I had beaten Yu Haiqiao to death. The End
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The events unfolded like this. I first kicked Yu Haiqiao off the bed with a flying kick, and sat on the bed, coldly watching him slide several meters away until he finally hit the wall and came to a standstill.
The strength I kicked him down with was so great it nearly ignored the laws of physics. After he crashed against the wall, a trough in the shape of a human figure, was left behind. White specks of debris fell down on him and because of the large dent formed on the wall, the painting hanging on top, fell down and crashed onto his head. He let out an anguished yelp and immediately lost consciousness. Then, I pushed the bedside cabinet and made it fall on him, causing him to lose consciousness and wake up again, then waking up again and falling unconscious again..
In the end, I lifted the 1.8 meter by 2 metre bed and threw it down on him. He was just about to take his last breath, but before he did, he confessed to me shamefully, “I’m about to die but your story is still going on.”
I told him that his words sounded like they were taken from Eileen Chang[1], and did not suit him. Then, I started to dial 120[2] to naturally ensure the safety of his life. But before the ambulance people arrived, he had already kicked the bucket. I put on a deeply distressed face, telling the doctor-in-charge that he had tripped while walking and the doctor strongly advised me to mourn for him before pulling Yu Haiqiao’s bed away.
He was soon buried in the ground. On the day of the funeral, the sky was clear, the birds were chirping and the flowers smelled fragrant. The air was filled with the scent of a good life and I even gave a speech at his funeral, saying that even though he didn’t live gloriously, he had died majestically!
The following event that should happen was me getting his huge insurance, but my alarm clock rang and the bright sky was blinding. I felt some regret at not being able to continue dreaming about living the life of a rich woman.
The dog Yu Haiqiao had actually fled to the living room to sleep after I had beaten him up and even cursed me for being violent, outright denying he ever said those words. Regardless of whether it was slander or defamation, he claimed that he was going to sue me. I gave him a pillow and drove him away before I soon drifted off to sleep, dreaming of a dream where I killed Yu Haiqiao, and since I beated him all night in my dream, I woke up tired, my mood terrible upon being woken up by the ringing of the alarm clock.
Before I could even recover from my terrible mood, the sound of knocking rang from the bedroom door. I quickly sent glares in that direction and a small gap cracked open. Through that crack, Yu Haiqiao’s toy airplane flew in, carrying a long piece of paper. The plane flew towards me and my gaze shifted towards the piece of paper hanging underneath it. When I could finally see the words written on it clearly, my blood pressure quickly surged.
“..-. — .-. –. .. …-. -. .. .-.. — …-. ..- “
On the paper was a string of dots and lines in various lengths. This b!tch had given me a message written in morse code. Did he really think I would earnestly decipher this shit the moment I wake up in the morning?! This chapter is updated first at novelping . com.
I pulled off the note calmly, then dragged down the toy plane flying wobbly mid-air, got out of bed, opened the bedroom door and walked to the living room. Yu Haiqiao was sitting on the sofa, wrapped in his bathrobe and holding the remote control of the airplane. After seeing me, he smiled innocently at me, “Good morning.”
I threw the airplane on the sofa, and the crumpled note at him, “What does it say?” I coldly asked him.
The b!tch Yu Haiqiao immediately became unhappy, “Are you serious? I’ve taught you how to read Morse code so many times. Are you a pig, Shi Ran? If a pig were to have been taught so many times, they would’ve learnt it by now?!”
Yu Haiqiao, this dog, was also like this when he was attending school. He would use whatever skills he had on hand to play dumb in front of me.
In one of the sports meets back in high school, he was the last runner of the 400-meter relay, sprinting forward and pushing up the team’s ranking from second to first place. In front of the others, he would gently give his thanks, saying that it was all due to the efforts of the team, and that he had only done his part as a member of the team.
But in front of me, he would brag about his accomplishments, saying, “I’m the champion. Without me, we wouldn’t have gotten the championship trophy!” The only thing missing from his arrogant proclamation was magnificent music playing in the background.
At that time, I made a bet with him, saying that he definitely wouldn’t be able to win first place because I was used to having a low opinion of Yu Haiqiao. It didn’t matter whether I was right or not, I just insisted on believing the opposite result would happen in an attempt to downplay his abilities. In the end, I lost the bet and had to buy him a month’s worth of breakfast.
At that time, the school had divided classes according to the student’s grades. For some reason, even though this b!tch Yu Haiqiao, always played outside every day, he always achieved better grades than I did, so when the classes were divided, he was assigned to the first class whereas I was assigned to the third. After I had lost the bet made at the sports meet, I gritted my teeth and bought him breakfast for several days. Even though there were lots of people in the school cafeteria and squeezing amongst the crowd was a very excruciating task, this was not the main reason why I didn’t want to admit defeat.
The main reason was that, even though the class he was placed in was only for the top students, I didn’t think that it was actually also the grounds for hot gossip to gather. Every time I went to school with Yu Haiqiao, I would always receive all kinds of weird gossipy stares from his classmates and now that I was buying him breakfast for several days, they would call out my name whenever they saw me. It was really disgusting thinking about it now. I brought this annoyance up with Yu Haiqiao, and the next day, when I brought this b!tch’s breakfast to him, he told his gay friends that I was his servant. His gay friends heard this and burst into big laughters. Ashamed into anger, I quickly gave up on the bet to buy Yu Haiqiao breakfast.
Afterwards, Yu Haiqiao did not berate me for going back on my word. Of course, it wasn’t because he realized that he had been a b!tch that he let me off but because he didn’t have time to pay attention to me as he was chasing the school flower, who was Chen Xie from their class, like a mad dog. This chapter was copied from novelping dot com without permission.
I originally didn’t know about this. Once, I had forgotten to bring my workbook so I went to his class to ask him to lend his to me. After waiting for 10 minutes, this guy still didn’t appear, so I helped myself to his desk. After fumbling through his desk and taking the workbook out, I told his deskmate to let him know that I had taken it. I had just reached the classroom door when I saw this b!tch having a romantic stroll with his school goddess at the school grove. I called out his name and waved the workbook in my hand, shouting, “Dog Yu, lend me your workbook for a while.”
With a face I had never seen on him before, he responded, “Okay.”
It was true. Once a man falls in love, they would become very disgusting. He was clearly a pile of shit but he disguised himself as a pile of chocolate instead.
I had known him for more than ten years but I felt like I’ve never seen him speak so eloquently like this. In the past, when I borrowed a workbook from him, he would always mock me, saying that I didn’t do my homework and was planning to copy his.
I later reflected on myself that I might have experienced Stockholm syndrome. After experiencing much of his usual petty remarks, I was actually taken aback by his kind words, and it was only after I had processed the shock that I walked back to my classroom.
This was enough to prove that men really were hopeless creatures.
[1] Eileen Chang is a Chinese-born American essayist, novelist, and screenwriter. She is a well-known feminist in Chinese history.
[2] 120 is the ambulance hotline