It seems that the villain is targeting me.

"...Yes, yes," the classmate tugged at the boy's clothes and mustered up the courage to stick half of his head out, "I can give you my money too, just don't be impulsive..."

Chen Zhengkang almost screamed: "What good are a few thousand dollars! He owes a loan shark! A loan shark! The interest alone is five or six hundred a day!"

If he delays for one more day, he will have to take on another debt. When the interest compounds crazily, it will become an astronomical figure that he cannot repay at all.

In just a few days, the amount of money he owed increased from more than 40,000 yuan at the beginning to 90,000 yuan!

No, that's not right. I can't argue with her anymore.

This money-losing girl never thought about going with me, she was just stalling for time!

There was a hint of ferocious light in Chen Zhengkang's eyes.

He gathered up his strength, took several steps forward, and rushed straight towards the two girls.

Chen Zhengkang didn't even need to think, his body started moving.

He is used to using violence like this. It is the only way he can understand to communicate with his family members. He uses violence to maintain his absolute position in the family.

Chen Zhengkang was very sure that this time would be no different.

But he miscalculated two things.

One is the impact of the injury on his hand: because he can only use one hand, his sense of balance has deteriorated and his accuracy has also decreased.

Secondly, he did not expect Chen Xiaoya to dare to resist.

Although this idea makes many people feel uncomfortable, there is indeed a consensus in society that everyone naturally has absolute power over their children.

For some parents, their children are the first slaves they have in their lives.

How could slaves possibly resist?

Ha, impossible, absolutely impossible, I have never seen it before.

Chen Zhengkang was full of confidence, thinking that he had the advantage and didn't think the kid could do anything at all.

But since he was sprinting up from the stairs below, in reality, Chen Xiaoya was the one who occupied the advantageous position.

She was determined to take advantage of this.

Chen Zhengkang then saw that when he rushed over, the child not only did not turn around and run away, but even took the initiative to come towards him.

Everyone knows that going down stairs is faster than climbing them.

His mouth opened wide, and he could even see the pattern on the soles of the shoes clearly - he couldn't help but see it because the soles were constantly enlarging in front of his eyes.

"Crack!"

The strong smell of blood and dust from the soles of shoes filled his nose, and Chen Zhengkang staggered back two steps.

He clearly heard the sound of his nose breaking, just like a small branch being broken by accidentally stepping on it.

What followed was a severe pain that came like a tidal wave.

"what--"

He covered his bleeding nose and roared angrily.

Chen Xiaoya's kick landed accurately on her father's face - because she was a good kid who didn't usually fight, the kick didn't land hard, and the damage wasn't as great as it looked.

But enough of the insult.

Chen Zhengkang covered his bleeding nose and cursed viciously, saying several swear words in succession.

He did not lose his ability to move because of the kick, but was instead aroused by the severe pain.

——Yes, although he was very unwilling, Chen Zhengkang was an adult male after all. His physical fitness was there, and he would not be defeated so easily.

Unless there are weapons in hand, the gap in physical fitness is difficult to bridge.

Rather than feeling pain, he felt more in disbelief that 'this money-loser actually dared to attack me'.

He didn't care about planning or escape routes. Chen Zhengkang's reason had been consumed by anger, and his mind was only thinking about defending his absolute authority as a "father".

Yes, she must be taught a lesson.

Just like before, after two hard slaps, he would behave himself, and after a beating until his head was bleeding, he would not dare to talk back.

The moment this thought came into his mind, Chen Zhengkang's body suddenly froze.

He stopped swearing, stopped moving his feet, and even his eyes lost focus.

Then, he fell straight down, his face landing hard on the ground.

That is clearly different from a normal 'fall'. Most people will have a very obvious cushioning action when they fall to the ground, using their arms or shoulders to reduce the impact.

Only someone who had lost consciousness in an instant would fall straight down like this, completely unprepared.

As Chen Zhengkang fell to the ground, the sharp kitchen knife slipped from his hand and landed beside him with a clang.

Chen Xiaoya was startled and stepped back instinctively.

Half a step.

"Well……"

She stared at Chen Zhengkang, who lay motionless on the ground, for several seconds before finally asking filially, "Is he dead?"

The girl at the same table was even more confused than her: "No, I don't know..."

The two looked at each other, both at a loss.

Finally, Chen Xiaoya bravely walked over, bent down carefully and picked up the knife.

During this process, she had been carefully observing Chen Zhengkang's expression, fearing that he was deliberately cheating and was waiting for her to pass by before suddenly exploding.

But it turned out that the little girl was overthinking it: her cheap father didn't even bat an eyelid, just lying there bleeding from the nose.

Chen Xiaoya put the knife away.

She hesitated for a long time, not knowing what to do with it. Holding it in her hand felt a little dangerous, but if she threw it far away, she was worried that Chen Zhengkang would suddenly wake up and rush over to pick it up.

...Finally, I decided to temporarily put it in the small bag carried by my deskmate, together with the test papers, pencil case, and the two romance novels I secretly hid.

My deskmate looked very painful.

After Chen Xiaoya did all this, her stepfather still did not move, but just lay on the stairs in an extremely awkward posture.

Could he really be dead?

