Chapter 19: Everyone’s Nervous (19) Click 1 to hear my revenge plan…

In the end, the clothes were not bought. Zhang Deng was worried that something might happen, so he quickly ran away with Wei Yuanye. Later, he bought a set of clothes for him online.

However, something happened that day because many people recorded the video of Wei Yuanye beating someone. Many people recognized the two of them and also recognized that the person who was beaten was his former colleague who had previously recorded a video scolding Zhang Deng.

The thread of this matter is very clear. Wei Yuanye beat up Zhang Deng's former colleague who bullied him in the workplace for love.

#WeiYuanYeRealMan and #WeiYuanYeSuperHero were both on the hot list.

Wei Yuanye didn't have the patience to explain whether his behavior was reasonable or not. He continued to do what he had to do. He had been going out less recently and seemed to be free again. He spent most of his time lying on the sofa in his pajamas playing games.

I don’t know if it’s because all the firepower was diverted to Wei Yuanye, but Zhang Deng received less criticism, and many of his black fans who had been editing his videos stopped updating.

Zhang Deng had never had a good life, so he was a little suspicious for a while.

However, because there was no external interference, his novel had been progressing smoothly recently. He briefly relaxed and treated himself as having a day off for the past two days.

And then as expected, an accident happened.

One afternoon, Zhang Deng received a call from He Xiaoqiu.

On the phone, He Xiaoqiu wanted to talk to Zhang Deng alone.

Zhang Deng agreed without much thought and asked, "Where are we going?"

He Xiaoqiu's voice was still as gentle as before, with no change in his voice. It seemed that this period of time had not had any impact on him.

He Xiaoqiu said, "The old place, the coffee shop we used to go to."

It was a very old coffee shop. When Zhang Deng and He Xiaoqiu were in high school, it was opened next to the school. Later, it moved several times, but many old customers still habitually went to the new store.

After graduating from university, Zhang Deng never went there again.

Zhang Deng told Wei Yuanye about this and said to him, "You don't need to send me there. I can take a taxi myself."

Wei Yuanye said, "How long will it take?"

Zhang Deng thought for a moment and said, "I think I'll be back in two hours."

His home is too far away from the coffee shop now. Zhang Deng plans to take the subway, and the round trip will take at least an hour and twenty minutes.

Wei Yuanye glanced at the time. It was half past twelve in the afternoon. Zhang Deng dressed neatly and played with Xiao Mi on the shoe-changing bench for a while. Then he looked up at Wei Yuanye and said, "Don't worry."

Wei Yuanye wanted to say that there was nothing to worry about, but he didn't say it to give him face.

There is nothing to worry about Zhang Deng. He is smarter and calmer than many people. He can solve 100% of the troubles in his life. Wei Yuanye feels that He Xiaoqiu is more worrying.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Deng went out.

Wei Yuanye sat on the sofa and glanced at the clock. When Xiao Mi saw Zhang Deng had left, she came close to him and acted coquettishly. Wei Yuanye casually stroked her chin.

Zhang Deng transferred from Line 1 to Line 2, and then exited from Exit D. He felt a little complicated along the way.

He had chosen his previous job in order to be away from this area, so after starting work, he never went to that cafe again.

In the past, the two of them often did their homework in a coffee shop, and He Xiaoqiu always paid the bill because he wanted to copy Zhang Deng's homework.

He Xiaoqiu always said that his handwriting was very sloppy and difficult to read. He frowned as he complained, then put the notebook in front of him and said, "Look for yourself. Do you recognize it?"

Zhang Deng came over and pointed at his own words and read them to him.

He Xiaoqiu asked: "Can't you just write properly?"

Zhang Deng actually thought his handwriting was fine. The class always asked him to fill out important forms, but sometimes he wrote hastily or in a hurry, so his handwriting would be a little runny. Zhang Deng had no choice but to say, "Because the teacher spoke too fast today."

"Forget it," He Xiaoqiu said, feeling annoyed and a little irritable, "I won't write anymore."

Zhang Deng: "I'll check it tomorrow morning."

He Xiaoqiu: "Let him tell his parents. I won't write it anymore."

He didn't know who he was angry with.

Zhang Deng looked at him for a while, then said, "Then I'll help you write it."

