“Pervert! All Japanese are perverts!” I blurted out, “If you have no money, go find a place to commit seppuku!”
He just laughed, seemingly very happy!
Unable to curse in Japanese, I switched to Chinese, hurling every curse I knew, questioning his ancestors to the eighth generation.
He stubbornly refused to leave.
Helpless, I ended up paying for the magazine myself to make him take it.
Less than an hour later, he returned with another pornographic magazine, still grinning at me.
Alone in the dark night, facing a Japanese madman, I felt somewhat scared. In a panic, I involuntarily dialed Ye Zhengchen’s number.
His phone rang for a long time before being answered by his cold voice, “What is it?”
My nose felt sour, regretting making this call.
“Sorry!” I suppressed my unsteady breathing. “I dialed by mistake!”
The Japanese man waved a magazine in front of me, mumbling in Japanese. I understood a few words: “I like… very fun… is this money enough?”
Just as I was about to speak, the phone hung up.
In this strange country, I felt alone. I snatched the magazine from the man’s hand and hit his head. “Get out, you idiot. If you don’t leave, I’ll call the police!”
He ran around, knocking things off the shelves. Just as I was about to call the police, a loud noise came from the door, and a figure rushed in with force.
Calming down, I saw it was Ye Zhengchen, furious.
“Senior brother, he…”
Before I could finish, Ye Zhengchen grabbed the Japanese man’s clothes and dragged him out. I followed to see the man rolling in pain on the ground.
Ye Zhengchen hesitated when he saw me and offered a tissue. “No need!” I tilted my head to stop tears. “Why did you come?”
He looked elsewhere, the moonlight reflecting his restraint.
“Forget it!”
I walked into the convenience store. Before closing the door, I saw him angrily kick the man, then drag him into his car and drive away.
Later, I heard he found a psychiatric authority to assess the madman and locked him in a mental hospital.
