Hello, who is this?
The call connected, and the other end responded with calm, polite words.
Fang Zong: "..."
What should I say?
Talking to my ex-girlfriend on the phone is so awkward!
Almost four years ago, Fang Zong went to study in the United States, while Kong Xue was admitted to Haijin University. Not long after, the two naturally separated. There were no tears or anything like that; it was just a natural breakup.
Both of them were calm.
Kong Xue's current phone number was forced upon him by Fatty Zheng.
[Fatty Zheng is such a busybody!]
Fang Zong cursed inwardly, but finally spoke up, saying dryly, "It's me, A-Zong."
"Oh." The other person was silent for a moment, then asked, "Back in China?"
"yes."
Want to revisit those old haunts?
The single character "日" (sun) emphasizes the accent.
Fang Zong: "..."
Damn it! Kong Xue, are you kidding me?
Fang Zong coughed, and Kong Xue laughed like a nightingale after the rain: "Just kidding! Come visit me in Haijin City sometime. Also, you've graduated, right? What kind of job are you doing?"
"Let's fight!" Fang Zong said irritably.
That's right, he's now a full-time fighter, a dedicated ghost hunter. Even the clinics in Shancheng only treat injuries that ordinary hospitals can't handle, and those kinds of people they can't treat.
Kong Xue remained silent for a moment, then spat out, "Fine, I know it's tough for international students these days, but don't get involved with the underworld!"
Fang Zong: "Fuck your sister!"
"Speak your mind, or shut up!" Kong Xue snapped.
Fang Zong was already used to this attitude. He and Kong Xue were always smiling, even when they argued, so his expression was natural, and he opened his mouth to ask for...
Wait, what was I going to say?
Fang Zong was completely dumbfounded. How could he possibly say that?
He finally spoke up and asked, "Were there any children that time?"
"..."
Kong Xue remained silent.
Silence continues.
Speechless with madness.
When your ex-boyfriend calls, what does he ask first? Does he ask if you had any children from that time?
Please be sure to specify: which time exactly are you referring to as "that time"?
Fang Zong could practically picture Kong Xue looking like this: her pretty little face contorted into a snarling, ravenous expression, as if she wanted to skin him alive and devour him.
As expected, Kong Xue's voice was extremely dangerous: "How many times in total?"
"I don't remember," Fang Zong said honestly.
"Let me tell you, that's 183 times in total. You've been a bastard ever since I was in my second year of high school!"
"So, does it exist or not?" Fang Zong completely lost his shamelessness.
No! I swear!
Kong Xue gritted her teeth and said, "I have to say, in terms of safety measures, you really are a shameless scoundrel!"
Click, the phone hung up.
Fang Zong was covered in cold sweat, still staring at his phone, when the ghost infant spoke up: "Was she lying?"
“I know Kong Xue, she is telling the truth.”
"Then Dad, why don't you call someone else and ask?"
The ghost baby spoke with an adorable expression, its little hand still tightly gripping Fang Zong's right chest.
It was aimed precisely at Fang Zong's lungs.
Keep making calls, keep making calls!
The ghost baby understands men very well, especially successful men.
Who among Fang Zong's generation doesn't have three, five, or eight ex-girlfriends?
Even if there really wasn't any, there must have been at least a dozen or so women he slept with.
Just like the Dragon Fist Chen Wudi a few days ago, he was on the phone until he was covered in cold sweat and was cursed like a dog. Although he protected his heart, he still had half of his lung ripped out.
Dark inside, pure on the outside.
The ghost baby stared at Fang Zong, eagerly anticipating his awkward expression when he made the phone call.
Fang Zong stared at the ghost baby, gradually revealing a kind smile.
"Make a phone call, Daddy," the ghost baby continued, still adorably cute.
Who should I call?
The ghost baby looked at Fang Zong with surprise and laughed, "Daddy, don't you know what you've done?"
"Heh~" Fang Zong laughed.
"Hehe~~" Fang Zong's smile was unusually kind.
"Actually, I'm really a very innocent little boy. And yes, I'm really eighteen years old this year."
Fang Zong chuckled, then suddenly hugged the ghost infant tightly, gritting his teeth, his smile turning utterly sinister and terrifying as he said:
"You bastard, if I let you die a quick death, I'll give you my head to kick around like a football!"
You tricked me? You fucking tricked me?
"If I don't beat you to a pulp, I'll call you daddy!"
With a loud "bang," Fang Zong felt a heavy blow to his right chest.
This was no ordinary pain. Fang Zong felt as if an electric drill, or an electric hammer, or even a chainsaw, was frantically pounding into his chest, piercing his lungs and vibrating all the bone marrow of his sternum.
"Ding Dang! Congratulations to the Summoner for being attacked by the Pseudo-Land Ghost Baby of Chenjia Village Underworld, gaining +1 to Earthquake Resistance!"
When Ninth Sister's voice came, Fang Zong lowered his head and sneered.
He looked at the ghost baby, admiring the expression on its little face.
Then the ghost baby's appearance changed; its eyes, ears, nose, and mouth truly bore no resemblance to him. The baby's entire face was blank with confusion. It raised its head, tried to force a smile, and uttered a trembling cry:
"Papa".
"Why are you calling me Daddy?" Fang Zong slapped the ghost baby on the head.
"Double kill! Congratulations, Summoner! Your luck was just average! You got +1 Shock Resistance!"
"Daddy," the ghost baby continued to call out in a soft, cute voice, its little face trying its best to look adorable.
God, this is impossible!
The ghost baby's mind was in complete turmoil as it stared in disbelief at Fang Zong's right chest.
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