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"Zhou Yi".

A woman's voice, young, and unfamiliar.

But if you listen carefully, it seems like you've heard it somewhere before.

Zhou Yi stopped in her tracks, pondered for a moment, and tried to recall where she had heard the voice before, but she couldn't remember for a moment.

I had no choice but to turn around.

Then I saw a young woman in front of me, leaning against the door frame with one arm crossed over her chest, a cigarette between her fingers, dyed blonde hair, and wearing exaggerated smoky makeup.

It felt unfamiliar, yet somehow familiar.

Seems like I've seen it somewhere.

But she just couldn't remember.

Zhou Yi was uncertain.

I'm not sure if she knows this person.

When the woman saw her turn around, she instantly smiled, exhaled a smoke ring, and said, "It really is you."

After speaking, the woman's gaze fell on the person next to Zhou Yi, who had one hand in his pocket. He had an excellent figure, and his face, height, physique, and temperament were all impeccable. She raised an eyebrow.

Then, her gaze moved down from Wenren Chen's head to his feet, and then up again to his face, her smile deepening.

"Your man?"

As she spoke, the woman's gaze fell on Zhou Yi's face, as if she had already made up her mind.

Upon hearing the woman's words, Zhou Yi was instantly struck by a flash of inspiration, and a distant image appeared before her eyes.

Junior high school, grade 9.

One day, on her way home from school, she was ambushed by a group of thugs.

That day was dangerous; she was cornered in a remote place.

She didn't panic or get flustered; instead, she calmly faced the situation and tried her best to find a solution.

At that time, those thugs were groping her, and she was trembling with fear, but she was trying her best to stay calm and figure out how to escape the danger.

Just as she seized an opening and tried to escape through the encirclement, she was unlucky, or perhaps her legs went weak with fear, and she tripped over a stone and fell to the ground.

Then she was arrested by those thugs.

She resisted desperately, scratching and biting them, like a madwoman.

But she still couldn't break free, and they were enraged by her, hitting and kicking her. She fell to the ground, curled up, and covered her head.

Just as she felt blood flowing from her nose, the kicking stopped, and all around her became quiet.

Then, she heard a very arrogant young girl's voice enter her ears.

The girl said, "What kind of behavior is it to bully a student? If you want to play, I'll play with you."

Hearing the voice, she forced her eyes open to look and saw a young man with a yellow afro, wearing a leather jacket, tattoos on his hands, and trendy smoky makeup, grinning wildly at a group of thugs.

The girl didn't look much older than her; she just wore makeup, which made her appear older.

But upon closer inspection, he looks to be only a teenager.

When she was being kicked and punched, she prayed that someone would fall from the sky and save her, but she knew that was a scene from a TV drama and wouldn't happen in real life.

So although she prayed, she didn't have any expectations; she just tried her best to find a way to save herself.

Unexpectedly, someone actually saved her.

But not a prince charming, but a young girl.

When she saw that it was a girl about her age, she didn't know where she got the strength, but she rushed over instantly, grabbed the girl's hand, and ran forward like a madwoman, towards the road to light.

She didn't look at or listen to anything, she just kept running until the hand she was holding suddenly flung her away, she sat down on the ground with a thud, and said, "I'm not running anymore."

"I really can't run anymore."

Hearing the sound, she stopped, then stiffly turned around to look ahead, only to find that they had long since run away from that terrible place.

At that moment, she finally relaxed, collapsing to the ground, panting heavily, and sweating profusely.

Seeing her trembling body and deathly pale face, the girl burst out laughing and said, "You're usually so quiet, I never expected you to have such explosive power."

After saying that, she smiled and said, "Hello, my name is Bai Meng."

Bai Meng.

These two words instantly popped into my mind.

The next moment, Zhou Yi ran quickly towards the person who was still leaning against the door frame: "Bai Meng, you're out?"

Yes, Bai Meng went inside.

It was during my third year of junior high school.

That day felt like a dream. After she recovered, she went to call the police.

Although she didn't want her grandmother to worry, her grandmother had taught her since she was little that if something happened, she had to tell her and not hide it, otherwise no one could save her.

This happened after she was bullied by her classmates and hid it from her grandmother. When her grandmother found out, she said this sternly.

Only then did she realize how naive she had been in not wanting her grandmother to worry.

At that time, she was unable to protect herself, and she had to let her grandmother know so that she would not be bullied anymore.

So, ever since then, whenever something happens, she tells her grandmother, and her grandmother goes to seek justice for her.

Whether you go to the teacher, the principal, the parents of the child who bullied her, or the police.

To get justice for her, Grandma would do everything in her power, disregarding everything else, to let others know that she was not someone to be bullied.

Because of this, her classmates stopped bullying her.

I know Grandma is not someone to mess with.

After the police were called that day, Grandma arrived quickly and, accompanied by the police, took her to the hospital for examination and medical tests. She also called the school teachers and principal, urging the police to catch the person who hurt her.

She was probably lucky; those people left fingerprints on her clothes when they kicked and beat her, and there was a surveillance camera nearby, so they caught them quickly.

The next step is to go through the proper procedures to handle this matter, including compensation and an apology.

This process takes a while.

Because Grandma didn't want compensation, she wanted an apology and for those thugs to be punished as they deserved.

Those hooligans weren't very old, only seventeen or eighteen, or eighteen or nineteen.

Once you're in prison, your life is over.

The parents were all begging the grandmother for forgiveness and to give them another chance.

But no matter what they said, no matter how they threatened or bribed her, even when they knelt down and begged her, Grandma still wouldn't agree.

Grandma wanted those thugs to receive the punishment they deserved.

Grandma said that if you don't teach someone something when they're young, it's even less likely you'll be able to teach them later.

This incident should be considered a profound lesson for those children, teaching them what they can and cannot do.

They are all her own flesh and blood. She doesn't care about them usually, but when the time comes, those parents are pushed to the limit, they come to her, scold her, and say all sorts of nasty things.

But strangely, she didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

She just listened, went to class when she was supposed to, and then went back to tell her grandmother.

Grandma asked her if she felt wronged, and she shook her head and said she didn't.

Grandma smiled and said, "Very good."

Then her grandmother told her, "Don't be weak. If you're weak, others will think you're easy to bully. You have to be strong so they know you're not easy to bully."

The more they treat you this way, the more afraid and panicked they are.

You need to make them afraid, make them panic.

Instead of being afraid or panicking.

Be firm when necessary.

She listened to her grandmother and did whatever her grandmother told her to do, and she wasn't afraid at all no matter how those people scolded her.

She didn't care what her classmates thought of her.

Grandma said, "Saving face can't put food on the table."

The more you care about saving face, the more fearful you become, and the more fearful you are, the more you will lose.

The poor need face the least.

Only the rich value face above all else.

They are not rich, so they don't have to risk their lives.

Be bold and do it, don't care about what others think.

Just live your own life.

Perhaps it was her grandmother's actions that set an example for her and gave her the strength to move forward without fear of anything. So, despite the many hardships in her life, her heart was still full and without any loss.

That incident caused quite a stir, so much so that it was even reported in the newspapers.

In the end, those people were also sentenced.

They paid the price for what happened.

Everything is peaceful.

As for Bai Meng...