The Fake Girlfriend is Online - Chapter 11

Chapter 11: South District Police Station

South District Police Station.

Mu Jinxuan and Qing Moran stood side by side. However, Mu Jinxuan was the only one visibly “decorated” with injuries; her lip was split with beads of blood seeping out, and there were numerous abrasions on her face and arms. In contrast, Qing Moran was mostly fine, save for her hair being a bit disheveled.

Standing opposite them were two separate groups, both bearing many scrapes, staring fiercely at the duo.

“You two, instead of attending school properly, you come to the South District to fight? Is it because you don’t have enough homework?” The police officer chided them mercilessly, looking at the black and blue bruises on Mu Jinxuan’s face.

Earlier, after Mu Jinxuan led her pursuers into Qing Moran’s battlefield, the various factions stopped caring who was whose enemy. As long as someone wasn’t “one of theirs,” they pinned them down and pummeled them. The tangled mess of fighters was thus unfortunately hauled off to the police station.

After finishing with the two girls, the officer turned to lecture the other groups: “What are you staring at? You guys really treat this place like home, don’t you? Running here every few days.”

As soon as the officer turned around, Mu Jinxuan nudged Qing Moran with her elbow and leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Hey, deskie, why were you fighting with people again?”

Qing Moran immediately shot her a glare. If Mu Jinxuan hadn’t brought that mob along to join the fray, she might have actually escaped the police.

“Hey, have you practiced martial arts before? Let’s spar sometime.” Ever since seeing Qing Moran, Mu Jinxuan’s mood had brightened significantly.

Seeing that her seatmate still wasn’t responding, Mu Jinxuan wanted to ask more, but the police officer didn’t give her the chance.

“Still talking? Still talking? Do you really think this is your house?” The officer swatted Mu Jinxuan’s head with some papers on the desk. “You, go make a phone call first. Call your class teacher and your parents.”

Mu Jinxuan’s face instantly fell into a look of misery. She pointed at the injuries on her body: “Officer, they were clearly bullying us. Look at how they beat me—here, here, and here. I could go get a disability assessment and sue them.”

“Bullshit! Why don’t you look at their faces and bodies? There’s no excuse for a mass brawl. Stop the nonsense and go make the call! All of you, go! Call your teachers!” The officer pointed at Mu Jinxuan, Qing Moran, and Li Jie, muttering about how “high schoolers these days are such a headache.”

“Officer, look at my deskie. Does she look like the kind of girl who causes trouble? How could she possibly initiate a fight with them? Clearly, they came looking for trouble. We are the future flowers of the motherland,” Mu Jinxuan babbled nonsense.

“Bullshit! You’re a flower of the motherland? More like two poisonous weeds!” One of the hoodlums brought by Li Jie was displeased. “Who was chasing us and hitting us back then? Officer, if you let this poisonous weed out, she’ll kill off a whole field.”

“What are you shouting for? Haven’t you argued enough? She doesn’t look like a troublemaker, but you certainly do.” The officer pointed at Qing Moran, then at Mu Jinxuan, before turning back to lecture the hoodlums.

“And you lot—you’re still minors! What is this junk you’ve dyed your hair? Why so many holes in your ears—trying to put ropes through them so people can lead you around? And you, why aren’t you wearing your clothes properly? If you don’t want to go to school, don’t bother those who do. Is it because your daily education isn’t enough? Do you want to come here every day to clock in and listen to lectures?” This barrage of questions left the blue-haired hoodlum’s group stunned, making one wonder if the officer used to be a Dean of Students.

“Exactly, Officer! You can tell just by looking at them that they aren’t good people. We don’t even know why we offended them. They blocked us in the alley and started hitting us. I had no choice but to protect my deskie so she’d get hurt less,” Mu Jinxuan said, raising a hand to wipe away non-existent tears, her tone sounding heartbroken.

Qing Moran glanced at her seatmate, who was putting on a grand performance, and silently shifted a step away. Across from them, Li Jie watched Mu Jinxuan in horror. The legendary “School Bully Mu” wasn’t supposed to be like this; this person’s ability to spin lies was top-tier.

