Chapter 14 Chapter Fourteen

Tomorrow is "Visiting Family Day", and I feel a little restless.In my opinion, "Family Visiting Day" is like the end of the world: everything after that doesn't matter.Everything I do is for this moment.I miss my parents, but may or may not see them again.As for whether it is good or not, I don't know. I tried to pull the pant leg up, but it got stuck at the knee.I couldn't help but frowned, looking at my legs helplessly, the bulging muscles stuck to the trouser legs.I simply loosened my trouser legs and turned my head to look at the back of my thigh, where another muscle protruded.

I moved to the side, stood in front of the mirror, and found that my arms, legs, and abdomen were all muscles that I had never had before.I pinched the side of my body, and the original layer of fat disappeared.Dauntless' freshman ordeal stole all the softness in my body.Is this a good thing or a bad thing? Anyway, at least I'm definitely fitter than I used to be.I wrapped the towel around me, walked out of the women's bathroom, and headed straight for the dormitory.Hopefully no one in the dorm will see me go in with just a towel wrapped around me, but I really can't fit in those pants.

When I gently opened the dormitory door, my heart sank.Pete, Molly, Drew and a few other freshmen were standing at the back wall laughing.They looked up at me as I walked in, and there was a snicker, Molly's snorting laugh louder than the others. I pretended they weren't there, walked to the bed as if nothing had happened, and groped in the drawer under the bed, hoping to quickly find the dress Christina asked me to buy.When I found it, I tied the towel tightly with one hand and held the dress with the other, and stood up, not wanting Pete to stand behind me unnoticed. I jumped back unconsciously and nearly hit my head on Christina's bed.I was about to slip past him when he slammed his hand on Christina's bed frame, blocking the way.I should have known that he would not let me go so easily, he would never let go of any opportunity to mock me.

"Zombie, I really didn't expect you to be skinny." "Stay away from me." My voice was inexplicably calm. "Don't forget, this is not the central building. No one will listen to zombies to give orders." He looked at me, not the kind of greedy men look at women, but cold and critical, carefully examining every shortcoming, wishing to put me All the shortcomings of the whole body are dug out.The others slowly came over and surrounded Pete, and my heart was suddenly suspended, and I could hear my own heartbeat. This is bad. You have to get out of this damn place quickly.

Out of the corner of my eye, I scanned the best route to the door. If I could get under Pete's arm while he wasn't looking, and run with all my might, I should be able to escape. "Everyone, take a look," Molly said with a smile, crossing her arms and crossing her chest, "She hasn't developed yet." "Not necessarily," Drew said. "There must be something hidden under her towel, why don't we take a look." This is a great opportunity!I slipped under Pete's arm and rushed to the door, but something grabbed the towel, pulled it back hard, and then yanked it—it was Pete, and he was holding the towel tightly in his hand.The towel slipped from my hands, my whole body was exposed to the cold air, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up.

There was a burst of laughter in the dormitory, I rushed to the door desperately, pressed the dress in my hand to cover my vital parts, then ran at full speed across the corridor, rushed into the bathroom, slammed the door, leaned on the door, gasped, and closed my eyes . It's okay, I don't care. But I still couldn't help sobbing, and hurriedly covered my mouth so as not to cry out.It doesn't matter what they see, I keep shaking my head, as if I want to tell myself that I really don't care through this action. With trembling hands, I pull the dress, an all-black dress with a V-neck that reaches to the knees, just enough to show the tattoo on the collarbone.

Once I got dressed, the urge to cry was gone. At this moment, there was an uncontrollable fire burning inside me, and I really wanted to beat them up. I look at myself in the mirror.If I want to do it, I will do it. I couldn't fight in a skirt, so before going into the training room for my last fight, I went to the base pit to buy some new clothes.This time, I hope the opponent is Pete. "Hey, where have you been all morning?" Christina yelled at me as soon as I walked into the training room.I glanced at the confrontation list on the "blackboard" on the other end, and there was an empty space after my name - I had no opponent yet.

"I'm delayed by something." The fourth child stood in front of the "blackboard" and raised his hand to write my opponent's name.I said to myself, please, let me confront Pete, please, please... "Triss, are you okay? You look a little..." Al said with concern. "Something?" The fourth child walked away from the "blackboard", I looked up, and the name written next to me was Molly.Not Pete, but pretty good too. "A little nervous," Al said. My fight with Molly was last on the list, which meant I had three fights left before I fought her.Edward and Pete are the penultimate game, well, Edward is the only one of us who can take Pete down, and Pete has it this time.It's a no-brainer for Christina to confront Al, which means Al is sure to lose quickly.He has been like this all week.

