Chapter 4 — I'm Already Excellent

But the problem is— I don't need him to save me! Taking a deep breath, I threw my bag on the ground, lifted my feet—
“Bang!”
A kick straight to the door, kicked open! That's right. My father is a gambling ghost. Is quite literally—dead. He gambled to the point of madness, then one night, drunk, he fell into the lake and drowned. From childhood to adulthood, the only person who raised me was my mother. He was almost non-existent in my life. All the money he earns goes to the casino, he never brings a single penny home. In my whole life, I've only met him right
three times. The third time was when the police called us to come pick up the body. Logically, his debt has nothing to do with us. After he died, during the funeral, a group of creditors came to riot once. But when they saw with their own eyes the pathetic situation of my family, they never came back again. Yet today— They appeared again. I took a deep breath, my eyes turned cold. You don't have to think about it— This is not normal. It's "the power of the plot". It's like I'm locked up
in the tool room the other day. Just like the "hero saves the beauty" comment has been screaming for a long time. The plot is forcing me into a corner, to create an opportunity for the male protagonist to appear. But sorry— I don't need that script.
“Bang!!!”
I kicked open the door, sharp eyes scanning straight towards the men in the house.
“Want to collect debt?” I slowly curled my lips, my voice carrying cold contempt.
"Then, present the papers. If there is no legal evidence, don't blame me for calling the police."
I pushed the door open and the sounds of destruction immediately stopped. The leader was a blonde guy, holding up a baseball bat, his face fiercely looking down at my mother—who was sitting on the ground, trembling with fear. I immediately realized the situation was not right. The mother's body was thin and weak, her shoulders trembled intermittently. She was about to have a seizure. It's a legacy of the years of hard work raising me alone. I clenched my fist, killing intent in my eyes flared. But before I could act, my mother saw me enter. The above fear
Her face immediately turned into panic. She didn't care about herself anymore, just stretched out her hand towards me, screaming in panic:
"Nhu... Nhu Nhu, run quickly! Don't worry about mom!"
I stopped walking. The clenched hand also trembled slightly. Comments exploded: 【Oh my god, my mother!!! I really can't stand this scene!】 【My biological mother also told me this... I cried...】 【No way! This is when the male protagonist appears! Hurry up and save these sisters!】 But I'm not waiting for him. I have never
Now waiting for someone to save me. I have saved myself for many years. I took a deep breath, suppressed my emotions to the bottom of my heart, then step by step moved forward. I looked straight into the eyes of the blond guy holding the stick, my voice was extremely calm:
"Want to collect debt? Show the papers."
The blonde guy was a bit stunned, seemingly not expecting me to be so calm. He frowned, held the baseball bat tighter, and snorted coldly:
"What papers? You owe us your father's debt, you have to pay it!"
I smiled coldly.
"Sorry, he's dead. His debt has nothing to do with me."
"Fuck off."
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I know very well what kind of people they are. These thugs are aggressive in their mouths, but in their hearts they are the most cowardly and afraid of death. They rely on violence to force others to bow, but as soon as they encounter someone more daring than themselves, they will immediately shrink. And I am that kind of person. I'm not afraid of death. I'm just afraid something will happen to my mother. I tightened my grip on the old scalpel, my cold eyes scanning each of the thugs that were rushing in
corner.
"What? Scared?" I curled my lips, my grip tightened, the knife reflected the sparkling light.
The blond man swallowed his saliva, but still tried to appear aggressive:
“You… you dare touch us?”
I smiled coldly.
“If you don't try, how will you know?”
Having said that, I took a step forward.
“Don't come here!!!” One guy shouted, reflexively stepping back.
I went one step further. They all instinctively retreated towards the corner of the wall.
“I'll say it again.” I raised the knife high, my eyes filled with terrifying calmness.
"Get out. Now. Immediately."
