Chapter 88: I Don’t Hit Women
Chapter 88: I Don’t Hit Women
Sensing someone approaching, Asaka Akihime abruptly turned her head. Her alertness far surpassed that of her glasses-wearing self.
“You again?”
Upon seeing Fang Cheng, Asaka Akihime raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a mocking smile. “Don’t tell me you wander along Edogawa every night hunting lonely girls?”
Fang Cheng grinned. “Wow, you figured me out. I even drag groups of girls to love inns for multiplayer games.”
“Groups? Multiplayer games?”
Asaka Akihime flicked her tongue across her lips. “What kind of game? Do tell.”
Fang Cheng glanced around, then leaned close to her ear. “Dou Di Zhu. Want me to teach you?”
Asaka Akihime froze, then doubled over laughing, tears streaming down her face. No delicate chuckle—this was a full-throated, unladylike roar.
Fang Cheng waited until her laughter subsided. “You’re not Asaka. Who are you?”
Though identical in appearance, her mannerisms differed drastically from the real Asaka Akihime. A twin? Dual personality? Monster in disguise? In this world, anything went.
“Correct. I’m not Akihime.” She wiped her tears calmly. “Call me Ye Yuqing. Think of me as her big sister.”
Ye Yuqing—Asaka’s Chinese name, casually appropriated. When she gestured, her sleeve slipped, exposing a red scar on her wrist. This was undeniably Asaka’s body. Last time, Asaka had refused to let Fang Cheng touch her glasses. Now, without them and with this stark personality shift, dual personality seemed the likeliest answer.
Fang Cheng tilted his head. “You two share the same body?”
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In two lifetimes, he’d never met someone with a dual personality—only read about it online.
Ye Yuqing scoffed. “Why the interrogation? Trying to hit on me?”
“Yeah,” Fang Cheng feigned shock. “How’d you guess?”
Ye Yuqing stared at him, then suddenly threw a punch at his face.
Fang Cheng caught her fist midair, startled. Usually *he* struck first.
Ye Yuqing leaped back, flinging her jacket aside. “Want to flirt? Prove you’re worth it! Fight me! Win, and I’m yours!”
Fang Cheng shook his head. “Can’t. I don’t hit women.” He only fought threats or necessities—otherwise, he played the serene pretty boy.
Ye Yuqing’s anger flared. “Too scared to throw a punch? What kind of man are you? How’ll you protect anyone? Trash! Go home and—”
She broke off mid-rant. Fang Cheng was filming her with his phone.
“What were you doing?”
“Nothing, carry on.”
Fang Cheng smiled as he watched Ye Yuqing using Asaka Akihime’s body. It looked exactly like Asaka Akihime herself was angrily shouting.
This rare scene had to be recorded. He’d show it to Asaka Akihime later.
Black lines of irritation covered Ye Yuqing’s face. “Will you fight me or not? If not, scram! Stop hovering around!”
Fang Cheng pocketed his phone and approached her. “Never heard such demands. Since you’re begging for it, I’ll oblige.”
“Bring it!”
Seeing Fang Cheng approach carelessly, Ye Yuqing curled her lips into a cold smirk. She raised her hands into a combat stance.
They circled closer. Ye Yuqing struck first with a straight punch aimed at Fang Cheng’s annoyingly handsome face.
Fang Cheng dodged sideways. Her other fist immediately hooked toward him.
He leaned back, avoiding each subsequent punch as Ye Yuqing relentlessly targeted his face.
Her movements showed trained precision, better than average but still ordinary.
After failing to land a single hit, Ye Yuqing snapped, “Fight back, you dodging monkey!”
Before she finished speaking, Fang Cheng abruptly closed the distance.
Her eyes widened. A fist sank into her abdomen before she could react, bending her double like a shrimp.
“Urk!”
She nearly vomited her dinner. Another punch crashed into her face, sending her sprawling dizzily.
Fang Cheng peered down at her. “Continue?”
Ye Yuqing shook her throbbing head, staggered up, and charged with a yell.
Fang Cheng caught her swinging fist and flipped her over his shoulder onto the grass.
Thud!
Even grassy ground hurt when hitting it full-force.
Every bone ached. Her skull buzzed while her stomach churned.
“It wasn’t Asaka who beat those classmates. It was you.”
Fang Cheng’s statement held certainty, not doubt.
Three students had recently accused Asaka Akihime of assault. Now it made sense – hotheaded Ye Yuqing must’ve been the real attacker.
“So what?”
Ye Yuqing glared. “You claimed you don’t hit women! Liar! That hurt!”
Fang Cheng plopped beside her. “Hitting shows care, scolding shows love. This is affection, not violence.”
“What does Akihime even see in you?”
“You think she likes me?”
“…”
Even Ye Yuqing had to admit – Asaka Akihime was clearly a brother-obsessed weirdo.
Studying Fang Cheng’s profile, Ye Yuqing suddenly sat up and leaned close. “Hey. You’re a virgin, right?”
“Currently. Problem?” Fang Cheng answered without shame.
She disbelieved such a handsome guy remained untouched, yet his calm sincerity felt convincing.
A reckless impulse seized her. She licked her lips. “Me too. Let’s try forbidden fruit tonight. Play adult games?”
Fang Cheng met her gaze, then chuckled. “Shouldn’t you head home?”
Before she reacted, he stood and walked toward the motorcycle.
“Coward!” She shouted at his retreating back. “Not man enough to take free offers?”
Fang Cheng mounted the vehicle. “Your mother will worry if we’re late.”
Ye Yuqing sulked on the ground before grudgingly retrieving her jacket.
She slammed onto the seat behind him. “Get your junk checked tomorrow. Something’s broken.”
Fang Cheng ignored her, revving the engine toward Asaka Akihime’s neighborhood.
Ye Yuqing kept hurling insults throughout the ride.
When they entered the tenement district, Fang Cheng abruptly braked.
Ye Yuqing’s chest slammed into his back. She punched his shoulder. “Pervert! Doing that on purpose?!”
“Wait here. Need to buy something.” He strode toward a 24-hour convenience store.
Rubbing her sore chest, Ye Yuqing glared daggers at his back.
Inside, Fang Cheng approached the cashier. “Ten boxes of small umbrellas.”