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"You—" Yang Qianfan's anger flared, the veins on his forehead bulging. He picked up a rotten fruit from the ground and hurled it at Zhu Hui, shouting, "Go die! Let’s see who will come to save you."
"Go die! I will definitely tell the teacher, tell the principal, and I’ll even tell your parents that you bully classmates at school!"
"Go ahead and tell! You’re just a little coward who only knows how to report behind people's backs, you stupid pig." Yang Qianfan scoffed dismissively at her, turning his back and walking away with his group of friends.
"Let me go! I don’t want to play anymore!" Zhu Hui was terrified, tightly shutting her eyes and shouting randomly, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Why don’t you want to play anymore? Don’t worry, it’s really fun." Yang Qianfan said, signaling to one of his friends. The friend understood immediately and swiftly grabbed Zhu Hui, whisking her away to the nearby basketball court in less than ten steps. He lifted her and quickly tossed her into the hoop; the entire process took less than five seconds.
When Zhu Hui finally opened her eyes, she realized she was stuck in the basketball hoop and couldn’t get down.
"Let me down! Let me down! You idiots!" Zhu Hui clung tightly to the backboard like a gecko, terrified of falling and breaking into pieces. She cried out in panic from above.
"I can let you down, but first you have to call out 'Hero, spare my life' three times," Yang Qianfan declared confidently, standing beneath the hoop with his hands on his hips, looking quite pleased with himself.
"You stupid Male Goat! You think I’ll call you Hero? You’ll have to wait until your next life for that!" Zhu Hui retorted from her perch in the hoop.
Seeing Zhu Hui’s defiance, Yang Qianfan couldn’t help but walk over to her with a smirk. He admired her bravery while also feeling a hint of pity. "Good dogs don’t block the way; those who know better should hurry up and roll away."
"Good dogs don’t block anyone's way?" Zhu Hui feigned confusion, tilting her head as if trying to understand.
"Good dogs want you not to block the way," Yang Qianfan bent down, glaring at her fiercely.
"Oh—so good dogs want me not to block the way!" Zhu Hui pretended to realize something important, grinning at him mockingly for being foolish.
The people around them couldn't help but lower their heads and chuckle at their conversation. Yang Qianfan, realizing he had been set up, was furious and grabbed Zhu Hui's shirt, lifting her off the ground. Her legs dangled in the air as she kicked wildly. "You brainless fool, let me go! If your IQ is low, all you know is to resort to violence."
"If I had no brain, where would my IQ come from?" Yang Qianfan squinted his eyes into a narrow line, wearing a mischievous grin.
"What... what do you want to do? This is school, you low-IQ thug!" Zhu Hui shouted at him while struggling in his grip.
"Yes, I am a thug. Do you know what the biggest characteristic of a thug is?"
"What is it?"
"It's being shameless! You idiot."
"You... what do you want to do?"
"I don't want to do anything; I just want to strip you of your clothes and hang them on a tree for display."
"This is school; do you dare—"
"Exactly, this is school. How can we play such an exciting game here? How about we change the way we play?" Yang Qianfan said with a wicked smile as he set her down. He shot her a glance and asked with ill intent, "Can you play basketball?"
"So what if I can? And what if I can't?"
"If you can't, I'll teach you. If you can, I just want to spar with you."
"You... how do you want to spar?"
“It's simple, just treat you like a basketball and throw you into the hoop.”
Zhu Hui was startled and took a few steps back, stammering in protest, “You… even though you're tall, you can't possibly throw someone as big as me into a hoop.”
“You're right. I’ve never actually tried throwing someone like a basketball before, so I don’t know if I can do it. But there was someone who did that to me; he once threw a fool into a hoop.”
“Who—?” Zhu Hui asked tremulously, her heart racing.
Yang Qianfan smiled and took a step closer to her, gesturing animatedly at the person standing behind her. “It’s him.”
Upon hearing this, Zhu Hui felt a wave of dread wash over her. Her heart raced as she sensed a powerful force approaching from behind. She swallowed hard, moving slowly like a rusty robot. When she turned around, she gasped; towering behind her was a giant of a man, at least two meters tall, with a bald head that shone like a bowling ball.
“What… what do you want?” Zhu Hui stammered, instinctively trying to flee.
“Come back! Where do you think you're going?” Yang Qianfan called out as he reached out and effortlessly grabbed the back of her collar with one finger, stopping her in her tracks.
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