"What do you want?" Ning An raised her head, her eyebrows and eyes somewhat stern.
She didn’t like people touching her casually, especially strangers.
The latter was caught off guard by her piercing gaze, startled for a moment by the sharpness in her eyes, then remembering that the other person was just a girl, merely putting on airs, he raised his eyebrows and questioned, "What do you mean, Junior? We’re all from the same school, after all. I greet you nice and polite, and you treat me with this attitude—don’t you think that’s a bit disrespectful?"
"Who are you? Why should I give you face?"
Ning An really didn’t like the other’s presumptuous tone, acting as though he were some kind of important figure that she had to show respect to.
Moreover, respect is something one can only lose by oneself.
Chen Zhe couldn’t help wanting to get angry, but then he thought better of it, perhaps not wanting to lose face in front of his friends, and managed a smile, "I’ve long heard that Junior Sheng is quite arrogant. Today I’ve really seen it for myself. But it’s okay, a beautiful girl indeed has the right to be proud, I won’t hold it against you."
Ning An was disgusted by his greasy words, and looking at him coldly, she said, "Did I give you face?" Did he even listen to what he was saying?
"What?" The guy was taken aback, not understanding her meaning at first.
Ning An: "Can’t you understand human speech? I said, get out of the way, don’t block the road!"
The guy’s expression changed completely.
He hadn’t expected Ning An to be so dismissive, causing him to lose face in front of his friends. He could no longer maintain his pretense and said bluntly, "Junior, we are, after all, from the same school. Is it necessary to be so rude? Your attitude really makes me lose face. Do you know how hard it is for me to step down?"
"Don’t worry, I’m not going to do anything to you. But your attitude just now really made me lose face. An apology isn’t too much to ask, right? Just apologize, and I’ll let you go immediately."
"And if I don’t?" Ning An had never been threatened by anyone in her life.
The latter smirked sinisterly, "No problem, then I’ll just have to accompany Junior Sheng a little longer." With nightfall approaching and so many of them around, he didn’t believe that a girl wouldn’t be afraid.
Ning An’s expression grew even colder, her face full of impatience.
Just then, from the corner of her eye, she suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure in a white T-shirt paired with black trousers. An utterly ordinary outfit seemed to emanate a youthful aura when worn by him.
Is someone trying to look young?
The person seemed to just be passing by when he saw the situation and subconsciously wanted to come over.
However, before he could take a step, Ning An had already made a move.
She took a step to the side, and as the guy reached out to stop her, the next second he saw Ning An move quickly. She grabbed his wrist, and with the bag containing her drink, she struck right on his forehead, followed by a shoulder throw. Before the tall guy, standing six feet, could react, he felt a sharp pain in his forehead, then the next thing he knew, he was thrown to the ground.
Weiran couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, feeling the pain on behalf of the other person.
He hadn’t expected the girl to hit so hard.
Having dealt with the person blocking the way, Ning An dusted off her bag as if it had something dirty on it and then simply walked past the group that was with Chen Zhe, heading straight for the entrance of the park across the street.