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Chen Zhengkang, who had fallen to the ground, let out a sound like a train whistle from his mouth and nose.

"Huff-huff-huff-" The snoring sound, sometimes high and sometimes low, echoed in the stairwell, appearing to be very rhythmic, "Huff-huff-"

Yes, he fell asleep.

He didn't care about the surrounding environment at all, and didn't care about the lying posture at all. He used the sky as a blanket and the ground as a mat, and truly slept soundly like a baby.

Chen Xiaoya: “…”

Deskmate:"……"

Chen Xiaoya felt that this thing might be sick, and almost instinctively wanted to stay away from it.

She retreated towards her classmates, holding onto the wall as she moved backwards.

But because the light here was so bad, Chen Xiaoya accidentally stepped on empty air.

Her heels slipped and she slid straight down like she was on a slide.

Fortunately, the soles of her shoes quickly stepped on the obstacle, and the friction suddenly increased, stopping the downward trend.

"Click."

What was that sound? Chen Xiaoya subconsciously lowered his head and found that he had stepped on something white.

Looking again, oh, it turned out to be Chen Zhengkang's bandaged hand.

Chen Zhengkang's facial features, which had originally been quite peaceful, suddenly became twisted into a chrysanthemum shape.

He grunted in pain from his throat, and his arm twitched in pain.

Even if he had taken a strong sleeping pill, he should have woken up by now. Chen Zhengkang pried open his eyelids tremblingly, howled in pain, and tremblingly raised his palm that had been stabbed into a pile of rotten flesh.

Chen Zhengkang was shaking like a sieve, as if he couldn't believe that this was his own hand.

The boy next to him helped his deskmate, who had stood up again, and silently took a few steps back.

"you you,"

As if realizing who had kicked him, Chen Zhengkang twisted and crawled on the stairs, screaming hysterically: "I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill—"

As soon as he finished saying the word 'sha', he scored a second goal and fell down with a croak.

fall down.

Chen Xiaoya even heard the sound of his teeth knocking against the steps.

The classmate didn't know what was going on. She didn't dare to look down, but just held the boy's arm in fear.

For a moment, the stairwell was so silent that you could hear a pin drop.

Chen Xiaoya was a worldly-wise kid, and even if she encountered a knife-wielding criminal, she could still handle it calmly and composedly—but she had never seen a scene like this before.

Seriously, what should I do in this situation?

Should I call the police? Or should I just notify the mental hospital to come and take him away?

Otherwise, just turn around and leave... I don't want to admit that I have any blood relationship with this man.

On the other hand, perhaps because the crisis was resolved inexplicably, the girl sitting at the same table also recovered.

She held onto the stair railing and said in shock, "I was so scared. What happened to that person just now?"

The classmate's eyes shifted between Chen Xiaoya and the man lying on the ground. She looked a little confused.

"I remember he seemed to call your name before..."

Chen Xiaoya paused slightly and glanced at his deskmate out of the corner of his eye.

She actually doesn't look alike to Chen Zhengkang. Chen Xiaoya's facial features are more like her mother's, except for her rare, jet-black eyes, which are inherited from her father's genes.

If not informed in advance, it would be difficult to tell the blood relationship between two people based on their appearance alone.

"Could it be possible..."

The little girl hesitantly raised her hand and pointed at the man on the ground, her eyes widening nervously: "Could this be a deliberate vendetta?!"

...This is simply because I've read too many suspense novels.

"I don't know," Chen Xiaoya said with a stern face, "I don't know him, I've never seen him."

The girl sitting at the same table was a simple person and did not doubt the boy's three consecutive denials.

She was still terrified, but her thinking had returned to normal. "We should get security to help. This person is dangerous... It would be best to contact the school and call the police directly."

Chen Xiaoya praises

With this decision, she was also going to call the police, even if her deskmate was not there.

Entering the campus with a knife is an extremely serious act. He should be sent to a detention center or even imprisoned.

Such a dangerous person should not continue to roam around in society. It is better for everyone to lock him up.

Even Chen Zhengkang himself may not be unwilling to go to jail - compared to being beaten to death by debt collectors, he may live longer in jail.

But that's something the adults should deal with.

Chen Xiaoya thought for a moment and said, "One of us will stay here, and the other will go notify the guard."

"Hmm," my deskmate looked at the person on the ground hesitantly, feeling that this wasn't safe enough, "What if he suddenly wakes up again..."

"Then let's tie him up first." said Chen Xiaoya.

The two men used local materials to twist their clothes and coats into a rope and tied the unconscious Chen Zhengkang to the railing.

"It's tied up," Chen Xiaoya straightened up and dusted off his hands. "I'll stay here, you go call someone over... Can you still walk?"

The risk of staying here is undoubtedly greater, so Xiaoya is taking the initiative to take on a more dangerous task.

The classmate at the same table was also reminded by Chen Xiaoya's words.

She lowered her head to look at her sprained foot and tried to turn her ankle again - the stinging sensation was not severe, far from the point where she could not walk.

"Walking should be fine," the little girl said, moving her injured foot curiously. "It turns out people can really be paralyzed by fear... I couldn't even stand up just now."

"Anyway, I'm going to go find the security guard first," she said, leaving her schoolbag with Chen Xiaoya. "Be careful."