The Cannon Fodder NPC Went Too Far [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 35

Chapter 35

“This is our new transfer student, Xu Lu Xi. Let’s give her a warm round of applause.” Amidst sparse applause, the young Xu Lu Xi raised a docile smile.

“I heard from my mom that she’s a child without a father. And her mother isn’t a decent person.”

“Ah, how can someone not have a father? That’s so pitiful.”

“What does ‘not a decent person’ mean? Doesn’t she have a job?”

“How would I know? That’s what my mom said. It’s definitely not a good meaning. Let’s not play with her.”

The children chattered together. Perhaps because of their innocent honesty, they spoke directly without hiding their malice.

Little Xu Lu Xi’s eyelashes trembled slightly. She sat alone in her seat obediently, seriously writing her homework with a pencil.

Whether it was during break, after school, or during gym class, she was always alone.

Campus bullying never started with verbal or physical insults; it began with endless indifference and isolation.

What’s wrong with not playing with the new transfer student? What’s wrong with not letting your good friend play with her? If you ask further, the child is just solitary and quiet. Should my child have to accommodate her?

The children laughed and ran out of sight. Xu Lu Xi pursed her lips, quietly pulled out her small sharpening knife, and repeatedly scored the already scarred wooden desk.

“Look at your mom, always fawning over everyone. I didn’t believe it at first. But now, hmpf, your mom is a fox spirit. Who is she trying to hook at the parent-teacher conference today?”

“No wonder your dad died so early. Could he live any longer with a Pan Jinlian like your mom? As the saying goes, ‘like father, like son,’ what good are you? And you’re a good student? Studying so hard, what is your plan? To follow your mom’s career and hook someone later? Today, we’ll administer divine justice.”

Punches, some heavy and some light, struck Xu Lu Xi’s fragile body. Amidst the pushing and shoving, Xu Lu Xi uncontrollably lunged forward, her knees hitting the ground hard. She supported herself with her hands, raising her eyes.

Her lips were pale, and a gloomy, deadly pallor hung over her brow. Water dripped from the ends of her dark hair. Her amber eyes were cold and ruthless, like a bloodthirsty beast roaring through the gaps of the phosphorescent light.

Just because her father went out and died of a venereal disease, did she and her mother have to live on a pillar of shame forever? Why? He deserved to die!

She followed her mother from a small village to a town, and then to the city, relying on the very subservience and ingratiating behavior that they looked down on.

Later, she would step on the path her mother paved for her, going to big cities, to the capital, to places they couldn’t reach.

Why couldn’t her mother climb higher? Why couldn’t she climb higher? Why were they born to be trampled underfoot?

He deserved to die! She deserved to die! He deserved to die! Everyone in front of her deserved to die! She wished they would all die now. She wished she could tear them limb from limb!

Perhaps it was Xu Lu Xi’s overly gloomy and low gaze, but she was beaten even more severely.

The more sullen the expression, the more intense the resistance, the heavier the beating.

So, without being taught, she learned to pretend. Not only did she pretend in front of her mother and teachers, but she also pretended when being bullied and abused.

As long as her outward appearance was docile and submissive, and she seemed incapable of resistance, the lighter the beating she received. Slowly, they would lose interest.

This was the best way the young Xu Lu Xi could think of to protect herself.

Blind weakness and concession would only result in the bullies escalating their torment.

However, the premise of resistance is the unconditional support and backing of parents. It requires a lot of love.

She didn’t have it.

Her mother didn’t love her as much as she thought. If she talked too much, her mother would only find her troublesome and tell her to find the reason within herself.

Her mother would only tell her to retreat a little, then a little more. Wait until she settled down and found a strong backer, then she wouldn’t be bullied anymore.

What a joke. Her first half of life was ruined by her dead biological father. Did she have to rely on men for the second half? Was she so sure they would protect their mother and daughter?

She didn’t believe it. Relying on them was worse than relying on herself. So, she studied desperately, fiercely, just to completely escape them one day.

To escape that absurd vicious cycle.

In fact, she was the same: she loved herself the most.

She coldly watched her mother smile and test one man after another. She had struggled, she had been confused, and then step-by-step, she had succumbed.

So what if she found a rich and powerful man willing to marry her? Was she happy now? Was this the life she had imagined? She still had to sacrifice herself and her daughter to please him, flatter him, and consolidate her status.

Their relationship was an absurdity. She was her mother’s last card for turning her life around. Her mother fed her, clothed her, provided for her education, gritting her teeth to give her the best educational resources. Even though those people despised her as a burden, her mother never abandoned her.

Because she was smart, had good grades, could get into a good university, and could elevate her mother to a higher class from another level. But her mother didn’t have much love for her.

In her eyes, this was an investment, an investment that was no different from her dealings with those men.

No matter how disgusted and repulsed she was by this relationship, she had to admit that all her educational resources were built on her mother’s bl00d and sweat. She drank her bl00d and ate her flesh to get into the high school with the best teaching resources in the city.