The air freezes in seconds. Then— The blonde cursed, turned around and ran ahead. The other guys immediately ran away, some even tripped and fell right in front of the door but still tried to get up and rush away, not daring to look back. The whole small alley vibrated with the sound of chaotic footsteps. In the blink of an eye, this group of people ran away without a trace remaining. I still stood in the same place, the knife in my hand shaking slightly, not because of fear, but because of the excessive burst of adrenaline. Comment already
completely exploded: 【CMN!!! SCHOOL GOD IS TOO STUPID! HOLDING A KNIFE ALONE TO CHASE A GROUP OF THUGS!】 【Oh my god oh my god, like this you still say she will fall into the heart of the male lead? She doesn't need anyone to save her at all!】 【The female supporting character is not being bullied, the supporting female is the final boss.】 【What kind of beauty saves the hero? The hero was slashed by the god and ran away!】 I exhaled and lowered the knife. Turning around, I immediately rushed to help my mother up. She was still trembling, but her eyes looked at me filled with panic and worry.
“Nhu Nhu, I… I…”
I squeezed her hand, my voice still a bit hoarse:
"It's okay, Mom. They're gone."
I think it's all over. But no. Because as soon as I settled down mom— A familiar voice rang out from the door:
“Le Le?”
I stiffened. Turning around— Jiang Ze was standing there. His eyes were surprised, shocked, and… shining. Strong on the outside, weak on the outside, specializes in bullying the weak but is afraid of those who risk their lives. Good people fear scoundrels, but scoundrels fear those who have nothing to lose.
Once a person no longer cares about his or her life—that is the scariest thing. I don't know what the so-called "hero saves the beauty" in the commentary's scenario is. But I know— Right now, my mother—the person who loves me the most—is scared to death because of those bastards. This small house—the only place I could call “home”—was destroyed by them. This is not a scene, not a script in a novel. This is my real life. I don't need anyone out
decide for me. I don't need to be a supporting character to glorify any man's heroism. In my own life, only I am the main character. What about everyone else? Based on what do they have the right to save me? I put down the knife, squeezed my mother's hand, to feel her warmth. At this point, I felt my heartbeat gradually stabilize. It's all done. But at that moment—
“Le Le?”
A familiar voice rang out from the door. I stiffened. Slowly turned around— Jiang Ze was standing there. His eyes were surprised, shocked, and… shining. Comments immediately exploded: 【The male lead finally appeared! But... is it a bit late?】 【That's not right, that's not right, according to the plot, he should have brought his brothers, taught the thugs, and then received the gratitude of the gods, right? How come I'm now a school god and I'm killing it all by myself?】 【I laughed crazy! Who is saved? Obviously the male lead got slapped in the face!】
【It's done, the male lead is completely crushed...】 I didn't say anything, just calmly looked at him. One second… two seconds… The atmosphere became strangely heavy. Finally, Jiang Ze took a step forward and slowly opened his mouth:
“Le Le... you're so good.”
Me: “……” This is his reaction?
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"Fuck you, you're crazy! Let's go!"
The blond man cursed and was about to turn around and call his juniors to retreat. But it's too late. Just then—
"It's the police! Don't move!"
Sirens sounded outside the small alley. They all stiffened and turned around to look at the door. Several uniformed policemen were entering, followed by a number of neighbors watching the excitement. I calmly lowered the knife and looked straight at the blond guy.
“How?” I curled my lips, my voice light but full of mockery.
"The debt hasn't been collected yet, and you have to go ahead and clear the schedule?"
The blonde haired man changed color and stammered: "You... when did you call the police?" I laughed coldly.
“Since I kicked the door in.”
Comments exploded again: 【THE GODDESS IS SO COOL! CALL THE POLICE FROM THE BEGINNING AND STILL CALMLY PERFORM THE END OF THE EXTRACT OF THE KNIFE?】 【I see, the divine scholar is not only good at studying, but also has high IQ, high EQ, and nerves also exude a murderous aura!】 【Where have all the female protagonists gone? I just want to kneel down and ask the female assistant to open a class to teach how to be human!】 【It's over, it's over, even the male lead can't save it anymore, who is the hero? It's clearly the female sidekick!】 The blond guy stiffened, then suddenly screamed, intending to rush out the door and run away.
But the police had surrounded the small alley. A police officer stepped forward, holding up his branch card:
"Someone reported threats and blackmail. We ask everyone to keep quiet and coordinate the investigation."
Blond guy: “…!” His subordinates turned pale and retreated into the corner of the wall. Got it. I put down the knife, turned back to support my mother, and said softly:
"It's okay, mom. It's over."
My mother nodded tremblingly and hugged me tightly.