Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 148 Tian Xiwei

After explaining things to Zhang Ruonan, Jiang Yang did not stay in Linchuan any longer and embarked on his journey back to his hometown.

The end-of-term exams are approaching, let's check how much our grades have improved.

Jiang Yang refused to send Zhao Jinmai back to Beiping, saying it was too damn far.

Let Hu Lin mail Zhao Jinmai's documents over.

"If we have time, I'll take you two to try the barbecue from my hometown. They have charcoal grilled barbecue and hand-pulled barbecue. There's a barbecue stall near the back gate of a university that's pretty good and it's quite close to my house. MaiMai, just use your GPS to navigate there... what's it called again?"

Jiang Yang said to Zhao Jinmai, who had just sat in the passenger seat and fastened her seatbelt.

He then handed the phone to Zhao Jinmai.

The name of the school flashed through my mind, and then it came to me: "It's called Tongliang."

it's getting dark,

When we arrived at the back gate of Tongliang Academy on Longcheng Avenue, it was already 9:30 p.m.

The intersection was filled with the smoke of barbecue.

The rightmost lane of the four-lane asphalt road is often occupied by street vendors.

The damaged sections of the curbstone were hastily repaired with cement, resulting in cracks.

The most famous Veteran Barbecue Restaurant is filled with barbecue smoke, red plastic canopy, and walls blackened by soot. The character "兵" (soldier) displayed on the LED sign is missing a stroke.

Jiang Yang stepped on the brake, slowed down, and slowly pulled the car over to the side of the road, turning on the hazard lights.

Several silver Volkswagen Jettas were parked on the roadside, and next to them was a steamed bun shop that was closed.

Looking to the side, I saw Zhao Jinmai in the passenger seat, her back against the seat back, asleep with her head tilted to the side.

Yang Chaoyue in the back row was playing on his phone.

Driving for such a long time, I really couldn't have made it without drinking some energy drinks.

He pushed open the car door and got out.

Two old popsicle wrappers were floating on the cement road.

An empty beer bottle dangled under the telephone pole beside me, with two moldy peanuts stuck to the bottom.

The streetlights were flashing.

There weren't many people around.

The veteran's barbecue restaurant at the intersection was lit up, and there were two tables of customers inside.

Jiang Yang went over to take a look, but didn't find the person he was looking for.

Returning to the Corolla parked by the roadside, Jiang Yang opened the system control panel, where a message appeared.

Based on the system's usual behavior, a notification will only appear when Xiaohua comes into view.

When did it come into my sight?

Suddenly, I faintly heard a loud, shrill voice.

The content sounds like...

Looking back to find the source of the sound, it came from a side alley separated by the walls of two residential areas, about seven or eight meters behind me.

Jiang Yang then remembered that he had glanced into this side alley when he drove past it earlier.

The walls are covered in mottled and aged marks.

A poster of Jay Chou's latest album is crookedly pasted on the wall at the entrance.

Below is a small advertisement offering a large sum of money to have a child.

There were no streetlights in the side alleys, and the further you went in, the dimmer it became.

The ground is full of potholes.

Three girls from a sports team were blocking the entrance to the alley, about seven or eight meters away.

One is a sprinter, and the other two are long-distance runners.

They all have short hair.

The sprinter was the leader of the three girls. She was 1.7 meters tall and wore a fleece-lined training jacket issued by the sports team, with frayed seams under her armpits.

The pants are fleece-lined long pants with drawstrings at the cuffs and track and field stickers on the back waistband.

With hands in his shirt pockets, shoulders hunched, he stomped his feet to make noise, staring down at the long-haired, almond-eyed girl they had dragged there. As he spoke, white mist sprayed into her face, and he spoke in the thick Chongqing dialect:

"Don't try to fool me. Just tell me, did my boyfriend bring you milk tea?"

The almond-eyed girl got up from the ground.

The schoolbag was dangling to one side.

Her features were delicate and petite, with a high nose and rosy lips.

Her almond-shaped eyes were lowered, and she dared not meet the other person's gaze. She crossed her arms over her chest and hunched her shoulders inward.

My back hurts terribly.

She had just been kicked by the other party with spikes: "I told you, what does this have to do with me? I don't even know your boyfriend!"

Just finished speaking.

The other person suddenly shoved his shoulder: "Say it again, okay?"

The girl staggered back a few steps, her breathing short and shallow, clenching her teeth to suppress her panic.

Her lower lip trembled slightly, and her fingers, which had stopped picking at the hem of her clothes, gradually tightened their grip.

This isn't the first time.

I was slapped in the face while pinned down in the women's restroom.

It was splashed with water.

What was the reason for bullying me this time?
Because her boyfriend gave her milk tea?
The reason is absurd and laughable.

That's true. I don't know the other person's boyfriend at all, and I didn't accept any milk tea.

I've thought about this before: what if I became like the other person?

So I rebelled once.

She went berserk and grabbed one of the ringleaders who was bullying her, scratching his neck until it bled and almost gouging out his eyes.

The result was a public reprimand, a demerit, and the matter was suppressed.

Mixing mud-like treatment.

Resistance only makes things worse.

