At the police station, Feng Yuan, Jiang Lin’an, Feng Xueping, Gong Ze, Qin Chuan, Sang You… with dusty, disheveled appearances and blue-purple bruises on their faces, stood in a row against the wall in the police station corridor.
Each one drooped his head dejectedly like a frost-bitten eggplant.
From a distance, one would think they were students punished for talking in class.
They were still young after all. When fighting they had been mighty and unstoppable, but once caught by the police uncle and brought to the station, they all became obedient. Several young officers on duty could not help laughing when they saw them, shaking their heads with a “tsk”: “These young people.”
Yan Zhenzhen pitifully stood on tiptoe to blow on the wound on Qin Chuan’s chin. Yan Liben coldly watched his own sister being a simp. He was tall and had no wounds on his face; his injuries were all on his chest.
He did not know which idiot, Yan Liben thought, kept hammering his pecs.
Among them, Gong Ze was injured more seriously. There was a small split at his mouth, and one cheekbone was swollen.
There was no choice. At the time he had to hold Feng Yuan, otherwise Feng Yuan would have flown up with a kick toward Sang You’s chest. Feng Yuan really was reckless. If that kick had landed, it would have caused a death. Would Gong Ze dare let go?
So Gong Ze, fully restraining Feng Yuan, was targeted by all of Jiang Lin’an, Ji Huai, and Gao Chun.
Fortunately he dodged quickly, and Feng Xueping was a fierce general who could take on two.
But because of this, besides Gong Ze, Feng Xueping took the most punches and kicks.
Feng Yuan and Sang You—one could not get out of Gong Ze’s arms, one was behind Gong Ze. Gong Ze firmly blocked the attacks from Jiang Lin’an and the others in front. Add Yan Liben and the others helping, and they actually did not get hurt.
You had to know that even Yan Zhenzhen, because she pulled out a tuft of Ji Huai’s hair, was lifted and thrown out by Gao Chun, falling flat on her face, and three of her nail extensions broke.
Feng Xueping, hissing and gasping while touching his stinging handsome face, checked whether his face was disfigured while teasing Gong Ze: “Nice going. Your brother got injured for you, but you only protected your wife.”
Gong Ze looked at him apologetically: “Sorry. I really couldn’t free my hands.”
Feng Xueping had not expected him to actually apologize. After a moment of surprise, he was delighted enough to forget the pain. He leaned close to Gong Ze and put his arm over him: “Between us, do we need to say this? I was joking with you.”
Gong Ze sighed: “I really do feel sorry toward you. You just got into the police academy. It’s very strict there. If you get expelled because of this, what then?”
Feng Xueping: “Tsk, you’re worried about me? When they questioned me just now, I said I was breaking up the fight. And when it started, I was shouting ‘stop fighting, stop fighting.’ The manager and the others can testify for me.”
One punch, one shout of “okay, stop fighting.”
It made Jiang Lin’an and the others, who were getting beaten, think Feng Xueping was crazy.
Plus at the time it was so chaotic. The manager could only hear sounds and absolutely could not distinguish individuals in the crowd. Feng Xueping said he was breaking up the fight, and when the manager heard his familiar voice, he testified for him too.
Hearing this, Gong Ze breathed a sigh of relief. He curved his lips and glanced sideways at him: “I forgot, you brat have been an old schemer since childhood.” In Lu Youling’s world, Feng Xueping, he, and Lu Youling had been a iron triangle.
Once Gong Ze was targeted by a business rival who hired someone to hit him with a car.
Gong Ze escaped by luck but had no solid evidence proving the other side had done it. But when Feng Xueping learned of this, Feng Xueping, already married and established, actually dragged him at midnight to wait outside a nightclub.
When the business rival said goodbye to his little lover and drunkenly went home, they put a sack over him and beat him up.
Feng Xueping reminded Gong Ze not to make a sound while hitting. After the business rival was groaning and had lost the ability to resist, Feng Xueping pulled Gong Ze farther away and began acting, shouting: “What are you doing!”
Then pretended to be a good Samaritan, rushed up, and helped the person up. In the end, the business rival thanked Feng Xueping profusely.
It amused Gong Ze endlessly.
This kid had always been quite wicked.
Feng Xueping only took it as praise, grinned, full of youthful spirit.
The others were also talking quietly. During the fight they had acted on impulse. For their brother, they felt like modern Xu Chu, dashing heroes.
Now a group of “heroes” had become “bears,” and facing passersby’s curious gazes and the disapproving looks of the police uncles and aunties, they only felt their faces burning.
Thinking that soon they would have to call their parents, Jiang Lin’an stood with both hands behind his back leaning against the wall, drooping his head and muttering.
“Fuck… so embarrassing…”
The others subtly felt embarrassed at the same time.
Then Qin Chuan, that bastard, secretly glanced at Gong Ze and stirred trouble, shifting blame: “It’s all because of a certain someone. If not for him, could a perfectly good gathering have fallen to this point?”
“Exactly, you made Brother Qin get hurt. How are you going to compensate!”
Yan Zhenzhen glared at Gong Ze, who was talking with Feng Xueping.
“What did you say?!”
“Say that again!”
Two voices sounded at the same time. One was Feng Xueping, and the other was actually Feng Yuan.
Gong Ze was stunned for a moment, then could not help curving his eyes. Feng Yuan speaking up now actually fit his persona very well. He protected his own, and strangely enough was very reasonable.
What was between him and Gong Ze was their business. Was it Yan Zhenzhen’s turn, this lovebrain, to jabber?
Besides, who forced them to come?
“Who forced you? Did anyone here force you to hit people?”
