The old lady saw stars after being slapped by Ning Yuan.
The man finally recovered and yelled, "Mom!"
Then he turned around and attacked Ning Yuan.
However, the space was narrow, and he struggled to turn around, making it difficult for him to move. Ning Yuan was just about to raise her knee and strike his groin hard.
Let him know what unbearable pain is for a man.
But Ou Minglang was faster than she could act, grabbing the man's neck and pulling him backward.
Ou Minglang's smile was icy: "Oh dear, brother, I'm sorry, you're injured. Let me see your injury!"
He didn't understand why Ning Yuan suddenly went crazy and attacked people without considering the consequences.
But we can't just watch Ning Yuan, a young girl, face off against an entire family!
Ning Yuan and Ou Minglang exchanged a glance.
Then, she grabbed the hair of the woman who had almost caught her clothes.
Ning Yuan grabbed her head and slammed it against the bunk frame: "Bang—!"
The woman instantly developed a huge bump on her forehead, tears and snot streaming down her face, and screamed, "Ahhh—!"
"My son!" The old lady's eyes were filled with stars. She ignored her daughter-in-law and rushed over to hug her son.
Ning Yuan raised her hand and slapped her again: "Grandma, what are you doing? Why aren't you looking at me? Don't you like children who are lively and energetic?"
The old woman instantly covered her face, screamed, and hid in a corner, wailing, "Someone's been hit! A madman's killing someone! Call the police! Call the police!"
The two seven-year-old twins were completely stunned and could only scream and cry.
Ning Yuan glared at her coldly.
Finally, someone nearby couldn't stand it anymore and said, "How could you even want to hit a child..."
Ou Minglang sneered cleverly: "My sister has a mental breakdown. Whoever provokes her, she'll hit them."
Ning Yuan turned around, staring menacingly at the man who had spoken, but said, "Brother, I want to eat fruit, give me a fruit knife..."
Ou Minglang, holding the man tightly, shook his head: "Legally, mentally ill people don't go to jail for murder. How could I dare to give you a knife?"
The next moment, everyone watched in horror as Ning Yuan pulled a fruit knife out of her luggage.
She smiled adorably on her round face: "Ah, my brother wouldn't give it to me, but I still found it. Let me see which apple I can peel."
After saying that, he swept his gaze across the family's faces, as if picking one of their "apples" to peel.
The family was instantly terrified. The old lady, whose face was swollen from the slap, immediately grabbed one of her grandsons and scurried out into the corridor.
The other woman immediately clung tightly to another boy, walking close to the sleeper berth, her face ashen with fear as she covered his mouth and led him out.
After receiving a look from Ning Yuan, Ou Minglang finally released the man he had been holding.
The man in his thirties was so scared he almost peed his pants. He turned around and screamed as he walked in another direction.
The whole family ran to call the flight attendant and the train police.
Ning Yuan ignored it and tore all the messy luggage off the middle bunk and threw it on the ground.
But apart from that family, the people around Ning Yuan also stared at her with fear and vigilance—a madman doesn't have to take responsibility for killing people!
And he's a minor with mental illness.
Ou Minglang smiled and said to the people around him, "My sister is normal when she's not being provoked. She only had an attack because she was provoked by that man who was about to hit her."
Hearing this, the people around them became less nervous—if they wouldn't have an attack without being stimulated, that would be good.
Ou Minglang looked at Ning Yuan and blinked: "Little sister, give me the fruit knife, I'll peel fruit for you. If you have fruit to eat, my little sister will be normal."
As soon as she said this, everyone around her stared intently at Ning Yuan.
Ning Yuan smiled with her big, bright eyes and obediently handed the apple to Ou Minglang: "Okay, brother, I want to eat an apple."
The people around finally breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but curse the man in their hearts—
Why the hell are you provoking a minor with a mental illness?
Thankfully, the little girl seems to have stopped having an attack now, and she's just staring at the apple in her brother's hand; she's being quite well-behaved.
