What Personality Do the Little Girls These Days Have?
Song Shuhang had originally only wanted to grab the delinquent by the head and give his adorable back of the head a couple of good knocks.
But the weight coming from his arm made him feel that he could swing the adult man in his hand around like a club, turning him into a Wind-Fire Wheel.
Should I try swinging him around once?
Fortunately, his reason was still intact, and he forcibly suppressed the urge to raise his arm and swing him around once. That would have been too horrifying and would have scared the children.
Song Shuhang now understood how Soft Feather had felt when she carried that enormous box. To Soft Feather, more than a hundred pounds might have felt no different from a paper prop, right?
"Ahhhhh..." The blond delinquent, who had been grabbed by the back of his head and lifted up, was startled. His feet kicked desperately in midair as terrified cries came from his mouth. Anyone would have been scared stiff if they were suddenly grabbed by the head and hung up.
For an instant, he even thought he was about to achieve Daylight Ascension!
But no matter how the blond delinquent struggled, the arm gripping his head remained as tight as an iron hoop, without the slightest loosening. He was like a fish hooked in midair; no matter how much he thrashed, his efforts looked so pale and powerless.
The blond delinquent's companions were also badly frightened. It took them a long moment to recover.
"Damn your grandfather, who the hell are you?" the other delinquents nearby shouted.
Although they would not take the initiative to provoke a student like Song Shuhang, who looked like he could really fight, they would not show weakness when the other party had come knocking on their door.
"Damn your mother, screw your whole family! If you want to play the hero and save the beauty, you'd better weigh your own strength first." The two delinquents on either side attacked Song Shuhang at the same time. One swung his fist, while the other pulled out a rubber club.
The two kept cursing as they spoke, bolstering their own courage. This was the typical way delinquents fought: first, they would use their imposing presence to intimidate the other side, then overwhelm them with numbers. When they encountered a timid opponent who was cowed by their momentum, what followed would be a delightful group beating of one man by many.
But today, the two delinquents' curses merely served to strengthen their own courage. Their opponent could lift Yellow Hair by the head with one arm! The sight made their hearts tremble. If they did not build up their own momentum, they feared their hands would go weak and they would not dare to attack.
"..." After his entire family was insulted, Song Shuhang's expression turned stern. He was undoubtedly a man who loved his family, and he had hated people verbally insulting his relatives ever since he was young.
"This is why I don't like you people. Your mouths are too filthy, and you keep bringing up other people's families." As he spoke, Shuhang treated the blond delinquent in his hand as a weapon and smashed him hard into the delinquent on the left, who was holding the club.
Bang, bang... The two collided with a single impact and rolled away to the side.
Because he was upset, Song Shuhang had used about half his strength when he threw the blond delinquent. Even that degree of force was still somewhat excessive for an ordinary person.
When the blond delinquent collided with the one wielding the club, muffled groans and the sound of breaking bones rang out. The two then fell to the ground and wailed in pain, apparently unable to get back up for the time being.
Immediately afterward, Song Shuhang raised his leg as fast as lightning and sent a Heir-Breaking Kick at the delinquent on the right, who was throwing punches.
Striking after the attack yet arriving first—and legs were longer than fists! In a fight, kicking had an advantage over punching!
His eggs shattered...
The delinquent on the right whimpered and fell to the ground, clutching his lifeline as he rolled around. His tears poured out like a breached dam, completely impossible to stop.
"Oh dear... My strength has increased. I didn't control the force of that kick. I wonder if I broke them?" Song Shuhang murmured.
In the blink of an eye, three of the seven delinquent youths had fallen.
The remaining four swallowed hard, their morale dropping straight to freezing point. They had been veterans of many fights, with brawling as commonplace as eating, so they had developed a bit of discernment.
The man before them was absolutely a diamond-hard iron wall with eight flawless facets. Forget the four of them—even if all seven had remained uninjured, they might not have been his match. What was more, the other party's attacks were especially sinister. Looking at their companion clutching his crotch and screaming, the four of them felt a dull ache in their own groins.
Song Shuhang swept a sidelong glance over the four remaining delinquents. Seeing that they did not dare to attack and had frightened looks on their faces, he lost interest in beating them. Thus, he said in a low voice, "Scram."
The four gritted their teeth, helped up their three fallen companions, and fled.
A Real Man could bend and stretch. Today's "scram" was for the sake of preserving the green hills; once they rose again, they would come back for revenge!
"You brat, remember us! Don't let us run into you again. Otherwise, we'll make you pay!" After fleeing a certain distance, the seven delinquents still did not forget to throw out a few face-saving words.
This was called losing the battle but not the formation.
Song Shuhang sneered and clenched his fists, making them crack loudly.
The seven delinquents' expressions changed, and they sped up, fleeing as if they had sprouted wings.
"Honestly, their entire group was wiped out only moments ago, and they still haven't learned their lesson. Who knows, maybe they'll provoke someone again one day and get wiped out all over again." Song Shuhang muttered to himself.
Afterward, he looked toward the girl leaning against the wall.
The girl stood against the wall, her expression indifferent and her gaze cold. There was not a trace of fear on her face, nor did she show the slightest intention of thanking Shuhang.
"Are you all right?" Song Shuhang asked merely out of courtesy. The girl wore such an indifferent expression that Shuhang had no habit of pressing a hot face against a cold backside. He only wanted to ask politely before leaving.
The short-haired girl swept a cold glance over Song Shuhang.
"Hmph, sticking your nose where it doesn't belong." She snorted coldly, then turned around and left with the haughty swagger of a proud rooster.
Song Shuhang: "..."
What was that supposed to mean?
Did the little girls these days all have so much personality?
In the end, being a good-natured man, Song Shuhang merely gave a self-mocking smile.
"Ah, right, I forgot I'm in a hurry. If those guys leave me behind to eat without me, I'll suffer a huge loss." Song Shuhang quickened his pace toward Li Yangde's rented place outside the school. He loved freeloading, whether it was books or food!
Room 602, Building 221D, Great Fortune District. It was an independent apartment building of around seventy square meters, a size that was just right for Li Yangde, the otaku programmer.
Tubo came out to greet him. "Shuhang, you took way too long, brat. Don't tell me you played the hero and saved a beauty on the way here or something. That excuse is way too old-fashioned."
"You guessed right. I really did save a girl. She was quite pretty, too, just a little too full of personality." Song Shuhang laughed heartily and walked around the apartment. "Yangde, how much is the rent here?"
He was also planning to rent a place outside the school, so he wanted to ask about the going rate first.
"Student price: five thousand for a year, with water and electricity paid separately. The full amount has to be paid upfront," Li Yangde replied. Being able to rent such a cheap place near the campus was practically a blessing from the heavens.
"Not bad at all." Song Shuhang nodded.
Tubo cut in, "Let's head to A-Shun Food Stall. I've already reserved a table. Today, we'll treat Yangde to a meal and eat until we get our money's worth."
"Speaking of eating, I feel like I have a great appetite today." Song Shuhang nodded. Perhaps because Body Tempering had consumed so much energy, he now felt as if he could eat an entire cow.
Afterward, Song Shuhang ate to his heart's content.
The three roommates were left staring in stunned silence... The Shuhang they remembered had never been able to eat this much, had he?
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