Rebirth: A Cinderella's Counterattack

Chapter 399: Chapter 380: Tomorrow and Tomorrow (Part 5)

”What do you mean I’m dead?” Ji Xun jumped up and slapped Hu Si on the top of his head. ”Can’t you speak properly, huh? Can’t you?”

Hu Si didn’t seem to care at all and looked at Luo Qianqian. ”You continue.”

Eyeing the ominous Feng and the towering Uncle Zhuang, Luo Qianqian decisively chose Uncle Zhuang, for no other reason than Feng’s mesmerizing ’Xiao Li’s Flying Dagger’ move that pinned the snake in place, which left her with no inclination to resist.

Uncle Zhuang was rather surprised, as he didn’t seem any less tough than Feng. Could it be that this young girl was judging by looks?

Hu Si raised an eyebrow. Had she developed a psychological shadow of snakes?

Feng played with the knife in his hand, knowing when to stop. It wasn’t necessary to use a weapon against a child.

”Uncle Zhuang, go easy on me...” Before Luo Qianqian could even start hopping around, she was lifted by her clothes by Uncle Zhuang, unable to reach any pressure points, all in a fluster. That’s when she remembered Yang Zhen’s teachings.

There was no point in even thinking about hitting the eyes or nose since regardless of how much she jumped, her height was a definite disadvantage, and her arms and legs were undeniably shorter than his.

Fingernails? Unfortunately, they had just been trimmed and hadn’t grown back yet. As for a weapon, Luo Qianqian looked at the marker pen in her hand. Does this count? It has to, right?

She measured the distance between herself and Uncle Zhuang and in the next second wriggled out of his grasp. Her black sports bra was exposed in the dark night, but it was a pity that it was too dark to see clearly. The next second, feeling Luo Qianqian behind him, Uncle Zhuang turned around, about to do something, but then heard Luo Qianqian shout, ”Hu Si, come quick.”

Hu Si, responding to Luo Qianqian’s call, came over with a flashlight to see a big black spot on the pale trousers of Uncle Zhuang, located at... a rather private area.

”You really took Yang Zhen’s words to heart,” Hu Si said with a chuckle, shaking his head. ”Alright, Boss, you can’t move your leg because you just got your chrysanthemum exploded.”

Hearing Hu Si’s words, Feng started to quiver, Ji Xun’s sunflower seeds fell to the ground, Uncle Zhuang’s face was full of embarrassment, and Luo Qianqian quickly marked another spot within her reach.

”Taking the enemy by surprise is also a strategy,” Hu Si praised. ”Boss, you’re dead too.”

Looking at one big and one small black spot on the back of his clothes, Uncle Zhuang’s complexion turned even blacker than those two spots, blacker than the night itself.

Luo Qianqian smiled mischievously at Feng, who seemed unfazed. ”I’ll let you use one hand,” he said, tucking his right hand behind him.

A blatant challenge, Luo Qianqian’s eyes sparkled.

The next second, she lunged forward, marker pen already uncapped, seemingly aiming for a quick battle.

Feng’s eyes darkened, and with one hand, he pressed down on Luo Qianqian’s head. The length of her arm plus the pen still wasn’t enough to reach Feng’s white shirt.

Luo Qianqian stepped back twice and then dropped down, rolling forward: ”Ouch!!!”

Luo Qianqian cried out in pain as Hu Si’s flashlight illuminated the cause of her agony on the ground, which was a bit ridiculous. It was a pen cap, the cap from the very pen in her hand.

”You dare to roll around outside carelessly? If there were a stone, it could be your spine or brainstem, and being paralyzed or a vegetable would be the least of your worries,” Hu Si snorted. ”Hurry up and continue.”

Luo Qianqian felt like crying but had no tears, had she caused her own downfall?

She quickly got up and, seeing Feng retract one hand, a plan formed in her mind. She launched a frenzied attack on his lower body, but Feng simply stepped back, out of her reach.

Luo Qianqian’s gaze on Feng’s legs was more than suggestive.

