Chapter 118: Autobots And Decepticons
One night after that, the boy saw such a scene on Seventy-Six’s phone.
A man in his thirties asked Seventy-Six if she had a partner, and Seventy-Six said she was single.
Then the man said he liked Seventy-Six and wanted to date her.
Seventy-Six said she wanted to get to know the man first, and after they were familiar with each other, she would decide whether to be with him.
“Slap, slap, slap!”
After the boy saw these words, the ferocious nature that he had hidden away, that bandit-like rascally demeanor, erupted completely at this moment.
He grabbed Seventy-Six and gave her a barrage of slaps, “Fuck your mother! I’ve been so good to you, and you’re pulling this shit with me? If you don’t want to be together anymore, just say it! At least wait until we break up before you start talking nonsense! Do you really think I have no temper?”
Seventy-Six was slapped a few times and, after reacting, suddenly became enraged and cursed loudly, still wanting to hit the boy as before, thinking the boy would indulge her.
But she was wrong, very, very outrageously wrong.
Because this boy was not that kind of honest person at all, or rather, he had been through the process of turning from an honest person into a bad one.
In the boy’s own words, it would be good enough if he didn’t bully others, and yet they dared to bully him? Fuck! Unless I deliberately let them, otherwise if they bully me, I’ll definitely let them know what it means for me to turn hostile and become your father!
If it weren’t for the boy being afraid of his parents worrying and getting angry again, and if he didn’t care about his parents, why would he be working so honestly?
But now, if this Seventy-Six did something else, or even threw a tantrum, the boy couldn’t turn hostile towards her, but this was a matter of principle.
And what about this bullshit that it’s unseemly for men to hit women? This was the boy’s own feeling. As his ferocious nature erupted at this moment, the rascally demeanor deep down would tell you, forget about you being a woman, even if you were the Heavenly Emperor, I would still let you know how your father beats you.
Seeing that Seventy-Six dared to hit him at this point, the boy kicked her onto the bed and pointed at her, cursing loudly, “Your mother! I usually indulge you, do you really think I can’t beat you? Come on! Hit me again?”
Seventy-Six was unwilling and suddenly got up and rushed towards the boy, but the boy grabbed her by the neck and threw her to the ground. The boy then picked Seventy-Six up, “Come on! Hit me! Keep hitting me! Don’t say I’m bullying you, I’ll let you use one hand. Come on! Fuck your mother!”
Seventy-Six raised her leg to kick the boy in the groin, but the boy reacted quickly and clamped his legs shut. This truly angered the boy. He thought to himself, “Fuck your mother, you still want to kick my spiritual root, you’re truly ruthless. Then don’t blame me!”
He threw Seventy-Six onto the bed and gave her dozens of slaps.
After being dazed by the slaps, Seventy-Six finally relented. She was scared. This boy who was usually so good to her, the boy who didn’t fight back no matter how much she hit him, was like a devil at this moment, or like an honest person who had been pushed too far, fiercely. The aura emanating from him was no longer gentle as before, but increasingly wicked, with arrogance mixed with ferocity, and a hint of killing aura within the arrogance.
She was scared, truly scared. She quickly knelt on the bed, clasping her hands in apology, admitting her past wrongdoings. She said how good the boy was to her, and that she shouldn’t have taken advantage of his kindness to hit and curse him, and even less should she have been involved with other men while dating him, and so on, begging for his forgiveness.
The boy was so angry. He felt how despicable people could be. When you coaxed them, indulged them, and were good to them, they treated you like dirt. When you got angry, they became honest and knew their mistakes. This was outrageous!
Afterwards, the boy slowly adjusted himself, suppressed his anger, washed Seventy-Six’s face, and wiped her body.
The next morning, the boy and Seventy-Six, with faces bruised by each other, brushed their teeth.
Seventy-Six smiled pervertedly and asked the boy, “Big Brother, do you think my face looks better now that it’s fatter?”
The boy smiled and didn’t pay much attention to her.
Since Seventy-Six was afraid of being embarrassed and didn’t want to go to work, the boy had her take a leave of absence and went himself.
The boy wasn’t afraid. He had been beaten for over half a year, what could he be afraid of?
In the middle of work, the boy went home and found that Seventy-Six had packed her things and left. The boy, afraid she might do something rash, called her to persuade her. If she didn’t want to be together anymore, he would take her to the train station, and she shouldn’t run away blindly like this.
