You're my wife, don't doubt it!

"Actually, the reason I started associating with Xiao Yao..."

……

……

When Yu Bo escorted the girl to the church door, the sunset was already incredibly beautiful.

"Brother Bo, thank you, thank you for what you said, it was very enlightening." The girl clutched the hem of her suit jacket. "Especially, it's the first time someone has explained the meaning of 'obedience' in marriage to me like this. I'll think about it carefully."

"Don't push yourself too hard," Yu Bo said, already dressed in a full basketball jersey. The black Air Jordans on his feet looked like the same ones the girl had bought for Xiao Yao today. "Theological submission has a very profound meaning. It's different from the commanding obedience of Obey. It emphasizes a spirit of love and dedication. Husband and wife are like head and body, originally one..."

“Actually, just talking about it makes me feel much better,” the girl said happily. “I’ve been so pent up lately. Apart from Xiao Yao and Tian Yun, I can’t share this with anyone else.”

“I understand.” Yu Bo watched the passing vehicles, accompanied the girl across the road, and walked to the side of St. Francis Middle School.

"I was worried that even Brother Bo wouldn't believe me, wouldn't believe what I said..." The girl put on her goggles, baseball cap and mask, and searched for Xiao Yao's figure in the endless stream of students leaving school.

“I didn’t say I believe you,” Yu Bo smiled. “I just acknowledged that it is a possibility, a possibility that can logically explain what has happened so far.”

"And I never ignore any possibility, even if it sounds counterintuitive at first glance."

The girl didn't speak, but just watched the students walking out of the gate of St. Francis' School.

Among them, some boys walked together, some girls walked together, some walked by noisily in large groups, and some walked by alone with their heads down and their backpack straps tucked in.

Every now and then, the girl would see a boy and a girl walking past her together, chatting and laughing intimately.

Vitality, energy, freedom, diversity, color. These words popped into the girl's mind.

Surprisingly, she felt a pang of nostalgia, a longing for and envy of life in a co-educational school.

"Brother Bo, you're here! Hurry up, we've been waiting for you!"

The voice sounded familiar; the girl recognized him as "Dairy".

"Ribbonfish!" the girl called out. "Where's he? Why isn't he with you?"

"Who is it?" Ribbonfish asked, startled. "Who are you?"

This is a bit embarrassing.

The girl quickly glanced around, but didn't see Zhang Zhengkai. She then moved closer to the fish and pulled her mask down a little.

"Oh, sister-in-law...cousin, right? Looking for Xiao Yao?" Daiyu clapped her hands, then slapped her thigh: "Brother Yao just left, didn't you run into him?"

“If you go after him now, you should still be able to catch up.” Zhang Jialong pointed to the direction he usually took.

"You look so beautiful today!" Chen Lu skipped over and affectionately hugged the girl.

"LuLu, you too." The girl hugged her back with one hand, and put her mask back on with the other.

"What? This is my school uniform!" Chen Lu tugged at the front of her shirt.

"LuLu looks good in anything." The two girls were so familiar with each other that it didn't seem like they had only known each other for two days.

At this moment, Shen Jie saw Yu Luying walk past her alone, head down, carrying a bag.

"Uncle." Upon seeing Yu Bo, Yu Luying called out in a clear voice, then looked Shen Jie, who was wearing a suit and leather shoes, up and down repeatedly: "Sister?"

"Ah, hi, hi." Since she had been recognized, Shen Jie could only wave awkwardly but politely.

--split line--

Meanwhile, our classmate Xiao Yao was happily walking home from school by himself.

"Only the mountains are hidden among the white clouds~ Butterflies freely flit through my heart~ Look at the sunset blooming on the horizon, there is a group of streams, returning birds..." Xiao Yao sang the jumbled and misheard lyrics while kicking a soda can.

First, he kicked the can away with a big kick, then walked over and kicked it again.

Xiao Yao knew he was a high school student, not a primary school student, but who cared? He was just happy.

He bought a large skewer of meat from a Western-style barbecue stall that he would never normally go to, intending to take it back to feed his wife and daughter.

What was Shen Tianyun's quote again? "Being rich is just so simple, unpretentious, and boring."

The young lady has definitely never eaten anything so "unhygienic" before; let her try it. As for my daughter, according to her, she's never seen anyone selling food on the street before… The world is going to the dogs!

What is life? This, fucking is life.

"That's really all I have, I'm not lying to you!" A mournful cry interrupted Xiao Yao's thoughts.

Because he only had a few coins on him and was in a hurry to get home, he chose to walk through this supposedly unsafe alley. Could it be...?

Xiao Yao hid to one side, peeking out from the corner of the wall, and gasped.

About five or six delinquent-looking guys were surrounding a short-statured girl who was squatting on the ground with short hair.

That girl was quite pretty.

"I'm really not Wu Tingyan, you've mistaken me for someone else!"

"What are you pretending for, Wu Tingyan? You think we won't recognize you just because you cut your hair?" The leader, with his pompadour, was toying with a GBA in his hand.

"You've really struck it rich lately, haven't you? You're all dressed up like this, and you even bought such an expensive machine—do you think I don't recognize this model? And then, you only have twenty yuan on you? It's always like this, do you think I'm stupid?"

