You Are Really No Match For Me [Fighting] - Chapter 46
With Chu Lanzhao’s bodyguard team escorting them, the medical team finally broke through the blockade and entered the teaching building.
At the same time, the sound of crying and hurried footsteps drew closer.
Reporters, students, parents, as well as bloggers and onlookers who had rushed over after seeing the videos online, were all crowding outside the yellow tape, craning their necks in anticipation.
“Look, they’re coming out!”
The first to be escorted out by the SWAT team were the students. Immediately after, An Ke—her face covered with a jacket—and four security guards came out under the escort of Wang Ronglin.
A tabloid reporter, holding up a microphone, rushed forward, her cameraman carrying the camera close behind.
“Captain Wang, what’s your take on the injury incident at Morris Academy?”
“Captain Wang, can you disclose the current casualties?”
The medical team soon followed, escorting two students. One was wearing a respirator, surrounded by a group of bodyguards and medical staff, with Chu Lanzhao personally accompanying.
The other was completely covered with a white sheet, carried by two people in white coats.
The young reporter twisted her waist, deliberately bumping forward with her chest, trying to squeeze past the SWAT officers to get closer to the stretcher.
The SWAT officer blocking her was momentarily caught off guard by her shameless tactics and found it hard to lay hands on her.
Her cameraman also tried to take advantage of the gap, charging forward with the camera. Just as he was about to capture a shot, Jin Mu pressed down hard on the lens and directly shut off the recording.
“What are you doing?” The cameraman tried to restart the device, only to be stopped by Jin Mu again.
“I said, no filming.” Jin Mu’s gaze made the cameraman shudder. In the end, he didn’t dare turn it back on, and could only glance pleadingly at the reporter.
The young reporter, meanwhile, was badgering Ding Shu relentlessly across the SWAT line.
Ding Shu was wearing a white coat, a protective mask, and acrylic gloves soaked with bl00d—the unmistakable look of a key eyewitness. That was exactly why the reporter had locked onto him.
“Doctor, what’s the student’s condition now? How severe are the injuries?”
“The one completely covered by the white cloth—does that mean confirmed death? Can it be said it’s one dead, one injured?”
Ding Shu was just about to answer when Fu Mingxin stepped in front of him:
“The injured have not yet undergone a full examination. Please do not obstruct official duties. For details, follow updates on the Criminal Police Division’s website.”
The cameraman tugged at the reporter’s sleeve when he saw she wasn’t responding.
“Don’t pull me!”
“Xiaolu-jie!”
“I said don’t pull me!”
The reporter, named Jiang Lu, grew impatient at the tugging. Just as she was about to shake him off, she looked up—and met a figure dressed in white.
At the end of June, with temperatures near 35°C, even Jiang Lu was sweating through her breathable suit, but the man before her—wearing a white T-shirt and gold-rimmed glasses—made her feel as if she were suddenly sitting beside an icy spring, or meditating atop a frozen mountain.
His golden pupils carried a chill that instantly dispersed the surrounding heat.
With her sharp instincts honed from years of prowling nightclubs, Jiang Lu immediately judged: this man was absolutely top tier—an irresistible “god-tier” catch for both men and women.
Her gaze discreetly swept him up and down, as meticulously as a grader checking a perfect exam paper:
A flawless facial profile, thin lips pressed tightly, a high-bridged nose, a sexy Adam’s apple, faintly visible pectorals, and powerful biceps ready to burst with strength.
This wasn’t some “gym chicken” body built with protein shakes, but the lean, lethal physique of someone forged in real combat.
Her eyes continued downward: bulging veins on his arms, long and strong fingers, the shadow of leg muscles beneath loose blue shorts, and finally down to the angular ankle peeking out between white sneakers and boat socks.
Jiang Lu scored him a perfect 100 in her mind, and even added a 50-point bonus for presentation.