He Xiaoqiu's expression softened again: "Not good, there are still five pages."

Zhang Deng: "It's okay, I've done it once before, it's quick to write."

He Xiaoqiu was completely delighted. He hugged his neck, kissed his cheek, and said, "Do you want some ice cream? I'll treat you."

While thinking about these things, Zhang Deng walked to the door of the cafe.

If you look closely, you will find that this cafe is actually out of date. Compared with the currently popular exquisite wooden style cafes, this cafe looks a bit old-fashioned. Even the glass door decoration from last year's Halloween has not been taken down yet.

Halloween is coming this year.

As Zhang Deng pushed open the door, the wind chimes on the door rang and He Xiaoqiu raised his eyes from his seat.

The boss didn't recognize Zhang Deng anymore and nodded at him. Zhang Deng walked silently to He Xiaoqiu, pulled out a chair and sat down.

He Xiaoqiu started the conversation poetically: "His family got new tables and chairs."

Zhang Deng thought, "He Xiaoqiu really likes the literary style."

It is obvious that his life path is so smooth, and he will have good development no matter what career he chooses, but he insists on being a writer, which he is not good at. It seems that he really likes it.

The boss came over with the menu. Zhang Deng looked around and chose a decaffeinated juice. Ordering juice in a place like this, Zhang Deng had no expectations for the taste.

He Xiaoqiu ordered a latte.

Zhang Deng asked him, "I heard you were very ill?"

He Xiaoqiu put his hand on the table. He was wearing a watch on his wrist. The white tablecloth under the table mat reflected the light, making his wrist look slender and his skin look extremely white.

He nodded.

Zhang Deng is a sensitive writer who can understand the metaphor behind every pause of He Xiaoqiu.

He thought that although He Xiaoqiu's writing was poor, his characterization was superb. Perhaps his poor writing was also because he put all his thoughts on himself.

He Xiaoqiu's pause represented that he wanted to say something but was hesitant. It meant that although he was in pain, he did not want to disturb others and did not want to use his pain as a tool of blackmail.

Zhang Deng understood everything.

Zhang Deng sincerely advised him: "Then you should drink less coffee."

"It's not good for your condition," Zhang Deng said. "Latte and matcha will stimulate you."

He Xiaoqiu thought he was hinting at him pretending to be sick, but Zhang Deng saw through it and said on He Xiaoqiu's behalf, "Maybe you don't have a sleep disorder."

Zhang Deng nodded to himself. He Xiaoqiu asked, "What about you?"

"What about your illness?"

Zhang Deng didn't like him asking about his illness like this.

In this topic, mentioning his illness in this tone is like Zhang Deng is a smart imitator, because He Xiaoqiu has a mental illness, he also wants to learn to get it.

Zhang Deng said, "I'm fine."

Zhang Deng said, "I don't know what you want to talk to me about."

"Is that guy your boyfriend?"

He Xiaoqiu and Zhang Deng spoke at the same time.

Zhang Deng said, "No."

He Xiaoqiu laughed, not understanding why.

Zhang Deng: "Believe it or not."

"Because you're always like this," He Xiaoqiu said, "You say you don't care, but in your heart you're watching it closely."

Zhang Deng: “?”

He Xiaoqiu: "Didn't you treat Liu Yan the same way back then?"

Zhang Deng didn't think that between the two of them, He Xiaoqiu should be dissatisfied with the relationship between him and Liu Yan.

Zhang Deng said, "I don't understand."

"I've asked you many times," He Xiaoqiu said, "Didn't you say we were just friends? Why do you act so heartbroken whenever he and I are together?"

Zhang Deng said, "Because we are indeed just friends."

"A friend in an ambiguous relationship," Zhang Deng said, "isn't that just a friend? I can't say he's my partner."

He Xiaoqiu: "Are you and Wei Yuanye also friends?"

Zhang Deng: “Yes.”

He Xiaoqiu's eyes were filled with disgust for a moment. He looked at Zhang Deng and asked, "Do they know that they are your friends?"

Zhang Deng said calmly, "You know."

He Xiaoqiu said: "You have changed now."

Zhang Deng said, "Many people have said this."

"Later I realized they just said I'd changed because they couldn't get the same sense of superiority from me as before," Zhang Deng said calmly.

