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"I want to drink... Coke!"
"I want to... smoke!"
"I want to... take a bubble bath!"
"Excuse me, if you're buying cigarettes, please show me proof of your age..."
The sales clerk behind the counter, who wore glasses and looked like a college student working part-time, hadn't even finished her polite, formulaic remarks.
boom!
A deafening bang violently shattered the silence of the convenience store along with the rest of his sentence!
Wang Meng didn't even glance at the salesperson.
He simply and casually slammed his seemingly ordinary fist directly into the glass door of the cigarette vending machine in front of him.
The sturdy, explosion-proof glass offered not even a second of resistance the moment his fist made contact.
First, it was instantly covered with dense cracks like a spider web. Then, under an irresistible force, it suddenly caved in and deformed, and finally, with a "crash," it completely shattered!
Countless shards of glass, mixed with cigarette boxes of various brands, scattered like a chaotic downpour.
The metal frame groaned in pain as the machine was slammed backward half a meter by the punch, crashing heavily against the wall. The LCD screen, which had been flashing a soft light, flickered twice before going completely out with a mournful electrical hum.
The whole world seemed to have been muted.
The young sales clerk froze on the spot.
His mouth remained in the shape of his mouth as he spoke, but his eyes were wide open like cowbells, his pupils reflecting Wang Meng's slowly retracting, unharmed fist and the mess scattered all over the ground.
Wang Meng ignored all of this.
He bent down, picked up a pack of Seven Stars cigarettes from the pile of broken wreckage, flicked one out with his fingertips, and put it in his mouth.
Then, he slowly raised his head and looked quietly into his dark, expressionless eyes at the saleswoman behind the counter, who was terrified.
He said nothing.
But that calm gaze itself was an unquestionable command—"Fire!"
"Clap!"
With a crisp click, a cluster of orange-red flame shot out from the lighter, igniting the cigarette between Wang Meng's lips.
He took a deep drag, and the pungent smoke instantly filled his lungs.
Although this cigarette tastes less mellow and a bit drier compared to others, it's still a consolation in the current situation.
He casually took a bottle of Coke from the open freezer next to him, twisted it open, and took a big gulp.
The cool, bubbly, sweet liquid slid down my throat. The taste was exactly the same, familiar no matter which world I was in.
This unique sense of familiarity calmed his slightly agitated heart a little.
He casually stuffed a few bottles of Coke into his backpack, picked up two packs of Seven Stars cigarettes from the mess on the ground and threw them in, then walked out of the school convenience store as if nothing had happened, amidst the deathly silence and the terrified, stunned gaze of the sales clerk.
It's currently recess time, and the campus is filled with students in twos and threes.
The female students, dressed in all sorts of school uniform skirts, but without exception all incredibly short, chattered and laughed, their legs dazzlingly white in the sunlight, full of youthful vitality, a truly pleasing sight.
Wang Meng walked unhurriedly through the crowd, a cigarette dangling from his lips. His gaze didn't linger long on the swaying skirts and fair thighs; his eyes were calm, like that of an ordinary transfer student.
His gaze then moved beyond the nearby hustle and bustle, looking towards a more distant place.
At the school gate in the distance, a large group of people had gathered densely together.
They blocked the gates leading out of the school, forming layers upon layers, like a school of sardines attracted by invisible bait.
Everyone stood on tiptoe, craned their necks, pointed and talked about something in a certain direction outside the school gate.
Even from this distance, Wang Meng could almost feel the commotion and unease emanating from the other side.
However, at this moment.
A sharp whooshing sound suddenly rang out behind Wang Meng, accompanied by a strong wind, and went straight for the back of his head!
Wang Meng didn't even turn his head.
Just as the attack was about to strike, his body swayed gently to the left as naturally as a willow catkin swaying in a breeze.
The object, carrying immense kinetic energy, grazed his hair, flying past him by a hair's breadth, and then crashed heavily onto the ground not far in front of him with a "bang."
Upon closer inspection, it was a long spear made entirely of ash wood.
The gun barrel was polished smooth and shiny, gleaming warmly in the sunlight, clearly an object that had been carefully maintained and practiced on frequently.
However, it was ultimately just a prop for practice.
Because it lacked a sharpened iron spearhead, the pointed wooden spearhead couldn't penetrate the hard concrete surface at all.
It bounced weakly, the wood fibers at the very tip cracking and fraying slightly. After rolling half a circle on the ground, it finally lay there quietly, like a piece of sports equipment that had been carelessly discarded, rather than a deadly weapon.
The once noisy break time fell into a deathly silence after this sudden turn of events.
The students' laughter abruptly ceased, replaced by gasps of shock and barely suppressed exclamations.
