Shen Qingye initially firmly believed that Shen Jiao had come specifically to find him and that she had made a scene just to attract his attention.
It wasn't until later, when things gradually went astray and rapidly developed in an unbelievable direction, that he gradually came to his senses.
Screw trying to get his attention!
Shen Jiao, that ingrate, is clearly just here to watch the show!
Shen Qingye clutched his chest, so angry he could hardly breathe, his eyes rolling back as if he were about to die any second.
As for why Shen Jiao came to watch the play, this story begins a while ago.
After the tyrant divided up half of her wealth, he was still not satisfied. With a wave of his hand, he drafted an imperial edict and shamelessly ordered that the remaining half of her money be used to seduce prostitutes.
Shen Jiao was completely taken aback by this move and was dumbfounded on the spot.
Which emperor would use an imperial edict to rob money?
This is a blatant abuse of power.
What a tyrant!
Li Wanglai, Liang Heng, and the others were also dumbfounded and utterly astonished, saying they had never seen or heard of such behavior before.
But if the person who pioneered this was a tyrant, then there's nothing surprising about it; everything seems reasonable and justifiable.
Shen Jiao didn't care whether this was reasonable or not; she only cared about her money.
She clutched the purse tightly with both hands, like a mother fiercely protecting her child, trying to politely refuse, "Your Majesty, please reconsider. This is an imperial edict! Using it for such a trivial matter is far too... a waste of talent!"
Ji Yan: "It's alright, I have plenty of these."
Shen Jiao wouldn't let go, her face contorted with grief, "Your Majesty, please have mercy and don't separate us, mother and child!"
Ji Yan, without blushing or skipping a beat, effortlessly grabbed her money pouch.
His voice tinged with laughter, "You can come visit anytime you miss it. I will take good care of your son."
Shen Jiao's heart was breaking. My poor child, I'm useless as a mother, I can't protect you.
She just doesn't understand.
The tyrant is clearly incredibly wealthy, rolling in money and treating it like dirt. How could he possibly have the nerve to exploit her, a poor, ordinary person?
It's like this: a Lamborghini driver blocks a shared bike rider at the entrance of an alley, brandishing a knife and threatening the biker to hand over all his pocket money! Otherwise, he'll slash the tires.
Chun Chun is sick.
Since meeting Ji Yan, her happiness has been infinitely shortened, often lasting only a moment.
Shen Jiao thought bitterly: You stupid Ji Yan! You're ruthless.
...
At the same time, the list of teams for the second round of competition was also posted. Shen Jiao quickly got up from the soft chair, wanting to see which child was so unlucky as to be in her group.
The main reason is that I don't want to be with this shameless bastard next to me, for fear that I might lose my temper and punch him a couple of times in his stunningly handsome face.
Unexpectedly, she hadn't run two steps before Ji Yan pulled her back.
Shen Jiao spun around and sat back in the soft chair, feeling a little dizzy. "How could this be so serious?"
Is this person some kind of freakish gibbon?
The tyrant casually pointed to a corner, "No need to go, he's your teammate."
"Him?" Shen Jiao looked in that direction.
She had actually noticed a person who looked both unfamiliar and familiar sitting in the corner of the viewing platform a while ago.
To say they were strangers would be an exaggeration, but the back view looked a lot like the friend I met while eating sunflower seeds yesterday.
I'd say I'm not unfamiliar with him. The friend I met yesterday seemed quite wealthy. Even the mask he wore was made of pure gold with intricate and elaborate patterns—it was definitely not an ordinary item. He was most likely a rich second-generation heir from a family with a fortune.
And the teammate in front of me seems to be wearing... Li Wanglai's clothes?
The clothes were too short but wide enough. My teammate, with his long legs bent, sat on a small stool looking rather aggrieved, his trouser legs touching his knees. At first glance, you might think he was about to go to the fields to plant rice seedlings.
Upon hearing the tyrant's summons, the so-called teammates turned around, holding a small mountain of sunflower seed shells in their hands.
He smiled a little sheepishly, revealing a set of dazzling white teeth as he greeted Shen Jiao, "Hi."
Shen Jiao asked in surprise: "The Whip King of Southern Xinjiang?"
The teammate said shyly, "No, the Southern Xinjiang Whip King was me yesterday. Today, I am Gu An."
Shen Jiao: "..."
What about tomorrow? Southern Xinjiang. Thomas. Gu An?
What about the day after tomorrow? Balala the Little Whip King Gu An?
She looked at her teammates, but stared at the strip of cloth over Gu An's eyes for a long time. The color and the pattern looked just like Li Wanglai's belt.
Shen Jiao couldn't accept it. "No, friend, what happened to you? How did you go bankrupt overnight?"
Where's your shiny, expensive mask?!
Gu An dared not say that he had been sacked by the tyrant. He carefully chose his words, "Life is unpredictable, and things are hard to explain in a few words. By the way, want some sunflower seeds?"
"Let's eat." Shen Jiao left the Tyrant and moved a small stool to sit opposite her teammate.
She assumed Gu An had encountered bandits, but having just gone bankrupt herself, she was in no mood to offer her teammates any pep talks.
Shen Jiao offered him a few perfunctory words of comfort, then asked, "Speaking of which, friend, you were clearly eliminated in the first round and didn't advance, so why did you suddenly want to be my teammate?"
"You can ask me that question."
Shen Jiao felt her body briefly lifted into the air before the tyrant pulled her back onto the soft chair.
Ji Yan glanced at Gu An with a sinister look that seemed to pierce through the thick strips of cloth and strike at his fragile heart.
Gu An immediately hugged the small stool, shrinking to the side in a wronged manner. Why was she glaring at him? It wasn't like he was the one who asked the little fairy to sit over.
Liang Heng shook his head: Silly boy, if you don't call Sister Chen to eat sunflower seeds, she won't come over.
Li Wanglai said with a smile: "Your Majesty has finally developed some sense of crisis. You are a promising young man."
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