Zhang Qian was stunned, momentarily forgetting to react, as she watched a stone the size of a chicken egg hurtle towards her face.
Just as the stone was about to hit Zhang Qian's forehead, she felt a force on her shoulder, as if something had pushed her.
She followed the momentum, toppling to one side.
Zhang Qian was in a panic, instinctively stepping forward, trying to balance her tilting body.
Whizz!
Bang!
Ouch!
Zhang Qian, with her body skewed, her legs in a half-split position, managed to stand firm.
The stone, having missed its direct target on Zhang Qian, didn't hit her.
The stone landed on the ground and then lightly bounced, not too lightly nor too heavily, hitting the foot of a female classmate standing beside Zhang Qian!
It was August, in the heat of summer, and the fashion-conscious girls were wearing toe-exposing sandals.
Coincidentally, the stone hit the big toe of the female classmate.
