Chapter 11: Must find other ways to make money
“Hoo… hoo…”
Collapsed on the ground in the restroom, Lu Zhiyin clutched her abdomen. Due to the unbearable pain, it took her a while to recover.
Being kicked hard in the abdomen was truly unbearable…
Fortunately, Qin An didn’t overturn Lu Zhiyin’s wheelchair. The girl couldn’t right the wheelchair on her own.
Laboriously climbing back into the wheelchair, Lu Zhiyin felt miserable looking at herself in the mirror.
Why? Why did she have to suffer such things? What did she do wrong?
She hadn’t hurt anyone, just quietly played her game… That so-called god said he couldn’t stand her way of playing games. Then she wouldn’t play, okay? Why did he heap these sufferings upon her for no reason?
The more she thought about it, the more wronged she felt. Lu Zhiyin rubbed the corners of her eyes.
“Hmph… heh… mmm… woo woo…”
Tears streamed down her cheeks. The girl covered her mouth, but she couldn’t stop crying at all.
Lu Zhiyin thought, she must really be useless. Just a few days ago, she was a big man, but now she’s crying so miserably…
Her abdomen still throbbed with pain. Lu Zhiyin cried in the restroom for a long time until her eyes turned red and started to ache. Only then did she haphazardly wipe her tears, slowly turn her wheelchair, and head towards the classroom.
Her school uniform now had several more footprints, but Lu Zhiyin really didn’t have the mood to care about her appearance.
Her heart was filled with resentment towards that so-called god, but she couldn’t confide in anyone.
“Hoo… No matter what, I still have to live well…”
After a good cry, Lu Zhiyin gradually calmed down.
Looking at the current situation, she had no chance of getting her phone back from Qin An.
Satisfying physiological needs… What a joke. It was impossible no matter how she thought about it… She absolutely, absolutely would not yield to others. Whether it was the prerequisite for a perfect ending, or her own dignity as a male, it didn’t allow her to do such things.
This was probably the only thing she could hold onto.
“Report.”
Her mind was a little dazed. By the time Lu Zhiyin steered her wheelchair to the classroom door, class had already started. Lu Zhiyin pushed the door open and subconsciously called out “Here.” But she was met with a cold stare from a middle-aged female teacher in the classroom.
The teacher, with a cold glance at Lu Zhiyin sitting in the wheelchair outside the door, holding a textbook, walked to the entrance.
“You still know to come to class? If you don’t want to attend, don’t. Stay outside.”
Not caring about the reason for Lu Zhiyin’s lateness, and not wanting to tolerate her disability at all, the teacher spoke and forcefully closed the door. With a deafening bang, Lu Zhiyin was locked out of the classroom.
A gust of cold wind blew, lifting her long hair and seeping into her clothes through the gaps in her school uniform.
“Achoo… Achoo…”
After two involuntary sneezes, Lu Zhiyin could only operate her wheelchair and weakly huddle at the classroom door.
Curled up in her wheelchair, Lu Zhiyin hugged herself.
She missed home. She missed the soft, large bed at home, the warm blankets, and the delicious meals her parents prepared for her.
“If only this were a dream…”
This wasn’t the first time she had thought this.
Huddled in her wheelchair, Lu Zhiyin had no choice but to start thinking about other ways to make money.
Whether it was her food, housing and utility bills, tuition fees at school, or that damned protection fee from Qin An.
These were all money… Before, Lu Zhiyin didn’t understand how hard it was to earn money, but when she truly had to make a living, she felt the difficulty for the first time.
“Brothel? No… Sell condoms? No startup capital… Dance? How to dance sitting in a wheelchair… Beg? I’d be taken away by passersby for… things…”
She thought of many jobs, but almost none were suitable for Lu Zhiyin.
She suddenly felt like crying again.
Even if she couldn’t go home, it would be good to start over… If she could start over, she definitely wouldn’t let Qin An take her phone, she definitely wouldn’t forget her keys, and she definitely wouldn’t go to Leng Qing Qiu’s house with her.
But, there are no “if”s.
Cold and hungry, she stayed outside the classroom for more than half a class. It wasn’t until the bell rang and the teacher, clutching her textbooks, walked past her triumphantly, that Lu Zhiyin came back to her senses.
Distraught, Lu Zhiyin returned to the classroom and finally felt a little warmer. She went back to her seat, then lay down on her desk, not moving at all.
“Couldn’t get back the thing you wanted?”
Beside her, Leng Qing Qiu poked Lu Zhiyin’s arm.
Lu Zhiyin said nothing and didn’t care if she offended Leng Qing Qiu. She just lay listlessly on her desk.
“…”
Looking at Lu Zhiyin’s state, Leng Qing Qiu inexplicably felt a mischievous urge.
She grabbed Lu Zhiyin’s hair and pulled out a strand.
Her prank successfully elicited a reaction from Lu Zhiyin, but it wasn’t the scolding she expected.
The girl looked up at her with red eyes, her eyes filled with deep fatigue and deeply hidden despair.
“Please don’t bully me anymore…”
Her voice was choked with tears, fragile to the point of heartbreak.
“You… you’ve been crying again?”
A little stunned, Leng Qing Qiu was at a loss.
She didn’t expect her small prank would cause such a big reaction from Lu Zhiyin. In her memory, since losing her legs and family, her childhood friend had always been quite strong.
“…”
Saying nothing, Lu Zhiyin lowered her head again, protecting herself with her arms.
Unfortunately, she wasn’t a hedgehog with a sharp exterior to ward off enemies.
Beside Lu Zhiyin, Leng Qing Qiu was still somewhat confused. She thought that perhaps Qin An had gone too far this time, which was why Lu Zhiyin was acting so vulnerable.
Not knowing how to comfort the girl beside her, Leng Qing Qiu simply lay down like her.
“I… I’m so hungry, I have no money, my phone was taken, and I can’t earn money… Next week, Qin An will ask me for money. She said if I don’t have money, she’ll sell me to the thugs in the red-light district… I really don’t know what to do…”
Telling her predicament intermittently, Lu Zhiyin didn’t actually expect Leng Qing Qiu to help her.
She just wanted to express what was on her mind; she didn’t want to bear it alone.
“…”
Beside her, Leng Qing Qiu listened quietly to Lu Zhiyin’s complaints, her head bowed.
She began to wonder if she should help her childhood friend.
If she really wanted to help, how should she do it?
Undoubtedly, she couldn’t give money directly; it would only be taken away again.
Teach Qin An a lesson? That wasn’t very realistic. As far as Leng Qing Qiu knew, Qin An was different from the ordinary people in the residential area. Qin An’s family was very wealthy. If she tried to do anything to that person, she wouldn’t end up well.
That despicable guy, extorting protection fees was just because she enjoyed the feeling of being superior. Most of the money she snatched from vulnerable students was directly distributed to her followers, which was also one of the reasons she became the school bully. Because of her generosity, many people were willing to follow her.
“…Hoo…”
Frowning, Leng Qing Qiu let out a sigh.
For the first time, she felt something was so troublesome.