He Xiaoqiu found it funny and repeated it: "Superiority complex."

"You feel like you've got someone you love," He Xiaoqiu concluded, "so all those people from before aren't important anymore, don't matter anymore, right?"

Zhang Deng didn't know who he was talking about who loved him, but he still took up the question and asked, "What do you want from me?"

He Xiaoqiu asked, "Do we really have to go this far?"

In fact, this is what Zhang Deng wanted to ask.

When did it become like this?

Zhang Deng said: "But this is not caused by me."

"We clearly agreed on this before," He Xiaoqiu said, "You promised to lend me the manuscript."

He Xiaoqiu said, "I thought you understood me."

At that time, He Xiaoqiu was with Liu Yan, but his family did not support him. He Xiaoqiu went through the most difficult period of his life. Liu Yan was willing to give him money, but He Xiaoqiu did not want to use it. He took Zhang Deng's manuscript to the competition without permission. When Zhang Deng found out, the incident had already happened.

At that time, Zhang Deng could still understand him. He knew that he was very proud and would not do such a thing unless it was absolutely necessary. That's why he agreed to let him use his manuscripts in the future and put forward a very naive condition of three years.

Zhang Deng: "Then if you don't need money anymore, don't use my things anymore."

"I don't know how to use it anymore." He Xiaoqiu said stubbornly, "I just want an explanation."

Zhang Deng: “?”

He Xiaoqiu said, "If you hadn't agreed at the beginning, I would have only used two of your manuscripts to solve the urgent problem. But it was you who later persuaded me to use your manuscripts. Didn't you also want to see if your level could win an award? Why did you put all the pressure on me in the end?"

Even though Zhang Deng was eloquent, he was still a little at a loss as to where to begin.

This familiar scene happened again. He Xiaoqiu always made things like this, and in the end it was all someone else's fault.

Zhang Deng asked, "Do you still think so now?"

"Then why did you call me out?" Zhang Deng felt a little tired. "We have nothing to talk about."

"I can apologize to you privately," He Xiaoqiu said with red eyes, "regardless of the facts at the time, I am willing to apologize as long as we can go back to the way we were at the beginning. I will also give you all the money, if that's what you want."

Zhang Deng: "I don't accept private apologies."

He said politely, "After all, your fans won't let me off easily."

He Xiaoqiu wiped away her tears and pushed the cell phone that she had been holding in her hand towards him.

Zhang Deng: “?”

He Xiaoqiu said, "Do you really think anyone would like you like this?"

What's the connection all of a sudden? Zhang Deng felt confused.

Following He Xiaoqiu's lead, he picked up his phone and saw a photo of Wei Yuanye. This candid photo was even better than Zhang Deng's. He first thought he looked handsome, then noticed what Wei Yuanye was doing—he was playing with a gun and walking into an unfamiliar building.

Zhang Deng slid back and saw many more photos. Wei Yuanye was going in and out of various places in the city. He was in a hurry and often had a blank expression on his face. Sometimes when he walked out of the door, there would be some blood on his body, which he would wipe off and throw into the trash can.

Zhang Deng searched for a long time but found no concrete evidence. He glanced at He Xiaoqiu and asked, "So what?"

He Xiaoqiu: “?”

Zhang Deng didn't understand, "What's going on?"

He Xiaoqiu said, "Zhang Deng, is there something wrong with your brain?"

"Everyone, everyone who cursed you online," He Xiaoqiu said, "They all disappeared at once. Don't you understand what's going on? You don't think everyone really fell in love with you overnight, do you?"

Zhang Deng said, "It's hard for you to accept that someone else loves me."

He Xiaoqiu: "What?"

Zhang Deng said, "Every time I mention someone loving me, you seem to go crazy."

He Xiaoqiu: "Stop joking, it's none of my business."

"Yeah," Zhang Deng said, "None of your business."

He Xiaoqiu looked at him in disbelief, as if he didn't know him at all.

Zhang Deng said, "But what else do you want to say?"

"Did Wei Yuanye come to threaten them?" Zhang Deng asked. "How could that be? After all, you have fans in many other cities, so he can't reach them."

He Xiaoqiu sneered and said, "Even people from other places have been threatened. He has his own network of connections."

Zhang Deng asked, "Is there any evidence?"