"Leave me some, will you?" Al begged Christina. "It's not guaranteed," Christina said. The first pair to appear was Will and Myra, standing in the middle of the field, facing each other, neither attacking.For a moment they just moved back and forth tentatively, one throwing a punch and taking it back, the other throwing a kick which unfortunately missed.At the other end of the room, the fourth child was leaning against the wall, yawning boredly. This showdown won't last long.I looked up at the "blackboard" and predicted the win or loss of each game. I could probably make a good guess.I bit my nails, Molly was not to be underestimated.Christina has lost to her, which is enough to prove how powerful she is.Her fists are powerful, but she doesn't move her feet very much, and generally just punches in place.If her fist can't hit me, she can't hurt me.

Sure enough, the next confrontation between Christina and Al ended quickly, without pain or itching.After taking a few hard punches in the face, Al fell heavily to the ground and never got up again.Eric shook his head helplessly. The one between Edward and Pete was longer.Even though they're two of the best freshmen in combat, the disparity between them is stark.I saw Edward punching Pete on the chin with lightning speed - I remembered Will's words, he has been learning martial arts since he was ten years old.Obviously, that speed and agility are far beyond Pete's. By the end of the three games, my poor nails were bitten down to the flesh, and my stomach was growling with hunger, and I wanted to have lunch.But apart from the field, I didn't look at anyone or anything. I kept my eyes on the field, not daring to neglect it.Most of the anger has disappeared, but it is not difficult to flare up again.All I had to do was think about how cold it was, and how loud their laughter was—"Look, everyone, she hasn't developed yet!" The rage in my heart was like a flame, burning hotter and hotter.

Molly stood across from me. "Is that thing I see on your left butt a birthmark?" she continued, smirking. "God, you're so pale, Zombie!" She will definitely strike first.She always does. Molly was the first to attack me, she seemed to put all her weight on her fist.As she moved forward, I dodged nimbly and punched her in the lower abdomen, right at the navel.And before her fist hit me, I had slipped past her, raising my hands to guard against her next attack. She couldn't laugh anymore, she flew towards me, as if she was going to throw me down, and I jumped away.The words of the fourth child linger in my ears, my most powerful weapon is my elbow.To be amazing, I have to find a way to use it. I blocked another punch with my forearm.It stings a little, but I ignore it.At this time, there is no time to be distracted.Her veins were exposed, she gritted her teeth, and let out a desperate howl from the back of her throat. The sound was not like a human, but more like the roar of an angry beast.She tried to kick me to the side and I dodged it and she missed her balance and as she wobbled I rushed forward and elbowed her in the face.But her head jerked back just in time, and my elbow brushed her chin. Then she punched me hard in the ribs, I nearly fell, staggered back to the side, panting heavily.There must be something she can't protect.Go punch her in the face, but that's probably not the wisest thing to do.I looked at her, thinking about the most "neglected" parts of her body.Her hands were raised too high, covering her nose and face, but this exposed her belly and ribs.Turns out, Molly and I have the same weaknesses in fighting. We stared at each other for a second. I landed a low uppercut just below her navel and it sank right into her flesh.Obviously, the punch was a bit heavy, I only heard her mouth spit out a breath against my ear, and then took a big mouthful of breath.While she was panting, I hit her legs with a "sweeping leg" from underneath, and she fell heavily to the ground, causing a cloud of dust to rise from the ground.I pulled my leg back, lifted my foot, and kicked her in the ribs as hard as I could. Since I was a child, my parents taught me not to "add insult to injury", and they would definitely not approve of me kicking a person who has fallen to the ground. But I can't handle that much anymore. Molly curled up to protect her side and I kicked again, this time in the stomach, full of hatred.Telling you to say "I haven't developed yet!", I kicked her down again, this time hard in the face, and the nosebleeds gushed out and flowed all over her face.Telling you to shout "Everyone come and see", I kicked her hard in the chest again. I continued to lift my feet, but the fourth brother grabbed my arm, and he pulled me away from her with an irresistible force.Panting through gritted teeth, I stared at Molly, whose face was covered in blood.The blood was dark and red to my heart, and in a way it was really thick and beautiful. She groaned in pain, and there was a gurgling sound in her throat, and blood slowly flowed from the corner of her mouth. "You won," said the fourth child in a low voice, "stop." I wiped the sweat from my brow.The fourth child stared at me, his eyes were wide open, and "worries" were written all over them. "I think you should go," he said, "you better go out and walk." "I'm fine." I said. "I'm fine now." I said it again, this time to myself! I wish I could feel a little guilty about what I just did. But I don't.