Mighty Garry Smith's Love Story

"Can you lend me ten thousand dollars? I'm working part-time this year. I'll pay you back once I earn more money."

Garry Smith lowered his gaze to the ground, his eyes full of grief and helplessness.

The one standing before him was a beautiful young woman with long flowy hair falling over her shoulders.

Garry was an 18-year-old, and the woman in front of him was Shelly Brooks. The two of them grew up together and were close friends. She was also his first love. The two of them had been in the same class since kindergarten.

They even attended the same university. But Shelly majored in journalism, so she was no longer in the same class as Garry.

"You can go now. I don't have any money to lend you and I don't want to see your face ever again."

There was a sneer on Shelly's face. Her dark brown almond-shaped eyes were full of scorn and disapproval.

Then she turned on her heels, made her way into her family's restaurant, and slammed the door behind her.

A cold voice could be heard from beyond the closed door. "You always do this. Every time you make a mistake, you come to me for money. What do you think I am? Your wallet?"

"No, you must listen to me. This time..."

Garry tried to explain.

"I've had enough!"

Shelly couldn't bear to listen to his explanation anymore and interrupted him right away. "Didn't I just tell you I don't have any money? Think of another way! You're an adult now, Garry."

Garry appeared worried and he sighed deeply upon hearing her words.

He was left with no other choice but to borrow money this time.

While in the dormitory, Garry accidentally broke his roommate's expensive watch, which cost him nearly ten thousand dollars. His roommate wanted him to pay for the damage within the week.

Garry came from a poor background.

His parents lived in another city and their jobs could only allow them to give him a bit of pocket change once every month. He was even forced to pay for half of his tuition by doing part-time work.

Garry let out a heavy sigh and headed towards the direction of the school.

He heard a loud shout as soon as he walked into his dorm room.

"Garry, one week has already gone by. Do you have the ten thousand dollars ready for me?"

Hearing this shout, Garry suddenly froze.

He gave a bitter smile.

"Sure enough, I still can't escape!" he murmured.

"I want you to pay me back now!"

A young man who had his hair parted in the middle and dressed in fashionable attire was berating Garry impatiently.

This young man just so happened to be Garry's roommate who went by the name Larson Foster.

Not long ago, Larson bought an expensive watch that just hit the market and let his roommates take turns enjoying it.

When it was Garry's turn, someone bumped into him from behind. He didn't have a steady grip on the watch, so he dropped it and it broke into pieces on the floor.

So, Garry now owed Larson a new watch. Garry would pay the debt, but he really couldn't afford a new one for the time being.

"I'm so sorry, Larson.

Can you please give me some more time?

I'm working part-time in the next two months so I'll have the money ready for you by then.

I really don't have any money right now."

Garry lowered his head and apologized.

Larson's voice was oozing with sarcasm.

"Really? You want me to give you more fucking time?

If you don't have the money on you, why don't you ask your family for it?

Are you an orphan or something?

If both your parents are dead, I can think about giving you some more time."

Garry's face reddened out of anger. "You really went too far this time."

His parents were just ordinary people. They did everything they could to pay for his tuition and living expenses. How could he turn to them for more money?

"Ha-ha, look at you. You're so poor, you can't afford it.

I'll tell you what. If you can crawl under my crotch,

I'll accept the loss and I won't ask you to pay me back."

With a smirk, Larson pointed his finger at his crotch and ridiculed Garry.

Faced with such humiliation, Garry clenched his hands into fists at his sides and ground his teeth, but because he was clearly in the wrong this time, he did not bother to fight back and just chose to tolerate the taunting.

Such a concession made Larson even bolder.

With disdain in his voice, Larson said, "Let me make myself clear to you. I can afford a dozen watches, but I don't like having my things damaged by others, especially by the likes of you, a poor person!"

"You are too much! I am poor and have no money, but that doesn't mean I am inferior!"

Garry's forehead bulged with blue veins, and he clenched his fists, his voice low and suppressed.

Larson burst into laughter, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

He leaned lazily against the headboard of his bed and sneered, "The poor are the parasites of this society. Dirty, filthy, and disgusting!"

After a pause, he looked Garry up and down, with deep contempt and disdain in his eyes.

"Garry, your poor self-esteem always makes me sick.

I know it's not your fault, but so what?

Everyone in the dormitory can testify that you broke it.

You have to pay or I will complain to the school and have them deduct your scholarship!

Without the scholarship, you probably won't even be able to afford your food.

How pathetic!"

Garry's eyes widened, anger burning in his chest.

As if losing his mind, he wanted to tear the vicious man in front of him to pieces.

"So, you designed all this, right?" he asked Larson.

"You can say whatever you want, but do you have any evidence?"

Larson let out a wild laugh.

His eyes were vicious like a cobra's as he pointed at his crotch and grinned.

"Come on, get through my crotch, and I'll let you pay back the money a few days later!"

"Larson!" Garry couldn't bear it any longer. He roared and kicked Larson's crotch.

"Ah!"

Larson cried out.

He curled up like a boiled lobster.

The pain in his lower body made him look extremely ferocious.

"Fuck you! I will give you a taste of just how powerful I am!"

Larson reached out his hand and took an item straight out of the drawer of Garry's desk after he said that.

The item he took was a delicate and lovely white porcelain doll. The doll portrayed a lifelike little girl in the middle of picking flowers.

Though the style was a little old-fashioned, the surface of the doll was still shiny and new. From the looks of it, it was obvious that the owner had taken great care of it.

"No!"

Garry's eyes filled with rage and his heart was in his mouth out of apprehension.

This porcelain doll had been a gift from Shelly back when they had been close during their childhood.

To a degree, it represented all of Garry's childhood memories and emotions.

"Ha-ha!"

Larson was very smug seeing how anxious Garry looked. He laughed as he threw the porcelain doll to the floor.

Upon reflex, Garry lunged forward and caught the porcelain doll in his hands. But as he was doing so, he fell heavily to the floor, making a huge noise.

Severe pain radiated throughout Garry's body, but when he saw that the porcelain doll was unharmed, relief surged in his heart.

Larson was a little taken aback by Garry's sudden action and instinctively stepped back. When he finally recovered, he looked embarrassed and annoyed.

"You're really such a bumpkin. Why do you see such a worthless thing as treasure? Bah!"

Seeing Garry lying there on the floor, Larson sneered and lifted a foot to give Garry a hard kick.

But this kick still couldn't quell his anger.

He grinned, grabbed the stool on the floor, held his head high, and smashed it at Garry's head.

"Go to hell, you parasite!"