arm to block, and thrust his right fist straight at a vital spot.
His blocking and counterattack surprised the young man, who immediately raised his other arm to block the doorway.
Seeing this, Lu Wuyai's fist was pulled down. The previous attack was a feint. He aimed his fist directly at Huang Long's chest.
The young man's expression changed. Before he could react, he saw a fist swinging in front of him. He was knocked back two steps, and a sharp pain spread from his chest throughout his body.
With one punch landing, Lu Wuyai followed up with large strides, his fists flying like meteors, striking the young man again and again.
His fighting ability has changed so much with each attack, and he is a young enemy, so he will take a slow approach. Therefore, he can only clasp his arms together, bend his arms, and protect his chest and face in a boxer's manner.
Shame and anger filled Lu Wuyai with fighting spirit. He roared and swung his fists again and again, forcefully striking the young man's tightly closed arms.
“Fick.” The young man screamed in pain as he held him in his arms, and in an instant, he was hit with countless heavy punches.
A barrage of heavy punches rained down on the young man's arm like a storm, making him feel as if he'd been hit by a hammer. Even with his rigorous training, he couldn't withstand such an attack.
Within two or three seconds, more than a dozen punches rained down on his arm, leaving it sore and weak. The last punch came down hard, tearing open his tightly closed arm.
The empty door was wide open, and the young man's expression changed drastically. He knew something was wrong and tried to dodge, but it was too late. A large foot came hurtling towards his chest, striking him with a loud 'thud'.
Another scream rang out as the young man was kicked into the air.
After he fell to the ground, he endured the intense pain and quickly rolled over to relieve his strength, trying to stand up. But when he looked up, he saw the young man he had despised right next to him, whose two large, eagle-claw-like hands reached up and grabbed one of his shoulders and his vest.
"Go on, you're paralyzed." Lu Wuyai roared, grabbed the young man, and twisted his waist violently, just like when he was a child unloading cargo from a ship to the island's trading port, carrying the young man on his shoulder and slamming him to the ground with all his might.
"Damn it!" the young man screamed, his eyes wide open, bloodshot eyes suddenly appearing. His body instinctively bent over like a shrimp, and blood gushed from his nose.
Lu Wuyai wanted to throw another punch, but reason controlled him and he didn't.
The young man had lost the ability to resist. He tried his best to suppress his boiling blood and high fighting spirit, first stopping the reversal of the Golden Core, and then kicked the young man hard: "Stop playing dead, come on."
But youth can never be relived. He crossed his arms over his chest, bent over, groaning, his face contorted in pain.
Lu Zhizi was stunned. When she came to her senses, she rushed forward and grabbed Lu Wuyai, running like a madwoman: "Let's run!"
"Why did I run away after winning the game?"
"Hehe, who said he was alone? Besides, even if he were alone, if someone calls the police on you, that's assault, huff huff, assault."
"Yes, run."
Lu Wuyai chased after him frantically, and the two ran quickly out of the square. Then Lu Wuyai pulled him into an alley and they shuttled back and forth in the alley.
After running for a while, Lu Wuyai let go of him, leaning against a wall, panting heavily.
At this moment, she was exhausted. Sweat dripped from her smooth, fair forehead, her small nose and red lips trembled, and her chest heaved violently.
Lu Wuyai's breasts were not like a girl's breasts. Lu Wuyai had seen them on a yacht before, but they were still quite impressive, pushing up a white tank top and creating an alluring curve.
Because she was bending over with her hands on her lap, from Lu Wuyai's perspective, a snow-white and delicate cleavage appeared—deep and unfathomable.
Lu Wuyai glanced at it casually, feeling a little embarrassed. He quickly looked away. There was a small shop nearby, so he went in and bought two bottles of water, handing one to Lu Zhizi: "Mr. Lu, please have some water."
"Thank you, I'm so tired." Lu Zhizi tried to twist open the bottle cap, but it came loose without any force. So she subconsciously said, "The water has already boiled."
Lu Wuyai said with a sneer, "I just turned it on for you."
Lu Wuyai tilted his head and looked at it, then suddenly smiled: "I see."
She raised her head and drank water in large gulps. Her neck was long and slender, and her skin was white and smooth, like the neck of a beautiful swan carved from jade.
Lu Wuyai couldn't bear to stare at his neck, so he lowered his head to avoid it.
When he looked down, he saw the female teacher's legs. She was wearing light blue straight-leg jeans. The jeans accentuated her beautiful legs, making them appear even longer and more shapely. She wore black silk ankle boots and platform heels, cinched with a black and white belt. She exuded a captivating aura.
