The progress bar actually dropped after Shi Jin and Rong Zhouzhong had a complete falling out.
Shi Jin looked stupid, looking at the progress bar in his head, and then at Rong Zhouzhong who was lying on the sofa with a dark face and adjusting his breathing not far away. He was confused and didn't understand what was going on, but one thing was certain - Rong Zhouzhong had no intention of killing him.
He had just handed the gun to Rong Zhouzhong, but Rong Zhouzhong, who was almost going crazy, threw the gun away. This was not in line with the reaction of a murderer. A person who really intended to kill would not hold a weapon but not move when he was almost mad at the person he wanted to kill.
The plot really had loopholes.
After confirming this, Shi Jin felt relieved and a little guilty.
The quarrel turned into a fight. Although he chose to do this in order to figure out the mystery of the progress bar and eliminate the suspicion of his brothers as murderers, it was still too much to do it. Moreover, he was not the original owner, so it was neither reasonable nor strong to do this.
If you look at it from Rong Zhouzhong's perspective, everything today is simply a disaster from heaven.
Originally, he was sleeping soundly at home, but his brother, who he always disliked, came to find fault with him...
He was instantly filled with guilt towards Rong Zhouzhong, the "mine-clearing tool". Shi Jin got up from the ground and looked at Rong Zhouzhong, who had adjusted his breathing and was lying on the sofa with his eyes closed, wondering what he was thinking. He asked tentatively: "Um, does the wound hurt?"
Rong Zhouzhong opened his eyes and turned to look at him, with purple bruises on the corners of his mouth and a cold light in his peach blossom eyes. He gritted his teeth and said: "Do you say it hurts? Why haven't you left yet?"
"I can't leave. My legs hurt. I bumped into Cha Ji during a fight." Shi Jin confessed honestly. He glanced at Rong Zhouzhong's face and asked guiltily, "You have work to do later, right? The wound on your face..."
Rong Zhouzhong was stunned. He raised his hand and touched the corner of his mouth that was aching slightly. He became even angrier. He kicked Cha Ji unhappily and yelled, "Shi Jin, you really know how to make trouble for me. Get out! Get out quickly!"
Shi Jin didn't leave. Instead, he limped a little closer and asked, "Where is your medicine box?"
Rong Zhouzhong turned his head away from him, looking like he was about to faint from anger.
"Forget it. I'll get you some ice cubes to apply. You eat with your face, so it's important to treat the wound." Shi Jin said as he moved towards the kitchen.
"Who do you think relies on looks to make a living, you bastard!" Rong Zhouzhong sat up and looked at Shi Jin, gritting his teeth, "I rely on strength! Strength! Shi Jin, did you do this on purpose? What on earth are you doing here today, are you looking for death?"
Shi Jin looked at him with an expression of "I'm sorry for you", handed the gun back to him, and replied honestly: "I did do it on purpose... This is for you, if you are angry, you can..."
"...Fuck!" Rong Zhouzhong was so angry that he grabbed his hair, his expression was almost distorted, "What can I do? Can I kill you! Can you leave, leave quickly!"
...You can vent your anger by smashing a few trash cans.
Shi Jin silently put the gun on the sofa, and did not leave. He turned around and moved to the kitchen.
Rong Zhouzhong looked at his limping back and was so angry that he closed his eyes again and slumped on the sofa, his chest heaving violently, looking like he was trying hard to suppress his anger. Gua
Er, who had been watching the whole process, was suddenly filled with sympathy for him when he saw him like this - it was too pitiful, sometimes it was not so difficult to understand that Shi Jin was such an unlucky brother and wanted to kill him occasionally. Shi Jin
took out some ice cubes and cooked a pot of noodles - after all the hard work at this point, lunch time had passed and everyone must be hungry.
"Apply ice cubes to the corners of your mouth first." Shi Jin placed the ice cubes in front of Rong Zhouzhong and began to scoop noodles from the pot with a bowl, muttering as he scooped, "Why is there nothing to eat in your refrigerator? There's only a pack of noodles and a few eggs. You can't even find any vegetables. You can't do this. Here, eat it. Fill your stomach first."
Rong Zhouzhong had opened his eyes as soon as he smelled the fragrance of the noodles. At this time, seeing Shi Jin squatting across the tea table and serving noodles with bruises on his face, he didn't know whether to be angry or scold him. He felt that Shi Jin was a madman, and he also felt that he was as stupid as a pig. His emotions were changing all over the place, and he felt that the anger that he had just suppressed was about to rise again.
"You also know how to do it down there?" Gua Er forcefully interrupted the topic and sat down next to Shi Jin.
"I know, but my skills are not very good." Shi Jin was very humble. He placed the first bowl of noodles in front of Rong Zhouzhong, the second bowl in front of Gua Er, and the last bowl, which was not quite enough, in front of himself.
Rong Zhouzhong stared at the bowl of noodles without moving.
Gua Er had already started eating without any hesitation - he was hungry anyway.
The two uninvited guests ate noodles in front of the owner of the house, and the slurping sound was particularly loud, as if they were doing it on purpose.
