Chapter 9

Fang Chen swallowed his saliva, quickly glanced away, hugged the soda bottle and drank most of it in one breath.

Seeing that the man seemed to be about to say something, Fang Chen quickly spoke first, fearing that Xisi would say something that he couldn't respond to.

"The people arrested today are the ones selling fake tickets, right? Are they a gang?"

Sith nodded.

In fact, these people should just be the subordinates of the "oil rat", but by following this line, we can probably really dig out that damn rat.

"You've helped me a lot." The man looked at him seriously. "How can I thank you?"

Fang Chen quickly shook his head, "No need, you already transferred a lot of money to me last time."

"But... I have a friend who was tricked into buying a lot of fake tickets..."

Jieming was deceived, and Fang Chen felt a little guilty. He wished he could have discovered it earlier.

Sith nodded, "The club will handle it and won't let your friend suffer any loss."

Fang Chen breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "Thank you, Sis."

Sis stared at his smiling face for a few seconds before slowly looking away. "Don't come back to the dormitory too late recently. There have been several fights near the school in the past few days. I'm worried that you're not safe."

Fang Mochen silently compared the size difference between himself and Sith.

All right.

It's really unsafe.

He nodded obediently, "Okay."

"But it's late now."

Sith said nonchalantly, "It's okay to be with me."

Um?

Fang Chen blinked and nodded, "Indeed, you are good at fighting and have great strength."

One kick can send someone flying.

"Does it frighten you?"

Fang Chen quickly shook his head, "Of course not, I'm timid... well, I'm quite timid, but your fist wasn't aimed at me, right?"

Sith curled the corners of his lips and said, "Never."

The boy raised his soda happily, "Cheers!"

*

It was a rare day that Fang Chen and Jieming had the same class schedule, so after class they went to the cafeteria to eat together.

Fang Chen ordered a fried pork chop, which he chewed with great crunch. However, Benjamin sitting opposite him was stirring the salad in his bowl with a bitter face.

“Are you losing weight?”

Benjamin sighed, "I have no appetite."

Fang Chen took a sip of Coke, bit the straw, and said in a vague voice, "Didn't the club transfer the money to you?"

"It's been transferred." Benjamin said with a sad tone, "It's rare to find someone so compatible in bed, but it turns out to be a liar."

“…”So that’s what it was.

Fang Chen could only comfort him dryly, "Don't think about it, you will meet someone more compatible with you."

Benjamin sighed deeply again.

But within two minutes he perked up again, "Did you see that video of the Sith fighting?"

Please, don't tell him such explosive news while he's drinking.

Fang Chen almost choked and coughed violently twice, choking to tears. "What?"

"Don't you know? Everyone is talking about it, and there are even posts online saying that Sith have violent tendencies."

The boy's face darkened. "Isn't that nonsense? Sith beat up a liar, and he's going to be scolded for that?"

Jieming shrugged. "Everyone on the Internet is like this."

"But—you're quite protective of him."

Fang Chen looked away guiltily, "No, I'm just being righteous."

"Okay, little angel of justice." Benjamin clasped his hands together, "Can you take care of me after my heartbreak? Can you go to the club activity tomorrow night in my place? I can change my name to yours in the system and give you extra credits."

It is called a club activity, but in fact it is voluntary labor for the purpose of gaining academic credits.

Fang Chen's face was expressionless. "What did you draw?"

"Cleaning up the beach. Oh! What a rewarding activity."

"It's just picking up trash!" Fang Chen said viciously, "Bad luck!"

That being said, Fang Chen couldn't bear Benjamin's pleading, so he went to the beach for him in the evening.

It was sunset time, the whole beach was golden, the sea surface was a little reddish, and with the coconut trees on the shore, it looked like a high-definition wallpaper painting.

“So beautiful.”

Fang Chen was a little surprised when he suddenly heard a Chinese sentence. He turned around and saw a boy wearing glasses. He smiled at Fang Chen and said, "My name is Chen Fang. I've seen you in class before, Fang Chen."

Fang Chen had no impression of him and nodded awkwardly.

"But you never seem to participate in group activities for international students. I haven't seen you at any of the dinners before."

Fang Chen said vaguely, "I'm busy working and don't have time."

Chen Fang was silent for a moment. Most of the students who came to study abroad came from well-off families, but accidents did happen occasionally, and it was not uncommon for some students to default on their mortgage.

"Are you from City S? Or City B?"

Fang Chen didn't want to talk to him about domestic affairs. After all, he wasn't a native of China. He simply raised the bag in his hand and said, "I have to go pick up trash. It's a bit much work."

But Chen Fang seemed to have not noticed Fang Chen's refusal at all, and followed him over. "Let's join together. I was assigned to this activity today as well."

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"Another one!"

