C5 (2/2)

The other said, Yes! There are so many mosquitoes at this time of night, let's hurry back to the dormitory.

Another girl added on: ”What do you guys know? He is donating blood to mosquitoes.”

Another girl made up for the worst blow: All of you are wrong, this is the process of mating with mosquitoes and spawning eggs.

The four girls walked away laughing, leaving me red in the face. I could see that I had been taken care of.

He thought that if he let me know who that boy was, he would be dead.

After a full day of classes the next day, I thought there would be no letters today. In the end, just as I left the classroom in the afternoon, a girl handed me a letter. I opened it and took a look …

Yang Xiao:

Tonight at 8: 00 track, I...

I didn't want to read anymore, so I threw the letter on the ground and shouted at the girl, ”Alright, I'll be there. Tell that kid that he'll be here tonight if he has the guts.”

The girl gave me a strange look and left.

At 8 p. m., because of the thunder and the fear of rain, no one was on the track. I was standing in the middle of the field.

If no one was around, it would be more convenient to solve the problem. After all, he would definitely beat that fellow up later on.

As I was thinking about how to hit someone, I saw a figure coming towards me in the dark. I suddenly felt a little nervous, perhaps because of the darkness, and that figure seemed very mysterious, as if it was not to be trifled with.

When she approached, I couldn't help but be stunned. It was actually a beauty.

Her hair was tied back in a ponytail with a single strand of hair. She had large pure eyes under her eyebrows and two dimples on her lips when she smiled.

Wearing a blue dress and a pair of white heels on her feet, she held a small bag in front of her with both hands. She was dressed simply, but she looked like a cute little princess.

When I got closer, I realized that I had seen one of the four girls who had laughed at me when I was standing on the track last night. She didn't look very pretty because her face was full of cells.

I suddenly understood. She had written a war letter to me on the first day and was waiting for me here.

The next day, in order to take revenge on me, let me also stand in the track all night, and with a few girls came over and taunted me.

Here you are. She gave me the bag in her hand with a gentle smile.

I took it and looked at it. It was some medicine for biting mosquitoes.

I was taken aback. You're not here to challenge me?

Who wants to challenge you! Idiot.

Then why did you send me a written challenge? I asked, puzzled.

I heard that you were very shy and that your love letter might not be able to invite you over, so I sent a letter of challenge. the girl said matter-of-factly.

Hearing this reason, my face reddened. Is this a confession? He also felt speechless and murmured, ”You're not afraid of being beaten to death.”

I'm not afraid, because you can't beat me. Her face was full of provocation.

She actually heard it. But this was too arrogant.

You wrote a threatening letter the second time. I thought about calling the police. I said thankfully.

This letter was taught to me by my friend. As expected, these women were fearless.

What about today's letter? As soon as I finished asking, I realized that I'd thrown it away before I'd even finished reading it. It might not be a letter of challenge.

What's wrong with this letter today? she wondered.

No. I was embarrassed to say I hadn't.

Maybe because the two of us were still young, as we walked in circles around the track, other than finding out that her name was Ye Ling, it was difficult for us to get to know each other. Although both of us had a good impression of each other, we didn't have anything else to talk about.

So the conversation turned to the powder heap. Ye Ling was the first to issue a challenge: Why did the academy's Martial Arts Association allow you to be their president?

Couldn't it?

”If you don't want to get hurt, then quit the Martial Arts Association.”

What do you mean, you want to sign a written challenge again?

I don't want it. I was afraid someone would kick the door and hurt you.

Am I that weak? You didn't see me move.

Then I want to see it now.

You do it!

Alright, don't cry later. Big Sis didn't bring sugar.

That night, I was beaten up by Ye Ling. She started learning martial arts since she was eight.

Then we started dating.

Until I decided to go to the mountain village. We had a big fight, and she said she was going to break up, and I agreed.

Now that I think about it, it was too impulsive.