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Mage Sister, Don't Mess with Me
墨書 Inktalez
I, the Martial Arts Master Sister, died in a car accident.
When I woke up, I was being beaten by a group of middle school students.
Later, this group was squatting on the ground, calling me "Dad."
I felt punches and kicks raining down on me.
There were also filthy curses.
"Bitch, how dare you laugh at Xu Yan? Why do you smile at everyone?"
"You're just like your mother, both of you are worthless."
"Come on, laugh! Aren't you the one who loves to smile?"
"Hey, do you dare to glare at me?"
A girl with a cigarette lifted a mop bucket high above her head.
The foul-smelling mop water was about to spill over my head.
I suddenly stood up, snatched the bucket away, raised my foot, and kicked hard.
This body was weak and not very strong. But with enough technique, it could still hurt.
I avoided the bones and the spleen.
My waist and abdomen felt soft, and the pain was intense.
The girl I had kicked to the bathroom door froze for a moment, clutching her stomach in agony and shouted, "You dare kick me? Wang Miaomiao, you dare kick me?!"
I stood up and looked around.
This seemed to be a girls' restroom in some school, and the people around were undoubtedly students.
Everyone around was stunned, as if they couldn't believe I would fight back.
The girl shouted, "What are you standing there for?! Get her!"
I threw the bucket and water outwards.
The foul smell spread across everyone's faces.
Screams and curses erupted suddenly.
I couldn't be bothered with words; I grabbed the mop and started swinging.
Back when I was training, this group of people was still hiding in their mothers' arms nursing.
The sound of the class bell rang outside, cheerful and bright.
Amidst this joyful ringing, I stepped on the leading girl's foot.
The sensation of my shoe rubbing against her skin was very clear, and more memories came flooding back...
This is a Public Junior High School, where those who can't get into the private junior high next door end up studying.
Aside from a few ambitious students, the rest are basically just delinquents in training.
The girl at my feet is named Zheng Pei, the leader of the little gang in this circle.
As for why she wants to bully me...
"Are you all stupid? Hit her! Her dad died long ago, and her mom ran off with someone else. What are you afraid of?!"
Oh, I guess she thinks I have no one backing me up.
Unfortunately, ever since I started learning martial arts at Shaolin Temple when I was eight, I've gotten used to having my own back.
I crouched down and slapped her twice, successfully shutting her up.
Tsk, she wasn't so delicate when she was leading the charge to slap the original owner of this body.
I stood up and looked around: "Still want to fight?"
This group of little delinquents exchanged glances and then ran off in a hurry.
Zheng Pei was stunned and cried out, "These stinky cowards have no sense of loyalty..."
I crouched down and patted her face.
She looked at me warily: "If you're going to hit me, just do it!"
It seemed quite heroic.
Hehe.
I said, "I've been a senior sister for over twenty years. Seeing you, a little brat who doesn't study well, makes me angry. If I don't teach you properly today, you'll only get worse in the future."
Zheng Pei spat, "Are you sick? You're only fourteen this year; how could you have been a senior sister for over twenty years?"
I suddenly felt a bit melancholic.
My little junior brothers and sisters must be very sad after hearing about my death.
The next day, as soon as I entered the classroom, I found several dead mice stuffed in the drawer.
On the desk, someone had sprayed some words in red paint.
"Bitch, die."
I turned to look, and Zheng Pei was provocatively staring at me.
There were also a few Lackeys behind her.
Tsk, was all that ideological education yesterday in vain?
I stood up and walked to Zheng Pei's desk, reaching for her language book.
She slammed my hand down and said, "What right do you have to touch my stuff?"
A few Lackeys gathered around and pushed me, saying, "What right do you have to touch her things?"
I picked up a chair next to me and slammed it down on the ground.
The metal chair leg collided with the granite floor, making a loud noise.
The entire classroom fell silent, including Zheng Pei and her Lackeys.
I spoke in a flat tone, "If you all step aside now, this is just between me and her; if you don't, I'll take you all on."
I reached for Zheng Pei's language book, and this time, no one dared to stop me.
I flipped through a few pages to wipe the spray paint off the desk.
Zheng Pei's eyes were red as she said, "Wang Miaomiao, I will make you pay for this."
I threw the language book at her calmly and replied, "Oh, go ahead and try."
At that moment, the back door of the classroom opened, and a tall, thin boy walked in.
He was Zheng Pei's older brother, Zheng Jun, a local troublemaker from the ninth grade.
"Well, if it isn't the wild child from the Wang family? Have you grown up enough to bully my sister?"
He sneered as he approached and slapped me across the face.
I stood still and took the hit without moving.
"Good, just what I wanted, you make the first move."
Zheng Jun had not yet retracted his arm when I swiftly grabbed his wrist, bending it back and then folding it again.
He quickly retaliated, but I landed several solid punches on him.
Then, I executed a shoulder throw and mounted him.
One slap, two slaps, three slaps.
"This mouth of yours can't speak properly; a few more hits and you should remember," I said.
Zheng Pei let out a scream, frantically raising a thermos to smash it at me.
I took the opportunity to stand up and kicked her in the stomach.
The back door echoed with a thunderous crash as she collided with it, thermos and all.
The thermos shattered into pieces, the sparkling shards mixed with hot water creating a twisted sense of beauty.
Zheng Jun let out a strange cry and tried to get up.
I raised a chair and pointed at him. "Try moving again?"
Sunlight streamed in, illuminating a mole on his chin with striking clarity.
Some memories surged into my mind.
Not long ago, this face with a mole was sitting on the curb, demanding Original Self's grandmother to kneel and bow her head.
"Kneel, and I will forgive your granddaughter."
The original owner had done nothing wrong; there was no question of forgiveness.
But for her granddaughter's sake, the grandmother knelt before this group of fifteen or sixteen-year-old brutes.
Laughter echoed through the streets.
Afterward, he did not let the original owner off either; the bullying escalated, and he even made fun of the incident of the grandmother kneeling.
The memory ended here, and that mole swayed in front of me, making me feel sick.
He raised both hands: "Miao Miao, Sister Miao, can I call you sister? Don't be impulsive; calm down, calm down."
I could have remained calm.
If I hadn't seen that memory.
I threw down my chair and rushed forward, pinning him to the ground and hitting him.
One punch after another, for that elderly woman who knelt alone and helpless on the street.
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