After resorting to violence to retaliate, she was instead labeled a troubled girl.

They were clearly the victims, yet they became the troublemakers.

Perpetrators often go unpunished, while victims are left with psychological trauma.

Sometimes I wonder, why me?
Did I really do something wrong?
After thinking it over, I realized I hadn't done anything wrong. These rotten people have no future, but I do.

All I can do is not let these trivial matters affect my mindset and maintain a good one.

He did not tell his family about being bullied.

My parents are ordinary workers who work very hard to earn money. At the same time, they support my dreams and spend money to raise me, which has already put a lot of pressure on them.

I can only solve it myself.

She took a short breath, gradually straightened up, looked up and stared directly at the other person, her fingers trembling.

"Staring at me? I'll make you kneel down today, you won't be able to leave. Didn't your mother teach you not to seduce other people's boyfriends? You think you're better off without a mother?"

The short-haired girl leading the long-distance running team had just finished speaking when she raised her hand to grab the other person's hair.

A blinding white light suddenly shone in from the alley entrance.

The short-haired girl suddenly stopped, and she and the two girls from the sports team next to her turned their heads in unison to look towards the alley entrance.

The white light shining in was neither a cell phone flash nor a flashlight.

It's the car's high beams.

Blindingly bright.

The driver's side and rear doors closed one after the other.

"Sorry to bother you."

Jiang Yang tore down the document service advertisement at the alley entrance: "I just heard that they offer document services here, but it turns out you guys are having a live-action competition? Aren't you just scamming honest people?!"

A pale beam of light slashed through the darkness like a scalpel, illuminating Jiang Yang's tall silhouette as he strode over, stepping on shards of glass.

The almond-eyed girl opened her eyes wide, but couldn't see who the other person was.

All I see is hope approaching me.

His tense shoulders relaxed slightly, his fingers loosened, but they were still trembling.

Jiang Yang suddenly stopped walking, hearing footsteps behind him.

Turning around, he saw Yang Chaoyue following behind, clutching a broom he'd picked up from some obscure corner.

Jiang Yang frowned and said in a low voice, "Didn't I tell you to call the police? Why did you follow me here?"

Yang Chaoyue had originally instructed Jiang Yang to call the police from inside the car.

I really wanted to advise Yang Ge not to interfere in these matters, but in the end I didn't say it.

Because when I was bullied in the past, I hoped that someone like Yang Ge would appear and stand on my side to help me.

Upon hearing the phrase "You probably don't even have a mother," Yang Chaoyue's neck suddenly stiffened, and he immediately pushed open the door and got out of the car.

It's not about helping the girl who's being bullied inside.

Instead, it's about helping the self in your memories.

"Brother Yang, I'm worried about you. If something happens to you, who will pay my salary?"

"Then you stand guard."

The short-haired girl leading the group no longer had high shoulders.

Driving...receiving a salary...clearly someone from society.

There's someone blocking the alley entrance.

There might still be people in the car.

My skills are worthless in front of others.

As Jiang Yang stepped inside, she swallowed a few times and said slowly, "My boyfriend brought her milk tea, and I'm going to settle this score with her."

Why doesn't your boyfriend bring me milk tea?

Snapped!
An exceptionally loud slap.

The other person's face was pressed against the wall, and their head was spinning.

Then he kicked the other two to the ground. The leader, regaining his senses, mustered his courage and said, "Do you even know who my boyfriend is?! You dare hit me!"

The words just left his mouth.

Jiang Yang slapped her hard across the face, causing her to fall to the ground, sobbing and crying in panic.

Jiang Yang stuck the fake document advertisement he had just torn off from the alleyway onto her face: "You put up ads but don't do anything, aren't you just bullying honest people!"

Done.

Jiang Yang looked up at the almond-eyed girl in front of him: "What's your name?"

Backlit, Jiang Yang's appearance was obscured.

Judging from the skill with which the other party attacked, you could tell he was from the streets, and might even have a lot of tattoos.

Her shoulders hunched, her knees turned inward, and her voice trembled: "I'm sorry, I... I don't do document forgery..."

Jiang Yang laughed: "This isn't the first time they've bullied you, is it?"

"No."

"Have you complained to the university?"

"I already sued." She said, shaking her head, her eyes lowered, her breathing shallow. "It takes two to tango."

The words fell.

Snapped! ! !
Jiang Yang slapped the leader hard across the face, the sound as loud as a firecracker: "Was it loud or not?"

"It was so loud, so very loud." She paused for a second, then choked back tears as she laughed.

Another slap landed on the face of a girl from some sports team.

"Does it sound good?"

"Sounds good!"

She bit her cheek and nodded vigorously.

The high beams pierced not only the darkness, but also the despair frozen in their eyes.

The face, indistinct in the backlight, became the clearest outline in my memory.

"Oh right, what's your name?"

"I, my surname is Tian, ​​my name is Tian Xiwei, I am from Tongliang."

Tian Xiwei raised her hand and used her sleeve to wipe the corner of her eyes, which were now glistening with tears.

[Potential nurturing partner discovered: Tian Xiwei. Should we bind?]
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(End of this chapter)