"Why doesn't Sith come over for a drink?"

Joey turned his head to look at the man sitting outside the tent and spread his hands. "Why don't you go and persuade him?"

The person who had just made the suggestion immediately shut up.

But the next second, the man who was lazily sitting on the chair suddenly stood up and walked out.

"Hey! Sis! Where are you going?"

The man ignored him and strode towards the figure in front.

Fang Chen was almost annoyed to death.

It seemed like Chen Fang couldn't understand his facial expressions. Even though he tried his best to keep a straight face and not say anything, Chen Fang still followed him.

Damn it!

I shouldn't have helped Benjamin earlier.

Fang Chen felt extremely regretful and just wanted to pick up the trash and go back quickly.

"Fang Chen."

The boy was stunned when the man called his name suddenly. He raised his head and saw Xisi standing in front of him, looking down at him, "What are you doing here?"

Fang Chen was stunned and subconsciously raised the bag in his hand. "Voluntary labor."

Xisi ignored the people around Fang Chen without even glancing at them. He stretched out his hand and took the bag from Fang Chen, "I'll do it."

"No, no, no need!" Fang Chen hurriedly tried to grab the bag, but Xisi held the bag in one hand and pressed the other hand on Fang Chen's head to prevent him from grabbing it.

Under the man's hands, Fang Chen was like a fluttering bird, his two arms tossing around, but he couldn't touch Sis at all.

Height crushes!

"I'll do it." Sis repeated, perhaps feeling it was too stiff, and softened his tone, "You go and rest."

Seeing the man actually picking up the trash with a bag, Fang Chen was stunned. But at this moment, Chen Fang pulled him, "Oh my God, am I seeing right? This is Xisi? What's going on between you two?"

Fang Chen's tone turned completely cold, "It has nothing to do with you."

He had only known this person for a few hours, and he had no sense of boundaries.

Not wanting to say another word to this inexplicable person, Fang Chen ran towards Sith.

"Give me the bag."

He followed Cece and watched as Cece poked the can with a fork and threw it into the bag.

Sith's tone was calm, "I'll help you with it, you can go chat with your friends."

Fang Chen was baffled by these words, "He is not my friend."

Sith paused, his tone still cold, "Isn't it? You are from the same country, and I saw that you had a pleasant conversation just now."

Fang Chen's eyes widened.

Please!

He was having a great time watching from where.

"No!" Fang Chen's voice was a little stiff. "I don't even know him."

He was slightly annoyed.

What happened today.

First, I met a strange person, and then Sith said such weird things.

He stood in front of Sith with his hands on his hips, looking up at the man with a stern tone, "Bag! Give it to me!"

Sis pursed his lips, hesitated for two seconds, and then put the bag down.

Fang Chen left angrily with the bag.

The environmentally friendly garbage bag was not small and could be easily lifted in a man's hand, but when placed on Fang Chen, he could only drag it, like a big tail on the beach.

Sis followed in a few steps, "Are you angry?"

Fang Chen pursed his lips and said nothing.

"I didn't mean anything else." The man whispered, "I'm sorry, I made you unhappy."

After hearing what Xisi said, Fang Chen felt a little embarrassed. He felt that he was in a bad mood and took his anger out on Xisi.

He whispered, "It's okay."

"Let me help you. It will be faster if we are both together."

"……good."

"God! Am I blind?"

"Sith picking up trash?"

"Who's that little cutie following him?"

"Damn it, you stepped on my foot! Get out of the way! I can't see clearly."

Another water bottle. Fang Chen ran over and crushed it with his foot. Sith next to him picked it up and threw it into the bag.

"Are you coming to the beach?"

"The game is coming up soon, and the club came over for dinner. They said they wanted to relax."

Fang Chen raised his head and asked him, "Are you nervous?"

Actually, no.

Sis has experienced so many competitions that even for him, boxing is a relaxing activity, whether he is throwing a punch or someone else's fist hits him.

But facing Fang Chen, he changed his answer, "Some."

Fang Chen immediately said, "Relax, I heard you are very good at boxing, you will definitely win."

After saying that, she felt something was wrong, as if she was putting some pressure on the man. "It doesn't matter if you lose, uh... Of course, I'm not saying you will lose, I mean..."

He stuttered, his mind becoming more confused the more he spoke, and his poor language system completely broke down.

Xisi raised his eyes, his gaze deep and calm, all falling on Fang Chen, "I know, don't worry, of course I will win."

"Fang Chen."

"You'll come to my game."

"certainly."

Fang Chen smiled with his eyes curved, clenched his fists and stretched them towards Xisi.

The man paused and reached out his hand.

Two fists, one big and one small, bumped together.

"I'll be there to cheer you on! I wish you good luck in the competition in advance!"