Chapter 8
I finally managed to pull my eyes away from the screen, but when I looked up, I saw Benjamin staring at me with narrowed eyes.
Fang Chen felt inexplicably guilty. He coughed and acted as if nothing had happened. "What's wrong?"
"You should look in the mirror. You're as red as an apple."
Benjamin pointed out bluntly.
“…” Foreigners are just straightforward.
Fang Chen subconsciously raised his hand to touch his face, and said vaguely, "No... I was thinking about something else."
Jie Ming snorted softly, "Did I say what it was?"
Seeing Fang Chen looking nervous, he patted his shoulder and said, "Relax, Xisi has a great figure, and it's normal to like her."
"No." Fang Chen retorted subconsciously. He gritted his teeth and said deliberately, "I like thin dogs."
Jie Ming's eyes widened. "Really?"
"Then you have really bad taste."
It's just bad.
Fang Chen pretended not to hear, turned around and quickly picked up the mop to go back to work, in order to avoid Jieming's questioning.
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the next day.
Fang Chen and Jie Ming waited in the cafe for a while before Chuck pushed the door open.
The two hugged and kissed in front of Fang Chen.
Even though it had been a while since he came into the book, Fang Chen still glanced around awkwardly.
After waiting for a long time for the two people to sit down, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Benjamin introduced the two people to each other enthusiastically. Chuck didn't waste any time and took out a stack of tickets from his bag and put them on the table.
"Since you are Benjamin's friend, I will sell it to you for one thousand yuan each."
Chuck said it generously.
Fang Chen smiled and did not answer immediately. Instead, he picked up a ticket and played with it in his hand with great interest, then raised the ticket a little higher as if inadvertently.
Sure enough, there was something wrong with the corner of this ticket.
A few seconds later, Fang Chen put down the ticket and spoke in a very surprised tone, "That's great, Chuck, thank you so much."
"However, how did you get so many tickets? That's amazing."
Chuck shrugged. "That's easy. You know, as a member of the club, you always have some insider channels."
Fang Chen smiled, "Wow! That's so cool."
He didn't ask any other questions and paid the bill readily.
After collecting the tickets, Fang Chen didn't stay any longer. He stood up with his bag on his back and said goodbye, "I won't disturb your date, Jieming. You can come back to the store later. I happen to be free today, and I can help you with your work."
"Oh, baby! You're so good!"
Benjamin blew him several kisses.
Fang Chen smiled and waved his hand, but after walking out of the coffee shop, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.
He won't sell these tickets for the time being.
If possible, Fang Chen wanted to show it to Sis, after all, he didn't know the other people in the club at all.
The problem is——
Wouldn't that be a bit too nosy?
He and Sith didn't seem to be that close yet, but Sith had transferred $100,000 to him. For the sake of the money, it wasn't impossible for him to take care of it...
Fang Chen had a quarrel with himself in his mind, and finally, hesitantly, he went back to the store with his bag, and ultimately did not call Sis.
Having grown up in an orphanage, Fang Chen has his own set of survival rules, which is to never cross the line.
Especially those who are not in the same world as you.
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Fang Chen worked his own shift and then took over Jie Ming's shift. He was so busy that he was dizzy. When it was finally time to get off work, he was about to change his clothes when his boss called him back.
"Chen, a last-minute order to deliver a takeaway."
Fang Chen said with a bitter face, "I'm going to get off work..."
“There’s overtime pay.”
"I'll go! Boss, I'll go now!"
Carrying the pizza, Fang Chen got on his scooter, looked at the address on his phone, and frowned.
Normally, I deliver food mostly on campus, and occasionally off campus, to a few nearby apartments. But this order is in the city center.
Fang Chen followed the navigation, stopping and starting frequently. The road was so winding that he was confused in the end.
After parking the car to the side, Fang Chen scratched his head and looked up at the row of shops in front of him.
Which one is A09?
After searching for a while, Fang Chen was afraid of being complained by customers if he delayed any further, so he decided to ask passersby.
As a result, when he turned his head, he saw a familiar figure.
