1088 had another scheme in mind. Though she claimed she couldn't hold her own against Wang Shiyu, shouldn't she at least have the advantage in strength? Looking at Wang Shiyu's expression now, it was clearly startled by the pretense of pain she had created—exactly as she had intended. What a "Wang Big Cannon"! Even while being relentlessly pounded by Wang Shiyu, she still managed to play tricks. Watching Wang Shiyu's delicate, concerned face filled with worry and fear, Wang Big Cannon called out even louder. "You! Stop calling out already! Where are you in pain? I'll take you to see a doctor. If you keep calling like this, you'll draw quite a crowd." Hearing Wang Big Cannon's continuous cries, Wang Shiyu's face turned ever paler. No matter what—should she really have to explain to so many classmates that she had kicked Wang Big Cannon in the lower part? This isn't the most pressing issue. The real problem is: if I bring someone in, I'll have to explain to Wang Dabao why I ended up punching him. The real difficulty lies in the fact that Wang Dabao knows I've been making advances on him in class. If, with the determination to stand firm rather than compromise—like a jade breaking rather than crumbling—he decides to speak up publicly, then I'll have no face left to stand on. Wang Dabao doesn't yet understand what Wang Shiyu is truly worried about. At this moment, he has no time to reflect or ponder further. Just looking at Wang Shiyu's face fills him with waves of emotion—he wants to embrace her right now. Yet, he knows he must keep up the act. If Wang Shiyu notices any flaw, she might just give him a good scolding. "Shiyu," he says, "what part of me do you think is hurting? You kicked me so hard—how could I possibly feel comfortable?" While speaking, Wang Dacao gently parted the hands that had been pressed against his crotch, allowing the swelling member—already inflamed by Wang Shiyu’s repeated stomps, though none of them actually landed on him—to break free from the confines of his hands and rise high and full. Upon hearing his words, Wang Shiyu instinctively lowered her gaze to check where she had kicked him. Naturally, she knew exactly where he had been struck, yet upon this glance, the already flushed cheeks suddenly turned even hotter, as if she had eaten a generous helping of Sichuan peppercorns. She struggled to suppress her anger and swiftly turned her head away. "Poetry, I'm all swollen up—I'm really uncomfortable..." Wang Dabao said to Wang Shiyu, his voice sounding as though he were groaning or in pain. Clearly, today he had deliberately set out to use the "suffering strategy" to make Wang Shiyu yield, even under pressure or threats. Now, with his full focus on securing his own goals, Wang Dabao had completely forgotten the shock Wang Shiyu had given him with that sudden kick from the air. He was entirely determined to "consume" this little lamb. "Well..." Facing such a situation, Wang Shiyu, who had never experienced anything like this before, felt a bit overwhelmed. Listening to Wang Dabao's words, she didn't know exactly how to respond, and could only stammer, "How about I take you to the hospital?" "No, I don't want to go to the hospital. I'm afraid of injections and medicine." Wang Dapao suddenly interrupted Wang Shiyu's speech. Aside from feeling a bit uncomfortable in his head and chest due to being kicked by Wang Shiyu, his lower body remained completely unscathed. If he were to go see a doctor for the drawings, wouldn't they all reveal these obvious flaws? Such a simple matter couldn't possibly be handled by Wang Dapao, no matter how much of a "rustic" he might be.