Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 255 Thorny Rose (12)

Yan Zhen's breathing was cut off, and her expression changed instantly. She immediately raised her hand to pry Xu Zhiyun's hand off.

But once he got to the point, he realized that his body wasn't up to par and that he was no match for Xu Zhiyun in terms of strength.

She tried to pry it open but couldn't, so she turned around and forcefully poked Xu Zhiyun's eyeball.

Caught off guard by the sneak attack, Xu Zhiyun screamed in pain and released his hands to cover his eyes.

Yan Zhen quickly circled behind her, wrapped his arm around her neck, and Xu Zhiyun immediately lost her balance and fell backward.

Yan Zhen pressed his left shoulder firmly against her back, his arm pressing down continuously, and used all his strength to give her a "naked choke".

With his carotid artery blocked, preventing blood from flowing to his brain, Xu Zhiyun's body went limp and he went into shock within ten seconds.

Yan Zhen knew that this loss of consciousness was temporary and that Xu Zhiyun would wake up in less than a minute. She let go of his hand, crawled over to pick up the stun gun, and then turned back to give Xu Zhiyun a stun gun.

Upon confirming that Xu Zhiyun was unconscious, Yan Zhen had no time to breathe a sigh of relief when a tightness in his chest made it increasingly difficult to breathe.

The struggle just now triggered my asthma.

The asthma attack came on suddenly, and within seconds Yan Zhen felt severe chest tightness and dizziness. She shakily reached for her asthma medication in her coat pocket.

But his hands were shaking so badly that the medicine bottle fell to the ground as soon as he took it out and rolled a long way.

Yan Zhen could only endure the dizziness and crawl over with difficulty to pick up the medicine.

Just as she was about to touch the medicine bottle, a slender and elegant hand picked up the medicine first. The person knelt down on one knee, helped Yan Zhen, who was lying on the ground in a disheveled state, to sit up, and held the medicine to her nose.

Yan Zhen immediately hugged her hand holding the medicine, took a few deep breaths, and finally caught his breath after his almost choked breathing.

After taking the medicine, Yan Zhen finally recovered from the dizziness and chest tightness after a while. She looked up and saw the person still holding her in their arms, looking down at her.

She was the girl I met in the alley that night.

Their eyes met, and her beautiful eyes remained emotionless, giving Yan Zhen the illusion that he was staring at an exquisite BJD doll.

She sat up slightly and said, "Thank you."

The girl shook her head, indicating that she was welcome.

This was the third time Yan Zhen had seen her.

Recalling the day Wang Jianchun fell down the school stairs, and how the girl showed him the glass marbles that could serve as evidence as the ambulance doors were about to close, Yan Zhen had a gut feeling that her presence in this secluded restroom today was no coincidence.

She may have followed me here.

What does she want to do?

The second rule for the survival of the weak: When in a situation of absolute weakness, do not easily make enemies; it is always better to have one more friend than one more enemy.

Thinking of this, Yan Zhen asked in a calm tone, "Do you know me?"

The girl nodded.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Yan Zhen asked again, "Can't you speak?"

The girl then spoke, her voice low and husky: "Yes."

Her slightly rough voice didn't match her delicate and beautiful appearance at all, and Yan Zhen seemed to understand why she didn't like to talk.

“My name is Lin Xun,” Yan Zhen said.

The girl nodded and introduced herself: "Song Yi".

"It's a nice name," Yan Zhen complimented casually. This wasn't the place to chat, so she got up to deal with the situation.

However, she had just had an asthma attack, and as soon as she got up, a strong wave of dizziness hit her head, her knees buckled, and she was about to kneel down.

Song Yi reacted quickly and reached out to support her.

After recovering from the dizziness, Yan Zhen opened her eyes and found herself being held in Song Yi's arms, her arms dangling at his sides like a weak, unsteady shrimp.

She instinctively straightened up, her body brushing against Song Yi's chest before quickly separating.

Song Yi's breath hitched.

An inappropriate thought popped into Yan Zhen's mind: Song Yi... such a flat chest.

Lin Xun's chest was already quite flat due to a long-term illness, and Song Yi's was even flatter.

"You go out first, I need to tidy up this place," Yan Zhen said.

Song Yi was obedient enough to get up and leave the bathroom, not forgetting to take Yan Zhen's schoolbag, which was lying on the ground, with her.

Yan Zhen put away the stun gun on the ground, dragged Xu Zhiyun and the boy into separate restroom stalls, and then locked the doors.

Just to be on the safe side, she also used a mop to wed the doorknob from the outside to ensure that the two of them couldn't get out.

This is called giving someone a taste of their own medicine!

After finishing, Yan Zhen clapped his hands and turned around. Song Yi stood quietly under the big tree in front of the restroom, her schoolbag still hanging on her shoulder. She looked as pure and beautiful as an elf who came out to stroll around in the night.

Yan Zhen walked over and took his schoolbag: "Let's go."

The two walked side by side out of the woods.

At first, neither of them spoke, and the only sound was the crunching of their feet on the fallen leaves. As they approached the edge of the woods, Song Yi suddenly asked, "Do you need any help?"

Yan Zhen was confused: "Huh?"

“I can help you stay.”

Yan Zhen didn't stop walking: "No need, thank you."

She had no relationship or grudge with Song Yi, and she didn't know anything about him. If she rashly accepted his help under these circumstances, she might have to repay this favor many times over in the future.

After all, there's no such thing as a free lunch. What falls from the sky is more likely a trap than a pie in the sky.

Seeing that she refused, Song Yi didn't say anything more.

As Song Yi walked out of the woods, he stopped.

Seeing this, Yan Zhen stopped as well: "What's wrong?"

“I live over there.” Song Yi pointed to the opposite side of the dormitory.

Yan Zhen looked in the direction she was pointing and immediately understood why she had dared to say she could help him stay.

That luxurious building was the residence of the absolute privileged class, filled with the descendants of the top echelons of the pyramid. Even someone like Jiang Xicun, whose family assets exceeded 100 million, had to step aside in front of them.

"Well then, goodbye." Yan Zhen waved to her and turned to leave.

But after taking a few steps, she seemed to remember something and turned back to look at Song Yi: "Did you throw away the marbles?"

Song Yi shook his head.

Yan Zhen held out his hand: "Can you give it back to me?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Song Yi took out three marbles from his pocket and handed them to her.

Yan Zhen was certain that he had scattered the marbles that day before he put them away.

After thinking for a moment, she asked again, "About today..."

"I won't tell anyone," Song Yi said.

She was very smart, and Yan Zhen was very satisfied. He smiled at her and said, "Thanks."

Song Yi paused slightly, then mimicked her by tugging at the corners of her mouth and smiling.

However, her upturned lips and curved eyebrows, like the paper figures in a funeral supply store clumsily mimicking a human smile, were stiff and somewhat eerie.

Yan Zhen controlled his expression, not revealing anything strange, greeted Song Yi, and went back to his dormitory.

Song Yi stood there, watching Yan Zhen's figure disappear into the distance, before turning around and slowly returning to the luxury building.

Once inside, she took off her shoes and, as she walked towards the bedroom, removed her coat, shirt, and skirt, tossing them carelessly on the floor.

Standing naked in front of the full-length mirror in the bedroom, "she" looked at herself in the mirror, noticing her slightly protruding Adam's apple, her flat chest, and the male primary sexual characteristics in her lower abdomen.

It was clearly the body of a boy who had not yet fully grown up.

Slowly raising his hand to his chest, Song Yi took a deep breath. Recalling the brief touch in the woods, an indescribable fervor gradually welled up in his eyes.

He needs to get his hands on that person.