Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

When Yu Ran was carrying his bag, he heard some noises as he passed through the alley.

That was a voice he knew very well.

The secluded alleys near the school were always frequented by bad students who would gather to fight.

Unfortunately, Yu Ran was one of them.

He usually takes on a whole group by himself.

Those painful groans sounded so pitiful...

However, Yu Ran had no intention of stopping to help.

He is not a good person.

He glanced at it, and was about to leave when he heard a familiar name.

"Chen Zhao, weren't you happy about saving the damsel in distress? You even told the teacher, are you still so arrogant now? Huh?"

What followed was an escalating barrage of kicking, shouting, and laughter, interspersed with muffled groans of pain.

The seemingly insignificant sounds that had just been heard now made Yu Ran feel incredibly irritated.

Chen Zhao.

Regardless of whether it was the person he longed for, he couldn't ignore it simply because of the similar-sounding name.

I'm in a bad mood today, so I'll just consider it doing a good deed for the day.

Yu Ran walked towards the dimly lit alley.

Chen Zhao curled up on the ground, covering his head to protect it.

He didn't expect these people to dare to ambush people near the school.

He gritted his teeth; a wise man doesn't fight a losing battle.

He could fight back against three or four, but with seven people, he really can't win.

The thugs, seeing that the coward on the ground hadn't uttered a single word of rebuttal after they'd been cursing him for so long, were now in a frenzy.

He raised his hand to stop his henchmen, slowly squatted down, and sneered, "Oh, weren't you pretty tough at first? Playing the hero, saving the damsel in distress, and even beating up my brother, how come you're such a coward now?"

Chen Zhao gritted his teeth but did not refute.

The leader of the thugs lost interest; he'd vented his anger for the day. He waved to the men behind him, "Didn't you guys say a few days ago there was a really pretty girl? Let's go see her."

Upon hearing this, the henchman behind him quickly stepped forward and offered the man a cigarette. "Yeah, I heard her name is Chen Yan. Her legs, her waist, and her skin are as white as a peeled egg."

The gang leader took a deep drag of his cigarette, exhaled a smoke ring, and raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, becoming somewhat interested. "Is that so? Then let's go check it out. It should be quite exciting to play with schoolgirls."

The henchmen behind her echoed with lewd laughter, as if the girl was already their possession.

They didn't notice that Chen Zhao, curled up on the ground, had developed an unusually fierce expression.

Just as the thugs turned to leave, Chen Zhao suddenly jumped up from the ground and pounced on the leader, knocking him to the ground and straddling him, punching him in the face again and again.

"You disgusting scum dare to covet my sister? If you dare to touch her, I'll fight you to the death! Die!"

Chen Zhao's movements came suddenly, and his punches were exceptionally fierce.

The sheer ferocity of his attack startled the henchmen. The leader quickly covered his face with his hands and shouted angrily, "What are you standing there for? Pull him away right now!"

The underlings snapped out of their daze. Several of them stepped forward, two on each side, grabbing Chen Zhao's arms, and one on his neck, pulling him backward. The remaining man quickly helped their leader up.

As Chen Zhao struggled, he was pulled backward and kicked the leader several times.

He looked like a raging wild beast, his eyes bloodshot.

The gang leader, clutching his stomach where he had been kicked several times, grabbed a discarded steel pipe from beside a trash can with a sinister look in his eyes and slowly walked towards Chen Zhao.

A sinister smile played on his lips. "You're quite something, isn't one act of heroism enough? You want to do it again, huh?"

"Chen Yan is your sister, so I'm even more determined to see what it's like. I'm going to ruin her. I'll break your legs first."

Chen Zhao's eyes were red, and he was about to rush forward to tear this person apart in anger, but he was held back tightly by five people.

The gang leader had already walked up to him and was about to smash the steel pipe down on his leg.

Chen Zhao's eyes hardened as he wondered if he could beat this scum a few more times, but the expected pain did not come.

That was the first time Chen Zhao realized how powerful a dictionary could be.

The red Xinhua Dictionary bloomed like a flower before his eyes, hitting the thug's arm precisely.

The steel pipe flew out instantly.

"Clang."

The steel pipe fell to the ground.

The minor leader was also knocked off balance by the impact.

Chen Zhao only saw a slender and tall figure walk in against the backlight at the alley entrance.

He walked up to me and slowly squatted down. A beautiful, flawless hand picked up the Xinhua Dictionary from the ground, patted off the dust, and blew it clean.

Then, he slowly put the dictionary, which looked very old, into his black backpack.

The righteous man slowly stood up, and Chen Zhao finally got a clear look at him.

He was tall and handsome, with a high nose bridge, thin lips, and a pale color that gave him a cool and aloof air. Although his eyebrows were soft, his pupils were dark and deep, exuding a coldness that kept people at a distance. However, the fierce aura he exuded suppressed this coldness and revealed an unspeakable sense of irritability.

Chen Zhao was first startled by the man's striking appearance, then, seeing his slender figure, his heart skipped a beat, and he shouted at him:

"Hey classmate, run! You can't beat them. Call the police if you need help."

Yu Ran met Chen Zhao's eyes.

A pair of eyes filled with worry and anxiety.

He pursed his lips and couldn't help but rub his fingertips together.

She's still as silly as she was when she was a child.

Yu Ran thought he had forgotten, but the moment he saw Chen Zhao, he realized that he had never forgotten.

He knew at a glance that this was Chen Zhao.

Looking at the hands that were restraining Chen Zhao, Yu Ran frowned imperceptibly, his brows furrowing slightly, and his cold gaze swept over the five thugs.

Those men instantly felt a chill run down their spines, and their grip loosened. Chen Zhao's face lit up with joy as he broke free from their grasp, grabbed Yu Ran's wrist, and pulled him towards the outside world to escape.

I pulled it, but it wouldn't budge.

I pulled again, but it still wouldn't budge.

?

Chen Zhao turned around and saw Yu Ran chewing gum, even blowing a bubble with great interest, looking at the group in front of him and casually scoffing.

"What kind of skill is it for a few people to bully one person? Why don't you have a go at me?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Zhao felt a chill run down his spine.

"Are you stupid? You think you can take on seven people by yourself? Do you think you're some kind of invincible Calabash Brother?"

Chen Zhao was speechless at the man's confident demeanor.

Chen Zhao's gaze towards the group opposite him gradually hardened as he drew his weapons: a folding knife and a baton...

They have missed the best time to escape.

He gritted his teeth and shielded Yu Ran behind him, saying, "You run! This has nothing to do with you. I'll cover you."

Looking at Chen Zhao's heroic appearance as he faced his execution, Yu Ran was momentarily dazed.

He still seemed like that pitiful little girl in a dress holding flowers, while Chen Zhao was like a warrior riding on a colorful cloud.

Although this poor guy doesn't need Chen Zhao, he can still beat those people to a pulp.

It feels nice to have someone protecting you.