Rong Zhouzhong's forehead was bulging with veins, and his face was full of patience. Finally, he sat up unable to bear it anymore, staring at Shi Jin's kiwi head buried in the bowl of noodles. Just as he opened his mouth to poison him, Shi Jin suddenly raised his head.
"Eat quickly, the noodles will become mushy if left out for too long, and they won't taste good." Shi Jin advised gently, and pushed the bowl towards Rong Zhouzhong.
Rong Zhouzhong met his innocent eyes, as if nothing had happened, and the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat. He couldn't breathe out, and his eyes changed. Finally, he reached out to take the bowl and really started to eat the noodles, gritting his teeth - only when he was full would he have the strength to chase after others. He lost the fight before, it must be because he had no strength after sleeping for a day and didn't eat, not because he was not as skilled as others! You little bastard pretending to be stupid, wait for your punishment!
However, when he was full and was ready to deal with Shi Jin who was lingering to leave, Shi Jin obediently washed the dishes, swept the floor, and packed up the garbage and carried it himself, and politely said goodbye. Before leaving, he also told Rong Zhouzhong to be careful of the sasaeng fans, because he got here according to the instructions of the sasaeng fans.
Rong Zhouzhong took a deep breath silently and squeezed out three words from his teeth: "Hurry up, get out."
"Then I'll leave now." Shi Jin carried the garbage and walked towards the door. When he reached the entrance, he suddenly turned back.
Rong Zhouzhong immediately looked over with a covetous look, his body tensed, ready for a fight.
"Third brother, I'm sorry about what happened today." Shi Jin apologized, bowed to Rong Zhouzhong, and then took Gua Er away without looking back - he was especially careful when closing the door, and made his movements very gentle, showing great courtesy. Click, and
the villa returned to silence.
Rong Zhouzhong looked at the entrance, and then looked at the entrance. Finally, he couldn't help but kicked the stool beside the entrance, and angrily cursed: "Damn little bastard!" Shi Jin
collapsed on the chair as soon as he got in the car, frowning and touching his legs.
"What's wrong, are you really hurt?" Gua Er asked. Shi Jin
nodded and replied: "It seems to be swollen."
Gua Er frowned, holding a cigarette but not lighting it, and started the car, saying, "Be patient, there is no medical kit in this car, let's go back to the club. Look at you, if you want to fight, just fight, what do you mean by secretly giving in to your brother? He hit you hard, but you gave him face by avoiding his face. There is only a bruise on the corner of his mouth. Look at your face again, I don't know what to say to you."
"Didn't you not want to fight at first..." Shi Jin felt guilty, and seeing him frown, he smiled at him ingratiatingly and said, "Thank you for accompanying me today, I'll treat you to dinner later."
"Eat the free meals provided by the club?" Gua Er glanced at him unhappily and said, "Alright, alright, don't force yourself to talk if you're in pain. You should think about how to explain your injuries to Master Jun when you return to the club." Shi Jin
: "..." Oops, how could I forget about this. At
lunch that day, Lian Jun didn't wait for his mother Shi Jin. After asking Gua Yi, he found out that Shi Jin had taken Gua Er out, saying that he was going to return something to Rong Zhouzhong. Lian Jun didn't show any expression on his face, but he ate half a bowl less of rice at lunch. Not
long after lunch, Shi Jin and Gua Er came back. Gua Er was still fine, but Shi Jin was injured and limped.
"What's the matter?" Lian Jun frowned and put down the documents in his hand.
Shi Jin felt a little guilty, glanced at him, and replied, "I had a fight with my brother."
"Did you win or lose?" Lian Jun continued to ask. Shi
Jin was stunned and replied, "I guess I won. I pinned my brother to the ground and beat him." Although in fact, his injuries were more serious.
Lian Jun took a look at his bruised face, waved his hand and said, "Go and treat the wound."
Was he not going to investigate him for going out to fight without permission? Shi Jin
immediately became happy, endured the pain and flattered Lian Jun for a few words before happily limping to the infirmary.
After he left, Gua Yi, who was standing by Lian Jun, frowned and said, "Mr. Jun, do you really want him to go on the new mission with the official cooperation?"
"His age is the most suitable." Lian Jun answered, and seeing Gua Er who had not left yet looking over, he explained, "News from the official side has come, you should prepare during this period of time and give Shi Jin a short-term intensive training. The official side should also send someone over to prepare for contact."
Gua Er frowned, looked at the direction where Shi Jin left with some concern, nodded, and responded in a low voice.
After Shi Jin treated his wound and returned to his room, Xiao Si suddenly spoke up and said, "Jin Jin, your progress bar has dropped to 880, just now."
Dropped again?
Shi Jin was puzzled, and just as he was about to ask in detail, the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly rang. He took it out and saw that it was a text message from Rong Zhouzhong. The content was very simple and crude - just wait for death!
"..."
The progress bar dropped and the text message was sent at the same time, which really made people unable to help but associate it.
Shi Jin stared at the text message for a few seconds, smiled, moved his fingers, and replied: OK, third brother, remember to apply medicine to the wound.
Rong Zhouzhong:... Get lost!
Shi Jin's face was full of fatherly kindness, and he sighed with satisfaction: "If the progress bar can be lowered by his death threat, then I am willing for him to come and curse me to death every day."
Xiao Si: "..."
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