Rural Beauty 137, 137 with glass in left hand and stick in right (at three in the morning) — 137 with glass in left hand and stick in right (at three in the morning) — 137 with glass in left hand and stick in right. In fact, Lu Yun’s guess wasn’t far off—Fang Qiang truly had some resentment directed toward Liang Hongyu. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have treated her so harshly. But when he saw Liang Hongyu lying motionless on the ground, blood streaming from her face, he was genuinely frightened. He was merely a well-known figure at the school—should anyone die, he’d surely have a hard time keeping his head on his shoulders. His bare-bottomed girlfriend had vanished without a trace at some point, and now only two of his five friends remained. They were dodging and weaving, searching for sticks or other objects inside the girls’ dormitory, trying to hold their own against Lu Yun. But where were all those sticks in the girls’ dormitory? How could they possibly fight with so few? Seeing Lu Yun swing his staff at him with a furious expression, Fang Qiang bit down on his teeth, lifted a pillow at random, and absorbed the blow head-on, then shouted to the only one still standing, "I'll hold him off—go get help right away!" The colleague gasped and nodded, turned, and rushed toward the classroom door, opening it swiftly before sprinting out. Lu Yun was now busy fighting off Fang Qiang and couldn't find time to intervene, glaring at him with bloodshot eyes, his staff moving with vigorous energy, channeling all his fury onto Fang Qiang. "Lu Yun, please—stop for a moment. Red Yu is fine, but those three students you knocked down might have some issues," said Zhao Feiyan, after quickly treating Red Yu's wound and helping her onto the bed. She then hurriedly checked the injuries of the three boys who had been knocked down, her brows furrowed tightly, and called out to the now-dashing Lu Yun, who was scrambling around the room. Fang Qiang immediately exclaimed, "Lu Yun, you heard that, too—should my three buddies suffer any injury at your hands, you'll be in for it! This content is the text from Chapter 137 of 'Rural Beauty.' " "For heaven's sake, you dare lay such heavy hands on Hongyu? I'm going to kill every single one of you today!" Lu Yun simply wouldn't listen to any reasoning now. "Eat it or carry it? You're kidding, right? Even if I carry it, I'll first make sure to wipe out all of you!" Seeing that his threats were falling on deaf ears, Fang Qiang held one pillow in each hand, shielding himself from Lu Yun's nearly frenzied attacks, mentally cursing, "How long is it going to take before someone comes to take care of this madman!" The two of them darted back and forth within the female dormitory, looking quite comical. "Lu Yun, Hongyu is still bleeding. If we don't treat her promptly, you'll know the consequences without me having to say a word." Zhao Feiyan, seeing that her appeals were falling on deaf ears, suddenly had an idea and went over to Liang Hongyu, carefully wiping the blood that had seeped from her head with a tissue. Indeed, her voice had the desired effect—Lu Yun stopped chasing and hurried to Liang Hongyu's side, softly calling, "Hongyu, wake up!" Fang Qiang, seizing the opportunity, didn't hesitate and began to make a break for it. Although Lu Yun was concerned about Liang Hongyu's injuries, he remained vigilant of Fang Qiang's every move. When he saw Fang Qiang preparing to escape, he raised his thick staff and sent it whirling through the air, where it struck Fang Qiang squarely on the forehead with a crisp sound. Fang Qiang had expected a smooth escape and, overjoyed, had lowered his guard—only to pay the price. He ended up pressing his head into a female roommate's bed. "Feiyan, please take good care of Hongyu," Lu Yun said, then prepared to leap into action and continue his assault on Fang Qiang. Zhao Feiyan didn't expect Lu Yun to throw down his staff. Seeing Fang Qiang lying helplessly on the bed in pain, she felt both amused and helpless—this guy was truly formidable, capable of knocking someone down like that. She stepped in to block Lu Yun, saying, "You still want to keep fighting? If you do, someone might really end up in serious trouble. The teacher will be here soon—let them handle it." Teacher! Lu Yun gave a cold smile. How many times had he seen students fighting and the teachers arriving promptly to intervene? Aside from finding endless ways to charge them fees, what else could they do? In Lu Yun's mind, he no longer regarded Tie Xinlan as his teacher. "Think not only about yourself, but also about Hong Yu. She's a girl, after all, and she's lost so much blood," Zhao Feiyan said, pausing mid-sentence and glancing at Lu Yun with a subtle eye. Lu Yun was taken aback, turned around, and gently lifted Liang Hongyu, speaking softly, "Hongyu, just hold on a moment. I'll take you to see the doctor. This content is from Chapter 137 of the rural beauty series." Zhao Feiyan exhaled in relief, ready to check on Fang Qiang's condition—how could a single strike she'd thrown have knocked him flat? Truly unfortunate. As Lu Yun took a step forward, suddenly a commotion erupted outside the dormitory. Lu Yun thought things weren't looking good, so he placed Hongyu back on the bed and called out to Feiyan, "Feiyan, take care of Hongyu for me. Someone's come to cause trouble." Feiyan hadn't quite recovered when she saw Lu Yun suddenly dart over, pick up the stick from the floor, leap onto the bed, and hide by the door, looking on guard. Everything had been fine just a moment ago—what had changed? Before she could even form the thought, a group of people surged into the dormitory, and she quickly rushed to Hongyu's side, shielding her with her body. Strike first! Lu Yun knew the crowd must be substantial the moment he heard the bustling footsteps approaching—probably the third-year freshmen had already arrived. Damn! They're here so fast! Pressed against the wall, Lu Yun watched as two figures burst through the door and immediately swung their poles down without a word. As expected, both of them screamed in pain, clutching their heads and collapsing to the ground. The others behind them quickly stepped back. "Man, this kid's ruthless! We should've all charged in together!" "Kill this kid! Let him know that a first-year freshman doesn't get to act all cocky around this school!" The shouts from outside the dorm grew louder, yet no one dared to step forward boldly—how could they? Who in their right mind would want to take a chance on getting hit? A single well-placed blow could easily knock someone out—what kind of loss would that be? Damn! A bunch of useless clowns! Always shouting from the sidelines—get in there and take out that kid! The owner of that voice was furious and stormed in first. As soon as Lu Yun heard the words, he knew people were coming in. He quickly grabbed a pillowcloth, wrapped it around his hands, struck a window pane with his staff, shattered it, and picked up a suitable piece, holding it firmly while fixing his eyes wide open at the door. Come on, you youngsters! Today, if we kill one, it's even money. If we kill two, we've made a profit! With a glass blade in his left hand and a staff as thick as his wrist in his right, Lu Yun was determined to fight these young upstarts to the very end... PS: Recommending a contemporary urban thriller titled "Zi Gong" by Village Beauty 137, who holds a glass in her left hand and a staff in her right (updated at 3 a.m.)!