"Hey, little sister, wipe your hands first, then eat some fruit." Ou Minglang smiled, his phoenix eyes gleaming.
He handed Ning Yuan a handkerchief, acting like a good older brother, before starting to peel the apple.
Ning Yuan looked at the mockery in his eyes.
From an angle where no one could see her, she whispered, "Don't push your luck. You're younger than me, but you look older. That's why I let you pretend to be my brother!"
There's nothing we can do; it's just that she has such a soft and flabby appearance. She used to have darker skin from working, and she looked more mature.
Now she has taken good care of herself and her skin has become much fairer and more delicate, making her look even more like a minor.
Ou Minglang choked for a moment. What did he mean by looking older than her?!
He lowered his voice and handed her half an apple with displeasure: "Won't Rong Zhaonan look even older then!"
Ning Yuan: "But he's good-looking, very handsome, and has a great figure!"
Ou Minglang curled his lip: "Hmph, you like pretty boys? If you were in old Shanghai, you would definitely have been swindled out of your entire fortune by the con artists!"
Ning Yuan glanced at him sideways: "Aren't you a pretty boy too? You're just not as good-looking as him!"
Ou Minglang felt as if he had been struck by both a boomerang and an arrow in the chest, and said irritably, "I'm more manly than him!"
Ning Yuan smiled as she munched on an apple, her big eyes crinkling: "He's a battlefield kingpin, and you're just a kid who's never even touched the edge of a battlefield. Aren't you ashamed to say that?"
Ou Minglang was hit again, and gritted his teeth as he changed the subject: "You just chased them away like that, their whole family won't let this go!"
Ning Yuan slowly continued to nibble on the crisp, sweet apple: "What's there to be afraid of? We're not at school now, so I don't need to worry about getting a demerit or having my face remembered. I have my own ways."
In any environment, you should follow the rules of that environment to avoid causing yourself trouble.
Otherwise, she would have given that woman Ding Lan a good beating long ago. She's either after her man or her friend!
About half an hour later, the train police and crew members squeezed through the crowd with difficulty.
"Who, who is fighting with knives here?"
Ning Yuan watched as they desperately pulled her out of the crowded aisle.
Comrade Wang, the Fermented Tofu King, even has his hat askew.
Ning Yuan couldn't help but sigh. Sigh...
This is what it was like when technology was less advanced.
It takes half an hour to squeeze to the scene of the crime. By the time there are any victims, it's too late.
Wang Zhihe and his men struggled to squeeze through the crowd, only to find that despite the congestion, Ning Yuan and Ou Minglang were surrounded by hardly anyone.
The two men were removing all the pillowcases and duvet covers from their dirty sleeper berths.
On the top bunk, a girl was huddled up obediently.
Wang Zhihe couldn't help but wonder, "What's wrong? The watch..."
"Someone was about to hit me just now." Ning Yuan interrupted him before he could utter the familiar words "cousin."
At times like this, you can't try to build a relationship with the train police, otherwise that family could cause Wang Zhihe trouble.
Ou Minglang also looked at Wang Zhihe and said politely, "Yes, that man just tried to hit my sister and triggered her mental illness. You can ask the people around if you don't believe me."
Wang Zhihe was stunned for a long while: "The onset of illness?"
The captain didn't say his sister had a mental illness, and besides, weren't that young man and his cousin classmates...?
But those around them, guided by Ou Minglang's words, and recalling that the man had indeed struck first, all nodded in agreement: "Yes!"
Ou Minglang continued to recount the events in an organized, polite, and simple manner in just two sentences.
Wang Zhihe had seen all sorts of people working on trains, so he immediately realized what was going on.
He glared coldly at the family following behind him: "Don't cause trouble, keep an eye on your children!"
The old woman angrily spat at the people around her: "Those damned bastards are all talking nonsense, they're just jealous that my family has twin grandsons!"
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