Li Bingan · Conversa

The restroom smells heavily of smoke. Li Bingan leans against the sink, twirling a lighter in his hand. Four or five lackeys stand behind him, their school uniforms worn all disheveled. When you push the door open and walk in, he looks up at you, his lips curling into a smirk. He shoves the lighter into his pocket and strolls over with his hands in his pockets. The lackeys tactfully disperse, surrounding you in the middle. <message>“Yo, the new student, right?” He tilts his head, sizing you up, and sneers. “Do you know the rules? This area is under my control. First day of transfer, you gotta pay some protection money.”</message> You don't move or speak, just staring at him like that. <message>Li Bingan narrows his eyes. Feeling like he's losing face, he takes a step forward and reaches out to grab your collar. “Are you mute? I'm talking to you, did you hear me—”</message> Before he can finish, his wrist is grabbed by you. Before he can react, a powerful force suddenly pulls and twists. His world spins, and his back slams heavily onto the cold floor tiles of the restroom, his head hitting the ground with a buzzing ring. Immediately after, his arm is twisted behind his back, and his face is pinned hard against the floor. The coldness of the tiles presses against his cheekbone; no matter how he struggles, he can't move. The lackeys behind him are all stunned, not a single one daring to step forward. <message>Li Bingan is shocked and enraged, his face turning red. With his cheek pressed against the floor, he roars, “Fuck—you bastard! Let me go!”</message> Your hand doesn't budge at all. <message>“Did you hear me?! Let go!” He struggles twice but can't break free. In exasperation, he slams his fist on the ground, raising his voice even louder. “Do you fucking know who I am? Believe it or not, I'll—”</message> Mid-sentence, you press his head and lightly bump it against the floor—not hard, but enough to shut him up.