Chapter 430: Impersonating Yan Lai's Fans to Bully Others
He Qi'an was bored and felt a little uncomfortable listening to the hustle and bustle in the distance, so he decided to get up and go somewhere else to relax.
He took out his cell phone to take pictures and showed them to his family.
This is actually not the first or second time that he has been isolated on the set.
At school, he also sat alone at a table. No one talked to him and no one wanted to be in the same group with him.
Work too.
No one invites him to dinner.
He is always the one who gets the cold lunch box.
He never told He Qingqing that he would pretend to take some photos to show them whenever he had nothing to do to tell them that he was living well.
He Qian'an looked at the photo, a little distracted.
Suddenly, he felt a heavy sensation on the back of his head!
He turned around in pain and saw a greasy old man with a Mediterranean hairline, wearing stained clothes and a pair of sandals, grinning at him: "Are you He Qi'an?"
He Qi'an put down his phone and asked cautiously, "Who are you?"
The man grinned: "I'm a die-hard fan of Yan Laiyi, and I came to ask you a few questions."
He Qianan was stunned and froze: "What's the problem?"
The greasy man smiled with his teeth showing.
Sure enough, this guy was guilty of Yan Laiyi and didn't know how to respond when Yan Laiyi was brought up.
He said confidently, "Do you know how much we Yan Laiyi have suffered because of you? You little bastard, how dare you show up in front of me? Now slap yourself ten times and I'll let you go."
He Qian'an was baffled and thought he was being unreasonable, so he just walked away from him.
The greasy man pushed him down with his backhand!
"I told you to slap yourself ten times! Didn't you hear what I said?!!"
He was shouting at the top of his lungs and looked like a madman.
He Qian'an was caught off guard and fell to the ground, with a burning pain instantly spreading across his palms.
He lifted his palm to see that it was bleeding from the friction. The sand had seeped into his flesh. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain. He raised his head in anger and said, "What are you doing? If you hit me again, I will call for help!!"
The man was fearless: "Go ahead and shout! Do you know how much you've done to Yan Laiyi? I saw your sister, your younger sister, and your brother bullying Yan Laiyi one after another. Now that you're down and out, do you think anyone will help you?"
He Qian'an's pupils suddenly shrank, his soft spot was touched, and he stopped talking.
The man sneered, "You bastards, born of a mother but not raised by one, can't even match Yan Laiyi with a finger! You must die now, and then I will forgive your sins. Otherwise, no one will forgive you!"
He Qian looked at him in shock.
It's over, this guy must be a brainless fan.
After all, their strength was too different and they had no way to compete with him.
He Qian'an remained calm and looked around, trying to seek help from others.
If he yelled, it would probably anger this crazy fan.
Finally, a few staff members came over after hearing the noise: "Is there a quarrel over there?"
He Qian'an looked surprised and wanted to greet the other party.
Suddenly someone looked closely, noticed it was him, and frowned: "He Qi'an?"
He Qian'an raised his hand and waved at them fiercely.
Come and save him.
But these adults looked at each other and then at the strong man: "What are you doing?"
The greasy man's face changed slightly, and a guilty look flashed in his eyes, but he turned around calmly: "I'm going to teach He Qi'an a lesson. He just rolled his eyes at Yan Laiyi!"
He Qi'an was stunned: "I didn't!"
The man looked down at him and said, "You said no one would believe it?"
He Qi'an: "?"
He looked at the staff expectantly: "Please help me, he's a liar, he's a die-hard fan of Yan Laiyi!"
Several adults looked at him mockingly, snorted and laughed, and said to the greasy man, "After all, he is the leading actor, don't hit him in the face, just do it."
He Qi'an: "Huh?"
A subtle sigh of doubt escaped from his lips, but was drowned out by the laughter of the staff.
They showed no mercy and frequently turned back to laugh at him.
He suddenly jumped out of his shell and rushed towards them: "Wait! Don't go! I didn't! Believe me!"
The man pushed him back to the corner, grabbed his neck tightly, and slammed him against the wall!
He Qian'an opened his eyes wide and felt a sense of suffocation. He opened his mouth wide but couldn't breathe, and the back of his head rested against the cold wall.
He had nowhere to hide.
The only visible way forward was blocked by the man's almost insane eyes.
The greasy man tightened his grip and laughed heartily.
I didn't expect that the process of bullying people would be so easy and enjoyable.
He didn't even look at Yan Laiyi.
He even hates Yan Laiyi and is a black fan of Yan Laiyi.
But I didn't expect that pretending to be a fan of Yan Laiyi would have such an effect.
He laughed so hard that his gums showed, and he spat at He Qian'an with huge mouthfuls of saliva: "No one will help you, He Qian'an. You have done so many evil things and hurt our most beloved Yan Laiyi. I am helping God to deal with you!"
He laughed as he spoke, almost out of breath, and found it more and more amusing.
Because as he spoke, the light in He Qian'an's eyes dimmed a little.
He was being pinched by him, his face flushed red, his survival instinct was struggling, but there was no desire to live in his eyes.
It turns out that despair can really be reflected in the eyes.
The greasy man smiled even more happily, slowly loosened his hand to give him time to breathe, and said in a low voice: "No one will help you."
"Because you deserve to die."
"Yan Laiyi is so cute, yet you still dared to lay hands on her. You deserve it."
He Qian'an looked at him in despair, his vision gradually becoming blurred.
He had a feeling of impending death running through his limbs, but his senses were very sharp and he could hear the footsteps of many people pausing and then passing by, without stopping for him.
He muttered aimlessly, "No...no one passed by."
"It's just... no one helps me."
He Qian'an gradually put down his hands and let the greasy man grab his neck and beat him.
So no one will come to help him.
Never.
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Yan Laiyi looked around but couldn't find any trace of He Qian'an.
She bought two ice cream sundaes and wanted to give them to He Qian'an.
Of course, it’s not a special purchase, it’s just a buy one get one free deal.
But he wasn't there.
She was searching privately when she heard someone whispering behind the tent, "You said everyone usually bullies He Qi'an, but that's just a backstabbing. But today, a brave man actually took the initiative to attack him! It turns out that evildoers need to be dealt with by evildoers."
She pricked up her ears and walked up to the staff members: "Who do you think bullied He Qi'an?"
Several people were shocked!
One of them almost threw his water cup: "We didn't bully him. We just saw someone bullying He Qi'an, but we helped to stop him."
The other person nodded hurriedly: "Ah, right, right! We helped to stop the export. We didn't just stand by and watch them die. We did help!"
The female staff member rubbed her hands in embarrassment. "The main thing is... that burly guy seems to be your fan, and he's trying to stand up for you. We're embarrassed to meddle in his business."
Yan Laiyi's heart tightened.
Her fans bullied He Qi'an.
Then isn't this equivalent to her bullying He Qi'an? !
Yan Laiyi looked at the spider and said, "Go find it!"
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