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Chapter 30 - 28. The power of hatred made him stronger.

Chapter 30: 28. The power of hatred made him stronger.

The car grew quiet for a while, and Dubian Che felt the pain had lessened a lot; he seemed to be temporarily safe as well.

He spoke softly,

"I suggested determining it by performance because Kiyono Lin spends all day at school reading, barely managing to be first; and you, Jiutiao, could easily take second place without attending school for a month. Now that you’re here, the first place is undoubtedly yours."

Jiutiao Meiji didn’t speak, as if she were asleep.

Dubian Che couldn’t think of anything else to say.

He wanted to stand up, but a woman’s legs, capable of taking his life, were resting on his stomach, so he had no choice but to passively admire the girl’s legs and skirt.

’If, I mean if, I had willingly lain down, this would not feel so bad.’

When this thought crossed his mind, Dubian Che caught Shizuru’s eyes, whose robotic and indifferent gaze snapped him back to reality.

Dealing with an adolescent body is really something else!

He, Dubian Che, was definitely not a lecher; when Jiutiao Meiji forcefully kissed him in the alley in Ochazuke, he even felt nauseated.

But gentlemen, you should all understand the body of a fifteen-year-old boy, right?

It will always secrete some substances that affect the brain.

Dubian Che simply closed his eyes, let his mind wander to distract himself, and stayed alert in case Jiutiao Meiji suddenly pressed down hard on his stomach. He didn’t know how long it had been, but he eventually fell asleep.

He had just taken a beating, and lately, he had been exercising and studying every day, constantly pondering how to deal with Jiutiao Meiji; both his brain and body were already exhausted.

Moreover, with the comfy temperature inside the car and lying still on the soft footpad for a long time, all these allowed him to relax mentally.

In a daze, he even dreamt:

He suddenly returned to his family home in Iwate Prefecture, and for some reason, a jasmine plant had grown by the front door; then he used the jasmine flowers to make tea, which smelled amazing. He asked his parents to send some to Tokyo, but when it arrived, Jiutiao Meiji extorted it from him, and he felt inexplicably sad.

After such an outlandish and unrealistic dream, he woke up.

As soon as he regained a bit of consciousness, he felt something covering his eyes and panicked, instinctively reaching to remove whatever was on his face.

Luckily, his hands were not tied.

He was in a small park by the roadside, lying on a bench.

The sky was still light; it should have been about an hour before dinner time, with housewives returning from shopping, children in tow, feeding pigeons.

Nearby, a few primary school girls with backpacks nearly half the size of their bodies and water bottles thicker than their legs whispered to each other while looking at him.

Dubian Che looked at his hands and realized what was covering his face was a pair of knee-high socks!

"Ha ha ha ha!" Seeing his dumbfounded expression, the schoolgirls finally burst into silvery laughter.

Their laughter startled the pigeons pecking at the bread crumbs dropped by the housewives and children, who flapped their wings but didn’t fly away, continuing to fight over the food.

He didn’t mind, though; managing to get off Jiutiao Meiji’s car without bleeding was already a happy occasion.

The memory of Miyano being stabbed six times and dying from an injection of suxamethonium was still vivid in Dubian Che’s mind.

He looked to the left and right of the bench and found his backpack to his right, with the zipper open.

A notebook was stuffed inside haphazardly with a pen jammed in the middle.

Dubian Che picked it up; it was his English vocabulary notebook, and the pen was a 0.5mm mechanical pencil he bought at the only variety store in his hometown. It was somewhat old-fashioned but very durable.

"Be thankful to this miss for holding back the impulse to throw you directly off the car and for saving your life again."

"You were still holding onto the sock while asleep, and I am quite pleased with that, so it’s yours now."

These two sentences were written very large, completely wasting two pages of paper—Dubian Che didn’t dare to erase them.

Who knew if he would get offed for doing that, even if not being offed, getting punched a few times would not be worth it.

Once he had the power to stand up to Jiutiao Meiji, not just those few words, but even the knee-high socks at home, and the pair in his hands, he would throw them all into the incinerator!

However, now... Dubian Che folded the knee-high socks in his hands and tucked them into his backpack.

He pulled out his phone to check his location, realizing he had left Shinjuku District and arrived at the wealthy enclave of Chiyoda District.

Any random house in this district could probably buy his entire village.

Dubian Che quickly smoothed out the creases in his shirt and the sleep-wrinkles in his school jacket, then left the park.

Those elementary school girls were still smiling at him.

Perhaps by tomorrow, the story of him using knee-high socks as an eye mask would be making the rounds in some elementary school—giving him yet another reason to hate Jiutiao Mei.

He located the nearest train station, took the train back to his rental home, hid the knee-high socks, and punished himself by working out until midnight, angry for having surrendered after only two punches.

His willpower was far from catching up with the greatness of his persona!

On Saturday and Sunday, Dubian Che woke up at 6 a.m.;

From 6 to 6:30, he lifted dumbbells until the radio station began broadcasting the music for the second set of broadcast calisthenics, and then he would start following the exercises;

During the fifteen years he lived in his village, starting from elementary school, every summer vacation, the school required students to bring their physical exercise record cards to stamp, and by the last day, if the card was full, they could receive snacks or stationery as rewards.

Dubian Che never participated once because he disliked exercising.

If he had to wake up early, he would rather space out lying on the tatami than leave his bed.

But now he had set a strict schedule for himself, a practice he learned from Kiyono Lin, who had lent him "The Great Gatsby."

He had to force himself to do things he didn’t want to do, to become remarkable.

"Bend exercises, stretching exercises, jumping exercises, running exercises..."

From 7 to 8, he studied English and vernacular Chinese;

From 8:30 to 11, he went to the library, read a biography that could benefit his life seriously, and kept thinking whether there was any inspiration for ’taking revenge on Jiutiao Mei’ in the book;

From 2 to 4 in the afternoon, he studied biology, modern society, mathematics, and art;

He already worked hard enough on English and vernacular Chinese on weekdays and had also read them in the morning, so they were not included here.

At 7 in the evening, he went to the newly opened public swimming pool nearby, the fifty-meter pool, where he had to swim ten laps back and forth;

Afterwards, because intense exercise made him very hungry, he ate supper for two consecutive days.

At 9 p.m., he began to listen to English broadcasts while lifting dumbbells or doing push-ups;

At 11 o’clock sharp, he went to sleep.

He easily adhered to such a timetable for two days, but he feared that he could only stick to it for two days, so he prepared himself for a long-term struggle against laziness.

’How can I seek revenge against Jiutiao Mei if I can’t even control myself?’

He encouraged himself in this way.

While living strictly according to his schedule, Dubian Che’s heart gradually swelled with excitement.

A little after 7 a.m. last Monday, Jiutiao Mei casually agreed to be his girlfriend, and a little after 7 a.m. next Monday was quickly approaching.

The reward for completing the capture of Jiutiao Mei was 200,000 points, 40 times that of Yuzao Haomei—what about the weekly sign-in bonus? Would that also be 40 times as much?

He deserved that too, right?

If not for good luck, getting "Healing Medicine" from the draw, he would have died at the hands of Jiutiao Mei long ago—let alone think about "conquering" her now.

’I hope to get a remarkable reward!’

With such anticipation, on Sunday morning, Dubian Che was complained about by people downstairs for making the floor thump loudly as he exercised at 6:30 a.m. on a holiday.

He apologized, promising to exercise in the park outside in the future.

In the afternoon, Dubian Che received potatoes mailed from his parents, which he used to make a tasty beef and potato curry since he used store-bought curry powder.

After dinner, a good night’s sleep, and Monday was soon to come.

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