【Little Side Story [5]】
Nan Zhi wasn’t the only one studying Chinese medicine. There was also a little girl, and a young guy. Among the three, she was praised the most, making the other two so envious that they often asked, “Aren’t we learning together? Why are you improving so fast?”
Nan Zhi always vaguely brushed it off, saying it was just good luck.
Actually, she secretly hid a person at home to practice on.
That’s right, that person was Song Qing.
Studying Chinese medicine was very bitter — constantly reading books, recognizing herbs, feeling pulses, touching acupuncture points, and so on and so on.
The happiest and most relaxing moment every day — was after tossing him around.
Tossing him around was very joyful.
Maybe also because it was him she was tossing, during the process of studying medicine, she was always getting scolded, still running into unreasonable people, even during free clinics there were always those who didn’t understand them, thinking they were scammers, first saying they were pretending to treat illnesses or whatnot, then telling them to go to hospitals for scans and prescriptions, tricking them out of their money.
Just like before, there were lots of bad things, but she surprisingly didn’t feel tired, nor did she think of throwing up her sleeves and quitting — completely different from before.
Maybe because she was too busy, simply had no time for internal friction.
She had to draw to make money, join all kinds of big and small competitions. Before, she even thought of herself as a bit of a senior, wanting to give chances to others. Now, she could only say sorry to the juniors — big, small, all sorts of messy awards, as long as she could win, she would win, and if it involved money, she would join.
She also had to manage both their accounts. Now, between the two of them, their main and alt accounts added up to more than a dozen on domestic platforms, and over twenty on foreign ones.
Remote control of looking at houses, renting houses, that kind of stuff, managing the software Song Qing developed — she had to worry about all of them. Really, she didn’t have a single bit of spare time. Now every day, going home was just like Song Qing, collapsing into bed to sleep. Sleeping well, spirit full — those curses didn’t seem to matter anymore.
Maybe she had aged a few years, experienced more things — what once seemed like heaven-falling matters, now had turned into tiny sesame-and-mung-bean-sized issues.
In these past two years, she had done things like shamelessly asking the government for land, pulling in sponsors to donate air-conditioners, desks, chairs, books and so on to the school.
When she caught food-related sponsors, she coaxed them into giving more supplies to improve the children’s lives. She paved roads, outwitted villagers who valued sons over daughters, beat up perverts who climbed into the school dorms in the middle of the night, and even fought legal cases on behalf of kids like Song Qing who had lost their parents.
Each of these things was hundreds of times harder than just being scolded or insulted, so naturally those insults felt insignificant.
She even had a feeling like she was already battle-hardened.
The cyberbullying that once troubled her seemed now like just a small wave in the sea where a boat was sailing — no longer something to fear.
But those bastards who made up sexual rumors about her, who insulted her family — she still didn’t want to let them go.
One had to know, those pieces of trash had bothered her for many years — her most beautiful youth had been spent in internal friction, always feeling like she was worthless. Only now could she understand: it wasn’t that she was useless, it was that the storm back then was too big — almost crushed her.
If she hadn’t made it through, those people would’ve been among the murderers who killed her.
Now, she had already gained the ability — to protect that young little girl from before, to drag all those old trash to court, and avenge that little girl from back then.
And also let those bastards know: the internet is not a lawless land — you can’t do whatever you want. Language can also kill.
After Nan Zhi finished the certification exam, only then did she begin to sue them one by one.
No one expected it — after all these years, she would still dig up old debts. But wanting to delete improper comments was already too late. She had already saved the evidence long ago — and submitted it.
A few minors escaped disaster, but it didn’t matter — sooner or later they would become adults. She could afford to wait.
Those vicious bastards one by one received punishment, only then did she feel a breath of relief from inside out.
She could finally face that young little girl inside her.
She no longer cried.
She now had a room of her own at home. The grievances she suffered back then were one by one paid back. She also got Song Qing. From now on, for the rest of her life, there would be someone to accompany her.
【Little Side Story [6]】
After suing big and small marketing accounts and haters, Nan Zhi made another move.
She drew a painting — in the painting was a boy wearing a wedding dress, one shoulder exposed, being pressed down by a girl. There were words paired with it.
【Today I’m the one marrying you.】
The boy in the painting didn’t show his face, but it could still be seen he was very pretty. His body was pale and slender, could be called beautiful.
Maybe he wanted to resist — both hands clutching the bedsheet under him, trying to escape outward. Unfortunately, he was held down tightly, his hands pinned beside him. On his exposed neck and butterfly bones were red marks all over. With just one glance, you knew what had happened. Those who saw through it eagerly commented under the post, constantly screaming “sihā.” [onomatopoeia mimicking gasping/moaning/screaming with excitement, often used jokingly online in reaction to steamy or suggestive content]
In the dormitory room in the farthest corner of the first floor of the school, under soft bedsheets, Song Qing was just like in the painting — wearing a wedding dress, being pressed down. The red marks on his body were also nearly identical to those in the drawing. What he went through in the painting, he went through; what wasn’t in the painting — he also went through.
In the painting, there were legs — he didn’t have any.
Was being restrained even more heavily, could only let Nan Zhi do whatever she wanted. She got more and more excessive — her hand had already reached into his skirt.
He felt it — somewhat ashamed — and tried even harder to grab onto the edge of the bed.
Before he had time to escape, he was already dragged back. Could only hug the messed-up bedsheet caused by him, and let Nan Zhi lift up the hem of the skirt, revealing the bare body inside…
【Little Side Story [7]】
Ah Hei knew its name was Ah Hei, because humans always called it that.
It also knew it was white — humans also always said, white cats are called Ah Hei, black cats are called Ah Bai. Really funny.
But what ‘funny’ meant, it didn’t know. What it did know was who gave it food.
The one who often fed it always sat in a thing that could move, and was very weak — often got bullied by another human.
That human would press him down, bite his neck, bury their face into his chest.
Even when being bullied, he didn’t know how to fight back.
Ah Hei was very anxious, thought he was so stupid. It had demonstrated to the weak human more than once — if bitten, you should fight back, you should bite back.
But that weak human would always lie there softly, as if bitten to death, completely powerless to resist.
Ah Hei: Even Ah Bai is stronger than him. Ah Bai gets bitten and still knows to scratch back.
The weak human is way too useless. It had already given up — didn’t want to teach him anymore.