Genshin Impact: Please don’t bully me, fellow stragglers

It seemed as if the ground beneath my feet had turned into a quagmire.

The chain around his neck began to appear.

His self-esteem collapsed, humiliation stank, and fear became more and more sticky the more he faced the confrontation, and Nanke was dragged down bit by bit.

"Call uncle." Someone was pressed next to him.

Too close, too close, every cell is clamoring to stay away, but the body can't move.

What should I do?

Just be patient.

Just be quiet and obedient.

It will pass.

I know how to get through it, but... there are skirmishers.

What should she do?

Every inch of air became heavy, and Nanke was pressed and pulled, sinking deeper and deeper, unable to extricate himself.

The top of the head was touched: "Nanke, hello."

Nanke hugged himself tightly, arched his back, and bit his lips so hard that they bled.

No.

A hand fell on the knee covered by the school uniform skirt: "I heard that your grades are very good?"

The heart that had been shattered and yet to be reshaped was not stable, and it began to collapse overwhelmingly.

"In middle school or high school?"

"She looks about the same age as my daughter. She's developing really well, isn't she?"

Don't put her unbearable past in front of the person she least wants to see, and stab her in the face.

"How old is this year?"

His upper arm was pinched and rubbed. His father sat across the wine table and said with a smile: "Fourteen years old."

His trembling throat finally couldn't hold back the sound, and a hint of crying escaped from his lips.

She gave in, give in now and stop.

Don't let the skirmishers look any further.

she……

"What are you afraid of?" An unusually cold young voice sounded in your ear, "I'm here."

Nanke's eyes were filled with chaos, and his fingers pinched his arm harder, bringing out heartbreaking pain: "Stop talking..."

Don't remind her of his existence.

The skirmisher was silent for two seconds: "This is just a dream."

"do not talk……"

He clearly knew that this was her real past.

"Open your eyes," the skirmisher said in a deep voice, with an unexplainable commanding tone, "You are being bullied but you don't even have a trace of anger or resistance. Are you a fool?"

Nanke whimpered.

"If you don't know what to do, just do as I say. Open your eyes."

The mottled colors were still flashing, and there was harsh noise under the backlight. People gathered around the table, which was covered with fruit plates and wine bottles.

The hands of the people around her were still blatantly on her body, and they were telling the father opposite that Nanke was very good, obedient, beautiful, and very suitable to be his daughter's companion.

Nanke couldn't help holding his breath.

This was different from her experience. The matter was not settled at that time, and the dream was derailed in a worse direction.

"Stand up," the skirmisher ordered accurately, "Do you see the bottle on the table?"

It was a dozen beers that the waiter had just brought in, and they were placed in front of her before the lid was removed.

"Pick it up and look to the side." Disgust mixed with murderous intent, with a hint of evil smile, "I don't expect you to be killed with one blow, just smash the bottle."

Nanke's fingers trembled.

He wants her to hurt someone? !

"This is the will of the gods. Do as I say." The skirmisher said nothing.

Even if he is her god, he is definitely not a kind god.

Nanke was strangely convinced.

She who used to sit here silently and forbearing was dead.

Now that I can't bear it anymore...

Nanke stretched out her hand and pinched the neck of a beer bottle. The people around her noticed her action, but didn't care. They pushed the half-drunk glass over and the father opposite looked at her and said, "Fill up the wine glass for uncle." "

Now that you've decided to do it...

Feeling that one hand was not strong enough, Nanke poured the wine bottle, holding the neck of the glass tightly with both hands, and raised it high, reflecting the brilliant light.

"Snapped!"

The glass shattered, and the malty aroma of beer mixed with snow-white foam flew everywhere.

Easier than expected.

Nanke's chest heaved violently, he took a deep breath to hold back tears, and he felt like laughing at himself for no apparent reason.

There was chaos in the box.

The person who was hit on the head let out a half scream, fainted on the spot, and rolled to the ground along the gap between the sofa and the wine table. The noisy singing stopped, and the background music continued to play. Someone ran over and turned on the headlight, illuminating the messy scene and Nanke, who was pale and still holding the bottle of wine in his hands.

"Nan Ke, you are crazy!" Her father was hysterical, stood up and raised his palms towards her.

"Don't throw away the wine bottles," the skirmisher's voice became cheerful, "Target whoever comes close to you."

The half-broken beer bottle, with the liquid still falling drop by drop, shimmered with the sharp section. Nan Ke raised it and faced his father.

The father froze in shock.

Of course, the slap she wanted to give her didn't come off.

"Go to the door, don't leave your back to them," the voice in her ears was like puppet strings, manipulating her limbs accurately, "While retreating, follow me..."

"You are worthy of touching me?" Nanke looked at the room full of people, writing like ice, "Be glad that you are in another world, otherwise, I will make you... worse than falling into hell. Life is worse than death, you bastards!"

After finally reciting Lord Guobeng's oral instructions, Nanke exited the box, smashed the wine bottle at the door, turned around and ran away.

"Useless guy," the skirmisher chuckled in her ear, "You can talk so much, but it seems that your tongue is far from flexible enough?"

Nanke almost fell to the ground while trying to escape.

Nanke did not go to the hotel front desk to borrow a phone. Instead, he ran out and turned a corner to find the intersection next to the hotel.

On the way here, I saw traffic police on duty here.

Her school uniform still had the words xx Junior High School printed on it, and she smelled of alcohol. After hearing her appeal, the traffic policeman immediately picked up the walkie-talkie.

The patrol officer drove over very quickly. On the way to the police station in the police car, on the road next door, the ambulance and police car had just arrived.

Safe.

Nanke breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back on his seat.

Then I spent most of the night at the police station.

First, he was called to understand the situation by the policewoman who was aware of it. Not long after, his father and the others also arrived. Nanke, who was underage, explained the whole story first, then lay down at a policeman's computer desk across the front desk, looking at the group of men in suits and leather shoes. The young man was so scolded that he could not hold his head up.

Nanke took a nap, and when he was woken up, everyone except his father was driven away.

It seems that mediation has been negotiated and she can go home.

"I don't dare." Nanke looked at the glaring father in front of him and lowered his head, "He will take me to the hotel again."

So the police gave her a form and asked her to write down her address and school, saying they would visit her from time to time.

On the way back to the car, we were in a small space together, and my father's anger became visibly getting heavier and heavier.

"Are you sure he won't dare to attack you again?" Skirmisher asked.

"Probably." Nanke replied in a low voice, looking out the window at the long line of traffic.

After all the fuss, she actually felt very peaceful.

The touch of the hard wine bottle in her hand was vague, and she couldn't even believe that the girl who hurt others was actually herself.

like a dream.

No, this was originally a dream, right?

Nanke thought about it again.

It's a nightmare based on her memories.

But the strange thing is that when she escaped tonight, her dream was not broken.

Is there something else waiting for her behind?