The more handsome the man, the more likely he was a jerk—especially straight men. But that aloof, “don’t-come-near” look was exactly what Jiang Lu loved. The thrill was in conquering him!
If she could get him, it would be like glaciers melting, volcanoes erupting, an old house catching fire and burning all day. Just the thought made her salivate. Even a single night would be enough to brag about for the rest of her life, to gossip over with her girlfriends even in her old age.
Her mind was racing, but in reality, she had only looked once before calmly checking her own “stats.”
Today she wore a fitted professional suit, her makeup flawless down to the pores, blush and lipstick perfectly matched—her condition was impeccable. She gave herself a perfect 100 as well.
Jiang Lu lifted her professional smile and gracefully extended her hand:
“Hello, handsome, I’m Jiang Lu.”
But the man was unmoved, replying coolly, “Jin Mu. I’ve got things to do, excuse me.”
Even his voice was pleasant—Jiang Lu quickly added another 10 points.
In that instant, she completely forgot about the “gym chicken guy” from before. Her whole mind was now focused on how to reel in this man. This couldn’t just be a one-night stand; it had to be long-term, slow and steady…
With that thought, Jiang Lu even forgot her interview and hurried after him to ask for his contact.
But by the time the police cars pulled away, the perfect man had already vanished behind several vehicles.
Just as Jiang Lu was about to pack up her mic, she spotted five or six tall, striking young men and women walking past her. Aside from one tanned, still-boyish-looking half-grown kid, a short girl, and one tastelessly dressed “loser guy” that made Jiang Lu want to gouge out her own eyes, every single one of them had the looks to go instantly viral.
A closer look revealed they were all familiar faces: not only that “gym chicken guy” with his girlfriend, but also two professional fighters.
If Wang Jiasong knew Jiang Lu called him a “gym chicken,” he’d be furious. He was clearly muscle-type—sure, he drank protein shakes, but his muscles weren’t for show. He had real strength, enough to knock down several men. He had, after all, contributed to subduing the security guards earlier.
But Wang Jiasong didn’t get the chance to defend himself, because Jiang Lu was already swaying over like a butterfly, greeting them.
“Hi, hello there.”
“Oh, it’s you,” Su Xi greeted.
Wang Jiasong gave her a glance. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m a reporter. Why are you guys coming down from the building? Do you have any thoughts on the attack? Was the scene really bloody?”
It was a leading question. With so much bl00d on Ding Shu’s gloves, of course the scene had been bloody. All she needed was one careless confirmation.
Wang Jiasong’s face immediately turned green. He followed her lead and blurted:
“You have no idea, it was bloody as hell, I was like boo-hoo-hoo—”
Su Xi quickly covered his mouth. “We don’t know anything. Why don’t you ask Captain Wang?”
Her little scheme failed, but Jiang Lu wasn’t discouraged.
She moved the mic to Xie Fei. “Scorpion Girl, hi. A month ago, didn’t you lose to Miss Jin Yu? Why did you choose to cooperate with her in the auditions?”
The auditions had only wrapped filming today—were they already famous enough to be chased by tabloid reporters?
Xie Fei’s mind raced with wild thoughts. She cast a not-so-subtle glance at Jin Yu beside her and forced a laugh. “We were just sparring, haha. We’re friends.”
“Really? I heard you went back in a rage afterward, smashing up a lot of things. Rumor has it you even used a burner account to bad-mouth Jin Yu under her videos.”
Jiang Lu truly lived up to her tabloid title. Whether crime scenes or celebrity gossip, every question she asked was sharp enough to make people want to hit her.
Xie Fei’s eyes twitched—every word was true—but she kept silent. She was guilty as charged.
“Xiao Yu-jie, I… I…”
“It’s fine. I’m not angry. It’s all in the past.”
Xie Fei’s heart settled. But then Xiao Bai, from two people away, drawled:
“So you really did it?”
Xie Fei’s face instantly cycled through a Sichuan opera mask change: white to green to red, before she dropped her head and muttered, “I was wrong, okay? You’ll forgive me, right?”
