You are all bad women! Don't come over!-Chapter 69 - 67: The Mad Dog’s Past

That was the happiest time for Catherine since she entered First Middle School; she would just stare at Shen Mochen and grind her teeth gleefully whenever she had nothing else to do.

She studied even harder, dreaming of their next confrontation.

Just thinking about eventually pinning Shen Mochen beneath her, Catherine couldn’t help but let a triumphantly joyous smile creep up the corners of her mouth, even trembling with excitement all over!

She even made up her mind that after taking back the top spot, she couldn’t ignore Shen Mochen as she had in the past; she had to encourage him to try hard and surpass her again!

But Catherine never expected victory to come so quickly; in the second simulation, she reclaimed the first place.

She won, but felt no sense of accomplishment. It wasn’t entirely because the victory was too easy, but rather because Shen Mochen wasn’t even the runner-up this time; he had plummeted directly to tenth place.

This caught her completely off guard.

She had thought that she and Shen Mochen were like Dugu Qiubai meeting Zhang Sanfeng, where the former was caught by surprise and finally lost. So, she joyfully devoted herself to mastering martial arts, preparing for another battle at the peak of Mount Hua.

She had prepared for a long time; not only had she studied hard and practiced relentlessly, but she had also envisioned countless scenes of their bout in her mind. "My Dugu Nine Swords, all attack and no retreat; your Tai Chi Long Fist, using softness to overcome strength!"

The scene should have been like a spectacular clash between heaven’s thunder and earth’s fire sealing the river demon, a chessmaster meeting a worthy opponent, thrilling and brilliant!

The outcome should have been the two of them fighting for three days and nights, with her narrowly winning by half a move; then, with a flick of her sleeve and extreme excitement in her heart, her face would remain composed as she uttered, "Thanks for letting me win." Shen Mochen would concede with hands clasped, his fighting spirit undiminished, promising to work hard and prepare for their next battle.

That was the script in her imagination, right?

What had it turned into now?

I studied and practiced hard just to duel you on Mount Hua and declare the number one under heavens, and you’re telling me you got your legs broken by the Jiangnan Seven Monsters on the way?

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Isn’t that a bit too preposterous?

Upon seeing the results, a sense of humiliation exploded within Catherine; she stomped over to Shen Mochen to demand an explanation, but Shen Mochen simply said that was his genuine ability.

She knew Shen Mochen was lying, but there was nothing she could do. She was so furious she wanted to beat him up, but ultimately, she restrained herself and went straight home to meticulously investigate the last three generations of Shen Mochen’s family.

A few days later, Fuzi laid out everything that could be found about Shen Mochen in front of her.

As Catherine spread out Shen Mochen’s information, it was as if she was unfolding another world.

The Shen family had been commoners for three generations, or rather, the word "peasants" would be more appropriate.

Shen Mochen grew up in the slums of Yu Huai City. His father died early, and his mother remarried someone else. Though their living conditions were somewhat mediocre, it was still much better than life in the slums. Of course, the precondition was not to bring Shen Mochen, the burdensome child, along.

Shen Mochen scraped and scuffled his way through life from an early age in the slums, often ending up in the police station due to fights and theft. Of course, since he was a child, he would be released as soon as he was brought in.

Such events mostly took place during his elementary school years. He even had a "glorious" day when he was released in the morning, harmed someone by midday and voluntarily turned himself in, got out again in the afternoon, only to be caught stealing food in the supermarket by evening and detained, lectured until late into the night… It was a day of three ins and outs like that.

She was surprised that Shen Mochen had become a lawless thug at such a young age and was equally amazed at how the police in the slums turned a blind eye to local security. However, she had previously read some literary works describing slums, and she roughly knew that it was a chaotic place.

A child with no parents could probably only continue to survive in such a way. Moreover, Shen Mochen had grown up to be very good-looking. Without the courage to fight with a knife, he would probably have had a very hard time.

When Shen Mochen was in elementary school, he was the king of the children. According to some acquaintances, he often got into fights and rarely lost, despite being frail. He was the kind of person who was good at summarizing experiences. One day, his buddies found his notebook, filled with notes on his fighting insights.

His insights included, but were not limited to, pretending to admit defeat when facing an unbeatable opponent, then kicking their groin. If you can attack by surprise, avoid a frontal confrontation; it’s best to aim for the groin with a kick. Before a fight, grab a handful of dust to throw in the opponent’s face, then kick hard in the groin. During a standoff in a fight, you can spit first, then kick the groin...

He had also developed different tactics for different scenarios, including how to respond when ambushed while defecating...

It seemed as though Fuzi had deliberately omitted this part, but this only made Catherine vaguely guess the content, and she felt somewhat disgusted.

In the end, Shen Mochen concluded in his notebook that it was better to incapacitate than to injure, to use the shortest time to render the enemy incapable of action, and for that, one could resort to any means necessary, the more shameless the better.

In any case, after seeing this notebook, his buddies no longer dared to oppose Shen Mochen. The word spread from one to ten, ten to a hundred, and people began to call him "Little Mad Dog" behind his back, but few would provoke him directly.

Reading this, Catherine felt that Shen Mochen must have deliberately let people see his notes, a fearless warrior who dared to wield feces and was utterly filthy, was probably rare even in the slums.

However, Shen Mochen changed when he reached middle school. He became more reserved, less ostentatious, and less aggressive. Although it was only a facade, if anyone bullied him, his response would surely draw blood.

Yet, as he grew taller, fewer people sought trouble with him, and to outsiders, he appeared even more reserved.

According to Fuzi’s analysis in the report, the change in Shen Mochen’s personality was also related to the Yin sisters. They were the most important people to Shen Mochen, one of whom was his girlfriend, but she had fallen victim to a monster on the night of her sixteenth birthday.

These three had attended a community school funded by charity in elementary school, but such community schools in the slums were rubbish. The rate of advancing to middle school typically didn’t exceed ten percent, and most of those who did ended up in community middle schools that were just as bad.

Shen Mochen had shown a good aptitude for learning from an early age, and although, like others, he skipped class every two or three days, he always managed to be first in his class. Even though the real reason was the proverbial selection of a general from among the dwarfs, it did allow him to advance to middle school.

This was also the beginning of his personality change. He was accepted into a slightly better middle school than a community one, but the various expenses increased day by day. The Yin sisters all dropped out of school to work odd jobs and support him in his studies.

From Catherine’s perspective, this was the most rational and reasonable arrangement. The Yin sisters’ grades were not as good as Shen Mochen’s; he was the most likely to make something of himself. Once he achieved success and returned, he would then be able to help the two sisters out of poverty.

But rationality aside, from a practical standpoint, even if Shen Mochen were to become successful in the future, who could guarantee he would give back?

Having worked hard to earn money at such a young age and investing everything in someone else, Catherine didn’t know whether to call them naïve or to sigh at how truly deep their bond was.

Whether Shen Mochen would be successful in his studies in the future was uncertain, but at least his middle school grades did not disappoint the Yin sisters; he consistently ranked first with a wide margin. Read latest chapters on novelbuddy

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Although I think beauty is hard to compare, in the setting of this book, the pinnacle of perceived beauty is Catherine and Xiao Xingshuang. Their beauty is roughly akin to Dong Duanyao from "Miracle in Cell No. 7."

Note that this strictly refers to their beauty. Catherine and the image of Dong Duanyao are completely unrelated, but Xiao Xingshuang does have similarities with Dong Duanyao in certain aspects.

Moreover, if we take both women’s beauty as a perfect score of 100, then the other female leads are all around 90 or above, while some significant female supporting characters, such as Gu Yange and Fuzi, are likely between 80 and 90.