I Met Her on the Subway (Martial Arts Science Fiction Adult Novel)

"The upbound train is about to arrive. Please let the passengers get off the train first." The familiar announcement made me realize that I had finished work. After a hard day's work, my body was so tired that I could collapse at any time, but I just maintained my daily routine out of inertia.

At this time every day, she would take the bus home on time. The thought of having the chance to see her immediately made me excited. In fact, I have never spoken to her, I just know that she works nearby. Since I discovered this beauty, I waited for her arrival in the same carriage every day, pretending that we were riding in the same carriage by chance so that I could secretly watch her.

She’s here! I didn't dare stare at her for too long, for fear that she would discover that I was a stalker, but I couldn't help but look in her direction from the corner of my eyes. She seemed to be aware of my presence and turned her head away slightly embarrassedly. I was so scared that I immediately lowered my head because I didn’t want her to see me blushing. After getting in the car, I sat opposite her, which gave me a good opportunity to continue peeping.

I took out Haruki Murakami's "1Q84" as a cover, and my eyes kept looking at her from time to time. She was also reading a book. Her focused expression made me even more infatuated. She had neatly arranged bangs, shoulder-length hair, long and curly eyelashes, and fair skin. She looked like a girl in her early twenties. What a lovely girl. Sometimes, when she read something interesting, she would chuckle. Her laughter was clear and pleasant. What book was she reading? Attracted by the beautiful scenery before my eyes, I don’t have the leisure to read Murakami’s novels.

When the train arrived at Wan Chai Station, three drunken young men got on the train, immediately filling the carriage with the smell of alcohol. The three men staggered in front of the girl, three pairs of lustful eyes swept over her from time to time, and made obscene laughs from time to time. One of them was so bold that he wanted to sit on the girl's thighs, and the other two were clapping and shouting.

Seeing how strong and powerful the three young men were, the other passengers in the car did not dare to offer help. I couldn't bear to see that the person I was peeping at was taken away by someone else. Fortunately, I took advantage of the popularity of the movie "Ip Man" a few years ago and attended a few Wing Chun classes, so I learned a little about boxing. I stood up suddenly and walked angrily to the three young men. I suddenly thought of this situation, why does it resemble the plot of "Train Man"? If I lend a helping hand, I might be able to seduce that girl. This is truly a godsend opportunity.

When I came to my senses, I had already fallen to the ground, with the three young men's fists raining down on me. The other passengers had already been frightened and fled from the last car to the first car. The remaining two or three ignorant teenagers took out their phones to film. Maybe you can see my heroic image of being beaten up on YouTube tonight. By the way, if you have the fun of practicing your photography skills over there, why don't you come to save me? When I thought about how the Wing Chun I learned was just a bunch of fancy moves and couldn't even beat a drunken young man, it was a small matter that I paid the tuition fee in vain, but it was a big matter that I made a fool of myself in front of the girl. How could I have the courage to peek at her again after being beaten up like this?

I heard a few screams, and the punches and kicks on my body stopped immediately. I looked up and saw that the two young men had fallen to the side, unconscious. What was even more shocking was that the girl held a young man in one hand, and slapped him with the other hand, shouting, "I told you to apologize to him!" The drunk young man's legs were dancing in the air as he made a last-ditch struggle. It seemed that he could not hear what the girl said at all. Sure enough, the alcohol and pain made him faint. The girl threw him against the door, clapped her hands and walked towards me.

She squatted down to observe my injuries. Although my body was in pain as if it were torn into pieces, the fragrance coming from the girl seemed to have an anesthetic effect. I felt so happy in the pain that I wished I could break another leg to win the girl's sympathy. Seeing that I had no reaction, the girl thought that my head was hit and asked, "Does it hurt anywhere on your body?" I really wanted to answer, "My heart aches," but I couldn't open my mouth. Seeing that I didn't answer, the girl continued, "Don't worry, I'm a nurse. Let me see how badly you're injured." Then she began to search my body, as if trying to see if I had any broken bones. As a grown up, this was the first time I had close contact with a girl, and such a beautiful girl at that. My mind went blank. How should I respond?