Fang Chen was stunned for a moment and quickly hid aside.
"Hey, Cece, how much did you earn lately?"
"It's just a small amount of money..."
After the two people walked into the store, Fang Chen quietly poked his head out from behind the pillar.
Sisi?
Isn't his name Chuck?
Fang Chen swallowed his saliva, his heartbeat quickened a little. He took out his cell phone tremblingly and called Sis.
The man answered quickly, "Fang Chen?"
"Have you found the person who sold the fake tickets you mentioned?"
Sis paused for a moment, "Not yet..."
"I think I've spotted them." Fang Chen interrupted him, speaking a bit quickly, "There are two people, no, at least two people."
Sith said in a deep voice, "Give me your address, don't move, don't get into conflict with them, and wait for me to come over."
After hanging up the phone, Fang Chen squatted outside the store. Fearing that it would be too obvious, he found a corner to squat in.
Fortunately, after a while, the sound of an engine roared, and Fang Chen raised his head and blinked.
Sis actually came here on a motorcycle.
Of course, unlike Fang Chenqi’s “old, broken and small” car, the man’s car was all black, tall and big, almost half the height of a person.
How much is this worth?
Before Fang Chen could finish admiring it, the man had already strode over, stretched out his hand and picked Fang Chen up, frowning as he looked him up and down, "Are you hurt?"
Fang Chen shook his head obediently and pointed behind him, "They should still be there. I've been guarding the door, and no one has come out. It's the one wearing a black hat with an eagle tattoo on his shoulder."
Sith said solemnly, "Wait for me here."
Still waiting...
Fang Chen felt his legs were numb from squatting.
The man quickly added, "Soon."
Fang Chen tilted his head back and nodded.
But I didn’t actually believe it. How fast could it be? Wasn’t Sith going into the house to catch people?
He continued to make mushrooms at the door.
But less than two minutes later, there was a commotion in the house. Fang Chen hesitated for a moment, walked quietly to the door, and poked his head to look inside.
This is a bar, but there are not many people in the room. At this moment, they are all standing by, looking at the man in the middle who is punching in astonishment.
Sith had no intention of taking action.
I just want to tie these people up first and wait for the police to come and take them away.
But after all, no one could do what Fang Chen did, tying someone up without saying a word, just short of stretching out his own hands.
He didn't want Fang Chen to wait any longer, and was too lazy to argue, so he kicked him out, sending him flying. He hit the wine cabinet opposite with a bang, and the wine bottles fell to the ground with a crackling sound.
Wow.
Fang Chen's eyes widened.
It's like watching an American blockbuster.
The man casually pulled out a decorative hemp rope and tied several people together. Then he raised his eyes and looked towards the door.
The two people looked at each other from a distance across the mess.
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The police car arrived and a crowd of onlookers gathered in front of the store.
Compared to catching the counterfeit ticket sellers, the news of Cece Bolton beating people was obviously more explosive. Joey was so angry that he called Cece more than ten times.
But Sith didn't answer any of them.
"Can I really sit on it?"
"sure."
“It’s huge.”
The man easily picked up Fang Chen with one hand and put him on the motorcycle.
“You can drive around for a while and try it.”
"Me?" Fang Chen quickly shook his head. "I can't ride a big bike like that. I can only ride a small bike like the ones used for food delivery."
etc!
Takeaway!!
His pizza!!
Fang Chen hurriedly took out his cell phone from his bag, and as expected, it was his boss calling. He called nervously, and in addition to being scolded, he also received the good news that his salary would be deducted.
never mind……!
Fang Chen is very good at comforting himself.
Just think of buying pizza as a midnight snack, since he happened to be hungry too.
Thinking of this, he raised his head and said, "It's getting late, I'll go back first."
Sis stood beside the motorcycle with his arms folded and said "hmm".
Fang Chen was a little embarrassed.
He was just carried up by Sis, so how should he get down? The car is too high for him, and he is afraid of spraining his ankle if he jumps down like this.
After all, he is a vulnerable college student.
