2. Hey! I'm a Good Guy (1)

9:37 AM

The first period had already started. And where was I!?

I scratched my head, utterly confused as to how I got lost. All I did was look at some birds, chase a cat, and follow a dog a little. Was there really an alley like this near my house? It looked so unfamiliar...

I craned my neck, looking around at the intersection, hoping to spot the school building somewhere.

Thud, thud, thud.

The sound of someone being chased drew my attention immediately. A man ran past me at full speed, with another person with long legs and an impressive speed hot on his heels. They would catch up soon.

Wait a minute. Wasn't that guy in the same uniform as me!?

Regardless of his uniform, I hurried to follow out of sheer curiosity. I'm not the kind of person who likes to meddle in other people's business; I just didn't want to miss out on an interesting story to brag about to my friends.

In no time, the guy from my school caught up. He grabbed the other man's collar and slammed him into the wall.

"Hand over the wallet, now!"

His deep, threatening voice made the other man tremble with fear. I used the wall as cover while I watched the situation unfold.

"Where's the wallet? Hand it over. Don't make me repeat myself!"

"Please, don't hurt me! Don't punch me! You want the wallet? Here, take it."

Robbing someone in broad daylight? As a good citizen, I couldn't just stand by and do nothing!

"Hey! Stop bullying someone weaker than you right now!" I stepped into the street, shouting at the thug. The intimidation stopped immediately. When the thug turned to look at me, the world around me spun as I took in his handsome face behind black-rimmed glasses. His dark hair and piercing eyes, like those of a hawk, made my body heat up with embarrassment. This guy was dangerously attractive!

"You are..."

Before he could say anything, the frightened man took advantage of the distraction and tried to escape. The thug turned back and shoved him against the wall again.

"Hey, stop! Run away, sir! I'll handle this!" I lunged forward and clung to the thug's arm, pulling with all my might. I heard loud footsteps running away.

"Let me go! He's getting away!"

"I won't let go! Even if it kills me! Run, sir, run far away!" I closed my eyes and shouted, being swung left and right until I was dizzy.

Thwack!

Something hit me hard in the back, causing sharp pain.

Oh no, does he have accomplices?

When I turned to look, an old lady was hitting me with her bag, followed by another elderly woman with her shoe, and all sorts of items the neighborhood ladies could find to beat me.

Why were they attacking me!?

"How dare you, young thug! Trying to be a robber at your age? Take this!"

"Why are you hitting me!? I'm a good citizen!"

"A good citizen? Liar! I heard you telling him to run. You're in cahoots with him! Get him, ladies!"

Ahh! Auntie, no, that's a bag of raw pork! Granny, that hit was too hard! Why are they attacking me when I helped the victim escape?

"Please calm down, everyone. Please stop."

The thug spoke, and the neighborhood ladies immediately stopped and backed off.

What was going on? Why did everyone listen to him? Was it because he was so damn attractive?