When They Beg, I Rise!

She knew she was in for a tough ride with all these enemies. If she couldn't hold her own, she'd be at a real disadvantage.

"Hey, gorgeous, ever thought about joining our gym? We've got a sweet deal since we just opened."

Lemira's eyes were drawn to a flyer on the gym's window showcasing boxing classes.

"Can you teach me that?" she pointed at the boxing image.

"Sure thing. Our gym's owner is a pro boxer himself. It's perfect for ladies looking to learn some self-defense."

"That's the one I want."

Following the guy into the gym, she noticed it was pretty empty.

The owner was a middle-aged man, "You're quite slender; no need to lose weight. But you can work on getting yourself stronger." Lemira cut straight to the chase, "I want to learn how to defend myself, the kind where I can actually fight back!"

The owner hesitated, "Young lady, are you looking to get into fights?"

"I'll pay double the price!"

"It's not about the money."

"I'm also a streamer with a million followers. I could bring you tons of new customers."

The owner coughed, "Well, it's true that it wouldn't hurt for a girl to know a few self-defense moves. When do you want to start?"

"Today!"

Lemira knew she had no time to waste; she needed to get stronger.

Initially, she just wanted to live her life peacefully, but circumstances forced her hand. It was time to eliminate the obstacles in her path. After a grueling session, Lemira was sprawled out on the floor, resting.

The owner observed her, "Have you always been this strong?"

"Yeah. I've been pretty strong since I was a kid."

"Well, you've got a real knack for boxing."

Lemira wiped away her sweat. And as she went back, her legs trembled with every step. It was truly exhausting!

When she returned to her dorm, Clara was still in tears, having skipped dinner which Janice had brought back.

After a shower, Lemira crashed into bed, completely oblivious to Clara's crying.

The next day, every muscle in her body screamed in protest. On her way to class, she bumped into a group from the Business School.

Evelina wasn't there, but an all-too-familiar face was. Dorian approached her with a soda can in hand, "I hear you've been acting tough while I was away. Even tried to push Eve off the rooftop yesterday?"

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The crowd around them was intrigued. Did Lemira have an acquaintance with the Business School students? After all, Susanna had been taken away for bullying and no sign of coming back; things had seemed to calm down. Now, someone was confronting Lemira again. Was she really just an ordinary freshman?

Facing Dorian's accusation, Lemira remained calm, "Got any proof?"

"So, without proof, it wasn't you?"

"Or else?"

Lemira took the unopened can from Dorian, twisted it effortlessly into a twisted metal sculpture, and drenched Dorian in soda. Staring at Lemira's hand, Dorian stepped back in fright. Could this girl really crush a can with her bare hands?

Lemira handed the twisted can back to him, "Consider this a warning. Next time, it won't be this easy."

She patted Dorian's shoulder, wiping her hands clean of the soda, and strutted through the crowd.

Her expression was stoic, a band-aid on her forehead adding an unintended fierceness. Nobody dared block her path.

As Lemira walked away, Dorian,

furious and humiliated, threw the et

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can after her as he glared at Lemira's retreating figure, "You better stop right there!"