Chapter 9 Chapter 9 Little Bastard
Tang Ningyue would never punish others in such a childish way as blocking them. This was definitely not something she would do, but the fact was that Li Jinglang saw the message with his own eyes and wanted to make some excuses. He deleted and edited a sentence in the dialog box for a long time and sent it, only to find that the other party had blocked him.
Li Jinglang thought of the half of Duan Jiayu's face revealed in the video. He clutched his phone, his head buzzing and hot. He took deep breaths again and again but to no avail. Finally, he took out the SIM card and threw it directly into the trash can on the desktop.
He's been blocked for ten years, what can scare him in this week?
Li Jinglang rested his elbows on the table, his eyes were tinged with a gray halo, and the hair on his face trembled slightly in the dim light. He took a deep breath, crumpled up the sticky note that Tang Ningyue had left for him, and threw it into the trash can.
He was ready to forgive her...
She clearly said that she hated childish behavior the most.
.....
Without her around, the car accelerated rapidly in Li Jinglang's hands, and he even arrived at school fifteen minutes earlier than usual the next day. When the car parked in the underground parking lot next door and Lu Yi came out, he was still having breakfast at the bun shop at the school gate.
Li Jinglang stood out in the crowd. Even though he was dressed very low-key, Lu Yi could still see him through the crowd of people in the room.
"Brother Lang!" Lu Yi, still clutching a juicy pork chop bun, hurriedly swung his backpack onto his back, pushing through the crowd and rushing to Li Jinglang's side, "Why are you out so early today?"
"....." Li Jinglang did not respond. The hood of his sweatshirt pressed straight down to his forehead. He walked forward quickly in silence.
"Eh? Didn't you bring breakfast today?"
"Eating at home again?"
"What are you eating?"
“…”
"Where is my sister?" Lu Yi looked around but didn't see Tang Ningyue.
“.....”
Li Jinglang stopped abruptly, and Lu Yi stumbled, his hand on his shoulder tremblingly falling away. "What...what happened?"
Li Jinglang rarely showed any expression. His handsome face was like a human skin mask, and he rarely smiled. Although he had never lost his temper with anyone, Lu Yi still swallowed nervously when he was stared at by him gloomily.
"Brother Lang..."
"Do you miss her very much?" Li Jinglang opened his thin lips slightly, moving them up and down.
"I...I'm not...did you guys have a fight?"
Lu Yi is the best at bringing up things that are not related to the topic. He immediately regretted what he said and wanted to slap himself in the face.
As he expected, Li Jinglang once again strided towards the school gate, and this time did not respond to anything Lu Yi said.
During the two big classes in the morning, Li Jinglang did not bring his textbooks, so Lu Yi placed his book between them. Li Jinglang leaned back in his chair, staring silently at the PPT that had been passed down in the general education class for who knows how many years. Few people in the front row looked up, but he, who was sitting in the last row, watched the entire PPT without missing a minute.
Lu Yi sat nearby and didn't dare to say a word. Although he didn't understand, he remained respectful. He didn't want to be stared at by those terrifying eyes anymore. It was more painful than being slapped in the face.
The school cafeteria has opened a new Japanese hot pot restaurant. Lu Yi chattered all the way, and Li Jinglang nodded to his suggestion very readily.
As soon as he entered the door, Li Jinglang chose the best-brand luxury set meal and paid for it readily before Lu Yi could stop him.
"Meal for four to five people...shall we eat it just for the two of us?" Lu Yi carefully pulled Li Jinglang's sleeve and turned to ask.
"Find someone to eat with you."
"Ah?" Lu Yi was stunned. "What about you?"
"I have something to do."
"No..." Before Lu Yi could finish his words of persuasion, Li Jinglang took a bottle of water from the counter and left through the nearest stairs and door.
Having known Li Jinglang for three years, Lu Yi is his closest friend at school and the person who understands him best. He always says in front of others that he is cold on the outside but warm on the inside, but no one dares to actually walk up to Li Jinglang to test whether this is true or not.
It's so cold that it makes you shiver when you get close to it.
Before the afternoon class, Lu Yi found Li Jinglang testing a remote-controlled airplane on the rooftop of the science and technology building with a lunch box. Sunny days in winter are very rare in Beining. The sunlight passed over the brim of his hat and shone on his chin, slightly softening that small piece of skin.
"What are you doing here again?" Li Jinglang glanced at him and continued to fiddle with the remote control in his hand.
"It's definitely not possible not to eat." Lu Yi pulled a chair over and put down the sandwich and heated milk in his hand.
“.....”
"I told you to leave me alone."
"Brother Lang." Lu Yi put his feet on a brick, sat on a chair with his legs spread out, and supported the back of the chair with his arms crossed. "Have something to eat."
“.......”
"Just think of it as a gift from someone else, okay?"
“…”
"Don't be angry... being angry is bad for you..."
"Get out." He finally spoke, his tone as cold as a piece of snow that had not melted in winter.
"I..." Lu Yi wanted to say something, but he slapped his palm on his mouth and stopped talking.
