Chapter 150 IF: Past (Part 5) (Unlocked with 80% subscription): Fei Jia Arrives in the World of Ye Yihe
Complaints?
Walking home from evening self-study, Ye Yihe was still lost in thought about the conversation from a few days ago, and even developed a strong and unwavering confidence in it, even though he couldn't explain why.
No, Fedia certainly wouldn't have any complaints.
Furthermore, every time he went for a morning run, he would deliberately slow down to match the other person's unhurried pace, and he would also generously cut the distance in half—for him, this was already a huge concession and compromise!
Besides, the reason he decided to take Fei Jia along for his morning run was simply because that girl's health was so poor that she desperately needed exercise... Everyone knew this perfectly well, yet she deliberately used it to tease him...
Ye Yihe became increasingly indignant, feeling that he should have been stumped by a few questions. He should have launched a more powerful counterattack, turning his guilty conscience into a logical, or rather, a justified plan.
In this way, at least his back view wouldn't look like he was fleeing in panic, implicitly acknowledging some things that even he himself hadn't figured out.
"……well."
As Ye Yihe sighed, he tightened his grip on the strap of his schoolbag and lifted it over his shoulder to prevent the heavy textbooks and test papers inside from slipping too far off.
As Ye Yihe walked past one of the illuminated areas, he deliberately lifted his foot to step on the dry, curled leaves that resembled shrimp chips, listening to the unusually crisp sound they made on the soles of his shoes—as if this would successfully divert his attention and, incidentally, allow his inexplicable emotions to shatter into more clearly defined fragments.
He can get home in about ten more minutes by walking along this road.
After stepping on the fallen leaves, Ye Yihe looked up and tried to count the stars, but to no avail.
After all, this asphalt road has been there for so long that the trees on both sides have grown tall and lush enough to completely block out the sky, leaving only large patches of shadows cast on the ground. The thick branches, which have not been pruned for a long time, grow wildly everywhere, hiding half of the few dim streetlights, as if it were a silent declaration of territorial sovereignty.
They are the true rulers and protectors of this ancient road.
It not only shelters passersby, but also some... malicious acts that are not so law-abiding.
When this secluded and dark path is only illuminated by a few irregular and dim beams of light, pedestrians late at night are more likely to encounter thugs who are after their money.
Ye Yihe was just used to walking around, and he was good at fighting—not to mention that he looked poor and didn't inspire any desire to rob him, even if a few foolish thugs dared to mess with him, he could turn the tables and break their bones.
But Feyia is not.
He was indeed tall, but thin and frail, barely able to move a bookshelf; his pale face was indeed exquisite, and when he smiled, it always seemed too soft and elegant, reminiscent of some non-aggressive, yet incredibly seductive mythical creature.
The key point is... it has no offensive capabilities.
"...Hand over the money, or I'll chop off one of your fingers..."
The sounds and swaying shadows ahead were not his imagination; someone was indeed robbing him at knifepoint.
It was hard to see clearly, and the number of people robbed was yet to be determined, but the one who was robbed looked very familiar. Ye Yihe could almost instinctively tell that it was Fei Jia.
Ye Yihe's eyes sharpened instantly, and his steps also became lighter and slower, but his overall walking posture remained the same as before.
He was passing by them and immediately counted the number of people out of the corner of his eye—four.
This foreshadowed their impending doom.
It was unclear whether the robbers were nervous, overly focused, or simply indifferent, but from the moment Ye Yihe stepped onto this road, they hadn't given him a second glance. Instead, they were solely focused on robbing this tall, thin young man who clearly had no chance of fighting back.
Fei Jia simply put his hands behind his back, wearing a polite but cold smile, showing no reaction whatsoever to these blatant threats of knife-wielding.
This is simply provoking rioters.
He had his back to Ye Yihe, perhaps he noticed their arrival, or perhaps he didn't, but it was obvious that he didn't take these slovenly robbers seriously at all, and didn't even make any move to block or defend himself.
Didn't you even try to dodge the knife? No matter how pretty your face is, it can't stop a weapon!
Ye Yihe got anxious first.
He needs to walk a few more steps to close the distance between them before he can reach the close-range attack range where any attack will disarm the target.
But at that moment, when one of the thugs, enraged by Fei Jia's contemptuous attitude, fiercely swung his 20-centimeter-long dagger at Fei Jia—
What intercepted it was not a sharp sword that had been summoned and could easily traverse time and space, but a schoolbag that was thrown by a hand. It was so fast and urgent that it hit the thug, causing his entire arm to tilt to one side, and he blurted out a string of foul language.
Fei Jia frowned slightly, clearly extremely disgusted by it; but soon, his expression was replaced by a gentle smile, and along with those gazes that were a mixture of astonishment, confusion and annoyance, he looked at Ye Yihe who was rushing over.