The kind that makes your eyes go dark when you stand up after squatting for a long time.
But if he were to reach out and let Sith hold him...
Even more embarrassing.
Fortunately, Sith finally spoke, "I haven't eaten yet."
Fang Chen, "???"
No way, are you targeting his midnight snack again?
"Let's go have dinner together. Thank you for your help today, and thank you for treating me to fried chicken last time."
Fang Chen shook his head. "It's just a small matter. I won't eat it..."
“I know a good Chinese restaurant.”
"Get in the car." Fang Chen moved his butt back and looked at Xisi seriously, "Let's get going quickly."
The man seemed to smile, then quickly turned over and stepped onto the motorcycle, whispering, "Hold me tight."
Phew!!!
The feeling of riding this kind of motorcycle is really different from riding a scooter. It feels like a flash of lightning leaping out with the sound of the engine.
The strong wind blew Fang Chen's hair up, making him look like a sloppy puppy.
But he was very happy. He did not listen to Sis and hug him tightly. Instead, he opened his arms and let the wind blow him into his arms.
It felt like Fang Chen had never been so happy since he had traveled through the book to this strange environment.
So cool!
Catching ticket scalpers is cool, watching Sith fights is cool! Riding a motorcycle is even cooler!
Smell it~
This is the taste of freedom.
etc!
It doesn’t seem right!
It's kind of like the smell of barbecue.
oO!
"Want to eat this?"
Xisi turned back and confirmed with Fang Chen again.
Fang Chen nodded like a chick pecking at rice.
This is a barbecue stall at the entrance of the park. The fragrance is carried by the wind and penetrates into the nose.
It really makes me feel relaxed all over just by smelling it.
One bite and your soul will ascend to heaven.
It's the taste of home~
Of course, Sis had no objection, so the two of them changed their Chinese food trip to eating barbecue on the roadside.
"This is also Chinese food." Fang Chen said confidently, "Do you know acupuncture? We are doing acupuncture."
He rubbed the skewer so hard that sparks flew everywhere.
Very invigorating acupuncture.
Life is so confusing and spicy!
Because it was a roadside stall, the tables and chairs were very simple, plastic chairs that were spacious and heavy enough for sitting on, but Sis felt a little awkward sitting on them.
The man's legs were slightly bent, and his pants were wrinkled. He unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and casually rolled them up, revealing his muscular forearms.
I have only seen Sis with a good figure in pictures, but in reality, almost every time I see Sis, he is well-dressed, even with his buttons buttoned straight.
This was the first time he had seen any part of his body exposed. Although it was only his forearm, Fang Chen still couldn't help but glance over.
The man was opening a bottle of soda, his fingers hooked on the pull ring and applied a little force. The veins on his forearm were winding and covered with beautiful muscle curves.
The skewers in my hand suddenly lost their fragrance.
A bottle of soda was handed to him, and Fang Chen came back to his senses slightly, looking up to meet the man's dark eyes.
Sith raised the can calmly.
"Thirsty?"
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Irresponsible Extra Drama*
(Chinese Spa: Exposing One Foot)
Fang Chen learned Chinese massage online and decided to teach Xi Silu a lesson, boasting, "This is a very ancient martial art in our country."
Sith nodded politely and leaned over to kiss him, "Thank you, baby."
Fang Chen pushed his head away and ordered, "Lie down on your stomach."
He followed the method he learned from the video, kneading and massaging, but the man's muscles were too hard, so there was no point in kneading them. Instead, Fang Chen's hands were so tired and sore.
He stood up angrily and kicked Sith, "No more rubbing!"
Sis could only coax him, "Baby, come step on my back. No need to massage, I'll feel comfortable just by stepping on it."
So showing off one hand turned into showing off one foot.
Kexis really likes this kind of "massage" and often asks Fang Chen to step on his back barefoot after the game.
Even in a later interview, he boasted, "My lover is very considerate. He often helps me relax in the spa at home."
But because he felt embarrassed after being seen by Fang Chen, he had to contact the media to withdraw the interview.
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