Chapter 1090 - 1090 Shanshan Side Story (17)

Chapter 1090: Shanshan Side Story (17) Chapter 1090: Shanshan Side Story (17) “I’m so full.”

Shanshan let out a cute belch and continued to lick her ice cream non-stop.

She took out her phone and saw that it was almost time to meet up.

She turned around and walked back the way she had come, naturally, without slowing down her ice cream eating.

“Beat him, beat him up.”

“They really think they can compete with us for the court? They must be tired of living.”

“Hit them, hit them hard, hahaha…”

The ruckus of cursing and fighting resounded with violence.

Shanshan paused in her steps, her faint brows slightly furrowed.

What’s going on?

Could it be that there’s a fight?

That thought sparked a flicker of curiosity in her eyes.

She followed the sound of the commotion, and after walking around the lush greenery, a Basketball Court came into view.

“Hit them, hit them hard, let’s see if they dare to come here and challenge us again.”

“Haha, boss, look at this kid, he’s even bleeding from his nose.”

In the spacious Basketball Court, a group of youths were throwing punches and kicks at two who were on the ground, their faces full of arrogant contempt.

“Grown-ups like you still like to bully the few with the many, aren’t you ashamed?” Shanshan leaned by the gate, one hand in her pocket, her cap pulled low to hide her facial expression.

Her accent was so pure, you’d think she was from Y Country.

The youths looked up at Shanshan, exchanging glances, and the one who had been called boss cracked his knuckles and stepped forward.

The youth had a golden buzz-cut, spiky like a hedgehog, with defiant eyebrows arching skyward and a smirk on his lips.

“Miss, what do you mean by that?”

Shanshan scoffed, “What I mean is I look down on you guys. Do you have bad eyes and can’t see that?”

After speaking, she took another bite of her ice cream.

The blond youth’s face darkened, and he glared at Shanshan with fierce eyes, his fists cracking, “You little brat, are you looking for trouble?”

“You’re wrong.”

Shanshan raised a finger and waved it, then stepped forward.

“It’s not me looking for trouble; it’s you who’s asking for a beating.”

Before he could react, she tossed the remaining half of her ice cream at him, hitting him right in the face.

In that instant, the air seemed to freeze, and all was silent.

The others gaped at the girl who had appeared so suddenly, their long reaction time leaving them slow to respond.

The chilly ice cream began to melt slowly on the boy’s face, looking rather pitiful.

At this moment, a certain song about being cold fits him quite well.

“My ice cream.” Shanshan said regretfully, “It’s all because your face is so hot that it melted my ice cream.”

“…”

The others were speechless.

She had smeared his face with ice cream and was blaming his high body temperature—what kind of bizarre train of thought was that?

“You crazy girl, you’re asking for it.” The blond youth angrily wiped the ice cream off his face, the sticky feeling only fueling his rage.

Shanshan whistled teasingly, “If you’re so capable, hit me.”

Repeatedly provoked, the youth could no longer hold back or he would be a coward.

He swung his fist, not caring that his opponent was a girl, aiming straight for her face.

“You little brat, today you’re going to kneel here and apologize to me.”

With a nimble bend of her waist, Shanshan easily dodged the youth’s powerful punch and hopped aside, smiling, “That’s easy, you can buy a pillow and take a nap. That way you’ll get your wish faster.”

Fantasies that can’t be realized, when muddled by sleep, may still hold a glimmer of hope.

The boy’s face flushed with anger as he aimed a kick at Shanshan.

“Crazy girl, if you have the guts, don’t dodge.”

Shanshan agilely dodged the boy’s attack, playing defense without making an offensive move, which infuriated the boy even more as the mushroom cloud of his rage grew larger.

“If I don’t dodge, should I just stand there and let you hit me? You may be dumb, but I’m certainly not.” She glanced back at the boy and made a face, “Nyah nyah nyah, big dummy.”

The others looked on in surprise as the two ran around the Basketball Court.

That girl looked to be no more than nine years old, yet she possessed such stamina.

After running around the basketball hoop twice and enduring Shanshan’s teasing, the boy bent over, hands on his knees, gasping for breath.

“You’re winded already?” Shanshan stopped in her tracks and looked at the panting boy not far away with a sly smile, “Tsk tsk, what a weakling.”

“What are you standing around for? Hurry up and catch her for me.” The blond boy was drenched in sweat and looked at the other boys with irritation as he barked his order.

The others exchanged glances and then charged at Shanshan together.

“No class.”

Shanshan pursed her lips, deftly dodging a fist coming her way and throwing a punch back at the red-haired boy’s nose with a backhand swing.

“Ah!”

A piercing shriek rang out, similar to that of slaughtering a pig.

The red-haired boy covered his nose, tears streaming down as the pain became unbearable, with warm liquid gushing from between his fingers and past his nostrils.

The bloodstains were frighteningly crimson.

“Wow, your nose is so tough.”

Shanshan blew on her hand, complaining as she spoke.

The red-haired boy was so in pain he couldn’t articulate it.

She almost broke his nasal bone and yet had the nerve to complain about his nose being tough; where was the justice in that?

“Crap, there’s no time left.”

Suddenly remembering that she had to gather, Shanshan reined in her playful spirit, her eyes quickly turning icy.

She dodged the blond boy’s fist to the side, propped herself up with one hand, and kicked each of the two boys in their abdomens with her long legs.

Then, she did a somersault and landed firmly on the ground.

Shanshan snapped her fingers and beckoned the remaining three boys with a curl of her finger.

With a smirk, she said, “Weren’t you going to beat me up?”

The remaining three boys hesitated as they glanced at their groaning companions on the ground.

“You wouldn’t happen to be chickening out, would you?” Shanshan taunted them on purpose.

The fiery-tempered boys couldn’t withstand goading, and all three struck out at Shanshan with powerful punches, intending to bring her down.

Shanshan smiled coldly, each punch landing squarely on the boys’ faces, before she grabbed them by their collars and slammed them down to the ground.

“Ouch…”

The boy with a tattoo on his arm fell to the ground, curling up and continuously wailing.

Sensing movement behind her, Shanshan scoffed and delivered a reverse kick.

The kick was swift, fierce, and accurate.

The blond boy aiming for a sneak attack clutched his abdomen as his face turned deathly pale, and then he toppled backward.

“Thump—”

The tall frame fell to the ground, stirring up a cloud of choking dust.

Looking down from her superior position at the boys strewn across the ground, Shanshan adjusted the brim of her hat, “You bunch of losers, if you’re this arrogant and bully people again, Miss here will beat you up every time she sees you.”

The wailing boys, fearful of Shanshan’s violence, inwardly cursed, wondering who was truly the arrogant one now.

“Thank you.” The two boys who had been bullied earlier supported each other and came up to Shanshan, their eyes brimming with gratitude.

Shanshan glanced at the two, who looked studious with their glasses, giving off a somewhat delicate air, no wonder they were bullied.