These four thugs who committed robbery had extremely poor mental fortitude and poor judgment; their only advantage was their great courage.
"You little brat, how dare you..."
Before he could finish his harsh words, Ye Yihe took a standard step forward, twisted his body to gather strength, and unleashed a side kick that sent the young man in front of him flying straight away, leaving him no time to defend himself.
His physical abilities are far superior to those of those idle, good-for-nothing young men!
The other three were stunned, but the battle-hardened Ye Yihe wouldn't give them a chance to react.
Without uttering a word, he turned halfway around as soon as his side kick landed to dissipate the momentum, and then used the momentum to push off the ground and generate power. The whole set of movements was so smooth that before the enemy could even utter another curse, his well-defined fist had already slammed heavily into the second thug's nose, causing the other to let out a miserable howl on the spot.
In the next instant, Ye Yihe immediately changed his target, grabbing the wrist of the third thug who was wildly swinging his knife and exposing it to him. With a twist and a kick to the back of his knee, a clear sound of bones dislocating rang out, not much louder than the sound of him crushing dry leaves earlier.
The enemies kneeling on the ground were wailing loudly.
There's no need to fight a fourth enemy; the opponent has no intention of avenging their comrade, and they're running away as fast as they can, their legs trembling.
Ye Yihe's eyes remained sharp. He first scanned the three enemies groaning in pain, and only after confirming that they no longer had any ability to fight back did he loosen his grip on the third enemy's wrist and let him fall.
The tense, sharp edge and the intense aggression emanating from him finally dissipated slowly.
When he lowered his hand, a few drops of dark red blood could be seen splattered on the back of his hand, slowly sliding down—from the thug with the broken nose, who was now only able to groan, his nose bleeding profusely and not going to stop anytime soon.
This is not a fighting ring, and Ye Yihe is not holding back, only hoping to defeat his opponent with the fastest possible strike.
Only then did the violent aura of a ferocious beast emanating from him completely dissipate, and he had time to question Fei Jia.
"Are you just going to stand there and not move? Are you that stupid??"
"..."
This was the first time in her life that her intelligence had been questioned. Fei Jia's smile remained unchanged. She simply turned her head slightly and replied softly in a very gentle but pleasant tone.
"You seem very worried about me."
These words were more damaging than the four thugs combined. Ye Yihe was immediately speechless, even his action of bending down to pick up his schoolbag was a beat slower, as if someone had suddenly pressed the pause button for a second.
Or perhaps it just happens to touch on that awkward, uncomfortable feeling he has.
Ye Yihe wasn't good at dissecting his true feelings so frankly, not to mention that he was entering a sensitive and restless adolescence—not being rebellious was already considered quite obedient.
But Feyia's gaze was following him, with an undeniable smile, as if it were about to transform into a sharp scalpel, precisely cutting open his chest and revealing his pounding, burning heart.
My ears seem to be getting hot too.
"Yeah, it's normal to worry about you, we've known each other for so long."
Fortunately, he wasn't suited to giving roundabout answers, and he wasn't very good at lying.
Ye Yihe picked up his schoolbag and slung it back over his shoulder. He avoided Fei Jia's gaze, merely glancing blankly at the remaining three attempted robbers, trying to change the subject.
Should we call the police?
"No need, I think they've already learned a very profound lesson."
Upon receiving Ye Yihe's response, Fei Jia's smile deepened, appearing in his dark, purplish eyes under the night sky like a deep black hole capturing light—the next step would be to devour.
He is getting closer and closer to the result he wants, and it's worth it no matter how much effort it takes.
"It's up to you, but don't come out so late again. What if I can't make it next time..."
Ye Yihe muttered to himself, as if this would make his concern less obvious; but judging from Fei Jia's expression, this effort was probably in vain.
However, when Ye Yihe stood to Fei Jia's right, waiting for him to go back together, he was surprised to find that the other party had taken off the glove that he rarely took off, revealing his pale and slender fingers.
What intrigued Ye Yihe even more was the strange pattern on the other person's palm—he rarely saw anyone choose to get a tattoo in that area.
"Is this a tattoo?" he asked.
Fedia put her gloves back on, but gave an ambiguous answer: "It's a... vortex."
"Vortex?" Ye Yihe repeated, utterly perplexed.
“Yes,” Fedia smiled, “a vortex that can stir up the desires of many people.”
The metaphor was far too obscure, but the other party clearly had no intention of explaining it further.
On the way back, Ye Yihe pondered alone for a long time before finally asking Fei Jia a question.
"Including you?"
In response, Fei Jia looked directly into those probing dark eyes, and with a smile gradually appearing on her lips, she gave a soft, affirmative answer without any perfunctory tone.
"That includes me."
Just as no light can escape from a black hole, it is destined to be swallowed up.
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