Staring at someone's legs and feet didn't seem appropriate, so Lu Wuyai turned his head and changed the subject, saying, "You can run this fast even in high heels."
Lu Wuyai, panting, said, "Huhu, I've practiced this too. I used to race against time in class and against each other in the cafeteria after class. Later, when I was studying and working abroad, I had to run, even in high heels. So, you're quite the player."
Lu Wuyai laughed and said, "No, it's because he doesn't know how to fight. Actually, I don't like fighting because he's too bullying. He attacked me right away."
Lu Wuyai waved his hand and said, "Don't be modest. If you can't even beat Wu Gou, who can? But you're right, he is a bully."
Her words touched Lu Wuyai's heart, and he asked, "Is that so? Wu Hook. You know him."
Lu Wuyai was stunned for a moment, then suddenly slapped his forehead and said, "Oh my god, I left all my luggage in the square, and the gifts for my classmates too."
Lu Wuyai also got anxious and said, "I'll go back and get it for you."
Lu Wuyai took his arm and shook his head repeatedly: "Forget it, we can just buy another one. There's nothing expensive here. Don't go back. If someone calls the police and says you got involved in a fight, it will be a lot of trouble."
Lu Wuyai said, "I acted in self-defense. What is this Wugou? Who is he?"
Looking at the sun, Lu Wuyai said, "Ah, it's getting late. Let me treat you to lunch."
He asked about Wu Gou twice, and Lu Wuyai changed the subject both times. Lu Wuyai immediately understood that Wu Gou didn't want to talk about it, and if he continued to ask, he would be showing a lack of emotional intelligence.
It's not entirely his fault; Lu Wuyai changed the subject so naturally that he didn't even notice the female teacher was avoiding the topic.
Furthermore, at first he thought Wu Gou was just an ordinary thug, and wondered why he had encountered two groups of thugs in a row today. Now it seems that everything is not so simple. Lu Wuyai has a secret.
It's inconvenient for him to ask these questions, so it's better to just eat with him quietly.
Coincidentally, the place they went to was right by the sea, where there were some fishermen's restaurants facing the ocean.
Looking at the restaurants, Lu Wuyai said, "Would you like to eat here? I'll treat you to lunch. It's on behalf of the village. Let's find a nicer restaurant."
Lu Wuyai smiled and shook his head, saying, "No, no, don't argue with me. You just helped me solve a problem, so I'll treat you."
She paused for a moment, then shrugged generously and said, "But my bank cards and phone are in my backpack, and I only have a little cash in my wallet, probably not much, so I can't treat you to a big meal."
As soon as the bank card and cell phone were left on the square, Lu Wuyai said, "How could those things be lost? Wait for me, I'll definitely get them back for you."
Lu Wuyai shook his head and said, "Don't go. They must have fallen into Wu Gou's hands. Otherwise, you can give me your phone and I'll call to ask about the situation. If no one answers, you can go again."
She got Lu Wuyai's phone, dialed a number, and when the phone rang, she answered it. The voice that came through was that of the young man Lu Wuyai had beaten before: "Ahem, hello, who is this?"
A sweet Beijing accent rang out: "Hello sir, this is Nandu Longjun Real Estate Company. We are currently selling a new apartment on Renmin Road. Are you interested in buying a property...?"
"Get out." The phone hung up.
Lu Wuyai looked at Lu Zhizi in surprise and said, "Your voice."
Lu Wuyai raised his eyebrows at him smugly and said with a smile, "I'm a teacher. I preach to dispel doubts. I've practiced ventriloquism."
After saying that, she quickened her pace and walked ahead.
Lu Wuyai fell behind, and when he looked up, he saw her plump buttocks swaying back and forth, which made him sigh to the heavens: In this world, temptation is everywhere.
The restaurant is called "Old Sun Head Kitchen," and it has no signboard, only a triangular flag that flutters in front of the door. The black flag is covered in grease and gives it a weathered look.
Pushing open the door, you enter a small fisherman's courtyard. A black sunshade net covers the courtyard, and there are more than a dozen tables of various sizes, which are already packed with people.
Looking at the popular restaurant, Lu Wuyai smiled smugly: "How about it? This place is not bad."
Lu Wuyai nodded and said, "Yes, we must wait."
Lu Wuyai winked at him slyly and said, "You won't have to wait long, just watch me."
She swayed her slender waist as she walked to the counter and said sweetly to a young man browsing something on a computer, "Handsome, do you have any space left?"
"No, wait a minute, I'll put you in line... you guys." The young man lowered his head when he said the first part, but when he raised his head for the second part, his eyes widened.
“Two.” Lu Wuyai extended one index finger from each hand.
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