Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 149 Counterattack
In the Corolla with its hazard lights flashing and high beams on, Zhao Jinmai, sitting in the passenger seat, slowly opened her eyes.

His eyelids were heavy, he blinked slowly, and his brows were slightly furrowed.

My first feeling was sleepiness, followed by thirst.

He raised his head slightly, his neck a little stiff, and reached into the car door storage compartment for the half-empty bottle of mineral water he had been drinking.

There was also half a pack of instant noodles that I had left over.

I unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle and took a big gulp.

My vision blurred as I scanned the car window, my pupils unfocused, carrying a drowsy, sluggish feeling.

It was already evening; the streets outside the car window were deserted, with only a utility pole and a rusty electrical box, and very few pedestrians.

"What are you doing here? Is this still China?"

Zhao Jinmai mumbled sleepily, "Brother Yang, you drive like an old oxcart, how come we're still not in Chongqing? Are you sure you can keep up? By the time I grow up and get my driver's license, you won't even be able to see the back of my car."

There was no response from Jiang Yang.

It doesn't matter.

Zhao Jinmai reclined the passenger seat back, her eyelids heavy with sleep. She mimicked her mother's way of addressing Jiang Yang: "Little Jiang, I'm going to doze off a bit more. Wake me up when we get there."

Since reconciling with her mother and knowing that her mother was willing to understand her, Zhao Jinmai has been in a particularly good mood throughout the journey.

Singing at the top of his lungs and laughing loudly, showing his teeth.

Her little mouth kept chattering away.

Jiang Yang was so annoyed that he wanted to call the police.

It wasn't until I was playing with Jiang Yang's phone that I discovered my mother had posted a new message on WeChat Moments: "[I always urge my daughter to study more, but I forget that I'm just a grown-up kid myself, and I also need to learn more.]"
The following is a reprinted article titled: "Communication Skills with Children".

For the first time, the mother admitted that she also needed to learn.

Running away from home may bring freedom, but it doesn't make you feel at ease because you no longer have a home.

This kind of freedom tastes like leftover cola; once the bubbles dissipate, all that's left is a bittersweet syrup.

I've been enjoying my time these past few days since the documents were mailed to me, because I know that someone at home is thinking of me.

In fact, Zhao Jinmai knew very well that her mother couldn't possibly understand her completely all at once.

My mom was just scared; she was afraid she would really lose herself.

I could hear the change in my mother during our previous phone call.

Nothing is accomplished overnight.

Give your mom some time, give yourself some time, give time to everything, and one day you will understand each other completely.

By then, I should have grown up.

I really want to grow up quickly.

In the side alley, Jiang Yang took out his phone: "Tian Xiwei, if you encounter this kind of thing in the future, just call the police."

"Is it useful or not?" Tian Xi asked timidly.

I considered calling the police.

But every time, two words would well up in my mind: Never mind.

She pinched her thigh; the salvation had come too suddenly. The light at the alley entrance and the silhouettes of a man and a woman whose faces she couldn't make out—it was probably just another dream that would shatter upon waking.

I fear I've already fainted in the alley, and everything before me is just a beautiful illusion created by my brain's self-protective consciousness.

I dare not look up at Jiang Yang's silhouette illuminated by the high beams at the alley entrance.

She didn't dare look at the three female athletes lying next to her.

My heart was pounding harder than when I was being beaten.

When the perpetrator falls, he curls up into a ball, just like he once was cornered against a wall.

A thought suddenly popped into my head.

I hope these three people will lie down forever and never be able to stand up again.

The thought itself frightened her.

The first time I was kicked into the alleyway was also the first time I was rescued.

My heart was pounding wildly.

More than anything, there was tension and fear.

The three female athletes were clearly flustered.

The girl leading the sprint team had half her face swollen from being slapped, and she was already speechless.

He had no intention of taking revenge on Tian Xiwei.

It wasn't because Jiang Yang said he would call the police.

I never come into contact with these things on a regular basis, so naturally I don't know what this means.

Because he often bullies others and has seen them suffer, he is afraid that such a thing will happen to him.

Tian Xiwei is now better than me.

“Listen to Brother Yang, you’re right.” Yang Chaoyue, leaning on a broom at the alley entrance, shouted to Tian Xiwei, “If I had met Brother Yang when I was bullied, I would have called the police too. That way, I wouldn’t have only broken one of his fingers.”

The leader gasped for breath, which caught in his throat.

He covered his fingers and straightened his knees.

"Don't interrupt." Jiang Yang glanced back at Yang Chaoyue, feeling that Chaoyue had been spending too much time with Mai Mai and had been influenced by her, sometimes especially liking to interrupt.

In six months, I'll let her experience what it's like to be penetrated.

"Yes, boss." Yang Chaoyue obediently fell silent.

I couldn't resist just now.

Because they heard the girl bullying Tian Xiwei, they questioned Tian Xiwei about whether she didn't have a mother.