She owed her mother a debt of gratitude. Everything that followed would be as her mother wished.

They would be entangled this way for a lifetime, yet estranged in their hearts.

Until she met Gu Ao Yu.

She was the first person to tell her that she should resist when facing bullying.

She was also the first person to protect her with concrete actions.

Asking for no thanks, no reward, and not even liking her.

She had fantasized countless times about picking up her phone, dialing the police, and seeing a group of solemn, formidable figures in uniform, bathed in light, charging toward them without hesitation, easily capturing and convicting them.

Even though she knew the hope was slim. Cases of campus bullying were hard to define. Even with evidence, it was difficult to bring them to justice.

They were still children under 16.

She thought, for a person who hated bullying so much, she even entertained the idea of being bullied by her to gain her attention. Perhaps, subconsciously, she knew that such a person would never bully the weak.

“Gu Ao Yu, are you sick? I told you to hit Su Nuo Nuo. Why are you splashing me?” The male lead was tricked into the restroom. Before he even saw the person, a bucket of water splashed all over him.

“I’m hitting you.” Gu Ao Yu flew in with a punch, smashing it into the male lead’s right cheek. Then, she kicked the knee of the hoodlum beside her, swiftly turned around, and fiercely punched another hoodlum’s nose bridge.

The male lead stumbled back a few steps, finally realizing he had been played. His face flushed red, and he roared:

“Gu Ao Yu, you actually dare to hit me! Do you believe I’ll call people right now to kill you?”

“Tsk, anyone can talk big. Let’s see if your people are faster or my fists are faster.” Facing the fists surging from all directions, Gu Ao Yu was completely unfazed. She dodged and blocked. The hoodlums were bulky and inflexible, so she used her agility advantage, darting around like a leopard, even having the spare energy to mock them.

“Hurry up, you wastes! You can’t even take one person down!” The sound of various items flying around filled the air. As the hoodlums scrambled to avoid the attacks from the broom and mop, Gu Ao Yu seized the opportunity, dashed to the male lead, and punched him repeatedly.

“What piece of trash! You dare call yourself a campus tyrant. You dog who bullies the weak, I’ll hit you every time I see you. From now on, when you see me, you’d better respectfully call me Boss, got it?”

The sound of punches connecting with flesh, heavy gasping, and painful curses permeated the restroom.

“You…” The male lead raised his arms to block her attacks. Gu Ao Yu’s left hook, right hook, every punch was fierce, as if she were a trained fighter. He was beaten back steadily. With a loud bang, he hit the door.

The male lead finally reacted, violently yanked open the restroom door, and fled outside in disgrace, covered by his hoodlum subordinates. As he ran, he didn’t forget to issue a threat.

“Gu Ao Yu, you just wait for me. I will definitely not let you off!”

“Alright, I’ll wait. Just try not to run away so miserably next time.” Gu Ao Yu sneered, lazily leaning against the door, gently wiping away the bl00d oozing from the corner of her mouth.

Tears sprang from Xu Lu Xi’s eyes without warning. Large drops streamed down, blurring her vision. She rushed toward Gu Ao Yu, extending her trembling hands, wanting to touch her wounds, but afraid of hurting her, she could only hover helplessly in mid-air.

“Didn’t I tell you to leave first? Why are you still here?” Gu Ao Yu carelessly rubbed the few bloody wounds on her body, casually wiping away the seeping bl00d with her finger.

If the original host wasn’t so weak, why would she be injured from such a small amount of exercise? She was the famous campus tyrant, after all.

Her slender shoulders shook violently, and stifled sobs escaped from the depths of her throat. Xu Lu Xi bit her lip, trying to stop herself, but for some reason, she cried even harder.

“I’m fine. Why are you crying? Stop crying.” Gu Ao Yu sighed. She was the one who was hurt, and she wasn’t crying, so why was Xu Lu Xi crying?

She usually despised people who were weak, small, and only knew how to cry, but for some reason, seeing Xu Lu Xi’s tears falling endlessly, she didn’t feel her usual impatience.

Perhaps it was the genuine distress in Xu Lu Xi’s tearful eyes.

Xu Lu Xi stubbornly took out the first-aid kit she had prepared earlier, picked up a cotton swab, applied alcohol to disinfect Gu Ao Yu’s wounds, and then applied the medication.

Gu Ao Yu waved her hand dismissively. Injuries like this would heal in a day or two. Xu Lu Xi’s tears poured down again, splattering onto the floor.

Gu Ao Yu finally gave in, turning her head away, letting her fuss.

What kind of campus tyrant wears bandages? Not domineering at all.

Xu Lu Xi tenderly blew on the exposed red flesh of Gu Ao Yu’s wounds. Her wet eyelashes fluttered.

She thought that now she no longer had to beg or pray. She had found her.

She loved her so much, and she loved everyone in the world.

Xu Lu Xi asked for nothing, wishing only for Gu Ao Yu’s peace and well-being, wishing only for a glimpse of her under her lazy, lowered gaze.