The wheelchair descended straight down the museum steps, catching not only the fans but also the security guards off guard.
Ding Sisheng's face was deathly pale; the rapid sprint almost destroyed his remaining rationality.
Without a second thought, he stood up from his wheelchair and ran several steps before finally stopping in front of the large pink figure, still shaken.
He rested his hands on his knees, panting heavily as he stared wide-eyed.
When he finally came to his senses, he found that the fans in front of him were looking at him with strange eyes.
Surprised and incredulous, Brother Sheng could actually stand up and run?
Ding Sisheng then realized how big a mistake he had made.
Just as he was about to explain, Si Jin's voice rang out again from behind him: "See? His leg is perfectly fine. I didn't hit him at all."
Before the words were finished, suddenly, *smack*—
Si Jin flicked out another long, white whip made of condensed lightning, controlling it remotely, and lashed it down hard at Ding Sisheng's leg, which was in a cast.
It made a heart-stopping, crisp sound.
He said coldly, "This is the one I hit."
As he spoke, the man's expression was indifferent, yet it exuded a unique arrogance.
He glanced at Ding Sisheng, who was lying on the ground groaning with a broken leg, and looked at the group of fans with the eyes of a god looking down on ants.
"You've been used as a pawn, and you're still jumping around happily? Go back and suggest to your parents that if they can afford it, they should have another child."
After saying that, he turned and went back to the museum, not even sparing a glance.
All that remained were the fans, who looked down at the disheveled Ding Sisheng with their heads bowed in disbelief.
The frustration of being used and treated like a clown arises spontaneously. After being a fan for so long, I only see them as tools to deal with others.
And they, along with their idol, were foolishly crushed into dust!
In an instant, the fans dispersed one after another, and not a single person called an ambulance for Ding Sisheng.
In the end, the security guard, unable to contain his anger and fearing it would affect the museum's business, dialed 120.
… …
Inside the museum, while Si Jin was lecturing someone, Shao Linyuan also took the cell phone that the staff had given him.
Frowning, he tried his best to guess the meaning of the simplified characters, and also gained a little more understanding of Ding Sisheng.
He just didn't understand: "Why does Ding Sisheng, who clearly doesn't sing well, still have... fans?"
"Huh?" The young lady replacing the gas for the artifact restoration was stunned, clearly not expecting Shao Linyuan to be able to figure out the phone so quickly.
He paused for a moment in surprise before saying, "Because of capital, because of money."
"Money?" Shao Linyuan tilted his head slightly, his white hair falling messily over his shoulders, and continued to ask, "Silver?"
"Your Majesty, this isn't called silver." The young woman took out a hundred-yuan bill and explained to him, "This is called... banknotes."
After saying that, he went on to take care of the other cultural relics.
Shao Linyuan was left alone in the display case, staring blankly for a long time. After a while, he seemed to finally understand the meaning of banknotes: "Oh~~ Jiaozi (paper money)."
"What child?"
Realizing that Si Jin had returned, Shao Linyuan slowly raised his head, subtly concealing his inner thoughts.
He said, "I want to have a child with you."
Si Jin smiled and said, "Sure."
Through the transparent glass display case, he intertwined his fingers with Shao Linyuan's and whispered seductively, "Do you want me to stay tonight?"
Shao Linyuan looked down at his predicament, and finally, suppressing his grievances, shook his head.
In my past life, I finally managed to gain the upper hand; I absolutely cannot let myself be suppressed in this life!
But……
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