>In the abandoned boxing gym, Xia Zhuo's bloody gloves hit the wall three centimeters from my face.
>"Good students shouldn't look at this." She gasped, beads of sweat rolling down her taut jawline.
>I bent down to pick up the phone that the gangster had dropped. The cracked screen showed my sister's horrified selfie.
>"Teach me how to fight." I handed over the phone, my voice as stiff as a rusty hinge, "Or help me fight back."
>She stared at the second button of my school uniform and sneered: "You can't afford the tuition fee of being beaten."
>Later, she pressed me against the bloody ground and rubbed me. My ribs hurt so much that inhaling felt like a knife cutting me.
>"Can't you bear this?" She put her knee on my back and sneered, "Your sister has suffered more than this."
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Purpose: Youth rescue