The Women's Counterattack
Episodes 1

In the middle of the night, a dim light came from the net shop on the corner of the street. The boys inside were tapping on their keys, occasionally throwing out curse words.

The air conditioner in the corner sometimes let out cold, mixed with dense smoke and the smell of sweat, making the air in the room very indescribable.

Van Ne is used to it.

This is his last week working part-time at an internet store. Tam Trung's school will open next month. The high school curriculum is quite heavy, he definitely can't work here anymore.

Van Ne opened a recruitment group, changed his status from having a job to waiting for a job, then easily traced the latest recruitment news.

There is a barbecue restaurant near Tam Trung that recruits employees by the hour, working time from 11:30 until dawn at 1:30, salary 20 yuan per hour.

He added Wechat opponents.

While waiting for others to agree, Van Ne glanced at the clock in the lower right corner of the computer, a few minutes had passed, he could get home from work in six hours.

He sighed.

After midnight, the noise in the internet shop faded, his night shift colleague Chu Hang woke up lazily and stretched: "I'm going out to rest, you take care of the store."

Van Ne contacted the barbecue restaurant owner about applying for a job, he did not raise his head and replied, "I know."

Zhou Hang went to breathe air for a long time, it had been over ten minutes and still had not returned. A man went to order instant noodles, Van Ne wrote the bill and said: "How many phone numbers he has, I'll bring them to you soon."

"Number six, thank you."

"okay."

Van Ne took two boxes of noodles off the shelf, opened them and poured boiling water into them, one box in each hand: "Hi, this is your noodles."

"Leave it." The man's eyes didn't leave the screen: "Can you help me make another box for number 17, I'll pay for it later, thank you."

"No."

Van Ne came back to peel another box of noodles.

The person at number 17 was also male, with silver hair, wearing a striking skull-shaped t-shirt, his face greasy from staying up late, looking more greasy under the blue light of the screen.

Van Ne didn't care about his asking eyes, he put down the noodle cup and left. Suddenly he grabbed her wrist.

He was startled, pushing his hand away, retreating to a safe distance, a serious expression asked: "What are you doing?"

Van Ne didn't want to cause any trouble, so he could only apologize. Who would have thought he would be asked by an elephant to ask a fairy, open his mouth to scold her and injure her hand.

"Now I keep typing on the keyboard and my wrist hurts, what should I do?" Ngo Phi laughed even more insolently, her words were also very vulgar: "Or come here and rub me."

Van Ne didn't want to argue with him anymore, he left coldly.

Behind him, there were dirty words between Ngo Phi and his friends: "Pretend what? Does he not want to show it off to others?"

"But I also consider myself beautiful."

"Among the girls on night duty here, how many clean ones might sleep with others for a long time and still erect a temple of chastity."

...

Seconds next.

Those harsh words were cut off by cries of hysteria. Ngo Phi ate the entire cup of noodle soup, she angrily shouted: "Are you sick! This bitch too!"

Van Ne released an angry stomach, he defiantly gave her another slap, coldly saying: "Does your mouth smell like that, but you yourself do not feel disgusted?"

"Your mother!" Ngo Phi was so embarrassed that she became angry, raising her hand to hit someone, but was stopped by Chu Hang, who heard the voice.

"What's wrong? You want to fight?" Chu Hang was a sports student, tall and long-legged, and his muscles were all genuine.

But Ngo Phi was also not gentle, relying on the majority to start a fight.

The atmosphere was noisy and noisy, someone intervened, someone reported to the police. Van Ne was protected by Chu Hang behind him, his head was buzzing and he could not think of anything.

Very quickly, a police station just one block from the nearest street received reports of the crime, breaking the record for the fastest arrivals to the scene in August.

The police suddenly rushed in, using a forced action to separate the people fighting. All those present were detained, except for the person reporting the crime and the parties involved, the rest after confirming their identity was no problem, they could leave.

After the interrogation was completed, some of the people involved were brought back to the station for further investigation.

Van Ne and Zhou Hang were sitting in a police car with flashing red lights. He rubbed the wound on the back of his hand, not knowing when it was injured, and gently apologized to Zhou Hang: "Sorry, I've made you trouble."

"Say something, just eat a few punches, not a big deal. Moreover, those people were originally worth fighting for." Zhou Hang did not pay much attention: "Don't worry about that, I'll explain to you about the shop tomorrow."