pjbooks Chapter 221 Extra: Wen Zhaoyue x Wen Yan
Chapter 221 Extra: Wen Zhaoyue x Wen Yan
The third person was struck in the knee by his stick, and fell to his knees with a thud, clutching his leg and howling in pain.
Before the boy in the lead could react, Wen Yan had already rushed in front of him.
The iron rod was raised high and, with a fierce force, slammed down hard into his crotch.
"ah--!"
A heart-wrenching scream echoed throughout the equipment room.
The boy in the lead staggered backward, clutching his groin. His face instantly turned from red to white, then from white to green, with veins bulging on his forehead. He curled up like a boiled shrimp.
"You fucking...you fucking want to die!"
His voice shrill and distorted, his eyes flashing with a ferocious killing intent, "Kill him! Beat him to death!"
He waved to his three men, and the four of them, their eyes red, surrounded him.
What happened next was something Wen Zhaoyue would never forget for the rest of her life.
The four men surrounded Wen Yan, raining blows upon him.
Someone kicked him in the stomach, someone hit him in the back, and someone grabbed his hair and slammed his head against the wall.
Wen Yan was beaten so badly he staggered, but he never fell down. He gripped the iron rod tightly and used his last bit of strength to fight back.
When the iron rod struck someone's shoulder, the bone emitted a dull thud that made your teeth ache; when the rod swept across, someone clutched their wrist and screamed as they staggered back.
The more he fought, the more frantic he became, and the more reckless he became. His nose broke, his mouth split open, and his eyes were so swollen he could barely open them, but the iron rod just wouldn't let go.
Several people were stunned for a moment by his reckless attitude, but they quickly pounced on him again.
They outnumber us; we'll wear him down.
Wen Zhaoyue stood aside, watching with a pounding heart.
She had never seen Wen Yan like this before.
That skinny, cowardly girl who looked like she could be blown away by the wind, that pushover who would only lower her head and say "I know" when she scolded her, was now covered in blood, like a maddened beast, desperately fighting with her last bit of strength.
He would risk his life for her.
Blood streamed down his forehead, blurring his vision. He wiped it away casually and struck again with the stick.
"Wen Yan!" Wen Zhaoyue called out, her voice trembling.
Wen Yan did not turn around, or rather, he no longer had the strength to turn around.
His movements became slower and slower, and he staggered as he swung the stick.
Someone punched him in the temple, and he swayed, his knees buckled and he knelt down, but he gritted his teeth and stood up again.
More air is exhaled than inhaled.
Wen Zhaoyue panicked. This can't go on, or Wen Yan will be beaten to death!
She didn't care about anything else and rushed over to protect him.
A hand suddenly grabbed her hair.
Wen Zhaoyue's scalp was pulled painfully, and she was dragged backward.
The boy in the lead had somehow gotten behind her, grabbed her hair with one hand and pinched the back of her neck with the other, and shoved her to the ground.
"Aren't you precious? Aren't you a young lady?"
His voice was as cold as a venomous snake, blood was still dripping from his crotch, and he was in excruciating pain, his face contorted in agony. "Today I'll show you what it means to be utterly humiliated."
Another person pounced on her, his dirty hands beginning to tear at the buttons of her school uniform.
"Let her go!!"
Dragging her almost broken leg, Wen Yan staggered over, shoving aside the person who was tearing at her clothes. Then she threw herself on Wen Zhaoyue, spreading her arms to shield her beneath her.
A fist slammed into his back with a dull thud.
He was kicked in the waist, and he stumbled forward, but didn't move away.
Someone pulled his hair to try to pull him away, but he bit the other person's sleeve and wouldn't let go. After being shaken off, he immediately crawled back and covered Wen Zhaoyue again.
Blood flowed from his forehead, nose, and mouth, drop by drop, onto Wen Zhaoyue's face.
It's piping hot.
Wen Zhaoyue stared wide-eyed at the face so close to hers.
She was so swollen she was almost unrecognizable, her eyes were squinted into slits, and her mouth was full of blood, but there was no fear or anger in those eyes, only something she couldn't understand, something stubborn to the point of being obsessive.
"Wen Yan! Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
Wen Zhaoyue pushed him desperately, her voice trembling with tears, "You'll be beaten to death! Do you hear me?!"
Wen Yan did not move.
Another punch landed on the back of his head, causing his body to shudder violently, his forehead nearly hitting Wen Zhaoyue's face.
He braced himself on his arms to steady himself, then looked down at her.
His face was covered in blood, but he still managed a slight smile as he looked at her.
That smile was unlike any she had ever seen before.
Not obedient, not ingratiating, not cautious.
Neat and clean, earnest and serious, as if talking about something perfectly ordinary.
"Don't cry, sister."
His voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible, barely audible, yet he was still laughing.
"It's okay...it's okay."
The boy in the lead was so angry that he trembled all over when he saw Wen Yan's stubborn refusal to give way.
He looked around and his gaze fell on a metal folding chair in the corner. It was used in the equipment room to elevate people to retrieve things, and it weighed more than ten kilograms.
He walked over, grabbed the chair, weighed it in his hand, and a ferocious smile appeared on his face.
"You think you're tough? Let's see how tough you really are."
He picked up the chair and slammed it down hard on Wen Yan's back.
"Click."
The sound of bones breaking was dull yet clear, like the snapping of a thick tree branch.
Wen Yan's body stiffened abruptly.
She was in so much pain that she couldn't make a sound. All her strength seemed to have been drained away, and she lay limply on Wen Zhaoyue's body. Blood kept flowing from the corner of her mouth, and large patches of it fell onto the collar of her school uniform, staining it a shocking dark red.
"Wen Yan? Wen Yan!"
Wen Zhaoyue called out to him as if she were crazy, her voice shrill and distorted.
Wen Yan's eyelids drooped heavily, and the world before her eyes began to blur and spin.
The pale light turned into a blurry halo in his vision, with Wen Zhaoyue's face appearing and disappearing within it.
He heard her calling him.
His sister was calling him.
Did your sister feel sorry for him?
He wanted to respond, to say "It's okay," but his lips moved only to bleed more blood.
Just as he thought he was about to sink completely into darkness, the door to the equipment room was kicked open from the outside.
"Wenwen! Are you inside?"
It was Jiang Shubai's voice, urgent and angry, like a leopard with its fur standing on end.
"Holy shit—"
Wen Yu's voice followed closely behind, deep and cold, carrying a killing intent that Wen Zhaoyue had never heard before.
Wen Tingyun's urgent shouts, mixed with the chaotic footsteps, also rushed in.
Wen Yan, who had been holding his breath, finally let his guard down.
My sister is safe.
His lips twitched, as if he wanted to bend them, but he didn't even have the strength for that.
The blood-stained face slowly slumped down, lying quietly on her body, like a child who had finally reached his limit and surrendered himself.
Everything went completely black.
"Wen Yan! Wen Yan——!"
Wen Zhaoyue's voice exploded in his ears, sharp, trembling, and tearful, each word more urgent than the last, yet drifting further and further away from him.
He sank into boundless darkness.