Feng curved his lips mockingly. ”If you want to grow taller, you need to take calcium. One piece is stronger than six.”

Calcium, huh? She should feed you some brain supplements, Luo Qianqian thought darkly.

Then she began to dodge left and right, apparently up to something, when suddenly there was a twist. Feng felt something reach him and then saw Luo Qianqian jump up: ”I hit it!!!”

How could it be? The pen was still in her hand.

When Hu Si’s flashlight shone over, Feng knew the reason—it was because of Luo Qianqian’s little black hand and the pen tip that had fallen in front of him.

Luo Qianqian did indeed hit the target, and the location wasn’t wrong, but ”Luo Qianqian, why don’t you try throwing a needle? Not to mention this distance, even a bit of wind could blow it away. Are you serious?”

Hu Si was quite critical of Luo Qianqian’s trickery.

Luo Qianqian was unable to refute—indeed, it was true. But Feng was too agile, and she couldn’t outlast him in terms of stamina. She had no particular advantage over him, with arms and legs that were too short, she couldn’t possibly sneak up on him.

Feng looked at Luo Qianqian’s downcast face and knew the reason, but he was already using only one hand as a concession—what more did she want?

”Or maybe...”

”Then, I’ll continue.” Feng hadn’t finished speaking when Luo Qianqian interrupted him, only to see her returning to the room to retrieve a weapon—the bow and arrow she had just acquired in the afternoon.

Quickly, she connected a pen and a pencil with a stapler and then aimed at Feng: ”Now I can shoot you, right?”

Hu Si furrowed his brow: ”Luo Qianqian, have you ever thought about when you point this thing at someone, they won’t have any defenses?”

Luo Qianqian rolled her eyes; of course she knew. But against someone she had no advantage over, she truly had no ideas. Moreover, she also knew that the people she’d face tomorrow were even more difficult to deal with than Feng.

Feng sighed: ”Her morale is broken. Why don’t you take her for a walk to clear her mind? I’ve worked up quite a sweat and want to take a shower.” After speaking, Feng turned and went back to his room, grabbing his things on his way to the shower.

Luo Qianqian felt a bit wronged; she knew her current mindset wasn’t right. But regardless of what she tried, it was all negative—she just felt like she couldn’t win.

Hu Si took Luo Qianqian up to the rooftop.

”Scared of him?” Hu Si asked.

Luo Qianqian shook her head. Scared? Probably not.

”Scared of snakes?” Hu Si asked again.

Luo Qianqian’s face turned pale, and she nodded.

”So he can kill snakes, snakes trump you, so he trumps you?” Hu Si asked.

Luo Qianqian opened her mouth to argue but found she couldn’t say a word; indeed, that’s what she had thought.

Hu Si sighed: ”It’s not just you going tomorrow, Feng will be with you. Do you feel like it’s you and Feng who will win or that person?”

Luo Qianqian didn’t speak for a long while, then after a pause she unexpectedly asked: ”Will there be any shooting?”

Remembering the cause of Luo Qianqian’s previous psychological issues, Hu Si didn’t hesitate: ”That person has a gun, so Feng will also be carrying one.”

Luo Qianqian gave a bitter smile: ”If I don’t come back tomorrow, could you help me call my brother on Wednesday, tell him about this? Don’t worry about telling my mom, better no news than bad.”

”Thinking this way is not only irresponsible towards your family but also to Feng.” Hu Si’s expression grew stern: ”Dying is easy for you, but I won’t deal with what follows. If you die, our medical obligation to you ends there—we’ve already done so much for you.”

”The physician’s parental heart...”

”Your body and hair, given to you by your parents—if you don’t cherish it, who will?”

Luo Qianqian had nothing to say; Hu Si’s words made sense. She took a deep breath, looked up at the sky, and exhaled slowly.

The nighttime sky was beautiful, with a clear view of the countless stars, the Milky Way, and the constellations he recognized.

”I’ll do my very best.” For herself, for her family, for Feng, and even for this irresponsible doctor.