Youâre Not Worthy Of Making My Hand Hurt
Translator: Yunyi
Thump!
Song Yaoyao smashed a stone ruthlessly on the boyâs hand as her dark and moist eyelashes curled upwards slightly.
âYou better not let me get away.â
A pitiful cry filled the air.
Students in the vicinity covered their mouths. This scene made them speechless.
Song Yaoyao looked like such a delicate girl, yet she was so fierce!
An Feiran opened his mouth and his eyes lit up.
Was this for real?
Tang Xinrou shook her hands dry as she walked out of the bathroom. When she saw the scene in front of her, she was shocked. With a scream, she rushed over to Song Yaoyao and hugged her. âWhatâs wrong, Precious? Who bullied you? F*ck, who bullied my Precious? Step forward now!â she said as she wiped Song Yaoyaoâs wet cheeks.
The boyâs accomplices were busy calling the ambulance. When they heard Tang Xinrouâs voice, they immediately dropped their phone on the ground.
âAre you blind? Canât you see whoâs lying on the floor? I wonder whoâs the bully!â
Tang Xinrou blinked casually. When she saw the red on the boyâs head, she pouted her lips. âMy Yaoyao would never bully someone first.â
Song Yaoyao sniffed as she leaned into Tang Xinrouâs arms and pointed in an aggrieved manner.
âHe ran into me, yet he scolded me!â
âF*ck! Thatâs too much!â
This could not be tolerated!
Her Yaoyao was such a good person. How could she bully someone?
âYou deserved it! Precious, does your hand hurt? Letâs visit the nurseâs office and see if you have any injuries from the fall.â Tang Xinrouâs heart ached as she rubbed Song Yaoyaoâs hand.
âIt doesnât hurtââ Song Yaoyao poutedââI hit him with a stone. He wasnât worthy of hurting my hand.â
My good girl has smartened up.
Tang Xinrouâs eyes sparkled. âWell done! Donât be scared. Iâll protect you. You arenât wrong so you have no reason to be scared!â
Everyone was shocked by these words. Could they do this?
Wasnât she exaggerating? The person lying on the floor wasnât even crying, yet Song Yaoyao was bawling her eyes out.
âSong Yaoyao, this isnât over!â
âYou crazy b*tch!â
The boy held onto his head as his friends helped him up.
One of his hands was drooping and his fingertips were trembling; it was either fractured or sprained.
Song Yaoyao couldnât help throwing a kick at the boy.
âOkay! I donât want it to be over either!â Song Yaoyao glared at him with her teary eyes. How dare this guy not apologize to her.
It was clear to see how badly Song Yaoyao had been bullied in the past.
âPrecious, itâs okay now, letâs calm down.â Tang Xinrou hugged Song Yaoyao and tried to calm her down.
She was a little regretful. If she had known earlier, she would have held back her need to use the toilet.
Song Yaoyao humphed and pulled out her phone.
Tang Xinrou was surprised. âYaoyao, what are you doing?â
âTelling Shen Xun to come down.â
Song Yaoyaoâs voice was nasally. Filled with anger, she said fiercely, âThis isnât over!â
This was the moment she had been waiting for.
It was fine that she was afraid of hurting her hand, she still had her little underling!
F*ck...
Tang Xinrou looked down and almost fainted. Lowering her voice, she said, âPrecious, why donât we just leave it. If you call Shen Xun here, heâs going to kill them!â
Although the punk had settled down a little in recent days, he was famous for fighting without holding back. He was completely ruthless.
If he came down, these idiots would probably lose their lives.
âHahaha, are you calling Shen Xun?â
âIt wouldnât be the Shen Xun that we know, right? You can call him? Stop acting, Song Yaoyao,â the boy said fiercely as he held his head. âI will remember this grudge. You just wait!â