She batted her lashes in a cutesy plea.
Xiao Bai immediately jabbed: “Stop blinking, your eyelashes are falling off.”
“You—!”
No one was actually mad, so Xie Fei pretended anger to cover her embarrassment, shouting, “You damn brat, will you die if you shut up?”
Jiang Lu, still relentless, asked one last question: “Do you all know Jin Mu? The man earlier with gold-rimmed glasses and golden eyes?”
Everyone turned to look at Jin Yu. Only then did Jiang Lu notice they were wearing the same clothing brand.
Jin Yu’s mouth twitched. Under the group’s eager gazes, she coughed lightly and, a bit embarrassed, replied:
“Do you need something from him?”
“Can you give me his contact info?”
Oh ho—trying to snatch someone.
Everyone present could see the chemistry between Jin Mu and Jin Yu, though the two acted as if nothing was going on. And now here came someone, bold enough to ask right in front of the “main party.”
Su Xi squeezed Wang Jiasong’s arm, struggling to hold back her excitement. Wang Jiasong and Wang Da exchanged glances, both ready to enjoy the drama.
Even Xie Fei and Xiao Bai, still half-arguing, perked their ears to listen.
Jin Yu hesitated, watching Jiang Lu’s expectant face. In the end, she shook her head. “I can’t.”
Seeing her hesitation, Jiang Lu realized the two weren’t actually dating yet. So she pressed: “Why not? You two aren’t a couple yet, are you?”
Jin Yu could only reply, “Ask him yourself.” Then she quickened her pace, eventually breaking into a run.
“Xiao Yu-jiejie, wait for me!” Su Wanying chased after her. Su Xi whistled excitedly in place. Jiang Lu just rolled her eyes toward the sky.
Damn it. Finally found someone she liked, and as always—taken.
And not just taken, but taken by someone just as good-looking, with a figure no worse than hers. Was she doomed to be single forever?
Forget it. Maybe she was better suited to one-night stands anyway. Tonight, she’d go for it!
Seeing her dejected look, Su Xi comforted her: “Don’t be discouraged. Three-legged toads are hard to find, but two-legged men are everywhere.”
Xiao Bai chimed in: “Pretty sister, look at me—I’m willing to date you.”
Jiang Lu shot back with a mocking smile: “Sorry, I don’t eat junk food.”
That one hit hard. Xiao Bai screeched: “Who are you calling junk? Say it again—who’s junk?”
Jiang Lu ignored him, swaying off with a disdainful look.
Xiao Bai wanted to chase after her to argue, but a few car horns sounded from afar—it was Jin Mu calling them.
Still indignant, Xiao Bai insisted on asking each of them in turn:
“Am I not handsome?”
Su Xi only smiled without answering.
Wang Jiasong said, “Not ugly.” (But not handsome either.)
From the car window, Jin Yu showed half her face with a faint smile: “I think you have your merits—like that smart little brain of yours.”
An evasive, non-answer.
Xiao Bai turned his sharp gaze to Wang Da. Wang Da instantly broke into a wide smile, earnestly saying: “I think you’re handsome.”
But Xiao Bai retorted: “All you do is flatter. You’d say a burnt kebab was delicious—I don’t believe you.”
Great, the only one who called him handsome got rejected too.
Finally it was Xie Fei’s turn. But before he could ask, he stopped himself. Xie Fei grew anxious: “Ask me! Why aren’t you asking me?”
Xiao Bai ignored her.
She kept pestering until he finally snapped: “Why should I ask you? You’d just say I’m ugly.”
Xie Fei burst into laughter, hearty and unrestrained. “Xiao Bai, you really do know me, hahaha!”
By then Ding Shu’s car had also arrived. Su Xi followed Wang Jiasong, while Wang Da counted heads and asked:
“Where’s Su Wanying?”
Jin Yu replied: “Her family came and picked her up.”