Xie Nanchu looked at the group of thugs in front of him, his brow furrowed. He was here to find his deskmate, Jiang Mingli, but had run into these hoodlums on the way.
At this moment, the thugs in front of Xie Nanchu were still blustering.
"Kid, be sensible and hand over all the money you have, hear us?"
"If you're not sensible, the sticks these brothers are holding are not just for show!"
"Right! If we accidentally make you lose an arm or a leg, don't blame us!"
Xie Nanchu's tone was cold, "I don't know you! Get lost!"
One of the thugs, impatient, raised his stick and prepared to hit Xie Nanchu. "Why are you wasting your breath with him? Just beat him up, and I don't believe he won't hand over his money!" They often robbed wealthy students in this area. When they encountered someone disobedient, they would usually beat the person up, and then the victim would obediently hand over their money. If they still refused, they would beat them again. These thugs understood this principle well.
The thugs exchanged glances, raised their sticks, and swung them at Xie Nanchu.
Just as the dark sticks were about to land on Xie Nanchu, a slender, fair hand reached out and caught the stick that was about to hit him.
Then, the thugs and Xie Nanchu heard a crisp snapping sound in the air. They watched in disbelief as the beautiful girl, with just one hand, snapped the stick, which was as thick as their arms, in half!
System: ...?! As expected, this is indeed its violent host!
A group of thugs: ...?! Their eyes widened in terror. Where did this strong woman come from?!
Xie Nanchu: ...?! So his deskmate was this fierce?! He must never make her angry again! Never!
Mingli threw away the black half of the wooden stick and cast a nonchalant glance at the thugs. The meaning in her eyes was self-evident.
The group of thugs: ...?! Meeting Mingli's gaze, they quickly dropped their sticks and ran out of the alley. They had confirmed the look in her eyes; this big shot was someone they couldn't afford to offend, so it was best to escape first.
Seeing the thugs run away, Mingli took out a tissue from her bag and disdainfully wiped the hand that had held the stick. After a moment, Mingli threw the dirty tissue into a nearby trash can, looked up at Xie Nanchu, who was watching her, and asked in a calm tone, "Why are you here?"
Xie Nanchu withdrew his gaze from Mingli, his tone somewhat unnatural. "I have a few problems I don't understand and wanted to ask for your help, but I don't have your phone number, so I came here to find you."
Mingli: ...?! The corner of her mouth twitched slightly. "Then you're really unlucky to have run into those thugs as soon as you arrived."
Xie Nanchu seemed to understand the meaning in Mingli's eyes and moved his gaze away, his ears turning red.
Mingli extended her hand, her expression calm, and said to Xie Nanchu in front of her, "Give me your phone." Since her little deskmate wanted to study hard, as her deskmate, she would naturally help if she could.
Xie Nanchu was slightly stunned, but he obediently gave Mingli his phone.
Mingli took Xie Nanchu's phone, dialed a string of numbers, and then returned the phone to the stunned Xie Nanchu. "This is my phone number. Alright, you should hurry back."
Xie Nanchu looked at the string of phone numbers on his phone, silently saved them, and then parted ways with Mingli and went home.