An invisible circle radiated outwards from Wang Meng, and everyone instinctively retreated, staring in horror at the spear on the ground, then at the boy who seemed to have done nothing, still smoking a cigarette.
Wang Meng then slowly, even somewhat lazily, turned around and turned his gaze toward the direction from which the spear had flown.
Two figures, one tall and one short, slowly emerged from the crowd.
Both women were wearing the school's girls' uniform. The one on the left had a thin, almost transparent black veil covering her face, but the aura emanating from them made all the students around them subconsciously hold their breath.
The one walking in front is the one in black veil!
However, her appearance has undergone a startling change.
The mature, alluring charm emanating from her seemed to be forcibly compressed and purified by a more powerful force, and then infused into a younger, more vibrant body.
She was wearing a school uniform that was clearly a size too small and clung tightly to her body.
The white short-sleeved shirt was stretched to its limit by her perky, large breasts, which were far beyond the size of a young girl's. The fabric clung tightly to her contours, and every button was under immense pressure as if it were about to burst open.
Through the thin fabric, you could even vaguely see the delicate lace trim of the underwear underneath. The plaid mini-skirt on the lower half was outrageously short.
It was worn on her voluptuous, curvaceous body, barely covering half of it.
As she walked step by step, her firm, voluptuous, and mature thighs, encased in black stockings, were faintly visible beneath her skirt, each step causing her buttocks to tremble with a thrilling and sensual sensation.
However, despite wearing such a youthful and even somewhat comical school uniform, her eyes still held a sense of maturity and authority.
This extreme contrast, far from making her seem out of place, instead gave rise to a breathtaking and immoral feeling.
The girl following behind her held an identical ash wood spear in her hand.
Without even thinking, the black veil on her face is enough to identify her.
Her figure was well-suited to her school uniform, but her pretty face, also veiled in black gauze, was now covered in frost. The two of them walked up to Wang Meng and stopped in their tracks.
"Young Master Wang?"
Upon hearing this address, Wang Meng smiled.
He nodded slowly, which was his way of answering her incredulous question.
"it's me!"
Wang Meng took a light puff of his cigarette.
He exhaled a round eye ring with a wicked smile!
This simple action struck Qin Hongmian's heart like a thunderbolt.
Her firm, plump thighs, encased in black stockings, tensed up instinctively.
The pair of breasts on her chest, which were about to burst from being squeezed by the school uniform shirt, heaved violently with a gasp of cold air, causing the few buttons that were already on the verge of popping out in pain.
It's really him!
But... how come things have changed so much?
What a...adorable...young man!
Just as Qin Hongmian's mind was in a state of chaos, Wang Meng raised his hand.
He didn't even turn around to look at the ash wood spear that had fallen a few meters away. He simply pointed his palm in that direction and beckoned it gently, as if summoning an obedient pet.
The next second, the ash wood spear that lay quietly on the ground...
First, there was a sudden tremor.
Immediately afterwards, it was as if I was grabbed by an invisible giant hand and instantly bounced up from the ground!
It let out a sharp whistle, drawing a precise and swift arc in the air, like a white lightning bolt, flying back to Wang Meng's hand with unparalleled speed and precision.
"Snapped!"
Wang Meng's hand caught the gun barrel steadily and effortlessly.
The whole process was smooth and effortless, as if he had simply picked up a pen from the table.
He held the weapon that belonged to someone else in his hand, casually tossed it around, and felt its just-right weight.
Then, he tapped the smooth gun barrel lightly with his fingertips, making a crisp "tap, tap" sound, his eyes full of amusement, as if examining an interesting toy.
His gaze, as if hooked, slowly slid from Qin Hongmian's chest, which was stretched taut by her school uniform, to her round, taut mature breasts wrapped in a short skirt, and finally back to her phoenix eyes, burning with shyness through the black veil.
"The heroine's clothes... fit her perfectly!"
The words, once again like a red-hot iron rod, precisely and mercilessly pierced Qin Hongmian's most vulnerable spot.
"Well……!"
Qin Hongmian's body trembled slightly from extreme anger and shame.
Her plump thighs, tightly encased in black stockings, tensed instantly, revealing a beautiful curve that was both powerful and sensual.
The pair of breasts on her chest, unable to bear the weight, heaved violently with her rapid breathing. Finally, with a soft "snap," the top button of her shirt snapped off.
A small patch of snow-white, delicate skin, still warm from body heat, was thus exposed to the air.
Wang Meng reached out and grabbed the button.
"what!"
But before he could put the button back on, a piercing scream filled with extreme terror suddenly came from the direction of the school gate in the distance!