I'm Not Going to Be Bullied By a Girl Chapter 374 – Usage Fee

Chapter 374 – Usage Fee

The fatty, Zuo Xiong, was too devoted to stealing the bike. He didn’t even notice the cla.s.s leader and I get closer before I spoke.

Hurry up and stop! If you take the seat and only leave a steel pipe, what if the cla.s.s leader sat directly on it since it’s already dark out (although the chances are slim), what if she gets injured?

His body trembled when he heard my shout, then he looked at me with gloom.

He didn’t recognize me at first since I was still wearing my sungla.s.ses. It was the cla.s.s leader who was standing behind me that made him panic.

Ah, what a familiar sight. The cla.s.s leader is finally using her special of gaze of looking at someone as if they were trash on someone else other than me.

Zuo Xiong received a large psychological blow when he saw the girl he likes look at him with contempt. He abandoned the bike seat and ran away. He shouted out loud while running away:

“I’m not Zuo Xiong, you got the wrong person!”

No one even said you were Zuo Xiong, why are you revealing it by yourself?

“Should I chase him?” Since I was holding a lot of stuff, I asked the cla.s.s leader for her opinion.

“No need.” The cla.s.s leader sighed, “It’s not like he took the seat off…”

A new situation occurred after she spoke.

Right when Zuo Xiong was escaping with a wrench in his hands, there was coincidentally a traffic police officer dealing with a DUI driver. Zuo Xiong collided right into the officer.

The police officer was a lanky newbie who was getting nervous when the DUI driver threatened him by saying he has connections. It didn’t really matter that Zuo Xiong collided into him, but the wrench in his hands scared the officer.

“Ah, a.s.saulting an officer?”

The police officer said as he reached for the baton on his waist.

“It’s a misunderstanding, I’m not a.s.saulting an officer!”

Zuo Xiong ran away crying and screaming. The DUI driver took the chance to slam on the gas and escape, but he crashed right into Zui Xiong and sent him flying onto a cart of watermelon. The scattered watermelon dyed his entire body in red juice.

Since Zuo Xiong is a schoolmate and human life is beyond value, the cla.s.s leader ran ahead first to take a look.

I followed up from behind and saw Zuo Xiong lying on a cart of scattered and broken watermelons. He might have a mild concussion and he thought he was a goner when he saw his body dyed red.

Zuo Xiong reached out one of his trembling hands towards the cla.s.s leader, but she took one step back in disgust.

“Is this 120 (Ambulance), there’s someone here who was. .h.i.t by a car. The location is…”

The cla.s.s leader still made a call for the emergency care services.

Seeing as the cla.s.s leader ignored him, Zuo Xiong turned towards me and said:

“A doctor told me I had high blood sugar during a physical but I didn’t believe him, but I never expected my blood was actually sweet…”

That’s watermelon juice, not blood. Since the cla.s.s leader was the one who called the emergency services, the watermelon vendor was currently pestering the cla.s.s leader hoping she could repay him.

The cla.s.s leader explained to the watermelon vendor: “In traffic accidents, the culprits are the ones who have to take full responsibility.”

After hearing the cla.s.s leader, the vendor went to pester the DUI truck driver.

“Pay me for the watermelons!” The vendor tried to block off the escaping truck driver while holding a melon knife, “Don’t even think about leaving without paying at least a couple thousand.”

The driver who was wearing a sweaty s.h.i.+rt filled with the stench of alcohol said: “Do you think you’re selling Xinjiang cakes?”

“Put away the knife.” the police stepped between the two men, “Let’s finish the discussion in the police station.”

Zuo Xiong believed he would soon be leaving the world as he lied in the watermelon remains. He continued to speak to me in a dazed state:

“I can’t receive Sha Sha’s love in this life, but in the next life, I’ll definitely become…”

Don’t call the cla.s.s leader with such a corny nickname. According to Shu Zhe, only her parents call her Sha Sha.

“In the next life, I’ll definitely become…. Sha Sha’s bike seat…”

A bike seat? If you’re going to die, at least make a more ambitious dream!

After finis.h.i.+ng his sentence, he turned his neck and die…. no, fainted.

I thought since Zuo Xiong’s family name was Zuo (TL: Zuo means left), his face should be facing the left, so I helped him correct the mistake.

I turned around and wanted to get credit from the OCD cla.s.s leader, but she didn’t notice my actions.

I then remembered something important. I pa.s.sed the two bags temporarily to the cla.s.s leader and retrieved the wrench from Zuo Xiong’s hands. I returned to the cla.s.s leader’s bike and tightened the bolts under the bike seat.

