Chapter 62: Sisi Was Bullied

This was Liu Jing’s first time stepping inside a mainland domestic junior high school, and everything he saw filled him with curiosity.

After looking around for a brief moment, he grew quite disappointed. "It's pretty much just like our school."

Having attended a middle school in Hong Kong and previously visited one in the United States, he knew the atmosphere there was truly different.

After strolling around for a little while, he had practically covered the entire campus.

There were no breathtaking sceneries, nor any historical relics to speak of.

"Excuse me, teacher, I'd like to ask you something. Do you happen to know which class An Feng is in?" Liu Jing intercepted a teacher simply because she was pretty, which was the only reason he stopped her.

"Which class are you in? Class isn't even over yet, why are you wandering outside?" The teacher had initially worn a smile, but upon hearing the name An Feng, her expression suddenly turned severe.

That was because lately, quite a few young boys had been secretly slipping love letters to An Feng.

"Goodbye, teacher." Liu Jing waved his hand. *Forget it, I won't ask. I'll just search every single classroom.*

"Stop right there. Come with me to see your head teacher," the teacher barked, giving chase and refusing to let Liu Jing go.

She wasn't just a substitute teacher; she was An Feng’s actual head teacher.

"Teacher, I'm not a student at your school. I'm her younger brother," Liu Jing argued in defense.

"Not a student at our school? Then you're coming to the office with me all the more reason." The teacher pursued him even more closely, utterly disbelieving him because An Feng had always claimed to be an only child.

As the bell rang signaling the end of the school day, students rushed out from every classroom, leaving the teacher with no way to continue her pursuit.

Liu Jing’s plan to search classroom by classroom was thus shattered.

He scurried briskly to the main gate, stood in the most conspicuous spot, and waited to pick up the students.

"You're letting out pretty early today, huh?" The security guard stood at the entrance, having already recognized Liu Jing.

"It is quite early. I didn't even have time to get into the classroom," Liu Jing replied offhandedly, his eyes fixed firmly on the big gate. If that ugly girl walked past here, she would definitely not escape his sight.

"Haha, then you'd be marked absent today," the security guard laughed heartily.

"Pardon me, but I asked for leave yesterday," Liu Jing shrugged. He was the type who could strike up a conversation with absolutely anyone.

"You asked for leave and you still run to the school?" The guard shook his head.

"I haven't seen my classmates for a single day, and my whole body just feels miserable..."

...

With one remark after another, the two of them chatted like old friends across generations, each one trying to outdo the other in witty banter.

十几分钟过去了 (Ten-odd minutes passed), the main crowds gradually thinned out, yet Xixi’s figure was still nowhere to be seen.

"Uncle Li, I almost forgot, today is my turn for duty." Liu Jing abandoned the guardhouse. During their chat just moments ago, he had already fished out Xixi’s class information.

The little girl was quite a celebrity at school—strikingly pretty, multi-talented, and an outstanding student who was always held up as the child of other people's families.

"You're a mischievous little imp who never speaks a word of truth. Sooner or later, you'll be the type who gets expelled," the security guard shook his head, turning to step back into the guardroom.

"With that gift for witty chatter, it's a shame you aren't doing crosstalk," Liu Jing muttered under his breath.

He ran over to Grade 1, Class 2. A few students were performing their cleaning duties, but Xixi was nowhere to be seen.

Just as Liu Jing was feeling puzzled—could it be that after half a year apart, he couldn't even recognize the ugly girl anymore? A girl changes eighteen times by adulthood, but surely she wouldn't completely transform her appearance?

"Don't touch me," a cold, sharp reprimand pierced his ears. Liu Jing gave a start; that was Xixi’s voice.

The colder the voice, the angrier its owner.

When Liu Jing ran over to take a look, he grew even angrier than the owner of the voice.

Xixi had retreated into a corner, surrounded by several girls. Some were pulling her hair, others were tugging at her clothes, while some were hurling taunts and jeers.

"What the hell," Liu Jing roared in fury, instinctively grabbing a wooden stick and delivering a sweeping blow.

Forget about how you shouldn't hit girls, how you need to have the moral high ground before striking, or how passive action counts as self-defense...

Everything Sister Li had taught him was cast completely to the winds.

With one kick, Liu Jing sent one girl sprawling; with one punch, he knocked another down; and with a single sweep of his stick, he dropped three more.

All five girls instantly burst into wails, scattering in chaotic panic.

"Wooden Head, you..." Xixi was utterly shocked. Why had this savage boy shown up? This was going to ruin everything.

This wasn't the first time these girls had bullied her. Previously, it had only been verbal ridicule and taunts.

