NOVEL NEXT C15
Chapter 15: Lesson
A few seconds later, the surrounding girls reacted. Amid Chen Yan’s cries, several girls rushed at Yuyin, slapping and kicking her.
If it were an ordinary bullied girl, she would definitely panic and try to shield herself, but they had chosen the wrong opponent.
Who is Yuyin? A woman who has endured the trials of eight evil spirits!
Although the girls rushed in, to Yuyin, they were still too slow.
She pushed Chen Yan towards two of the girls, causing their slaps and kicks to hit Chen Yan instead. Then, she swiftly deflected the slaps from the other two girls, sidestepping against the stall door and evading their kicks in the tight space.
“Beat her up! Strip her clothes off!” Chen Yan shouted, covering her wrist.
Several girls pounced on Yuyin. One kicked at her stomach, another slapped at her face, one tried to grab her hair, and another attempted to rip her clothes off. A girl with a punk hairstyle even bent down to try to pull Yuyin’s skirt off.
Instinctively, Yuyin didn’t see these girls as enemies, but trying to pull her skirt off was crossing the line!
Yuyin reacted, her speed far surpassing that of these bullies who relied on their numbers. Before the two slaps could land, she decisively delivered two slaps back.
Smack! Smack!
The two punks were left dazed.
The kick aimed at her was met with a swift counter from Yuyin, causing the attacker to lose balance and fall sideways, crashing into the person behind her.
Yuyin grabbed the punk girl trying to pull her skirt down, yanked her down, and with her stable legs, easily brought the girl to the ground, unceremoniously stepping on her.
Although Chen Yan was just an ordinary girl with a source energy value of 56 and no cultivation, she was quite vicious. Along with another punk, she picked up a mop and a bucket from the bathroom and hurled them at Yuyin.
However, such untrained attacks were far too slow and had too many obvious flaws. Yuyin pushed forward, and the force, fueled by her anger, was greater than she had imagined.
Crack!
The mop broke, and the mop head flew out, shattering a glass window with a loud crash.
Chen Yan was also pushed back, colliding with the punk behind her.
Yuyin stepped forward and grabbed the mop handle.
Whoosh!
She yanked it from Chen Yan’s hands, who felt as if her palm had been burned by a red-hot iron rod. Before she could scream, Yuyin held the mop handle horizontally at her side.
Whoosh!
With a sweeping motion.
No one was left standing in the entire area, except for Yuyin herself.
Seven or eight girls who were used to bullying others were now all on the ground, either covering their faces or clutching their limbs, crying out in chaos.
In fact, Yuyin was also a bit surprised. She didn’t even know how much her strength had increased; it was far greater than when she was with the boys.
Realizing the vast difference in power, she had already restrained her strength; otherwise, these girls would have suffered more than just a little pain. This wasn’t even a fight; at most, it was just a lesson for them.
Yuyin walked up to Chen Yan, who was lying on the ground and unable to get up, and glanced at her indifferently.
Chen Yan swayed but managed to get up, her facial expression twitching.
“Xia, Xia Yuyin… you wait for it!”
“You little bitch! Just wait!” Chen Yan cursed as she fled to the door. The other girls looked at Yuyin in fear, afraid she would strike again, and one by one, they left with their heads down, silent.
Yuyin casually tossed the mop handle aside.
She looked at her still slender, incredibly delicate hands. How much strength had she unknowingly gained?
“Ding Ling, successfully intimidated several bullying girls, gained 2 points of Soul Charm.”
3 Soul Charms now.
Originally a frustrating situation, but thinking of the nearly free 3 Soul Charm points, Yuyin couldn’t help but feel less angry.
She washed her hands carefully, tidied her dress a bit, and walked out of the women’s restroom.
Yuyin exited the low white building of the tennis club and headed to the tennis court, planning to take her racket home, but she saw a large crowd gathered inside and outside the court.
Inside were the girls she had just taught a lesson to, each with red and swollen faces and hands. Among them stood a tall, burly boy in a full soccer uniform, with tattoos on his thick arms—Zhang Biaoyang. Chen Yan was pitifully crying to him about something.
Outside the court, a group of boys surrounded them, all looking either tall and muscular or fierce, clearly the troublemakers who followed Zhang Biaoyang around to fight.
Zhang Biaoyang was panting, his face flushed, and suddenly he looked up, glaring at Yuyin with a fierce expression, as if he were about to lose control.
“You damn… did you hit my girlfriend?”
Zhang Biaoyang suddenly broke free from the girls trying to hold him back and charged out of the crowd with incredible speed, a gust of wind following him as he rushed towards Yuyin.