Ji Wushuang's school organized a field trip.
Their destination was Tang Machinery.
The students lined up and entered a place both familiar and foreign to them.
Familiar, because they lived in its shadow every day.
Foreign, because they had never truly witnessed its inner workings.
The first stop was the factory history exhibition hall and the administrative building.
They were greeted by a bespectacled official.
He wore a clean, light-colored work uniform and spoke with refined politeness.
The office building was neat and spotless.
The terrazzo floors gleamed underfoot.
In the corridors and meeting rooms, the voices of leaders giving speeches mingled with the occasional ringing of telephones.
The walls were adorned with production charts and slogans like "Safety First."
This was the world of the "management class."
Chen Lei observed the people sitting in bright, airy offices.
A faint longing stirred in his heart.
His parents had always told him—
Study hard.
Aim for an office job in the future.
That way, he wouldn’t have to toil in the workshops, covered in grease and grime.
Ji Wushuang, however, had no interest in this place.
Her gaze remained fixed outside the window.
On the towering factory buildings and the massive cranes.
The second stop was the foundry workshop.
The moment they stepped inside, a wave of heat and deafening noise assaulted them.
The air was thick with the acrid smell of molten metal.
The roar of machinery drowned out the teacher’s explanations.
Not far away, a colossal furnace churned with orange-red molten iron.
Sparks flew in all directions.
Workers clad in heavy protective gear and goggles labored in silence.
Their faces were darkened by soot.
Sweat streamed down their cheeks.
A massive crane rumbled overhead.
Its hook carried an enormous ladle of molten metal.
The ground trembled faintly beneath their feet.
The students instinctively backed away, their faces etched with fear.
Chen Lei was terrified too.
To him, this place resembled a ravenous steel beast, ready to swallow anyone whole.
His eyes searched for Ji Wushuang in the crowd.
He found her at the front of the group.
She showed no fear.
Her eyes gleamed with an odd light.
She tilted her head up, staring at the towering furnace.
At the workers toiling silently amid the heat and noise.
At the crane, radiating raw, overwhelming power.
She was mesmerized by this primal, unstoppable force.
On the way back to school, Chen Lei’s heart felt heavy.
For the first time, he saw the divide between two worlds so clearly.
The world of the offices.
And the world of the workshops.
He knew that with Ji Wushuang’s grades,
if she joined the factory, she’d end up in the workshops.
In that dangerous, exhausting place.
An inexplicable anxiety took root in his chest.
He worried for her.
One ordinary afternoon after school, Chen Lei ran into trouble.
It started when he accidentally bumped into a troublemaker from a neighboring school.
The boy’s ice cream bar fell to the ground.
Chen Lei apologized.
But the other boy wouldn’t let it go.
"Sorry doesn’t cut it. You think my ice cream grows on trees?"
The troublemaker, Zhang Tao, was notorious in the area.
Two equally rough-looking friends flanked him.
Chen Lei didn’t want trouble.
He pulled a one-yuan coin from his pocket and offered it.
"I’ll pay for it."
Zhang Tao slapped his hand away.
The coin clattered to the ground and rolled into a crack.
"One yuan? You think I’m a beggar?"
He shoved Chen Lei.
"Fifty yuan today, or you’re not leaving."
Fifty yuan was a fortune for a middle schooler.
Chen Lei’s weekly allowance was only ten.
"I don’t have that much."
His voice trembled.
"No money?" Zhang Tao sneered.
"Then you’re coming with us."
He yanked Chen Lei’s backpack and dragged him toward a nearby alley.
Chen Lei struggled,
but he was no match for three older boys.
The alley reeked of garbage and rot.
"Hand over all your cash!"
Zhang Tao shoved Chen Lei against the wall.
Chen Lei clutched his backpack, teeth clenched in silence.
"Playing tough?"
Zhang Tao raised his hand, ready to strike.
Then, a cool voice cut through the air.
"Let him go."
Zhang Tao froze.
All three turned.
Ji Wushuang stood at the alley’s entrance,
her backpack slung over one shoulder.
The setting sun cast a long shadow behind her.
Her face was expressionless.
"Well, well. A little girl?"
Zhang Tao laughed.
"What, trying to play hero? Or should I say, damsel saves the loser?"
His friends burst into laughter.
They knew Ji Wushuang—
a wild girl who didn’t care about school.
Rumors said she could fight.
But they didn’t believe a girl could take on three "men."
Ji Wushuang didn’t respond.
She set down her backpack and walked forward.
Her steps were light,
like a cat’s.
"Don’t come any closer!" Chen Lei shouted, panic in his voice.
He didn’t want her dragged into this.
Ji Wushuang ignored him.
She stopped in front of Zhang Tao.
He towered over her.
"Listen, kid. I respect your guts. Walk away now, and I’ll let you."
Ji Wushuang lifted her eyes to meet his.
Her gaze was icy.
Zhang Tao felt an inexplicable chill.
Anger flared.
"You asked for it!"
He reached for her collar.
The next moment—
No one saw what happened.
Only a dull thud of impact.
Zhang Tao’s body jerked backward as if hit by an invisible force.
He doubled over, then crumpled to the ground.
Clutching his stomach, his face turned purple.
Ji Wushuang’s hand had already returned to her side.
Fast as a phantom.
The other two thugs stood frozen.
Before they could react, Zhang Tao wheezed,
"Get her!"
They lunged, fists swinging.
Ji Wushuang remained calm.
She sidestepped the first punch,
then drove her elbow into the boy’s ribs.
He cried out and collapsed.
The last one turned to flee.
Ji Wushuang hooked her foot around his ankle.
He tripped over himself, faceplanting into the dirt.
The whole fight lasted less than ten seconds.
The alley fell silent again,
save for the groans of the three bullies.
Ji Wushuang walked to Chen Lei.
She picked up his backpack, dusted it off, and handed it to him.
Chen Lei took it numbly.
He stared at her.
He had seen it.
He had seen the way she moved.
Simple. Direct. No wasted motion.
Unbelievably fast.
Her eyes never wavered,
cold and unreadable the entire time.
This wasn’t fighting.
It was instinct.
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