My mother has a lot of stories, some of which she originally created or reworked. She once exclusively published a hilarious anecdote about Zhu Yingtai's clever way through a customs checkpoint.

One day, the academy organized a urination competition for all the students. Whoever could pee the farthest would win.

This made our Miss Yingtai very anxious. If the truth was revealed, it would be troublesome.

Yingtai thought about it for a long time, and accidentally saw the brush in her hand. Her eyes lit up and a plan came to her mind.

On the second day, the boys fought hard and finally it was Zhu Yingtai who won. Everyone congratulated Yingtai. Yingtai was secretly happy.

It turned out that she had a sudden idea the night before and removed the pen tube from the brush to use as a conveying tool, which was indeed extraordinary.

Although she was suspected of cheating, Yingtai passed the test with her wit and was able to continue studying with Shanbo.

It was cool, but it wasn't easy to put into practice. Ran Mo also wanted to secretly carry a bamboo tube and pretend to go to the toilet, but he was afraid of making a mistake or being discovered by a sharp-eyed person, which would cause more trouble.

After thinking about it, she found that the crux of the problem was not whether she wanted to go to the toilet (this was her right and had nothing to do with others), but how to prevent those bad boys from bothering her, especially from using insulting names such as eunuch to her.

This is also the thing she can't tolerate the most. It is more uncomfortable than being about to poop in her pants in class.

She was labeled a eunuch for no reason, and she became the only female eunuch in history? Isn't this bullshit?

Although the development of the internet in the past has made some insulting words less lethal, even if someone occasionally teases me with clichés like "eunuch" or "don't be a eunuch," there's no real malice involved.

Even though those who have been hurt have gradually gone away and grown old.

In today's world, we must bravely say no to this kind of random nickname-giving. Ranmo must fight for his right and dignity to be free from harassment and humiliation.

She must not let the misrepresentation of "female eunuch" stand. She wants to clear her name!

After clarifying the core demands, Ranmo decided to seek help from the school teacher. She had experience and benefited from this.

In the previous life, the bad guys in the town bullied them, an orphan and a widow, and often made insulting words and actions towards Ran Mo, doing their best to mock and humiliate him.

A common despicable trick they used was this: sometimes when they saw her from a distance, those guys didn't say anything, but instead lifted one foot and exaggeratedly slapped the shoe upper with their hands - implying some kind of insult related to shoes. Then they would burst into laughter and leave.

This continued until she started elementary school, with people still doing this to her from a distance at the school gate. The humiliation and pain it brought to Ranmo were long-lasting and difficult to heal.

So much so that many years later, whenever she saw someone doing this action unintentionally, she would feel extremely disgusted as if by conditioned reflex.

Ranmo kept everything to himself until his mother accidentally found out about it and reported it to a school counselor.

After hearing the mother's story, the counselor was furious and went straight to the guys to warn them not to do such despicable things again.

It really didn't happen again. I'm really grateful to this honest counselor.

When facing school bullying, the first thing that needs to happen is for the victims to speak out boldly so that the problem can be exposed to the public.

If even the school authorities turn a blind eye and adopt an attitude of "mind your own business is worse than more", it will undoubtedly encourage bullying habits.

Ranmo knew the importance of seeking help from teachers. Her first step was to find out if the counselor had also come to the school in this era.

The next morning, Ranmo said goodbye to his mother and walked slowly towards the school. Although he had made a plan, he still had to endure and overcome it.

The country roads are full of beautiful scenery. Ranmo walks and stops here and there, breathing in the fresh and pure air.

At this moment, a dazed man came over. Seeing Ran Mo, he stopped her provocatively and refused to let her go. Ran Mo recognized that this was her enemy from her previous life, Hongmao.

Red Hair was a bit of a brat, relying on his family's size and power to bully others and act mischievously. He'd made two kids fight to see who was stronger, and he'd watched with laughter.