He Xiaoqiu frowned and asked, "Do you even know what you're talking about?"

"Many people were beaten to a bloody pulp by him," He Xiaoqiu said. "They said Wei Yuanye carried a gun, and when someone was home, he would pry open the door, shoot inside, and then force them to kneel down and apologize."

Zhang Deng listened, not knowing what was going on in his mind.

He Xiaoqiu asked, "Who are you interacting with? Aren't you afraid?"

Zhang Deng's juice came up. He thanked the boss and took a sip. The taste was indeed very ordinary, as if it was essence mixed with water, and the water was still lukewarm.

He Xiaoqiu said, "Do you know why no one called the police?"

"He didn't even wear a hood. He would threaten those people, telling them to shut up and stay put if they didn't want their whole family to die."

For some reason, Zhang Deng was not surprised at all.

In his mind, this is what Wei Yuanye would do.

Zhang Deng said, "How did you know it was so obvious?"

He was indeed quick to react, and the question he asked caught He Xiaoqiu off guard. He asked, "Are they the trolls you hired?"

"Did Wei Yuanye have those people pass on a message to you?" Zhang Deng asked again, "What did he say?"

He Xiaoqiu subconsciously avoided his gaze.

Zhang Deng knew that he guessed right.

Zhang Deng said, "So, you guys didn't dare to mess with him, so you came to me, right?"

"He wants to kill you?" Zhang Deng guessed.

He Xiaoqiu was startled, and Zhang Deng immediately realized that he had guessed wrong. He asked, "Does that mean they want to kill Liu Yan?"

He Xiaoqiu: "You don't seem surprised at all."

"You knew it a long time ago, right?" He Xiaoqiu asked.

Zhang Deng discovered that He Xiaoqiu was actually a bit stupid, and he asked many foolish questions.

"Now I know." Zhang Deng looked at the time. It was already 2:10. He had promised Wei Yuanye that he would be home before 3 o'clock.

Zhang Deng cut to the chase: "I can't control him. You two shouldn't expect me to speak well of you. Wei Yuanye is a mad dog. He won't listen to anyone."

He Xiaoqiu suddenly asked, "He's not from this world at all."

Zhang Deng's mind suddenly became confused, and he was so confused by his question that he didn't have time to hide his expression.

He Xiaoqiu saw his reaction but still didn't believe it. He said, "Wei Yuanye doesn't have any household registration information or identity information. He's basically an illegal resident. How do you know him?"

"In a city thousands of miles away," He Xiaoqiu said, feeling completely devastated, "some people also said they saw him, that he came to the door in person. How could he possibly do that?"

Zhang Deng: "What on earth are you talking about?"

He heard some confusing voices in his head, but he ignored them and continued, "Are you crazy?"

He Xiaoqiu said: "Even if we call the police now, there is no way to catch him because this person does not exist in the world."

"I don't understand what you're saying." Zhang Deng said, "You might as well think about what you'll do if you provoke him."

He Xiaoqiu looked at him and saw that he really didn't care. He found it hard to understand. He said, "You really don't care?"

Zhang Deng was also thinking: "How can I not care at all?"

In fact, there is no feeling at all.

Zhang Deng said: "He is very good to me."

He Xiaoqiu looked at him and heard Zhang Deng say, "It's not good for you. It must be your own fault."

Zhang Deng is so sharp now that it's annoying.

But Zhang Deng's own world was indeed in chaos. Until he got on the subway, his mind was in a state of alarm. He seemed to hear countless people saying countless words.

"Xc12, Ye11, Za13, what's going on in this world? It's on the brink of collapse. Who's traveling in that world?"

"Wait a minute!" a voice yelled, "It's number 679. That shouldn't be the case. His daily workday uploads are all normal!"

"Send another person in?"

"Observe first."

"Cut the view! He's getting off the subway," a voice said. "Who's keeping track? What the hell just happened? This world is too close to the tree's roots. If it collapses, everything will be over!"

A female voice said, "I'm following up. I don't hear anything wrong. The one who just said 679 isn't from this world."

The world was silent for a few seconds.

"Holy crap," a man said frantically, "Is he in love?!"

"No, 679 would never make such a low-level mistake," the female voice said. "He has never fallen in love with any of his mission subjects. All his actions are in compliance with the law."

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