Dragon Clan: I, Nono! Inherit countless futures!

Chapter 60: Minamoto no Chizuru in her childhood

The malice of teenagers is often purer than that of adults, and it comes out of nowhere.

In their world, there is no need for a reason to hate someone, let alone the fact that this boy is always different from them.

His thin physique, shy and introverted personality, and delicate, boyish face—all of these were the root of their aversion.

Even if the boy did nothing wrong.

"Yuan Zhinü, so this has finally come to you. As expected, without your brother, you are nothing."

The boy in the lead laughed disdainfully, his eyes full of contempt: "And your brother has finally given up on you, this burden."

"You're talking nonsense, my brother never abandoned me."

The boy, who would bite his lip and remain silent no matter how he was bullied, immediately exploded upon hearing this, loudly retorting like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Where is your brother?"

The boy in the lead seemed to find it amusing to gradually break down the other person's psychological defenses, and didn't mind rambling on: "How many times has this happened already? Your brother has left you alone at the shrine."

"I saw it. He just left with some rich guys from the city. They even brought him a Coke. Did your brother share some with you?"

"If he didn't want you anymore, why didn't he take you with him?"

Yuan Zhinv's eyes gradually reddened, but he stubbornly tilted his head back, refusing to let the tears fall.

His hands were clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh, but he felt no pain at all. It was as if he was talking to the boys, or perhaps to himself.

"My brother would never abandon me; he's just busy with something."

Upon hearing his words, all the boys surrounding him burst into laughter.

His beloved older brother, Yuan Zhisheng, never appeared.

Genjiro would certainly not appear.

Both Genjiro and the boys knew that Genjiro had just left.

He got into the car of that wealthy man from the city, and no one knows where he went. He told Yuan Zhi Nu that he had some things to take care of.

This kind of thing has been happening frequently lately.

Although it happened before, that person didn't come very often, sometimes only a few times a year.

But these past few days, I don't know if that man is on vacation, but he comes to pick up Yuan Zhisheng every day and brings him a Coke every time.

However, the man never asked Yuan Zhisheng to take Yuan Zhinu with him. Yuan Zhisheng was afraid that Yuan Zhinu would be sad, so he only told him that he had something to do, but did not say what it was.

But Genjiro actually knows everything.

But he dared not say it. He was afraid that if he did, his brother would hate him. He was even more afraid that his brother would run off with that rich man in the city, leaving him all alone in this small town, all lonely and miserable.

He was afraid of being abandoned, so he could only pretend to be even more obedient and didn't dare to ask a single question.

Because the priest of Shikatori Shrine is old, the boys in the town take turns going to Shikatori Shrine to study. The priest says that the boy who studies well can become the next priest.

Genji was the best student, and the priest thought highly of him, so he often had him come to study.

In the past, Genjiro would always come with him at this time.

Although these boys had long disliked him and had caused him trouble before, they had all been chased away by Yuan Zhisheng. So as long as Yuan Zhisheng was around, they didn't dare to bully Yuan Zhinu too much.

Until recently, they discovered that Genjiro would leave at this time every day, so they immediately came to cause trouble for Genjiro.

They were determined to vent their frustration at his brother's treatment.

They pushed the thin boy to the ground and pulled his hair hard. The boy finally couldn't control himself anymore, and tears streamed down his face. He struggled to escape while helplessly calling out for his brother.

But he was too weak, and surrounded by these people, he had no way to break free.

Many tourists around felt sorry for them, but no one stepped forward to stop them. No one wanted to provoke these wild children in such a barbaric and uncivilized place.

The boy's cries were like those of a frail little animal, sobbing so heartbreakingly.

Just as everyone reluctantly looked away, thinking that out of sight, out of mind, a sigh rang out.

"He's supposed to be one of the future villainous big bosses, so how come he had such a miserable childhood?"

Chen Motong sighed as she walked toward the boys.

Sensing her approach, the leader immediately became alert and shouted, "Who are you? Mind your own business!"

"Whether it's bullying the few with numbers or the strong bullying the weak, it's all a bit beastly," Chen Motong said. "Get out of here now, and you'll avoid getting beaten up."

Chen Motong doesn't speak Japanese and can only understand it through a translator, but the other person doesn't have a translator, so they have no idea what she's saying, and both of them look blank.

But they weren't stupid; they could tell that Chen Motong had come with ill intentions.

As she drew closer, the leader gritted his teeth, raised his fist, and was about to punch her, but the girl did not dodge; she simply raised her hand.

The moment their fists met, the crisp sound of bones breaking rang out, and the leader's expression instantly turned extremely ferocious as he let out a painful scream.

He collapsed to the ground, rolling around with his hand in his arms. It was vaguely visible that his entire hand was twisted and deformed, clearly broken.

Everyone was stunned by what they saw, completely unprepared for this turn of events. But the boys were furious when they saw their leader being knocked to the ground by such a small, bratty girl.

They roared and charged angrily at the red-haired girl who was casually swinging her hand.

Then—one person got punched.

The girl looked thin and petite, no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, but she had an incredible strength. Every time she punched someone, a sharp scream would immediately follow.

The way he did it so effortlessly was as if he were crushing a few overconfident ants.

Before long, all those wicked boys were lying on the ground wailing, crying their hearts out.

Before Yuan Zhinü could even realize what had happened, all the boys who had bullied her had already been beaten to the ground.

The girl who saved him was standing right in front of him. The evening sunlight wasn't glaring, but her red hair was still dazzling in the light.

Yuan Zhinv stared blankly at her, suddenly finding her white clothes, now covered in mud from rolling on the ground, so glaringly conspicuous. She lowered her head in embarrassment, tears welling up in her eyes again.

"Thank you," he said.

The man didn't answer; he looked up, somewhat puzzled.

Then he saw the beautiful, radiant girl, like an angel, reach out her hand to him.