"It's dangerous to suddenly attack someone like that. Luckily... I'm not an old man, otherwise you couldn't afford the medical fees," I stood up, with a reproachful tone, supporting my waist.

"Is that so?" The girl seemed completely unconcerned, only wringing her wet white shirt and knitted vest.

"... " I felt speechless at her reaction, and at the same time, her pink bra left me unsure where to direct my gaze. I really wished she could cover up a bit, although I couldn't help stealing a few glances. It was useless, though. How could I be seduced by her beauty? It was just an irresistible force. I was already proud of myself for being able to remain rational.

Once she put on the slightly wet shirt and the knitted vest, my unbearable heart finally calmed down.

"It's really uncomfortable, feels sticky," she complained, pulling at her clothes. It felt like she was treating me as if I were invisible.

In that case, can I leave now? After all, I might be late for school if I don't go soon. So, I decided to slip away.

"So, after molesting me, you want to run away?" Hearing a cold voice as I turned around, a chill ran down my spine. What does this mean? Does she want me to take responsibility?

"Um... it was purely accidental just now, and I wasn't trying to run away. It's because if I don't go to school now, I'll be late, and the school has strict regulations. If you're late, you have to clean the floor for a week," I defended myself.

"Is that so?" The girl still appeared indifferent, and at the same time, she leisurely applied lipstick.

"How did you manage to stand up so quickly just now?" the girl asked, redirecting the topic away from me being in a rush to go to school.

"Because I just wanted to get up, and besides, the floor was very wet and cold," I casually replied.

"Is that so?" After putting down the mirror and lipstick, she put them back into her bag and stared at me with a cold gaze.

"Although I offended you just now, you also pushed me. So, let's call it even," I anxiously said, worried that she might be like those rascal old ladies who would make a fuss even after just a small collision. If she really asked for money, I would try my best to give it to her. After all, who made me so unlucky?

"If I want you to be my punching bag, would you be willing?" Just when I was feeling anxious and uneasy, the girl asked.

"Punching bag?" I asked, puzzled.

"To put it plainly, it means being the one I throw around," she replied.

"You mean being continuously thrown around by you?" I asked.

"Yeah..." The girl nodded.

"No way... I would never want that. Who would be so stupid to let someone throw them around?" I firmly responded.

"So, you're not willing, then?" she asked.

"Definitely not. That goes without saying..." I confidently stated.

"Alright then... I won't force you... Come over here for a moment," she said.

"You're not going to throw me again, right?" I said cautiously.

"No... I just want to shake hands with you in a friendly manner and then never bother each other again," she replied.

"I see... Does that mean you won't hold a grudge for what just happened?" I asked.

"Naturally..."

"Alright..." I felt a bit lucky because she wasn't like those rascal old ladies, and she could forgive me generously. This was the result I wanted since no one wanted trouble.

I extended my hand in a friendly manner, waiting for her response, but she didn't extend her hand. Just as I was puzzled, she grabbed my hand and placed it on her soft buttocks. It felt like an electric shock ran through my whole body, and I felt like I had lost consciousness. The only thing I knew was that I was kissing someone.

In a brief moment, flashes appeared in my sight. Then, I realized...

"What... what did you do?" I asked.

"Oh... nothing. I'm just collecting evidence," she swiped her phone screen and said.

"Are you... joking? Did I just lose my first kiss?"

"Instead of caring about these matters, shouldn't you be concerned about your own safety and well-being?"

"What do you mean?"

"You kissed me... and touched my buttocks."

"But I didn't do it willingly..."

"Who knows... but the evidence is right here," she swiped her phone screen. How did she manage to take pictures of both of us, full-bodied? And how could my hand end up on her buttocks?

"What's the big deal? These are forged evidence you have. I'm not afraid," I trembled but remained firm in my tone.

"I have many admirers, and besides, my father is a wealthy man. If he sees a boy assaulting his daughter or if anyone else who admires me sees it, they might chase you down all over the world."

"Who... who would believe your nonsense..." Although my heart was wavering, I couldn't let her words intimidate me.

"Then go ahead and try... I hope you still see the sun tomorrow."

"I won't give in..." I said loudly.

"Hello, Dad? Someone is assaulting me... forcing a kiss on me, even touching my buttocks..." she seemed to be making a phone call, pretending to cry.

"What? Who dared... don't cry, my daughter... I'll send a helicopter to eliminate him immediately..." an extremely angry and murderous voice came from the other end of the line.

"Dad, come quickly..."

"Tell me your location... shoot him as soon as you see him... hurry up and prepare the helicopter... what about the sniper? Sniper..."

A commanding voice seemed to be heard from inside. If it's true, I definitely don't want to die young.

"At... the XX bridge..."

"Wait..." I immediately stopped her.

"Hmm? Have you come to your senses and are willing to be my punching bag?"

Taking the phone a bit further away from her, I asked,

"Ah, can't I just agree to it?"

This is really a big problem. The girl showed a triumphant smile and said to the person on the phone again, "Dad, forget it. I was just playing a little joke with you earlier."

"What?! A joke..."

"Dad, are you not angry?"

"Why would I be... as long as my daughter is safe... It rained earlier, and I forgot to have the servant bring an umbrella for you. I haven't fulfilled my duties as a father."

"It's okay... thank you for your concern, Dad."

"It's a great happiness to hear these words from my daughter."

"Well then, goodbye, Dad..."

"Oh... Dad wants to chat with you for a while longer..."

The girl hung up directly. The other person must be her dad. It seems like he's really doting on his daughter.

"So... come to the judo club after school, every day... if you don't show up for a day, your fate... will only be death..."

"Speaking of judo club... which judo club?"

I asked urgently as she was about to leave.

"Of course, it's the school's judo club. Don't you know this?"

"Are we from the same school?"

"Are your eyes not functioning properly? Look carefully at the emblem on the vest,"

I carefully looked at the emblem on the front of her vest, our school's emblem. We are from the same school. I was shocked and couldn't find words to speak. I felt like the days of suffering would continue endlessly.

I showed a hopeless expression.

"How can you not even recognize me standing in front of you? Is your mind filled with porridge?"

"You're... a senior?..."

"In the ninth grade, Class A, Lu Shiyu..."

Upon closer look, I noticed that the bow she was wearing was red. Green in the first year, blue in the second year, and red in the third year...

"Sorry... I... I didn't... I didn't notice... It turns out it's senior Lu..."

"Well then... let's meet at the judo club after school, Xu Youjie, my junior..."

She smiled gently, giving me a feeling similar to a flutter in my heart. No, no, it's because I accidentally fell into her despicable trap that I'm in this situation. I absolutely must be on guard against her. Just as I was thinking this, Senior Lu Shiyu disappeared. She must have walked away.

At this point, the sky had gradually cleared, and the rain had finally stopped. It's clear after the rain, but my sky couldn't clear up because I was being coerced to be someone's punching bag, and it was very likely that I would suffer in torture or die in an accident.