“Meng-meng, I’m going to the bathroom,” Zhou Wan said.
Gu Meng: “Okay, do you know where it is? Want me to go with you?”
Zhou Wan smiled: “It’s fine, I know where it is.”
Zhou Wan washed her face, looking at herself in the mirror.
In her mind was the image of Lu Xixiao being knocked down earlier, and there was still half the game to go.
Zhou Wan sighed very softly, just hoping he wouldn’t get hurt.
Walking out of the bathroom, she met Luo He coming from the opposite direction, a cigarette between his lips.
Zhou Wan tried to walk around him, but he stepped sideways, blocking her path.
Zhou Wan looked up.
“So you’re Lu Xixiao’s new girlfriend?”
He had seen Lu Xixiao having her hold his clothes earlier. Luo He blew out a breath of smoke, all of it hitting Zhou Wan’s face. She frowned and turned her head aside.
Luo He’s gaze lewdly looked her up and down: “This guy’s taste has changed, now he likes little girls who haven’t even grown up yet.”
A few more people came out from the men’s bathroom, laughing at his words.
“Boss Luo, these innocent types are the best to have fun with.”
“Who knows, looking so innocent, what she’s like in bed.”
The humiliating, taunting words came from their mouths, mixed with lewd, unrestrained laughter.
Zhou Wan clenched her teeth, staying silent.
Seeing she was easy to bully, their vulgar words became even more excessive, each sentence piercing Zhou Wan like needles.
Although Zhou Wan was someone who didn’t want to cause trouble, she also wouldn’t bow down to humiliation. After staying silent for a long time, she finally spoke quietly: “Would you dare say these things about me in front of Lu Xixiao?”
Though humiliated, the young girl’s face remained pure and clean, her gaze calm and composed.
Luo He couldn’t help but frown as if struck by the light in her eyes.
For some reason, her gaze at this moment reminded him of Lu Xixiao.
An innocent and gentle face, even her voice was soft, yet proud and calm, looking at him steadily, something sharp breaking through her surface gentleness through her eyes.
She was truly cut from the same cloth as Lu Xixiao.
Luo He then understood why that surnamed Lu, who was proud and cold-blooded, never looking up to anyone, was willing to be closer to this girl before him.
They were the same type of person.
Luo He raised his eyebrows: “Why wouldn’t I dare? You probably don’t know how many times I’ve beaten up Lu Xixiao, oh right, you wouldn’t know, after all, you weren’t his girlfriend back then.”
“Then why do you need to play dirty just to win against him? Even if you win, it’s not honorable.”
Zhou Wan looked straight at Luo He, “Have you heard this saying? True strong ones don’t fight to win against the weak.”
Whoever takes winning and losing seriously is the weak one.
The strong don’t even see the weak in their eyes; they have their own higher mountains and skies to reach.
So from the beginning, the outcome between Lu Xixiao and Luo He was already clear.
Luo He was provoked, suddenly stepping forward and grabbing Zhou Wan’s collar.
“You think I don’t hit women?”
She was so small and frail, seeming like Luo He could break her with just a bit of force, but she wasn’t scared at all, looking at him with calm, black pupils, squeezing out a sentence from her throat.
“I didn’t think that. You hitting girls is normal.”
Her few sentences drove Luo He crazy with anger.
Others held him back, advising from the side: “Let it go, Brother Luo, after all, she’s Lu Xixiao’s girlfriend, if you hit her, Lu Xixiao will definitely…”
Luo He’s veins bulged as he turned back and shouted: “You think I’m afraid of him?”
“But he’s someone who doesn’t care about his life, who has nothing to lose, besides the second half is about to start, the game’s starting soon, don’t waste time here.”
Luo He stared hard at Zhou Wan for several seconds before lowering his raised hand.
But he had to vent his pent-up anger, and the hand gripping Zhou Wan’s collar pushed hard.
Zhou Wan fell directly down the five steps outside the bathroom, her temple hitting hard against the sharp corner.
There was a “bang.”
Pain crawled up her spine, she hurt so much she couldn’t make a sound, only a muffled groan, her body curled up and shaking, something hot flowing down from her forehead, seeping into her pupils.
…
The whistle and screams could be heard again from the distance.
The second half had begun.
It took Zhou Wan a long time to recover before slowly getting up.
Her ankle was sprained, with subcutaneous bleeding, turning purple and blue, likely to swell by evening.