“Officer, everything I said is true. We are good students. My deskie is even a top scholar. How could we provoke these people for no reason? If you don’t believe me, you can ask my classmate—that one right there.” Mu Jinxuan pointed a distant finger, and Li Jie, upon being called out, shuddered.

Looking at the clearly threatening gaze from “Bully Mu” and sensing the malicious stares from the surrounding hoodlums, Li Jie nearly collapsed into tears.

The officer slapped her hand down and said, “Enough nonsense. I’ve seen plenty like you, don’t try to fool me. I think Student Qing, who hasn’t spoken much, is a bit better. You three, go call your class teacher. You lot, call your parents. Then everyone write a 5,000-word self-reflection. You aren’t leaving until you’re finished.”

The officer made them go one by one to make calls, handed the hoodlums paper and pens, threatening that they couldn’t leave without the 5,000 words, and then called the people who had been fighting Qing Moran into a back room.

That group hadn’t said a word since entering the station, but they kept staring at Qing Moran as if trying to bore a hole through her. Qing Moran had remained on high alert, watching them; only when they were called into the inner room did she completely relax.

The group of “minors” returned after their calls. The hoodlums held their pens, staring at the blank paper, worrying about where those 5,000 words would come from.

“Friends, staring at it like that won’t make the words appear,” Mu Jinxuan gloated from the side, watching their distressed faces.

Qing Moran glanced at her and whispered “Childish,” yet she added fuel to the fire: “Why don’t you teach them?”

“If they beg me, I might reluctantly agree.”

Seeing the two of them working in tandem, the blue-haired hoodlum threw down his pen and tried to charge her, but his lackeys held him back firmly.

“Friend, friend, don’t be impulsive! We’re practically acquaintances now through this fight. Even though you have to write a reflection and we don’t, we can’t let that ruin the fate that brought us together.”

The blue-haired hoodlum was so enraged he began cursing non-stop.

“Oh, I see. You don’t know how to write a reflection, do you? It’s okay. Actually, if you just beg me a little, I could help you brainstorm. After all, I’ve had a few years of schooling; I’m not that useless.” Mu Jinxuan continued to draw agro with her punchable attitude.

“Dammit! Who the hell are you calling useless? I’m going to beat you up today!” With that, the blue-haired hoodlum snatched up a ceramic mug next to him and moved as if to throw it.

Smash! The ceramic cup shattered into several pieces the moment it contacted the girl’s forehead. Mixed with beads of blood, the shards fell to the ground, shattering further into countless tiny fragments.

Everyone stared at Mu Jinxuan in a daze. Seeing a trail of fresh blood emerge from her forehead, the hoodlum’s gaze slowly turned from anger to sheer terror. Why the hell did this woman lean into it herself?

That’s right—the blue-haired guy hadn’t actually thrown it yet. Instead, Mu Jinxuan had leaned in intentionally to get hit.

Qing Moran grabbed Mu Jinxuan: “Dammit! Are you a freaking idiot?”

Though she cursed her harshly, she pulled out a tissue and wiped the blood from the forehead with extremely gentle movements. Mu Jinxuan was stunned by this action. Staring at the girl’s slender fingers, a smile slowly spread across her lips.

“Ouch, it hurts a bit.” Though she called out in pain, she was grinning at her.

“…Bully Mu, please drop the smile when you’re crying pain.” As she spoke, she applied a bit of pressure to the wound, successfully making Mu Jinxuan wince.

“Dammit! What are you doing? Daring to fight in the police station! You’ve got some nerve!” The officer, hearing the noise, rushed in and saw the blood flowing down Mu Jinxuan’s forehead and the broken handle remaining in the blue-haired hoodlum’s hand.

“Is the punishment not enough? Fifteen days detention!” With that, the officer moved to take the group away.

Mu Jinxuan turned her head and smiled triumphantly. Only then did Qing Moran realize Mu Jinxuan had deliberately provoked them. She had no idea what those hoodlums had done to offend her so much.

A doctor arrived shortly to treat the wound on Mu Jinxuan’s head. Qing Moran frowned the entire time: “Is your brain broken from the hit? You had to see who was harder, you or the cup?”

