“Y-you, you, you…”
Before he could ask the question in his mind, a tremendous force suddenly slammed into his chin. The blow was so powerful that Zhou Heng was lifted clean off the ground, his vision spinning into chaos.
Zhou Heng was sent flying a meter away.
With a smack, pain shot through his lower abdomen, thighs, and chest. Zhou Heng hit the floor and gasped for air.
The pain of falling from the air was nothing compared to the dizziness radiating from his chin. That was the real killer.
In a lot of action movies and TV shows, the tough-guy protagonists take hit after hit without ever going down. In reality, that’s pure drama. The human body has weak points that sheer willpower can’t overcome. Just like Zhou Heng now: even though the blow to his chin hadn’t knocked him out completely, he’d lost all ability to fight. He could only gasp like a fish stranded on shore, without even enough strength to stand up.
And that was only because Zhou Heng had a strong will and had undergone semi-professional impact training.
A round of applause reached Zhou Heng’s ears, though his mind was already dazed.
“Not bad. You actually managed to stay conscious after an attack on such a vulnerable spot.”
Zhou Heng drooled as he gave a bitter smile. Once the initial dizziness passed, he felt a lot better. At least he’d regained enough strength to get up.
But he’d barely lifted his head when a foot came down from above, forcing his slowly rising head back against the floor.
His chest, waist, thighs, and calves were pressed back onto the hotel carpet along with it.
“Did I tell you to get up?”
As if she were showing contempt for some filthy object, she lightly ground the sole of her shoe against his cheek. The humiliation was harder to bear than the pain.
Zhou Heng immediately grabbed the ankle of the lovely leg planted against his cheek.
But the lovely leg pressing down on his face was like a wall of steel. No matter how hard Zhou Heng pushed, it wouldn’t budge an inch.
All Zhou Heng could do was let go and plead through his muffled voice.
“Su Mo, for old times’ sake as classmates, could you take your foot off my face?”
“Classmates my ass! I’m Su Xi, Su Mo’s little sister. And when I heard you talking about my sister just now, you sure weren’t treating her like a classmate, were you?”
Zhou Heng froze, then immediately said with delight,
“You’re not Su Mo! Right, you definitely can’t be Su Mo. I saw Su Mo go into room 305, so how could you…”
“How could I my ass! Forget it. I have something important to do.”
Su Xi moved her foot off Zhou Heng’s face. His face red, Zhou Heng slowly got up, but his eyes wandered over Su Xi a few times. He’d only caught a hurried glimpse of her earlier and hadn’t had a chance to really look. Now that he did, he realized she was quite different from her older sister, Su Mo.
For starters, she was more than ten centimeters shorter than Su Mo, and looked a lot younger. Most of all, the expression on her face was so haughty—nothing like Su Mo’s modest, gentle manner.
“Don’t think I’ve forgiven you just because I took my foot off your face, punk. I heard what you and that sleazy guy were talking about. You actually treated my sister like some kind of sexual fantasy!”
Su Xi cracked her knuckles as she approached Zhou Heng, a wicked, frightening smile on her face.
“Tell me, as Su Mo’s biggest fan, shouldn’t I teach you, you pervert, a proper lesson for my sister’s sake?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you don’t get any cuts while I give you a good training—no, educate you on how to respect women.”
Train me?
Wait, weren’t we just thinking about how to train Su Mo?
How had I gone from that to getting trained by Su Mo’s little sister in less than half an hour?
This plot twist was way too fast, wasn’t it?
Even an adult anime wouldn’t have a development like this.
Zhou Heng raised both hands in surrender.
“Is it really that weird for a teenage boy to fantasize about a pretty girl?”
“Your fantasies are disgusting.”
Zhou Heng argued with conviction.
“So what if they’re disgusting? That just proves I’m a normal man! Think about it. If a pretty woman in revealing clothes walks past a teenage boy, and he doesn’t get grossed out or start fantasizing, doesn’t that mean she’s not even worth making a man feel that way?”
Su Xi snapped,
“That’s some impressive twisting of the facts.”
Zhou Heng puffed out his chest.
“You can only twist the facts if there are facts to twist, junior. Use that clever little head of yours and think about it: why would a man feel disgust toward a woman, or have anything to say about her? Isn’t it because she’s pretty?”
“My disgust, my lewdness, my fantasies—they’re all because Su Mo is so beautiful and so cute. As a man, I can’t suppress my love for Su Mo. Through my words and actions, I’ve affirmed how adorable she is. That’s what a real man should do.”
“I honestly don’t think I’ve done anything wrong.”
Su Xi kicked Zhou Heng.
“You twist the facts and refuse to listen to reason. Hah, men…”
Seeing Su Xi lift her black-stockinged legs again, Zhou Heng hurriedly said,
“You came here to find your sister, right? Is it really a good idea to be all lovey-dovey with a sleazy guy like me?”
“Who’s being lovey-dovey with you?!”
“If you’re angry, it means you care about me. If you scold me, it means you’re paying attention to me. Don’t deny it or scold me—hitting is affection, scolding is love.”
“You pervert! I, I, I…”
“Just a heads-up: don’t lift your leg again. I can see right under your little skirt. Mm, black lace…”
“You disgusting pervert!!!”
Zhou Heng’s face was treated to another round of Su Xi’s shoe sole.