"No, I'm telling the truth," the short-haired girl's voice trembled with tears, sounding almost like a boy's: "I changed my pants when I went out today..."

The delinquents burst into laughter: "Brother Chen, listen to this! How many times this month have we run into someone changing their pants before going out?"

The little figure in white said earnestly, "When you encounter the weak, you should draw your sword..."

"You're talking nonsense!" The little man in red rudely interrupted him: "When you encounter a strong opponent, you should let them know who the stronger one is. Attack!"

Although the decision was made, rushing out to act heroically was not a good idea, since the enemy had a large number of people and he was not in the mirror and did not have any special combat power.

The guy with the pompadour, nicknamed "Brother Chen," grabbed the short-haired girl's cheek and said, "Since you won't hand it over, we'll just search for it ourselves."

Xiao Yao pressed 110 on his phone, having carefully switched the button to silent mode.

Just as he was about to press the call button, his fingers suddenly froze.

He saw the man with the airplane-shaped hairpin take off the girl's shoes and carefully search for money under the insoles.

The other two thugs had already started pulling down her trousers.

It's over, it's really over.

Xiao Yao hardened his fist.

I swear to treat the weak with kindness, I swear to bravely confront violence, I swear to fight against all wrongdoing, I swear to fight for the unarmed...

"Hey, that's enough." Xiao Yao took off his black-rimmed glasses, put them in his pocket, and deliberately walked out with a cocky look on his face: "Don't you guys even know where you are? This is Brother Bo's territory."

"Brother Bo?" The man with the pompadour sized up the uninvited guest who looked like a weakling. "Who is he? Never heard of him."

"And what about Brother Long?" Xiao Yao continued to bluff: "Zhang Jialong, the top dog of our St. Francis!"

The thugs burst into cheerful laughter, while the guy with the pompadour picked up a... steel bar? Damn it, why would there be a steel bar here?

Xiao Yao started to panic.

"Call that idiot Zhang Jialong over here, I'll beat him up too, and settle the score from last time." The man with the pompadour gripped a steel bar in his right hand, gently patted his left hand, and walked towards Xiao Yao.

"You...you guys stay away!" Xiao Yao put down his backpack, holding the two straps in his left hand to protect himself: "I've already called 110, the police will be here soon!"

The man with the pompadour and his henchmen exchanged a glance, and the six of them rushed forward. The man with the pompadour took the lead, swinging the steel bar in his hand and smashing it down on Xiao Yao's thigh.

Hearing the whooshing sound of the steel bars falling, Xiao Yao instinctively closed his eyes.

The steel bar did not fall on him as he had expected.

Xiao Yao felt a numbness in his hand as the steel bar fell onto his schoolbag.

Although the schoolbag was neither made of iron nor wood, it was fortunately filled with textbooks and workbooks, so its defensive capabilities were surprisingly good.

What's going on? Purely automatic shifting? Maybe it should be called muscle memory?

Before he could react, several more fists were already flying towards his face!

Xiao Yao raised his "shield" to block the two fists, while the steel skewer in his right hand pierced the third person's eye!

As Xiao Yao thrust the meat skewer forward, a sudden panic gripped his heart. If he poked someone's eye, he'd face legal trouble or at least have to pay compensation—money, oh money! He hesitated, slowing his hand. The man yelled and stumbled back, having missed, but continued hurling insults in Shanghai dialect.

Then, he kicked the fourth person away.

Xiao Yao got excited and started shouting in Spanish that he couldn't understand himself, then slammed his backpack down on an enemy's face.

He had already realized what was happening.

Although he cannot summon Don Quixote to fight for him in the real world, nor can he conjure up armor and a sword, the Spirit Fortress still allows his body to inherit the knight's martial arts.

At this moment, although he was unarmored and swordless, he possessed the golden armor of knowledge found in books, and with just his schoolbag, he was strong enough to fight these hooligans to a standstill.

Seeing how skilled Xiao Yao was in battle, the remaining few exchanged glances and dared not step forward.

"You old bastard! You've got some skills!" the man with the pompadour shouted, swinging the steel bar again to attack. The others, under his shouts and curses, cowered and surrounded him.

Xiao Yao fought several more rounds with them. Although he knocked down one of them and blocked the steel bar attack, he still took a few solid punches. Fortunately, none of them hit vital points, and since his adrenaline was high at the moment, he didn't feel much pain.

The problem was physical strength—the backpack was not a standard weapon, it was not easy to use and too heavy. After several exchanges, he was already panting. The opposing team also saw this weakness and, under the command of the man with the airplane head, started a war of attrition.

This can't go on for long.

Reality isn't a martial arts novel or fantasy. Everyone here is an adult—well, a minor—male. In this narrow alley, even the strongest martial arts skills are barely enough—not to mention the boss is equipped with weapons.

In the Chinese game of Go, four black stones can capture a white stone if they surround it. This shows that the ancients also knew that even the strongest warrior would find it difficult to deal with four strong opponents at the same time.

Of course, there's also the saying "strength can overcome skill," and Xiao Yao's strength, agility, speed, and endurance are all combined with Yu Luying's stats, which may have helped him persevere until now, but unfortunately...