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At noon on the second day, it was lunchtime again. Zhu Hui and Tang Hui seemed to be having a particularly bad day. As soon as they entered the cafeteria, they ran into Yang Qianfan and his group of friends, who were sitting together enjoying their meal. Tang Hui tugged at Zhu Hui's sleeve, reminding her not to stir up trouble. Understanding his hint, Zhu Hui complied and pretended not to see them as they walked past to the serving counter.
Yang Qianfan noticed how easily Zhu Hui was letting it go. He brewed a plan in his mind and gestured to a few of his friends sitting nearby, signaling them to huddle together for a quick discussion. He turned to the chubby guy across from him, He Feng, and instructed, “When that Dwarf Winter Melon walks by you, quietly stretch your leg out and trip her. Got it?”
“Let me go! I don’t want to play anymore!” Zhu Hui exclaimed in fear, closing her eyes tightly as tears welled up in her eyes.
“Why don’t you want to play? Don’t worry, it’s going to be fun,” Yang Qianfan said with a smirk, giving a knowing glance to He Feng. Understanding the cue, He Feng swiftly grabbed Zhu Hui and whisked her away to the nearby basketball court, lifting her and tossing her into the hoop in less than five seconds.
When Zhu Hui finally opened her eyes, she realized she was stuck in the basketball hoop.
“Let me down! Let me down! You idiots!” she cried out from her perch like a lizard clinging tightly to the backboard, terrified of falling and getting hurt.
“I can let you down, but first you have to shout ‘Hero spare my life’ three times,” Yang Qianfan declared from below the hoop, hands on his hips, reveling in his triumph.
“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 defiantly from her position.
“You—” Yang Qianfan fumed, veins bulging on his forehead. He picked up a rotten fruit from the ground and hurled it at Zhu Hui, shouting, “Go die! Let’s see who comes to save you!”
“Go die yourself! I’m definitely telling the teacher and the principal about how you bully classmates!” she shot back angrily.
“Go ahead! You’re just going to whine behind people’s backs like the little pig you are,” Yang Qianfan scoffed dismissively before turning away with his friends.
“You despicable Male Goat! I hope you choke on grass!” Zhu Hui yelled after him. Frustrated that he had truly abandoned her, she took off one of her shoes and threw it at Yang Qianfan, hitting him squarely on the head while continuing to curse him out.
Yang Qianfan clutched her head, which had been hurt by the shoe thrown at her. Angrily, she turned around and shot a fierce glare at the culprit, tossing the shoe back at her while muttering, "Go to hell," before turning on her heel and striding away.
At that moment, Tang Hui noticed that Yang Qianfan and her group had moved far enough away, so he dared to approach. Standing under the basketball hoop, he asked Zhu Hui with concern, "Are you okay?"
"Look at me! How could I be okay? You need to think of a way to get me down," Zhu Hui snapped impatiently.
"I told you not to confront them directly, but you wouldn't listen. Now you're suffering the consequences!" Tang Hui sighed as he reprimanded her.
"Alright, I get it! Just hurry up and find a ladder to get me down. It's so embarrassing sitting up here!" Zhu Hui said, noticing more and more people gathering around, pointing and whispering about her. She felt increasingly awkward and covered her face, unable to bear the attention.
After much effort and sweet-talking, Tang Hui finally managed to borrow a long ladder from the old man guarding the school gate. With that, he safely rescued Zhu Hui from the basketball hoop.
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