The Little Childhood Friend in a Female-Dominated World (ChatGPT Translated)

3. Never been beaten up.

Lu Feng usually thinks of two possibilities when she hears someone crying out her name with a sobbing voice. One is that they come rushing towards her and say, "Lu Feng! I challenge you!" The other is, "Lu Feng, I'm going to tell your dad that you hit me again!"

Regardless of which possibility it is, Lu Feng will teach them a lesson with her fists on how to "be a person."

"Who are you?" Lu Feng turned around and looked at Xu Mu, whose eyes were red and filled with tears, with an impatient and droopy gaze. She usually has no patience for people she doesn't know, especially crying men.

Xu Mu was taken aback by her question, and tears instantly streamed down his face. His tears blurred his vision, but he continued to stare straight at her, afraid that she would disappear in the next moment.

"I'm your childhood sweetheart," Xu Mu choked on these words, unable to say them out loud. Eleven-year-old Lu Feng had a hint of innocence on her face compared to the seventeen-year-old version of herself. She had less of the mature and reserved demeanor, but her patience and temper were still the same as they would be years later.

Knowing that she wouldn't recognize him when they met again, Xu Mu still felt incredibly sad. All his longing and attachment were contained in these two words. His tear-filled eyes, hidden behind a curtain of water, gazed at her face with affection as he choked out, "Lu Feng."

Lu Feng could confirm that she had never seen this person before, but seeing the tears continuously flowing from his eyes felt like a thorn piercing her heart. Her fingertips clenched tightly by her side, in pain, as he called out her name.

While Lu Feng was still in a daze, Xu Yu took the opportunity to quickly run away, saying with a mischievous grin, "Lu Feng, I'm going to tell your dad that you made the little master cry! Let's see if he won't twist your ear!"

Lu Feng shivered as if awakening from a dream. She finally came back to her senses. Before Xu Yu spoke, she had the illusion that there was only her and the person in front of her in this vast world, and everything else had disappeared.

Lu Feng couldn't help but rub her arm, feeling strange about what had just happened. She wondered if this person had done something strange to her.

"I haven't bullied you," Xu Yu quickly ran away, and Lu Feng didn't bother to chase after him. She frowned and looked at the tearful person in front of her, impatiently asking, "When are you going to stop crying? How do you know my name?"

Xu Mu didn't want to cry, nor did he want Lu Feng to think of him as a crybaby when they had just met. But when he saw that she was still alive and well, all the emotions he had suppressed burst out in tears that he couldn't control.

Before seeing Lu Feng, Xu Mu had thought about how their meeting would be. He imagined himself going up to her with a clean face, gently holding her hand, and softly saying his name, Xu Mu.

Lu Feng used to love looking at his handsome face the most and enjoyed listening to his gentle voice. Especially when they were in bed and she made him cry, hearing his soft voice calling her "wife" brought her great joy.

But now, all the beautiful fantasies of their first meeting vanished as he cried with snot bubbles.

Inside the nine-year-old body resides a fifteen-year-old soul. Xu Mu never knew he could cry so hard, with snot bubbles and all. He was both angry and embarrassed, wishing he could cover his face and pretend he hadn't seen Lu Feng again for the first time.

Lu Feng clearly had never seen someone cry so fiercely before, wrinkling her face in disgust. If someone saw this, they might think she had done something to bully him.