The girl continued to check my injuries. When she leaned over and pressed my ribs and asked me if it hurt, her private parts suddenly appeared. I saw her porcelain-white breasts under her small vest. Although they were not big, they looked like some kind of "alarm bell breasts". The visual stimulation was so strong that both the brain and the penis were congested, and my nose felt cold. It turned out that my nose was bleeding. I can’t let the girl continue to act so unruly, otherwise I will bleed to death. I quickly wiped the blood from my nose with my hand, struggled to stand up, and prepared to leave the car. I didn't want the girl to see me in this miserable state again.

Seeing me struggling to support my body, she was surprised and said, "Please don't move, otherwise you will only get hurt!" But after seeing my determined eyes, she understood. She knew that I didn't want to be rescued by the woman she originally wanted to save, so she helped me up and asked with concern, "See if you can walk by yourself."

After taking a few steps, I stumbled forward and fell. Fortunately, the girl reached out and grabbed me in time. It seems that my injuries are indeed serious. I can't walk at all without the girl's support. I was at a loss as to what to do but ask the girl to continue helping me out of the car. At this time, other passengers in the train returned to the carriage where the accident occurred to watch, and those ignorant teenagers were still taking pictures of the three people who fell to the ground.

The girl asked gently, "Do you want to go to the hospital? I just checked you out, and your injuries may be serious."

I quickly denied it, "No, I don't think I'm seriously injured. I have naturally thick skin and flesh, and this injury will heal after a few days of rest." After saying this, I deliberately chuckled a few times to show that I was still strong. However, when my body moved, I felt excruciating pain from countless bruises. It was more of a scream than a dry laugh.

The girl said seriously, "No! If I let you go home now, you might die at home. Let me take you to the hospital, my savior."

I was heartbroken to see her being so stubborn and the severity of her injuries unknown, thinking that she might really die suddenly at home. So he agreed to go to the hospital with her. But even though she called me "savior" sincerely, I didn't like it. After all, she was my savior.

I stopped and said to the girl, "Before we go to the hospital, I have somewhere I want to go."

The girl asked curiously, "Where?"

"restroom"

"Okay, I'll help you go."

"Yes, thank you. By the way, I saw you move so skillfully just now that you defeated those bad guys in just a few moves. It seems that you have also learned Kung Fu, right?"

The girl thought for a moment and answered, "...I guess so. These are some self-defense skills that my father taught me. I didn't expect that they would come in handy today."

"It seems your father is quite influential."

While chatting, we arrived at the station lobby. I saw several station staff members rushing towards the platform with walkie-talkies in hand. It seemed that they were going to deal with the fight that had just happened. I jokingly said, "The subway staff are so slow. They only come to clean up after the fight is over."

The girl also smiled and replied, "It's not that they were slow, it's that the fight happened too fast. You were beaten to the ground in three seconds, but it only took me half a minute to deal with them."

I kept silent and continued walking, and soon I was outside the men's restroom. I asked the girl to let me walk by myself, but as soon as she let go of my hand I fell forward, and there was no way I could go to the toilet in this position. It seems I have no choice but to hold my urine and go to the hospital to solve the problem. The girl looked at me silently, and suddenly mustered up the courage to say, "Please let me help you into the toilet!"

I couldn't believe that the girl in front of me was so bold. Maybe she did this purely to "repay a favor", or was she the kind of girl with open sexual attitudes? But as a boy, although I feel embarrassed, just thinking about having a beautiful girl accompany me to the toilet is exciting. How can I refuse? "Hmm...Okay, thank you in advance."

The girl helped me limp into the men's restroom. The other men who were peeing were all shocked to see this scene. The funniest thing was that the men who were using urinals forgot that their little brothers were still spraying, and they were so scared that they immediately pulled up their zippers, leaving urine stains on their pants. I secretly glanced at the girl. Her face was flushed red and she lowered her head not wanting others to see it. She looked so adorable, and it proved that she did it to thank me. I felt a little embarrassed.

I directed the girl to go into a toilet cubicle so that the other men would stop glaring at her. After the door was closed, I asked the girl to continue supporting me with her back turned, and only come back after I finished. I pulled down my zipper and was about to take care of it when I discovered a big problem and couldn't help but scream. After hearing the voice, the girl secretly turned her head, took a look, and then turned back immediately, her face getting even redder. It turned out that my little brother stood up at some point, probably because I saw the girl exposing herself in the car. Anyway, I can't pee in this state, and waiting for my little brother to soften is not a solution. But I really need to pee, and I can't think of any solution for the moment.

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