"Little brother, can you let me in to find someone? I'll be quick," she said politely.
The drowsy man stirred, cracked one eye open blearily, and waved a massive hand in a vague, dismissive motion. "Go—"
And then… thud.
His forehead smacked back onto the desk like a sack of wet rice. The soft rumble of snoring resumed without pause.
Lu Qingyan: "...."
Did he actually hear her? Did that count as permission?
After standing awkwardly for two seconds, she shrugged and tiptoed inside like a guilty hamster sneaking into a lion's den.
The internet cafe was very big. There were probably several rooms.
The place was dimly lit, cold with aggressive air-conditioning, and thick with cigarette smoke.
The humming buzz of cheap PCs filled the air, occasionally interrupted by the sound of gunfire from a game or someone yelling into a headset about "camping noobs."
She instantly regretted not wearing a mask.
A few people who were smoking at the door saw a little girl in a pink sweater with a ponytail come in. She appeared bright and beautiful.
They were a little surprised and exchanged glances before walking towards Lu Qingyan with bad intentions in mind.
Lu Qingyan only took a few steps before she was stopped by these people.
"Hey, little sister," called one of them, a lanky guy with a dyed mohawk and a denim vest over a mesh tank top. He let out a low whistle and swaggered toward her with two other guys trailing behind him like low-budget bodyguards. "You here to play? Come, big bro will teach you."
Lu Qingyan didn't even blink. "I'm looking for someone. Lu Mingxuan. Do you know him?"
The mohawk guy's grin widened. 0Why look for him when I'm right here? Pretty girls shouldn't waste time on violent boys—come play with us instead."
But before that hand could touch her face, she grabbed his wrist.
When Lu Qingyan was in elementary school, her personality was withdrawn and reclusive, like a little cactus. So the boys and girls in her class liked to bully her.
When she was a child, in order to save face, she never told her teachers or parents. Plus no one in her family really cared about her, and her brother was a worrywart sk she never told anyone, but because she wasn't one to submit to humiliation, she secretly found people to teach her how to fight and learned some basic fighting skills.
She often fought with those who bullied her. It was even normal for her to have a black eye or swollen face.
Later, although she learned how to get along with others, she still remembered the past experiences in her heart.
So even though the body has already changed, her subconscious reaction was the same as before.
She said calmly, "Please move. I need to find someone. I don't want to hit anyone today."
The man behind the mohawk snorted. "What if we don't want to move, huh? What if we wanna see what a little girl like you is gonna do?"
Lu Qingyan was silent for a moment and carefully thought about how people in TV series talked in order to appear fierce.
She expressionlessly pulled her pink hood and covered her head, two furry ears appeared on top of her hood. The girl's skin was white and she looked especially tender and adorable.
But her stern face seemed to spell four large words, "I'm a fierce person."
It seems that most fierce people typically called themselves father or grandfather.
Lu Qingyan said to him solemnly, "Then don't blame this father for being impolite."
The mohawk man and his two friends froze for a moment before they laughed.
The mohawk man grinned cheekily and said, "Oh, little sister, how will you be impolite? Punch my chest with your little fists?"
After he finished speaking, he reached out his hand with his previous intentions of pinching her face.
But then there was a sudden sharp pain on the wrist of the hand he had reached out with. The girl squeezed his wrist and took a step closer. The movement was very fast and before he could change his relaxed attitude—
She had already arrived in front of him and her knee faced his crotch before it landed heavily.
Hit the Vitals
"F*CK—"
An extremely horrible scream resounded throughout the entire internet cafe instantly and all those who enjoyed trouble and gossip immediately looked towards the source.
There was a young man with a mohawk hairstyle who clutched his crotch and fell to the ground. He rolled around with a hideous expression.
As everyone looked at this scene, they felt their crotch go cold.
The two slovenly brothers behind the mohawk man had yet to react.
A tender girl in a pink sweater squatted down and waved her white fist at him.
"Punch your chest with my little fists?"
She took a deep breath with a straight face and gathered all of her strength before she punched the man's chest. The mohawk man let out another scream.
Then they heard the girl spoke in a soft and tender voice, she said word by word: "Your father today will teach you what is called—"
"Strike, with, full, force."