The Blue Butterfly That Flew Past

To be honest, this is the real world, Yimo doesn't believe anyone would actually commit sexual assault in broad daylight on the street.

Judging from the other person's age, they were probably around 20 years old. They likely mistook her for a young woman and tried to flirt with her.

Yimo's physical abilities are very poor; he can't even beat someone his age in a normal 1v1, let alone against three opponents.

In this situation, if you respond to them, the matter will never be over.

Responding in a female voice will only lead to the other person becoming persistent and nagging.

Responding in a male voice would probably get you beaten up.

In this Small Alley, there aren't even any Surveillance Footage. If I really get beaten up, the thugs can just run away and I'll have gotten away with it for nothing.

After Yimo, Immel decided it was best to remain silent, ignore them, and simply walk past them.

He lowered his head, quickened his pace, and tried to go around it.

Just as he walked over, the Green Hair thug who was leading the group grabbed his arm, and a teasing voice rang in his ear. "Oh my, what are you doing here?"

"I was just joking, would I really rob someone of their virtue?"

"I just wanted to chat with you."

"Haha, don't be afraid, talk to your brother!"

Following the Green Hair thug's words, the other two thugs surrounded Yimo with ill intentions.

Yimo lowered her head, gritting her teeth; she was utterly annoyed.

It seems this matter is unlikely to end well.

Come to think of it carefully, there was a knife in his arms.

Although he couldn't beat them normally, he decided to show off his toughness and take out a knife to slash them as if he were going to die.

A feint attack, even without actually hitting them, should be enough to repel them, right?

Once you're knocked back, run to the main road and ask for help; someone should be able to assist you, right?

Yimo of this, her other hand silently reached under the bag containing the pineapple buns for the Kitchen Knife in her pocket.

Grass!

This move was reckless!

Yimo was, after all, a hot-blooded 17-year-old youth who impulsively decided to cause trouble!

"Ah--!!!!"

"Holy shit!!!!"

However, just as Yimo roared to bolster his courage, a pitiful scream rang in his ears, completely drowning out Yimo voice.

He watched as the Green Hair thug who was grabbing him was punched squarely in the jaw with a small fist. The thug let out a scream and lay motionless on the ground, only able to kick his legs.

What the hell?

What's going on?

I was rescued by a hero?

Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey!

"Girl, leave these trash to me..."

Along with the sound in her ear, a somewhat thin girl wearing a black leather jacket stood in front of her.

Her light yellow short hair swayed from side to side in the wind, and her back view was so handsome that Yimo was stunned.

He nodded subconsciously and took two steps back.

It wasn't a case of the hero saving the damsel in distress; clearly, the hero was saved by the damsel in distress!

The other two thugs, seeing their leader get punched and knocked out, angrily yelled, "Damn it, it's you again, you little brat!"

"Go to hell!"

The two men roared and charged toward the girl in front of Yimo.

However.

The thug's skills were clearly not on the same level as the girl's.

The girl had a very stable lower body and her movements were clean and efficient.

While dodging a punch from the thug on the left, he delivered a direct elbow strike to the man's abdomen, causing him to grimace in pain and retreat.

The thug on the right picked up a Wooden Stick from the ground and hit the girl.

Instead of being afraid, the girl rushed forward, grabbed the other man's arms with both hands in an instant, and with an over-the-shoulder throw, slammed the taller and stronger thug to the ground, leaving him only able to scream in pain.

The girl's dashing appearance was so captivating that Yimo exclaimed how cool she was, and he almost became a little fanboy!

Wow, that's some skill.

It's something that even a die-hard otaku like Yimo would dream of.

During this process, Yimo felt something was strange.

He had absolutely no memory of such a girl.

But looking at the girl's back, there was an unexpected sense of familiarity.

In less than three minutes, the thugs were chased away by the girl.

Since the girl was more than capable of dealing with the thugs, Yimo didn't go up and cause trouble.

Head bowed, he pondered how to thank the girl who had helped him.

However, before Yimo, the girl had already walked up to Yimo and said something he never expected.

"Hey, little girl."

"I took care of those thugs for you, so paying some protection money isn't too much to ask, is it?"

"From now on, if anyone bullies you in this area, just say my name, Xia Yuxi!"

Xia Yuxi?

Yimo hearing these words, Yimo's mind went blank, and she was completely stunned.

He subconsciously looked up and finally saw the girl's face clearly.

The girl in front of me does indeed look very similar to Xia Yuxi!

However, their temperaments are completely different.

Xia Yuxi used to have shoulder-length black hair, loved to wear dresses that looked very well-behaved, and had the appearance of a girl next door. She was very shy, dared not make eye contact with people, and even when she spoke to people, she would stammer and always hide behind herself.

And what about Xia Yuxi now?

She had short, light yellow hair that reached her neck, wore jeans, a white short-sleeved shirt with an open black leather wallet over it, and a very noticeable scar on her face.

She no longer seemed timid; instead, she looked more like a rebellious girl!

"Xia Yuxi..." Yimo looked at the girl in front of her, who was completely different from the girl in her memory, and subconsciously called out her name.

Xia Yuxi seemed surprised by the reaction of the person she had saved. She moved a little closer and carefully examined Yimo's face before she too was stunned.

He frowned slightly, tilted his head in confusion, and asked, "Yi... Yimo?"

After muttering to himself, he subconsciously took two steps back, gritted his teeth, and said, "Heh... so it's Yimo..."

"Since you rent a room from us, we won't charge you protection money."

After Xia Yuxi finished speaking, she turned to leave.

But Yimo, whose mind couldn't keep up with her thoughts, quickly caught up and grabbed Xia Yuxi's wrist. "Don't go!"

Wrong!

That's completely wrong!

Xia Yuxi is definitely not like that!

Why did it turn out like this?

If Yimo could ignore the discrepancies in her memory and force herself to accept her younger sister Ji Ran's mysterious appearance before her, then...

In my memory, she would come to my house every day to clean and cook for me.

She sat obediently behind me, watching her own live stream.

Xia Yuxi always blushes shyly whenever she wears women's clothing.

Seeing her appear before him in this manner, Yimo absolutely could not ignore it!

"Why have you become like this!" Yimo asked anxiously.

Upon hearing this, Xia Yuxi flung Yimo's hand away, her eyes filled with annoyance, and said angrily, "I've always been like this!"

"I don't even know you, what's it to you?"

"Don't follow me!"

"Otherwise, I'll hit you!"