Starting Off By Confessing To My Classmate's Mother

At this moment, Li Zhiyan stood like a mighty colossus.

After all, his power level of 20 was no joke.

Anyone who saw him would feel utterly inferior.

Fang Zhiya, watching this scene unfold, couldn't help but acknowledge how extraordinary this child was. He was truly someone destined for greatness. But even so, fear consumed her heart, leaving no room for admiration or hope.

Fang Zhiya knew all too well the reputation of debt collectors.

Smashing windows with slingshots, splashing red paint, issuing threats and intimidation—she had experienced it all firsthand.

Back then, she lived every day in dread. After moving to a new place, she had hoped to start over, to live a peaceful and stable life. But she soon realized that such a life was nothing more than a beautiful, naive fantasy.

And now, these debt collectors had appeared before her once more.

"I really don't have any money..." Fang Zhiya pleaded desperately. "Please, just give me some time."

The three debt collectors hadn't yet snapped out of their shock.

The boy standing before them was intimidating—almost terrifying—but at the end of the day, money was what mattered. They only got paid if they collected during the claim period. If they failed to recover the debt soon, it would be passed on to the next team, leaving them empty-handed.

"Lady," the tall, wiry man among them sneered, his tone laced with lewdness. "You're still quite charming. How about this? Spend a night with me, and I'll give you three days to gather the money. Fair deal, right?"

Fang Zhiya recoiled, retreating several steps in panic.

"Absolutely not! If you keep this up, I'll call the police!"

Her defiance didn't faze the leader in the slightest. With a cold laugh, he picked up a plastic folding stool and smashed it onto the ground. The stool shattered into pieces.

The commotion scared off a couple of customers who had just arrived to eat.

People of this era harbored an innate fear of hooligans. Unlike today, short videos and the internet hadn't bridged the gap in societal awareness.

"Zhiyan, run!"

Sensing imminent danger, Fang Zhiya urged Li Zhiyan to escape. She would take the beating if necessary. Grabbing the steaming pot of soup from the stove, she steeled herself.

She had to protect this child, no matter what!

Holding the pot of hot soup, Fang Zhiya screamed hysterically, "Stay away from me!"

Deeply rooted in traditional values, she couldn't possibly accept such disgraceful demands. Even if it cost her life, she would never submit to their vile requests.

Li Zhiyan was overwhelmed with emotion.

This woman…

She was far better than any young girl he had known. At least when real danger arose, she was willing to step forward and shield him like a mother protecting her child.

The sight of Fang Zhiya clutching the boiling pot made the three hooligans falter slightly.

They weren't afraid of her, per se, but the thought of getting scalded was unsettling. Disfigurement wasn't worth it.

Still, they doubted she'd actually do it. Scalding someone intentionally was a criminal offense, and they were sure she wouldn't risk it.

"Go ahead. Pour it!" they taunted, inching closer but keeping ready to dodge.

Li Zhiyan saw the resolve in Fang Zhiya's eyes. She was truly prepared to risk everything.

Her petite figure, standing barely 1.6 meters tall, was trembling yet unyielding. The sight stirred a pang of pain in Li Zhiyan's heart.

Fang Zhiya had taken her own life in his previous life, a testament to her willingness to give everything for what she believed in.

These beasts...

"You scumbags!"

"F**k your mothers!" Li Zhiyan cursed in a fury, drawing their attention to himself. He could no longer hold back.

The trio, already bitterly jealous of his imposing presence, seized the chance to vent their frustration.

The man on the left charged at Li Zhiyan, preparing to deliver a flying kick. He was experienced in brawling and knew that a solid kick could easily bring down an average-sized kid like this one.

"Zhiyan!"

Fang Zhiya panicked, her fear mingling with an inexplicable warmth. This child truly saw her as a mother figure, willing to protect her at all costs.

But how could a mere boy stand up to three seasoned thugs?

Her hands trembling, she put the soup back on the stove and reached for the knife used to slice noodles. If it came down to it, she'd fight to the death.

In that moment, her perception of Li Zhiyan shifted.

He wasn't just a child under her care—he was like her own son. No, he treated her even better than her own son ever had.

No one's allowed to hurt him! Not while I'm here!

Just as Fang Zhiya prepared to risk everything, she froze.

What she saw left her utterly stunned.

The thug who had charged at Li Zhiyan with a flying kick was sent flying back instead. He landed on the ground, writhing in pain.

Before she could process what had happened, Li Zhiyan had already struck down another thug with a single punch.

The wiry leader, now visibly shaken, fumbled to pull a knife from his pocket.

But Li Zhiyan was faster. He grabbed the man's wrist before he could even reach the weapon.

"You little—"

The man's insult was cut short by a sickening crack.

A howl of agony followed as his face turned deathly pale.

This kid must be trained in martial arts—maybe even competitive sanda.

What kind of monster did we mess with today?

The next second, Li Zhiyan's fist drove into the man's gut, knocking the fight out of him.

In mere moments, all three thugs were sprawled on the ground, groaning in pain.

Fang Zhiya could hardly believe her eyes.

These men, so terrifying just moments ago, couldn't even handle a single boy.

How is Zhiyan this strong?

The leader slowly propped himself up, his face twisted with fury. He knew he couldn't let this go. If word got out that they were beaten by a kid, their reputation would be in tatters.

But Li Zhiyan wasn't done. He knew these debt collectors were local bullies. Letting them go now would only invite future trouble for Fang Zhiya.

His expression darkened as he pulled out his phone and made a call.

The leader's heart sank at the sight.

This kid knows someone powerful. We're screwed.

"Hello, President Xu?" Li Zhiyan's voice was calm and steady.

"Brother Li! Long time no see!" came a cheerful voice from the other end. "What can I do for you?"

The leader's face turned ashen.

It's over. This time, we've really crossed the wrong person.

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