Reborn in the 90s, tearing apart scumbag men for the sake of women.

“What you just said is right.” Song Lingge’s eyes swept over the blond-haired man and said, “I really do have a lot of enemies. They all want to kill me and are trying every means to deal with me. But aren’t you curious? Under these circumstances, I still dare to wander around alone? Do you really have a death wish?”

Song Lingge's words caused a division among the blond-haired group.

However, these people aren't easily intimidated; there are always a few who are bold.

After all this time, it's still just Song Lingge.

They were constantly aware of their surroundings and did not notice the presence of anyone else.

“What does it matter to us if you’re tired of living? We get to play with female students and make money; you can’t find such a good deal even with a lantern. Besides, it’s because of you that we brothers have been running around for so many days for nothing; it’s time to pay back,” said the older blond man.

This statement hit a nerve with several of the blond-haired guys.

Especially the yellow-haired leader.

They had been following Song Lingge for a long time but hadn't found an opportunity to make a move.

It's the hottest time of the year right now, especially in the last few days. They've been camped out outside the Zhao family's apartment complex every day, and their skin has gotten several shades darker from the sun. But Song Lingge just won't come out; they don't know how someone can stay home for so long.

He earned his position as the leader through sheer hard work and his fists. If he makes repeated mistakes because of Song Lingge, he might lose the support of others.

"Are you stalling for time?" The blond-haired leader stared directly into Song Lingge's eyes.

"After summer vacation starts, there's practically no one at school. Besides, this place is so remote that even before vacation, hardly anyone comes here. I was just teasing you to give you time to talk nonsense, and you're really taking advantage of it?"

Song Lingge took a step back alertly, gripping her bag tightly.

Seeing this, the older blond-haired guy knew that his boss was on his side, and lust was aroused. He began to make advances toward Song Lingge.

"I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it. Don't regret it later," Song Lingge's sharp voice rang out.

But to these bad guys, her clear voice sounded like a soft moan.

They ignored the warning in her words, lost in their own fantasies, filled with tender and romantic notions.

Song Ling's bag contained the things she had just picked up from her apartment.

It is a hand rest.

The material is bamboo wood.

Back then, there was no concept of a keyboard wrist rest.

Because Song Lingge had to write a lot of words, she had a wooden one made for her, and she never expected it to come in handy now.

She used her hands as weapons to skillfully deal with several clueless blond-haired thugs.

Song Lingge was not a weak woman who could not even kill a chicken. Her vulnerability in her previous life, caused by Fang Guanghua's male strength, had become a nightmare for her.

So after her rebirth, Song Lingge learned self-defense techniques and taekwondo, so that if she were to face Fang Guanghua again someday, these would be her ultimate way to save her life.

However, man proposes, God disposes.

She had been practicing diligently but had never actually practiced in real life, so today was the perfect opportunity to use this group of thugs as practice.

To be honest, she wasn't entirely confident of winning.

But as luck would have it, her wrists were aching from typing at home for so long, so she decided to come to the apartment to retrieve her wrist rest.

She is currently outnumbered, but with the bamboo hand-held weapon, she is now much stronger.

The older blond man's arm was struck hard, and he couldn't help but spit out, "Damn it, he's actually a trained fighter."

But looking at his several young and strong brothers, he thought to himself, with so many people attacking, Song Lingge looks so weak and frail. Even if she can fight, how long can she last?

At this moment, Song Lingge was busy dealing with these thugs.

At the same time, he thought to himself that Taekwondo is good for physical exercise, but it's really not enough for a real fight.

Fortunately, I was careful at the time and signed up for other courses.

It seems that self-defense techniques are much better now and more practical.

She never imagined she would one day get into a group fight, even though it was originally just for self-defense in a specific situation.

Therefore, dealing with such a group of strong and powerful men was quite a challenge for her.

The older blond-haired man was kicked to the ground by her. Looking at the bloodstains on his hands as they rubbed against the ground, he glanced around, picked up a wooden stick, and swung it at Song Lingge.

The expected pain did not come; the blond-haired man was kicked to the ground again.

Song Lingge turned around, saw who it was, and her joy was evident. But now was not the time for reminiscing. She and the newcomer worked together to defeat Huang Mao.

A short while later, Zhang Xiuxiu arrived with the police officers.

When Zhang Xiuxiu saw Song Lingge, she burst into tears and rushed over to look her up and down.

It's fine, just the hair is a little messy, but everything else is perfect.

Zhang Xiuxiu hugged Song Lingge tightly: "Lingge, I was so scared, waaaaah..."

Song Lingge had no choice but to comfort her for the time being, patting her shoulder: "It's alright now. You can come with me later, or move to my house. It's not very safe here."

The police handcuffed all the blond-haired men, then said to Song Lingge and the others in a friendly manner, "You'll also be going to the station to give your statements. It won't take long."

Song Lingge nodded.

Zhang Xiuxiu wiped away her tears with her sleeve and held tightly to Song Lingge's arm.

The thought that this was the road she took every day made her tremble uncontrollably.

Song Lingge knew why she was afraid and wanted to tell her that the school was actually quite safe and that the group of blond-haired girls were after her, but now was not the time to talk, so she could only let Zhang Xiuxiu hold her arm.

Song Lingge turned around and glanced tentatively at the person behind her.

Only after receiving a gentle, understanding look from Qiao Nansheng did he reluctantly turn to comfort Zhang Xiuxiu.

That's right, the person who stood behind Song Lingge and stopped the older blond man from hitting her with a stick was Qiao Nansheng.

I don't know when he came back, or how he suddenly appeared here...

Song Lingge had so many questions she wanted to ask, and so many feelings she wanted to express.

But this was not the time to talk. Zhang Xiuxiu needed comfort and to go to the police station to give a statement.

It will be a while before they have time to be alone together.

“You guys get in the car in the back,” a policeman said.

Song Lingge and Zhang Xiuxiu got into the car first. Only then did Song Lingge notice that Qiao Nansheng had taken a suitcase from the guardhouse and was now putting it in the trunk.

So, he just got back?

Song Lingge kept watching him until Qiao Nansheng got into the car and sat next to her.

After Qiao Nansheng sat down, he tucked her other hand into his.

Only when their palms touched and she felt his warmth did Song Lingge's heart relax.