His specialty was wrestling with people by grabbing their necks with his immense strength. If you tried to fight him, you'd probably get a stitch in the side and your entire back would ache.

Ran Mo didn't want to provoke him and was about to walk away. Hong Mao ran up and hugged her neck, trying to throw her to the ground.

Ran Mo was concerned about his status and was unwilling to fight him like this. So he shouted and pushed the red-haired man out with all his strength.

Unexpectedly, this move was so powerful that the red-haired man was pushed one meter away and fell on the gravel ground, screaming in pain.

Ran Mo was pleasantly surprised. She felt that this strength matched the strength she had as an adult in her previous life.

This showed that she had not only preserved her memory and intelligence, but also her original physical strength. Now she didn't have to be afraid of these naughty kids anymore.

Red Hair was confused and looked at Ran Mo in surprise, wondering why she had become so strong.

Ran Mo made up her mind, walked forward, stretched out her jade feet, stepped on Hongmao's ankle, and crushed it hard a few times.

The red-haired man wanted to roll over in pain. Ran Mo used his hands, feet and knees to push him to the ground, then slapped him twice.

The red-haired man cried out in a long, sobbing voice: "No, don't hit my face!"

Ran Mo sneered, pressed the red-haired man's thigh tightly with his knee and crushed it hard several times.

Amidst the red-haired man's screams, he pinched his chin with his hand and ordered sternly, "Look into my eyes!"

The red-haired man looked at her with wide eyes in horror, as if he was looking at a fierce devil or alien.

"Bah!" Ran Mo spat at him without a word. This slightly "despicable" action was actually revenge against Red Hair's mother.

His mother was also a fierce woman, always spitting and spitting when she argued with others. Just think of Red Hair as taking a knife for his mother.

Red Hair's eyes were blinded by the spit. He reached out and wiped his face, only to have a mixture of tears, snot, and saliva smear all over his face.

The miserable look perfectly fits the phrase "tears streaming down the chin" in ancient Chinese literature, and it looks extremely funny.

The cleanup was almost done, and Ran Mo let go of Red Hair as he begged for mercy.

He got up and ran away, turning back to glare at Ran Mo with hatred in his eyes.

Ran Mo didn't care. If anyone dared to offend her again next time, she would beat him up.

When Ranmo arrived at the school, everyone had already entered the classroom.

As expected, those guys were trying to hold back their smirks, ready to laugh at her. Since the teacher was about to arrive, most of them stayed in their seats.

Only the most mischievous Ah Kan came over and said shamelessly, "Hey, what do you think we should do? You owe us a favor for escaping last time."

Ran Mo looked at him with disgust and replied angrily, "Then what do you want to do?"

A sly gleam flashed in Akan's eyes, and he smiled obscenely: "Let us take a look now, there is no outsider here anyway..." As he said that, he reached out his hand to grab Ran Mo.

"Okay, I'll let you see enough!" Ran Mo roared, grabbed Akan's collar, and pinched the back of his neck, pressing his head on the desk, lifting it up and putting it down repeatedly, and pounding it a few times like hitting a ball.

Ah Kan had no chance to react or resist. When he looked up with his eyes wide open, his forehead was red and swollen like a peach blossom.

The students around were all stunned by this scene. No one expected Ran Mo to explode so suddenly and with such great force!

Akan's best friend Abi jumped over to cause trouble, wanting to teach the rebel a lesson on his behalf.

Ran Mo was not polite at all. He raised his arm and swung his elbow. The guy was knocked out before he could get close to him, and two students next to him were also knocked down.

Now they had seen and understood Ran Mo's power. No one dared to move forward, leaving only a few who had been knocked down lying on the ground groaning.

In his previous life, Ranmo had gone to the gym to practice Taekwondo to improve his health. Although it was only elementary, it had shown some results. It was more than enough to handle these guys.

At this moment, a resounding voice like a bell came from outside the window, "What are you doing? Instead of studying hard, you're fighting and making a scene. How can this be allowed?"

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