“Now it’s safe.” I patted the bike seat and waited for praise from the cla.s.s leader.

Huh, it looks like the cla.s.s leader doesn’t really want to praise me. Did it look like I had perverted intentions when I patted the cla.s.s leader’s bike seat?

The cla.s.s leader coughed quietly and reminded me: “You can return his wrench.”

I glanced at the scene of the accident. Since there was a hospital nearby, the ambulance had already arrived and Zuo Xiong was being lifted into the ambulance.

“Why would you return it, so he can come back to remove your seat?” I teased her, “I already did him a big favor by removing the evidence of him a.s.saulting a police officer.”

Thus I put the lethal weapon into my shoulder bag.

The cla.s.s leader didn’t say anything else. She put her stuff in the cart on her bike and began riding away.

“It’s the weekend tomorrow. Don’t only focus on having fun, make sure to finish your homework.”

She warned as she rode away.

“Will you let me touch your b.u.t.t if I finish all my homework?”

I thought in my head as she rode away while nodding my head.

It was already eight when I checked my watch. I quickly called a cab to head to my dad’s hotel, otherwise the signature would have to wait until tomorrow.

Since the cla.s.s leader took the last bottle of sport drink. I was a bit thirsty and sat through the car ride without speaking much to the driver.

We soon arrived in front of the hotel. It was a bit dark inside the car, so I took off my sungla.s.ses to look for money in my bag.

The previously cheerful driver s.h.i.+vered as he saw my appearance through the rear view mirror.

Man, this wrench really gets in the way, I shouldn’t have put it in my bag.

I first got the wrench out of my bag.

The driver was already feeling nervous, but he started sweating bullets when he saw the wrench and begged:

“I don’t need any money, please forgive me!”

“I have an 80 year old mother and a wife and child who’s not even a month old. They would all starve to death if you take my life!”

Why are you treating me as a murderer? In the end, I still gave the money to the driver and also handed him the wrench. I patted his shoulder and said:

“Driver, you can keep the wrench for self-protection.”

The driver was moved and said to me with tears:

“I never thought there would be good people in organized crime too.”

d.a.m.n, give the wrench back. Don’t step on the pedal and speed away as if I’m going to fill your car with bullet holes!

Anyway, it was my first time at this hotel. Maybe it’s because it’s located near the East District University, a lot of university couples would open rooms here.

In order to not be mistaken as a wanted criminal, I wore the sungla.s.ses again.

The front desk was pretty relaxed since they were busy checking in couples. All I told them was that I was looking for my dad and told them his room number and they let me through.

In order to train my body, I took the stairs to the second floor instead of the elevator.

Right as I reached my dad’s door and was about to knock, I heard a women’s voice.

Ah, so my dad was finally influenced by Director Cao and called a prost.i.tute. Not only did he call a prost.i.tute, he’s refusing to pay. Although I have some money in my wallet, it’s kind of overboard letting a son pay for his dad’s prost.i.tute fees.

But after listening closely, it seems the women was Auntie Ren.

“Return the necklace. It was something my mother left for me and has a lot of sentimental value.”

The other yes-man voice was obviously my father.

“I never took your necklace. Maybe you lost it somewhere else?”

“No, I never take it off even when I sleep. It must have been Sat.u.r.day night… when it got shook off. You must have hid it!”

“I didn’t… if it’s a silver necklace, it might have been taken by the cleaners…”

“Then go and get the security footage, I want to see who took it.”

“Um… I don’t think there are cameras in rooms. Otherwise, what we did on Sat.u.r.day night would have been all recorded…”

“Shut up, didn’t I say to not mention it?”

“Yes, yes…”

“Yes, what? Are you having improper thoughts about me? Why did you invite me out for a meal?”

“No reason. I just wanted to get closer since we are old neighbors.”

“What old neighbors? There’s no relations.h.i.+p between us, do you think I would actually like you?”

“…..”

“Listen closely. Don’t you sell adult goods? Last Sat.u.r.day night, I only treated you as an adult toy and used you once.”

My dad feebly reminded her: “It was four times…”

I could even imagine Auntie Ren’s face flush red from behind the door.

“So what if it was four times, or are you asking me to pay?”

“No, even if there was a fee, it would be me paying…”

“What did you say?”

“No, nothing, I said I was wrong…”

My dad admitted his mistake again and it really made his Spartan son embarra.s.sed.