Seventy-Six said she just wanted to go out and relax, and she would be back in a couple of days.
How could the boy stand for that? The boy thought, “Do you take this place as an inn? Relax and come back.” He directly told Seventy-Six that if she wanted to break up, she should just say so. If she came back, she could take her things, and he would send her off, but she shouldn’t mess around like this, neither breaking up nor staying together.
Later, Seventy-Six returned on her own and promised not to act like that again, coaxing the boy and saying she knew she was wrong.
The boy didn’t overthink it, because physically and mentally, he was already worn out. It was natural for things to be good if they were good, and he had never intended to resort to violence with Seventy-Six, otherwise, why would he have endured and indulged her for so long? And after all the effort he put in, wasn’t it because he believed Seventy-Six would get better? What else?
After coaxing the boy, Seventy-Six indeed started speaking properly, discussing things when necessary, and no longer losing her temper arbitrarily.
The boy thought his hardship was over and that Seventy-Six had finally returned to her old self. He had persevered for so long, and no matter how much they argued, his kindness towards Seventy-Six never changed.
A week later, Seventy-Six, Decepticon, transform! “Kuts! Crack!” It started again.
She started cursing and hitting again.
After enduring it a few times, the boy finally understood. A dog, no matter how well you treat it, will find it hard to change its habit of eating shit. （ No offense to dogs, just a metaphor. ）
Autobot, transform! “Kuts! Crack!”
The boy once again transformed into a righteous warrior and engaged in a life-and-death struggle with the forces of evil. Hahaha.
As long as the Decepticon fires at him, he will let the Decepticon know that the Autobot is not vegetarian either!
The Decepticon hit the Autobot’s head with a beer bottle. The Autobot was furious and smashed his metal head more than ten times, asking the Decepticon if it was enough and if it could stop.
The Decepticon gestured with scissors towards the Autobot’s stomach, enraging the Autobot to draw the Blade of Justice and say, “Come on Decepticon, I’ll let you stab first. Come on, you motherfucker, let’s see who dies first.”
The Decepticon gestured a few times but didn’t dare to act, while the Autobot deliberately tapped the Decepticon’s head with the Blade of Justice. However, when the Decepticon wasn’t looking, he used the blunt side of the Blade of Justice. He actually only wanted to use this method to suppress the Decepticon’s actions.
After two “clang” sounds, the Decepticon was stunned, dumbfounded, and thought the Autobot was really going to punish her for justice.
She was scared. She knew the Autobot was good to her and had been indulging her for so long, she never thought the Autobot would actually hit her head.
Moreover, it hurt quite a bit, and when she touched it, some oil was leaking. She was scared silly.
The Autobot wiped the broken glass from his head, and oil flowed down his steel face. He smiled placidly at the Decepticon and said, “Still want to fight? If not, we’ll continue!”
Whether it was out of fear or pretense, the Decepticon quickly found something to help the Autobot wipe the oil.
In this struggle between justice and evil, both sides sustained moderate injuries.
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After this, the boy refused to do anything anymore. He made up his mind, thinking that if he were soft-hearted again, he would be a dog!
He proposed breaking up for the third time.
“Let’s not date anymore, it’s too tiring, really tiring. We were dating fine, I tried my best to be good to you, and you changed instead. I tolerated you, indulged you, and advised you, but you wouldn’t listen. It’s endless. I even accompanied you to see a psychologist, but you wouldn’t go, and it just kept going like this. I don’t want to fight with you anymore, forget it, let’s just leave it at that.”
“Actually, I don’t want to fight with you either, but I just can’t control myself. No matter how good you are to me, I feel it’s not enough. You’ve spoiled me. If you hadn’t been so good to me, I definitely wouldn’t be like this.”
“Is it wrong for me to be good to you? Let’s say I’m good to a dog, it knows to wag its tail. It’s become my fault for being good to you?”
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m better with others, but with you, even a little bit of dissatisfaction makes me lose control and get angry. I’m sorry, really sorry. Maybe it’s because you’ve been too good to me, that I can’t accept even a little bit of you not indulging me.”
“Haven’t I indulged you?”
“Yes.”
“How long have I indulged you?”
“A long time. If it were me, I couldn’t have endured that long.”
“Heh. Forget it. What’s the point of saying all this now.”
“I’m sorry, really sorry. I hope you can find a girl better than me in the future, at least one who won’t hit and curse you like I do, and who won’t disregard your kindness to her. Sigh… I’m truly sorry.”