"have to."
Lu Yi nodded, without further persuasion, he turned around and walked to the iron gate, opened it halfway and looked back. The experimental plane that was flying freely had been smashed to pieces in the middle of the rooftop, and Li Jinglang's hand that was used to catch it was also cut.
He was so angry that he was confused. Lu Yi had never seen him do such a ridiculous thing.
The strong wind on the roof made the iron door creak. Li Jinglang's dark eyes looked over, and Lu Yi once again lost the desire to comfort him.
"I'm leaving. I'm leaving right away."
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Duan Jiayu's afternoon filming finally moved from Shankakali, where there was only one small shop ten kilometers away, to the county town where there was a business hall. Tang Ningyue bought a temporary camera to use first, and in the afternoon she accompanied Duan Jiayu to the Miao village to shoot the dinner scene.
The mountain road was winding around and around without any straight lines. Duan Jiayu was very carsick and vomited all over the floor as soon as he got off the car. He lay listlessly on a bamboo chair to rest, drinking half of a sip of water and vomiting the other half. It was so pitiful to watch.
"Stop filming, stop filming." Duan Jiayu covered his face, trying his best to stop the cameraman who was asked by the director to grab the footage, "Please, don't film my face..."
After failing to stop her, Duan Jiayu propped himself up and searched for Tang Ningyue again, with a bitter face, "Sister...sister, please save me, sister..."
Tang Ningyue stood by the window with her lips curled, her back to him as she pushed the large window open. She held up her phone to look in the mirror while comforting him, "Didn't you learn in school that it's hard work before happiness? What's wrong with being ugly? If you don't have traffic and topics, you're completely finished."
"Hurry up and get some fresh air, wake up, and don't keep everyone waiting for you." Tang Ningyue left the door without any courtesy, and called Duan Jiayu's executive agent to leave as well, saying that the little boy should not be coaxed all the time, because the more he is coaxed, the more arrogant he will become.
At first, the manager was a little reluctant, but after less than ten minutes, he saw Duan Jiayu come out and gave Tang Ningyue a thumbs up, "You really understand."
Duan Jiayu actually didn't have a big problem, he just felt aggrieved. Feeling aggrieved and with so many people trying to comfort him, he naturally wanted to stay in bed for a while longer, just like a little kid.
He was not slacking off in his work. Tang Ningyue sat next to him, teasing the stray dogs in the village while staring at the monitor. She didn't look tired at all. Just like Wen Xi said, he was a born slave owner who got happiness by exploiting others.
Tang Ningyue accepted this extremely hateful name completely. As long as it could make her money, she didn't care about anything else. Only saints would live a hard life for a good reputation. People like her would definitely be top villains in any script, and they would be the kind with a beastly heart.
During a break in the filming, Tang Ningyue handed the milk tea from the car's thermal box to Duan Jiayu and coaxed him: "Isn't this great? I told you you can do it, and the filming is so good."
Duan Jiayu didn't say anything, but took the cup of milk tea and drank two sips before pouting and looking at the puppy at her feet and saying, "I have dog food in my bag."
"What?" He stammered. Tang Ningyue pretended not to hear him and asked him to speak louder.
"You asked me to prepare this," he said. "I've brought dog and cat food. I can maintain the persona you mentioned."
"So good." Tang Ningyue touched his head, "I said you are the most intelligent and talented one I have ever taught."
These two casual remarks were nothing to Tang Ningyue, but Duan Jiayu, at his age, was the most susceptible to them. He was coaxed into submission by these two worthless words.
The path the company arranged for him was to be a naive person, which was the most suitable for him and the easiest for him to do. After all, he didn't have much brains.
Tang Ningyue sighed, took out a handful of dog food from the bag and placed it in her palm. She stroked the little black dog's head and fed it: "If only that little bastard could be so easily fooled."
The puppy was in a hurry to eat, and there was no slow-feeding plate here, so Tang Ningyue had to hide behind it to feed it. She pulled out a little more food from her hand, but the puppy couldn't wait and bit her directly at the base of her thumb. Although there was only a tooth mark without breaking the skin, when Tang Ningyue lowered its head to her palm again, her fist had already been clenched, so she couldn't get a single bite.
It was wagging its tail anxiously and wanted to continue biting, but this time, before it could react, it was slapped hard by Tang Ningyue.
Duan Jiayu was stunned watching from the side, shocked by how quickly her expression changed. He quickly picked up the puppy from the ground and held it in his arms.
The puppies in the village were all tough, and Tang Ningyue didn't use much force. Both parties involved were fine, but Duan Jiayu was scared.
"What are you doing? It wasn't intentional..."
Duan Jiayu touched the puppy's ears and kept pressing it into his arms, regardless of its struggle to continue going to Tang Ningyue to eat dog food.
Tang Ningyue found his expression amusing and teased him, "I'm teasing it because I'm happy. If you push it any further, I'll slap you."
"You little bastard, you're still too young to think you can turn the tables and become the master."
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