When Liang Jue was thirteen, he was a notorious “madman” in another city. Give him a bicycle chain, and he could beat an adult to their knees, begging for mercy.
That was until his older sister knelt in front of him.
“Xiao Jue, I’m begging you, stop fighting. Go somewhere else and start over. Study hard, get into college, and leave this life behind.”
He agreed. He changed his name to Liang Jue and came to Lanjiang. For three years, he never once laid a hand on anyone.
But some people don’t deserve patience.
At Lanjiang Technical School, Wu Yue, the spoiled heir to a construction company, used Liang Jue as his punching bag for three years. Slaps, dirty water thrown on him, fingers stomped until they broke: it got worse and worse, without end.
Liang Jue endured it all.
Not because he couldn’t fight back.
Because he was waiting. Waiting for the day he wouldn’t have to hold back anymore.
And today, Wu Yue insulted his sister.
One thousand and ninety-five days of patience, three years’ worth, ended here.
It's really good. The appearance and psychology of the characters are very clear. The protagonist's attacks are well-founded and refreshing. The plot is compact and not sloppy. It's comfortable to read. I can read it. It's a new book. I feel that the author should have written other works. The rhythm of the description is beyond words. It's delicious😋