distruction [Huang Minghao]

二

S h e n m i
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I was a normal girl. A normal girl who went to school, always doing her homework and never giving up her passion.

My life was normal. Nothing about it was special. But just because it was so normal, I loved it.

I had great parents, great friends and a great hobby, which inspired me.

What else should I wish for?

Money? Power? Control?
I didn't need that.

But before I knew it, I was drawn into the very world where the factors ensured your survival.
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A strange boy pushed Juan against the wall as she tried to fight back.

I had never done much with her before. Sometimes we had smiled to each other, but we never really talked.
It just never came to that.

Why should it? She played in a different league than me.
She had rich parents, great influence and was pretty. She was loved by everyone and got everyone's attention.

Despite everything, she did not become arrogant. She is always nice to everyone and meets everyone with a smile.

I admire her.

And that's why I could not just go now and leave her to this boy.
She tried again and again with all her strength to push him away but he was far too strong.

He literally nailed her to the wall and held her hands, which had been barked in fists, against the wall.

While I made my way unobtrusively to the two, I heard individual fragments of conversation.

"Let me go, Yanjun!"

"We need to talk!"

"I don't want to talk to you! I never want to see you again!"

"Juan, damn it! At least let me- "

Before I interfered in the extremely unpleasant situation, I took a last deep breath.

I had never done anything like that. My heart throbbed like crazy and I had to make an effort that my voice did not start to shake.

What would happen now? Would he become violent? Would he leave?
I could not judge him. It seems he's ready for anything, but that did not stop me.

"She said she dont want to talk to you."

I was surprised that my voice did not tremble. Juan's eyes turned to me, but I didnt dare to avert my eyes from the boy.

His cold eyes triggered goose bumps on my skin and for a short time I had the feeling my heart would explode because of the panic.

"And who the hell are you?" He asked me while his teeth were furiously pressed together.

My eyes focused briefly on Juan, before I said, "Her friend. Now get out before I call the police"

Actually, I thought that he would leave now.

Who would want to have trouble with the police?