Suffering a Blow

He saw that at the center of the fishing boat.

A young, pretty girl in tight jeans, a devil-print T-shirt, with a full tattoo sleeve, long pink hair, and a lip stud, pursed her lips slightly.

"Grandpa, this is so boring. Such a huge sea, and there isn't even a single wave."

The girl was eighteen or nineteen. Her arms rested against the railing, her figure forming a perfect S-curve.

One look at her clothes was enough to tell that she was the quintessential rebellious rock-and-roll beauty.

She boredly swung her arm. "I really regret coming out to sea with you. I could've gone clubbing instead—that would've been exciting!"

"Exciting my ass!"

The old fisherman held the helm. "Don't think I don't know what clubbing is. There isn't a single good person in those places. My granddaughter is so beautiful, those bad boys would swarm around you like flies!"

"Be careful not to get tricked and taken advantage of!"

The rebellious beauty sighed. "Wouldn't it have been better if I'd stayed home and played some games?"

The old fisherman glared. "What's so fun about Spray Q?"

"I brought you out fishing so you could relax. Isn't that nice? Isn't it good for cultivating your character?"

"You young people shouldn't be so restless all day. Calm down and appreciate the beauty of life more!"

After saying that, the old fisherman pointed into the distance. "Look, dear granddaughter, isn't that stretch of sea beautiful? And that one, even better! This stretch is nice too!"

The rebellious beauty looked around.

That stretch of sea and this stretch of sea were all just sea. She was practically sick of looking at it!

With a leap, she jumped onto a wooden crate and sat down casually. "Grandpa, the sea is so boring. I really can't