They were speaking the Chongqing dialect, which I could understand because I had spent a lot of time with Jiang Yang.

I can't stand that.

Suddenly, I recalled being insulted like that during my student days a few years ago.

Even though her mother had divorced her father, her mother still loved her very much.

He couldn't bear to see his mother being insulted.

I will become a mother myself someday.

Family is always my bottom line.

"Don't talk nonsense about how old you are, Tian Xiwei. You're ruthless. We admit defeat, okay?" The leader stood up, staring at Tian Xiwei's forehead, and apologized to her. He emphasized the words through his back teeth.

Tian Xi was slightly taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously took two steps back in fear.

The other party actually apologized to me?

You could tell from the other person's tone that they were unconvinced.

But this kind of behavior is really unbelievable.

the reason is simple.

I've become stronger.

Even if it's just a case of someone using someone else's power to bully others.

Those who used to bully me actually started to submit to me after seeing that I had become stronger.

Tian Xiwei kept her mouth tightly shut, not uttering a sound, her fingers trembling.

She really wanted to take this opportunity to fight back, because she knew that she didn't actually know the person who helped her.

I don't understand why people should help me.

I didn't dare ask.

I'm afraid they might have ulterior motives.

After today, we may never see each other again.

If we don't fight back now, we'll never have another chance.

Tian Xi stared intently at the team uniform beneath the open fleece-lined training jacket of the leader. On the left side of the chest, there were two embroidered characters, the other person's name: "Kang Lan, last time at the convenience store, was it you who kicked me?"

“It wasn’t me, it was her who kicked me.” Kang Lan pointed at the girl from the long-distance running team next to him, shrugged and spread his hands: “But I told her to kick me. I apologize to you, sorry old man.”

Tian Xiwei's lips twitched slightly, as if she wanted to sneer.

I dare not make a sound.

Even knowing that someone was backing him up, his deep-seated fear of Kang Lan still remained.

Her fingers clenched the hem of her clothes, her breathing becoming shallow: "Who was it that pulled my hair in the stairwell on New Year's Eve?"

"It's not me, it's her."

Kang Lan pointed at another girl, her eyes darting around: "I also want to apologize to you, I'm sorry, old man."

Tian Xi clenched her teeth, her jaw tense.

These three people were not the only ones who bullied him.

Each person's figure overlapped with the three people in front of them.

Clenching and then releasing the fist.

They want to fight back.

Still don’t dare.

She held her breath, trying not to cry because she felt ashamed, but in the end she couldn't help but sob.

Even though I wanted to rebel, why am I still so cowardly?

Even with someone backing me up, why am I still so timid?

As before, the words that tried to dissuade me welled up in my mind: Forget it, don't cause trouble, just bear with it and it will pass.

The high beams shining from the alley entrance were cut in half by Jiang Yang's tall silhouette.

Half of it is a nightmare of the past, and the other half is a hope for the future.

Without realizing it, his fist clenched again.

This time, it wasn't to make the abuser realize that he would be forced to fight back.

Instead, they wanted to grasp the ray of light at the alley entrance that brought them hope.

The fist opens into a palm, then rises and falls again.

I wanted to go forward, but my feet felt like they were nailed to the ground.

She looked up at Kang Lan, avoiding her gaze, then looked down at the ground. She mustered her courage and looked up again, her shoulders trembling slightly as she raised her hand.

A light slap landed on Kang Lan's face.

It didn't even make a snapping sound.

Kang Lan didn't even tilt her head; one corner of her mouth was turned up, a forced smile.

Jiang Yang continued, "The police found out that they couldn't get into Beijing Sport University or Shanghai University of Physical Education, their criminal records would be sealed, they wouldn't pass the political review, and even high-level athletes would be rejected in the special recruitment program."

The words fell.

The three panicked.

Tian Xiwei suddenly rushed up and pushed Kang Lan.

A sense of reckless abandon.

With a loud slap, a hand landed on his head.

After finishing, he was stunned, his hands trembling and his breathing rapid.

Kang Lan's cheeks burned with pain. She gritted her teeth, swallowed hard, and pleaded, "Don't call the police..."

The words are not finished yet.

Another loud slap followed.

"Why?! Why?! Why?! I didn't do anything to you guys, I don't even recognize you, why?! I just don't understand?!..."

Hearing Tian Xiwei's questioning, tearful voice, accompanied by a series of slapping sounds.

What the other side fears is not justice, but evil that is even more ferocious than them.

It turns out that when the other person kneels down, their knees, like their own, get covered in dust.

Jiang Yang and Yang Chaoyue had already left the side alley and returned to their car.

As soon as I got in the car, I could hear Zhao Jinmai snoring unusually loudly in the quiet car.

“After this child made up with her mother, her snoring got louder.”

Jiang Yang asked with some concern, "The snoring is so loud, could it be a sign of illness? Should we get it treated?"

Yang Chaoyue leaned forward and replied, "Let's try Western medicine. KFC has specialist appointments on Thursdays."

(End of this chapter)