Feng Yuan, who had just been in grief and fury, had been lowering his head darkly and not wanting to deal with anyone. Hearing Qin Chuan, this old yin-yang person, and Yan Zhenzhen snapping at Gong Ze, he raised his head sinisterly and stared at Yan Zhenzhen, asking coldly.
Yan Zhenzhen was somewhat afraid of Feng Yuan. Feng Yuan’s family was no less than hers. She mumbled a hum and turned her head away.
Besides, Yan Zhenzhen had used her bag to hit Feng Yuan and Jiang Lin’an and the other two of the four, so she actually did not have much justification.
Qin Chuan sneered: “But isn’t the cause of this all three of you? Am I wrong?”
He suddenly asked Gong Ze with a half-smile: “Gong Ze, weren’t you acting all aloof in class? Didn’t expect this. In private you play so wild. You deceived Sang You, and you even dared to flirt with a violent temper like Feng Yuan. Two-timing, aren’t you afraid of drowning yourself!”
After he said this, Gong Ze held back the dark-faced Feng Xueping and said lightly: “If you’re jealous, just say you’re jealous. So many twists and turns. If you want to learn from me, I won’t laugh at you.”
Qin Chuan’s expression changed with a shua and he angrily said: “Gong Ze, you—who wants to learn from you!”
“Don’t want to learn?” Gong Ze snorted a laugh. “If you don’t want to learn, why so talkative.”
Qin Chuan: “…”
“Pfft.”
Feng Xueping and Yan Liben, who could not stand him, laughed out loud.
On the other side, Wang Shuisheng, next to Gong Ze, covered his mouth and shook his shoulders, secretly enjoying it.
Awesome. You said I was wicked, but you brat are no less. After giving Gong Ze a smiling look, Feng Xueping rolled his eyes at Qin Chuan and quietly said two words: “Poser.”
Qin Chuan—with his naturally sunny looks but a heart more sinister than a viper, full of jealousy, competitiveness, and evil, a smiling tiger—who in their class did not find him disgusting? At first Qin Chuan had treated them like naive children he could fool, which made everyone want to laugh.
What?
Other than Yan Zhenzhen (Yan Zhenzhen: ?), do you think any of us who could get into this class are fools? You think you’re the only clever person in the whole world?
Besides, in their circle of rich people and high-ranking cadres’ children, petty men of Qin Chuan’s variety were too many. They had long grown tired of it.
Showing off his cleverness and scheming. In reality, who with real scheming would be like him?
Originally Feng Yuan really wanted to beat Qin Chuan. Hearing Gong Ze’s words, he was both angry and satisfied that Qin Chuan got scolded, and scoffed disdainfully.
“But then again.” Jiang Lin’an suddenly spoke, looking at Gong Ze and saying slowly: “You first hooked up with my brother, then were unclear with Sang You. Do you admit this? Or is someone accusing you falsely?”
Jiang Lin’an said expressionlessly: “Feng Yuan is my iron brother. If he really got scummed by someone, then Ji Huai, Gao Chun, and I definitely won’t let that person off.”
Right.
This had to be clarified!
Feng Yuan’s tiger-like eyes seized Gong Ze.
Who exactly was Gong Ze’s boyfriend, him or Sang You? Who was the third party!
Sang You, somewhat wilted from poor health, raised his head at this time. His reddened eyes looked at Gong Ze. He also wanted to know whether he had been toyed with by Gong Ze, or whether there was a misunderstanding.
Gong Ze: “…”
This, this Gong Ze really could not explain.
Was he supposed to say that in the original world he did not know them at all, that they had only appeared after his conquered worlds merged together, and that they were all the same person, just mitosis’d once?!
The world fusion did not care whether he lived or died.
Now even if Gong Ze jumped into the Yellow River he could not clear himself.
Besides, no matter what he said, he would hurt one of them. Feng Yuan or Sang You—Gong Ze was unwilling to hurt either. They were his own wives!
And it could also be said that Feng Yuan was Sang You’s reincarnation.
Genuinely the same person.
But seeing even Feng Xueping secretly ask him: “Bro, who exactly do you like?”
The worried Gong Ze sought joy in bitterness: “If I say I love both.”
“!!”
Feng Xueping’s eyes went round.
Sigh… Gong Ze had no way. Between hurting his wives… he could only choose to hurt his own reputation.
Facing Feng Yuan and Sang You, who stared at him without blinking, Gong Ze said expressionlessly and slowly: “…Actually, I am a scumbag.”
Feng Yuan: “…”
Sang You: “…”
Jiang Lin’an, who had not expected Gong Ze to be so iron-headed, was dumbfounded: “Holy shit.”
“I’m fickle, I two-time…” Wait, Lu Youling had not also transmigrated over, right? Counting his teacher himself, wouldn’t that be four-timing?
“I’m not human, I’m a bastard.”
Gong Ze cursed himself with a dark face.
Inside, he pulled the Main God out and calmly blasted him to pieces, filling the grave with nuclear weapons.
Gong Ze recited numbly: “I toy with others’ feelings. May I die a horrible death. Feng Yuan and Sang You are both victims. So no matter how you see me, it doesn’t matter. I regret it. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry to those who like me, sorry to my friends, sorry to the education I received, I—”
Feng Yuan: “…”
Sang You: “…”
Everyone else: “…”
After reciting an eight-hundred-word painful self-reflection “edict of guilt,” Gong Ze’s expression was almost world-peace. Lying flat and letting people spit on him, he leaned against the wall: “I accept any condemnation.”
What was this called?
Sooner or later, one has to pay for going out to mix in the world.
Would all bad people in the world eventually face revenge? Gong Ze smiled.
“You think I’ll believe that!” The atmosphere was quiet for a moment. Feeling fooled, Feng Yuan rushed up, grabbed Gong Ze’s collar, and roared: “You chose this way to protect him. You think I can’t see it?!”
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