Mu Jinxuan didn’t speak; she just stared at Qing Moran with a silly grin. After a long time, she tilted her head and asked, “Deskie, are you worried about me?”

“I’m ‘thanking’ you for protecting me in the alley and saving me from injuries,” Qing Moran retorted, using the same lie Mu Jinxuan had told the police.

Mu Jinxuan laughed awkwardly, taking the chance to shimmy closer and drape an arm over her shoulder: “Not angry about Friday anymore?”

Only then did Qing Moran remember that the issue from Friday hadn’t been resolved. However, she let her lean there, simply raising her chin in a “figure it out yourself” gesture.

As they stood in the room, it wasn’t long before a police officer brought a parent in for identification.

The moment the man walked into the room, Mu Jinxuan recognized him. This had to be Qing Moran’s father. He was dressed in simple clothes, significantly taller than her, and most importantly, he had those eyes and brows that seemed carved from the same mold. However, the elder Qing entered the station radiating a palpable low-pressure aura.

“Qing Moran, your father is here.”

Upon seeing the man, Qing Moran frowned slightly. She dropped a quick “I’m leaving first” to Mu Jinxuan and followed the man out.

Watching Qing Moran’s departing back, Mu Jinxuan felt that the girl looked even unhappier now than when she had first entered the police station.

Fortunately, when they had called Li Fei earlier, his phone was off. Otherwise, they would be facing hours of bombardment from him right now.

By the time Gu Qing arrived to pick up Mu Jinxuan, it was already dark. Mu Jinxuan yawned as she walked out of the station, intending to complain about how slow he was, but she shut her mouth the moment she met his gaze.

The two walked one after the other to the car parked on another main road. As soon as Mu Jinxuan sat inside, she felt a heavy atmosphere. She wanted to turn and leave, but Gu Qing shoved her into the car.

There was another man in the car who looked very similar to Mu Jinxuan, just a few years older. Noticing Mu Jinxuan enter, he looked at the rearview mirror and met her eyes.

“Brother…” Mu Jinxuan called out to the man, but he showed no sign of wanting to acknowledge her.

“Brother, talk to me?” Mu Jinxuan attempted to act spoiled, but seeing the man’s face remain dark, she stopped talking.

“Mu Jinxuan, you’re doing great. I actually had to come to the police station to pick you up,” Mu Jinyu’s sarcastic voice came from the front seat.

“Brother, I was wrong,” Mu Jinxuan quickly admitted her mistake.

“No, you weren’t wrong. I was wrong. I haven’t been strict enough with you.”

At this, Mu Jinxuan fell silent, accepting her brother’s lecture.

The car drove toward the West District. Sitting in the back, Mu Jinxuan felt drowsy listening to her brother’s scolding, yet she couldn’t interrupt.

She turned to look out the window. The car wasn’t moving fast; she could see street vendors pushing carts and shop owners sitting outside playing cards. Just as Mu Jinxuan was counting the trees outside, she caught sight of a figure that looked like her seatmate.

“Brother Qing, stop! Stop the car!” Mu Jinxuan called out urgently.

“For what?” Gu Qing replied irritably, though he slowly brought the car to a halt.

Before the car had even fully stopped, Mu Jinxuan opened the door and bolted out, startling Gu Qing into slamming on the handbrake.

Sitting in the car, Gu Qing and Mu Jinyu looked at each other, both completely baffled, wondering what Mu Jinxuan was up to now.

Before long, the two saw Mu Jinxuan returning, but she was pulling a girl behind her. The two of them were running in a frantic hurry.

“Quick, quick! Drive!” Mu Jinxuan shoved Qing Moran—whom she had just parted with—into the car. Before she even got in herself, she urged Gu Qing to drive.

At this point, Gu Qing and Mu Jinyu saw clearly: the group of people following the girls were all, without exception, brandishing clubs and sticks. Seeing this, they didn’t waste words; they floored the accelerator and sped away.

In truth, not only were Gu Qing and Mu Jinyu confused, even Mu Jinxuan hadn’t figured out the situation. She really couldn’t understand how, in the brief moment they were apart, Qing Moran was being hunted down again.