I'm Not Going to Be Bullied By a Girl

After all, children will always be children. After Ai Mi talked a while, her eyes gradually began to close.

Although the bedding was changed, the pillow was still the same buckwheat pillow. The one in the middle of the bed was used by me as a hug pillow.

There are some psychological studies that say a person who sleeps with a hug pillow is insecure. I personally feel that this argument is somewhat reasonable, but it’s embarrassing how I can’t change this habit.

When I was going to take the pillow away, Ai Mi rolled over and grabbed onto the pillow with her arms and legs.

“I don’t want to play violin anymore...”

She wrinkled her brows while talking in her sleep. She clenched the pillow tighter as if it was Winnie the Pooh that she usually uses to go to sleep.

The pitter patter sound of rain from outside was not irritating, but instead, it was rather calming.

Ai Mi’s brow gradually relaxed. She pressed the hug pillow against her stomach. Her chin was pressed against the upper part of the pillow, and her knees pressed against the lower part of the pillow. Her sleeping position was kind of like a kitten.

In an instant, it seems as if the air inside the house became lighter because of Ai Mi. I’m not sure how Bruce Lee and Stallone would feel guarding a little girl’s sleep.

I gently placed a blanket over Ai Mi, then closed the light and walked out quietly.

Good night, little fellow.

I said quietly in my mind. Ai Mi ‘s look while sleeping reminds me of a pet I had when I was a child. After she fell asleep, she was also beautiful, so innocent, and exhausted.

If they don’t want money, then they must want your body?

Do you refuse to believe in a third possibility? “Anyone who tries to get near you must have ulterior motives.” How did you even survive your childhood? I have an AV commentator as a dad, but I was still able to make some friends on the basketball team.

I always feel that the third possibility still exists. There will always be people who won’t care about your wealth or your appearance. Even your name might not be important to him. He cares about you, cherishes you, he just wants to see you happy and doesn’t want to see you sad.

Of course, the traits I listed above generally appear between an owner and his pet, or congenial friends, or extremely close relatives.

As for the relationship between men and women, I seriously doubt the authenticity of a relationship built from attraction towards each others’ bodies or having a lot of money.

I couldn’t get used to sleeping on the double bed of the big bedroom. I involuntarily started to think about the proposition of life.

My life should have began this bed. According to what my father said once when he was drunk, my mother became pregnant with me on this bed. At that time, I was only a fertilized egg.

I am lying here again after I have grown this tall and strong. There is a strange dizzying sense of the cycle of life and a fault in time.

My life began on this bed, but where will it end?

It began to rain even harder outside.

I didn’t close the curtains. I stared at the raindrops falling from the sky with open eyes.

This kind of pouring rain reminds me of the first time where I met and fought the boss of 28 Middle.

It was also raining that day. I was holding a black umbrella and standing outside the school walls. I was in a daze staring at a kitten who was hiding under the eavestrough.

Everyone was anxious to go home because it was raining, so they all walked very fast. A short male student holding a yellow translucent umbrella couldn’t see the road because the rain covered his glasses. He accidentally bumped into my back and fell backwards.

When he fell, he screamed and scared away the kitten. That’s when I recovered my senses and offered my hand to the featherweight classmate.

I didn’t expect that after he wiped his glasses and saw my face, he would immediately scream: “Don’t, don’t hit me! It was an accident!”

Yes, my expression was already very fierce in my first year. Due to my height, it didn’t look like we were in the same grade.

At this moment, a third year holding a black umbrella appeared. He was not very tall, but his chest was wide and his limbs were sturdy. His tanned skin made it seem like he was born in Hawaii. His eyes protruded outwards a bit but it was full of strength.

Later, I found out he was publicly known as the boss of 28 Middle. What he loved doing was to maintain school order and punish evil.

I thought it was pretty dumb. As for the school bosses I’ve seen before, it was good enough as long as they don’t demand protection fees or bully others. But he actually thinks he is a security guard and is obliged to maintain law and order. I suspect that when he was a child, he grew up watching Ultraman Tiga, so he decided to be a messenger of justice and wants to get involved whenever he sees anything unfair.

He saw the disparity in size between me and the boy on the ground. The boy was also begging for mercy, so he thought I was bullying my junior.

So he shouted: “Don’t bully your juniors!”

There are two things I hate the most. The first is being bullied, and the second is being wrongly accused.

Now you are accusing me of bullying someone, that’s equivalent to doing those two things I hate simultaneously.

We started to fight without exchanging many words. We exchanged blows in the pouring rain, each punch and kick carried an arc of rain.

His body was sturdy and he had more experience. As someone who was only recently determined to succeed, I was not his opponent.

But I didn’t admit defeat. I have already been bullied enough by the Little Tyrant. Other than the Little Tyrant, I won’t stand being bullied anymore!

That’s why I fought an abnormally long fight. I climbed back up from the muddy ground several times while holding my gut. In order to maintain my dignity, I actually prepared to die in that seemingly meaningless battle. I finally grazed his forehead and made him bleed a little, then fell to the ground gasping for air.

