Rebirth in a Shura Field, but in an Abstract Version

006 Single pull or consecutive pulls?

Wang Zhe looked at the black men's leather belt in his hand.

This is a cheap belt that costs 20 yuan. The metal buckle is the most common silver square buckle, thin and light, and it might bend easily. The whole belt feels hard and brittle, without any of the suppleness of genuine leather. I just don't know how it would be different from genuine leather if it were used on a person.

Seeing her hand the belt to him, Wang Zhe was about to pay. However, Jiang Di quickly pulled out two ten-yuan bills.

"Didn't you say you'd treat me to internet access? If going to an internet cafe costs you money, this won't cost you anything," the girl said.

"Okay, where do we go now?"

I've decided to spend the night at an internet cafe, but spanking isn't convenient there; I need to find a quieter, less crowded place.

The two walked out of the small supermarket, and Jiang Di pointed to the opposite side of the road: "The internet cafe is over there, behind the building, there's a small grove of trees."

"In the grove of trees...?"

Wang Zhe felt that the choice of location seemed to have a deeper meaning.

Jiang Di deliberately glared at him fiercely: "What's wrong? Is it not allowed?"

Wang Zhe laughed and said, "Of course I have no problem. You're the one who's going to get beaten up. You'd better be mentally prepared."

Jiang Di curled her lip in disdain: "No need to prepare yourself. You'd better put in some effort and not act like you haven't eaten dinner."

Wang Zhe's smile froze: "Fine, just because of that. You'll see if I hit you or not."

Jiang Di snorted again and walked ahead on her own.

Aside from the school uniform jacket tied around her waist, she was wearing a black mini-skirt, black socks, and white sneakers. The girl's legs were slender, yet her gait was surprisingly agile.

I just don't know if I can maintain this tough stance later.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Less than ten minutes later, the two stopped in the grove.

It was getting dark, and night was gradually falling. No one was passing through the woods, and it was very quiet.

On this sweltering summer evening, the heat lingered in the grove, cicadas chirped merrily, and the evening breeze rustled through the treetops, creating a sound like someone's breath.

As dusk fell, the shadows of the trees, stretched long and thin by the streetlights, intertwined and blurred on the ground.

The sparrows perched on the treetops were startled and took flight in a flurry.

Finally, the forest returned to silence.

The sound of car horns could be heard in the distance, and the city lights lit up one after another outside the woods, while this place seemed to have been forgotten by time.

She turned to look at Wang Zhe, her gaze soft and gentle.

Wang Zhe had only ever seen that look in his eyes when he was alone with Song Zhiyi in his previous life.

Wang Zhe was stunned.

Suddenly, Jiang Di realized her lapse in composure and quickly lowered her head, hiding her expression and gaze.

Her voice, no longer arrogant, became exceptionally gentle: "It's okay, it's still not as harsh as my mom's. Besides, my mom doesn't just hit me a dozen times, she usually hits me much more."

Wang Zhe shook his head: "Tsk tsk, what a tragic childhood."

Jiang Di retorted, "Haven't you ever been beaten by your parents?"

Wang Zhe thought for a moment and said, "They definitely hit me, but not that often. They only did it when I made a big mistake. And as far as I can remember, the last time they beat me up was when I was in elementary school."

Jiang Di muttered softly, "My mom also said something about jade needing to be carved to become a useful object, and that my grades are so bad because I haven't been beaten enough..."

Wang Zhe shook his head: "Many factors affect grades, and everyone's situation is different. But I think that frequently hitting children definitely won't help their grades."

The girl pouted slightly: "I wish you could make my mom understand."

Wang Zhe: "Then I'll just tell your mom directly."

Jiang Di was taken aback, then quickly shook her head: "No, you mustn't provoke her..."

Wang Zhe: "You dared to run away from home and stay out all night, are you still so afraid of your mother?"

Jiang Di: "Aren't you afraid?"

Wang Zhe smiled and said, "I'm really not afraid of my parents."

Jiang Di said dejectedly, "That's your home, my home is different. Forget it, I'm not going to talk about this with you."

Wang Zhe patted her arm: "Let's not talk about this anymore, let's go to an internet cafe."

"good……"

Jiang Di agreed, but stopped after taking a step.

Seeing this, Wang Zhe asked, "Are you in so much pain that you can't walk?"

"That's not quite it... Hey, hey hey!"

Before Jiang Di could finish speaking, Wang Zhe half-squatted in front of her, then pulled her arm and made her lie on his back.

Wang Zhe straightened up and carried her away.

Jiang Di instinctively hugged his shoulders and muttered softly, "Don't make decisions on your own..."

Despite her words, she showed no intention of coming down.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.