She had mentioned this to her mother, but her mother had brushed it off as classmates just joking around and hadn't paid much attention.

Today, she had set a trap to deliberately provoke them. If they resorted to physical violence, it would leave behind concrete evidence, and then she would go straight to the principal.

"What do you mean, 'what'? I'm going to beat the living daylights out of you lot!" Liu Jing gave chase, his legs moving at lightning speed.

He understood human anatomy well enough to know which spots would hurt intensely when struck without causing severe injury.

"You'd better be careful, your injury hasn't healed yet," Xixi bit her lip, the grievances of the past few days finally overwhelming her into tears.

The girls were foolish enough not to scatter in different directions, and in the end, only one managed to escape. The remaining four were cornered by Liu Jing. One man holding the pass, not even four women could get past; no one was able to slip away.

The girls had expected Xixi to try and persuade them to stop fighting, but upon hearing that remark instead, they wept even more miserably.

The students still remaining on campus noticed the situation over here and gathered around in clusters to point and whisper, though not a single one dared to step forward.

Armed with his wooden stick, Liu Jing dealt a whack to this one and a tap to that one, running his mouth continuously all the while.

He wanted precisely this effect; it would be best if every student in the entire school could see this, so that from now on, anyone who dared to bully the ugly girl would have to think twice.

"Bloody hell, not learning anything good at such a young age, do you know who you're dealing with? Young master here is the ancestor of all bullies!"

"Damn it all, young master beat his way through kindergarten and never once bullied girls."

"Motherfucker, you actually dared to bully someone belonging to me, without even bothering to find out who young master is."

"For goodness sake, I don't even have the heart to bully the ugly girl myself, and yet you bastards dared to do it."

"Damn it, today young master will play the part of a cheap father and discipline you on behalf of your mother."

"What kind of pathetic father brings up brats like you lot!"

...

As Xixi cried and cried, she eventually found she couldn't keep crying anymore. From childhood until now, Liu Jing had always been refined and never used foul language.

Even when beating up classmates in kindergarten, he would simply and cleanly knock them down without uttering any nonsense.

This was the first time Xixi had ever witnessed him looking so utterly exasperated and furious.

"Stop right there! What are you doing?" The pretty teacher rushed over in a panic, accompanied by two other teachers.

"Are you blind? The father is disciplining his son," Liu Jing snapped impatiently.

"You... you stop this instant!" The pretty teacher was furious, having long since suspected this child was no good student.

"Where were you just a moment ago? You arrived even later than the cops. Don't think that just because you're pretty I wouldn't dare hit you; make me angry and I'll beat you up right along with them." Liu Jing pointed his stick at the crowd, looking utterly majestic and formidable. "Let me tell you all, An Feng is under the protection of young master here. Anyone who dares to bully her from now on will have their legs broken!"

"Wooden Head, that's my head teacher," Xixi whispered in a reminder, hiding behind Liu Jing.

"Gulp! Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Liu Jing's imposing momentum instantly deflated as he began to complain.

"I didn't have time," Xixi said, looking somewhat sheepish.

He still had to show some respect to the head teacher, so Liu Jing let go of the girls, who immediately gathered around their teacher and sobbed.

"Dad, it's him! He hit me!" The girl who had fled earlier returned, dragging a burly man along with her.

"You little punk, how dare you hit my daughter... Ouch, what the—holy crap... mother..."

So what if it was a parent? He'd beat them just the same.

Before the burly man even had a chance to utter any harsh threats, he was subjected to a thorough beating by Liu Jing.

Liu Jing was ten years old this year, and his physical strength exceeded that of an ordinary person.

Though the burly man looked robust, it was all for show; he was utterly incapable of fighting back.

"What kind of trash are you? Today young master will play the role of a cheap father once more and teach you an unfilial son a lesson on behalf of your mother. How do you even educate your daughter? If your standards are that lousy, go back to the factory and get remade!" Liu Jing cursed incessantly, muttering under his breath, "I've beaten and made Jackie Chan cry, knocked Jet Li flat, floored Chow Yun-fat, and seen off Andy Lau—who do you think you are?"

The scene was exceedingly bizarre; Liu Jing was so fiercely violent that even the teachers didn't dare step forward to break up the fight.

"An Feng, make him stop quickly, before..." the teacher said anxiously to Xixi.

Sensing it was about enough, Liu Jing deliberately took a few hits. "Ouch, my head! Ouch, my lower back! Ouch, my neck! Damn it, my shoulder really hurts!"

Not paying attention, someone had landed a blow right on his shoulder, striking his actual injury.

The previous pain had been feigned, but this one was genuine.

"Stop right there! Liu Jing, what are you doing?" Teacher An panted as she finally arrived at the scene.