At this time, the thin boy told him the truth. He thought something was off so he asked me, who was lying on the ground, why didn’t I explain myself and why was I so desperate.

I didn’t say anything, I just stared blankly at the two black umbrellas that had rolled away in the wind and rain.

I don’t know why, but he started to train me because he made a candidate for the next boss of 28 Middle.

There wasn’t really any advantage in following him, so he didn’t have many underlings. Even if you included me, he only had three.

I didn’t really respect him much. I didn’t even remember his full name. I only remember that he had a “gang” in his name and people called him “Bro Gang”.

Both friends and enemies would make jokes with this name. For example, there was a group of small gangsters that said to Gang Ge:

“Huh? You just cut it off? Why are you still coming out after you cut it off! Go home and practice “Kui Hua Bao Dian”! (TN: Martial art for eunuchs)

Both sides laughed, then Bro Gang took his followers and gave the other side a beating.

I often only appear next to them, but I didn’t fight. Bro Gang always said I was young, he brought me to see the world and see what sinister tricks the other side will use. Then, when I come out myself, I won’t fall for these tricks. contemporary romance

But the opponents always considered me as a part of Bro Gang’s group. In their eyes, I was a part of the fight at the construction site, I was also a part of the negotiation behind Shuang Xi restaurant... Since I never fought, they thought I was the weakest one, so they ambushed me when I was alone.

Now that I think about it, those people turned into experience points for my level up!

The next day, I went to school with a swollen face and Bro Gang asked what happened. I told him that three people surrounded me, two were beaten by me, but the last one escaped.

So Bro Gang immediately organized a group of people to avenge me, we repeated this again and again in a vicious circle, and finally my notoriety spread like wildfire.

Most of the rumors about me brawling or joining the triads appeared at that time. I wasn’t able to make a friend in the class, but I didn’t care, as long as no one dares to bully me.

All the way until Bro Gang and his followers graduated, our relationship wasn’t that close. One of the reasons was because he always called me “Xiao Ye Zi”. Another reason was even more ridiculous. When Bro Gang took us out for barbecue, he would drink beer with his followers, but he only let me drink cola.

“Why can’t I drink beer?” I stubbornly grabbed onto the bottle of beer in front of Bro Gang.

Gang brother held the bottle firmly with one hand and prevented me from taking it away. He said to me in the same way he would speak to a younger brother:

“It’s easy to make a mistake after drinking and it’s not good for your body. You’re different from us since you’re smarter, maybe you might make it big in the future.”

At the time, I was dissatisfied with his words. I thought that they looked down on me because I was younger than them.

Later, after they graduated. I don’t know why my heart felt empty, but the box of weapons that Bro Gang gave me was quite full.

I haven’t seen them since then. I heard that they were admitted to an irregular high school. They still drink and fight every day, not really doing anything good.

A flash of lightning suddenly appeared outside the window, followed by an earth-shattering boom of thunder.

The rumbling thunder continued for a long time, the frequent raindrops were caught by the northwest wind, smashing violently against the window.

What a violent stormy night! My heart was like wild horse raising its hooves and galloping towards the sky covered with lightning. I really want to see the scenery above the clouds. Will you not feel lonely anymore after you reach there?

“Click”, I heard the door of the big bedroom open.

I found Ai Mi standing in the doorway with teary eyes. She was bare footed, and the blanket in her arms had reached the ground.

“There’s thunder outside!” Her lips trembled a lot. “Such big thunder, will there be a tornado!?”

“There won’t be a tornado! That’s something unique to the United States! Don’t you know that men and women should keep their distance? Go back to your own room!”

I warned sternly.

Ai Mi not only did not listen to me, but walked over to me.

“Don’t, don’t chase me back!” Her blue eyes flashed with fear. “Let me sleep on your side! Just stay with me. You don’t have to do anything! I... am a little bit... towards thunder...”

Ai Mi’s two feet could barely support a small weight. She cautiously climbed onto the bed before I was able to refuse.

Even if I didn’t touch her directly, I could feel Ai Mi’s trembles from the mattress.

It seems that she’s really afraid of thunder! She’s completely different than Xiao Qin who wanted to attack me at night, is Ai Mi really only asking for help?

I looked at her face and saw that she closed her eyes tightly. It was almost as if she wanted to bite down on the blanket with her teeth and curl up her body like dried shrimp.

I didn’t chase her away because I became softhearted after looking at her. I also gave her one of the two pillows that was on the bed. This is bad, I’ve lost the hug pillow that I took out.

If she behaves, it doesn’t matter if she sleeps next to me. I’ll just pretend a kitten or puppy is sleeping next to me.

The sound of the rain increased, and the lightning and thunder were endless. Even I can’t sleep.

No, the main reason is because the hug pillow is gone. If I don’t have a hug pillow, it takes an extra hour or two longer to fall asleep.

Although it is not impossible to go to the neighboring room to get a pillow, but wouldn’t it be embarrassing if Ai Mi knows that I can’t live without a hug pillow?

After thinking and hesitating for a while, I suddenly felt a smooth hand touch me.

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