Kung Fu Baby with 17 Doting Brothers-Chapter 445: Rebellion

The senior was stunned.

Xu Yue, who specifically came to guide Tuanzi, was also stunned.

Tuanzi initially wanted to rush forward but feared that it might impair Gu Zhuo’s performance, so he stood patiently in place, clenching his fist with one hand, whispering, "Nice hit! A bit harder next time!"

Xu Yue: "..."

Unable to resist looking down, the young woman was unexpectedly adorable, with big eyes and a small nose, even more delicate than the dolls in the shop windows. But was she really a fighting enthusiast?

He was worried that this little girl might rush out and start punching and kicking the senior herself any moment.

With the prowess of this Little Heroine, the senior would likely be defenseless.

Recalling the usual behavior of this senior, Xu Yue was somewhat looking forward to seeing him beaten to a pulp.

On the other side, the senior clutched his nose, shocked, staring at this punching bag in front of him.

The punching bag, usually bullied easily, was now red in the face, aggressive, with the punching hand still clenched, seemingly planning a second strike.

"You, you actually dare to hit me?"

Gu Zhuo coldly laughed, "You’re exactly who I want to hit!"

Don’t think he was unaware of the fate awaiting the little friend mentioned by the senior; dare to curse his sister, and he’d hit him every time he heard it!

Usually silent and enduring, when this person suddenly rose up, the senior’s initial thought wasn’t to hit back but to seek arbitration and gain advantage.

"The semester’s performance evaluation is starting soon, hitting someone will surely ruin your chances."

Gu Zhuo was indifferent towards evaluations, finding the statement absurd.

He wasn’t robust enough, too delicate in appearance; bullied at school ever since he was small, he had gotten used to it over time.

This senior belonged to the robust, domineering type. Thus, Gu Zhuo never thought of resisting any of his demands.

Because he was used to it, and instinctively felt weaker compared to him.

But now, a minor resistance from his weak self scared his opponent, who chose not to retaliate but to seek complaints instead.

Had he resisted slightly back in his childhood, would things have been different?

With complex emotions, seeing the senior clutching his nose, eyes shifty, Gu Zhuo sneered again, "Then go tell the teacher; do you think they’d believe you? What evidence do you have?"

Senior: "You!"

There weren’t any cameras around here.

Gu Zhuo couldn’t help but step forward, the senior instinctively taking a step back.

Realizing he was afraid, the senior tried to approach again, attempting to use stature and aura to overpower Gu Zhuo.

"Just you wait..." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"I don’t want to wait, if you have any retaliation schemes, use them now!"

Gu Zhuo promptly cut him off, "Or why don’t we find a professor now and explain this fight? I bet the professor would ask for the reason, are you daring enough to repeat your words to him?"

Of course, the senior wouldn’t dare.

His words were nothing short of a curse aimed at a child barely six, how would a professor perceive him?

Gu Zhuo usually had a soft temperament, patient and accepting; professors knew this well, and would surely inquire if they heard about him getting hit.

Moreover, if these words leaked out, Gu Miaomiao’s fans wouldn’t hesitate to drown him with spit!

The senior could only show outward indifference, but inwardly his resentment grew; he had already thought of several ways to retaliate. There was talk that a particular research of Gu Zhuo’s was nearing success; encouraging others to ruin his paper would definitely affect his progress.

Going further, getting the paper published first, not only gaining fame but avenging Gu Zhuo.

Things like these weren’t new to him; he had done them before and became adept over time.

While thinking this, he didn’t voice it, but prepared to leave, intending to taunt a bit before departing.

"I thought you had integrity, seeing a little star isn’t sucking up all you’re doing? But huh, she’s just a child, what’s the point of sucking up?"

Gu Zhuo gave a chuckle, amused.

Yesterday, when the senior sought him for a connection, Gu Zhuo had already stated that his cousin was merely a child and shouldn’t involve such fawning tactics, yet today he twisted his words to mock him.

He had come to understand; it was pointless reasoning with those who seek nothing but profit.

Gu Zhuo didn’t hinder his departure.

He had gotten his punch in, vented his anger, and felt an unprecedented sense of ease; whatever the senior might do in the future wouldn’t make him regret.

Thinking this, he couldn’t help but raise his hand.

His hands weren’t coarse. Though frequently working in graves, his hands grew calluses, but antique restoration required delicate hands. Prior to restoration, he soaked his fingers in solution to remove dead skin, making them as smooth as possible to avoid scratching antiques.

It was hard to imagine this very hand was used to punch someone earlier.

In his childhood, when bullied, he would clench his fists but never struck.

No, he did swing once, only to be summoned by the teacher.

Though he was the bullied one, his father made him apologize to the child who bullied him, and on their way home, kept reprimanding him for causing trouble and advised him to behave, obey teachers, and be friendly with classmates at school.

While uttering these words, the person known as his father never seemed to consider that if the bully was the teacher, should he still obey? If classmates bullied him, how could he be friendly?

That’s when he realized, if ever bullied, home wouldn’t stand up for him. Since parental help was absent, he kept quiet about further escalations of bullying.

Enduring alone, growing alone. Even after growing up, whenever facing problems, he independently resolved them without consulting his parents. Before falling out with his parents, he overheard them complaining to grandparents how he’d grown distant, never sharing his concerns with them.

Recalling these past events, Gu Zhuo’s expression turned darker, appearing somewhat somber.

At that very moment, a sudden ’bang’ erupted.

The gloom was startled away; he looked up to find the senior who should have gone far had stumbled.

The senior promptly got up, only to trip again after two steps.

Gu Zhuo: "Pfft!"

He wasn’t intending to laugh, the sight was just too funny.

Not far off, Xu Yue’s voice rang out, "Professor, Senior, come quickly..."

Soon enough, a group responded, and by now, the senior had fallen three times, all in flat terrain.

Earlier, when Gu Zhuo threw punches that couldn’t bleed the senior’s nose, now these flat ground stumbles left it bruised.

Interestingly, the senior often relied on his prominent nose and decent looks to mess around romantically with freshman girls; with a bruised nose now, he might be out of action for a while.

Just pensively thinking, his hand hanging beside his pant leg suddenly felt a warm little hand clasping it.

He looked down, "Miaomiao, why are you back?"

Tuanzi’s hand kept flicking, pudgy little face showing a serious demeanor, "Miaomiao pinched to calculate a commotion and came back."

Gu Zhuo, surprised: "You know divination too, aren’t you a prodigy?"

[Ancient Martial System: ...] This cousin is too easily fooled, isn’t he?