Are you sick? A handsome man hits me, and I don't fight back...
Dengyuan City First People's Hospital, night.
Wen Zichuan had lived for twenty-four years and had never experienced such an absurd and outrageous night.
He is a voice actor and will be performing at the National Exhibition and Convention Center in the south of the city tonight.
After the performance, he was delayed for an hour in leaving the venue because of fans following his car; then, when he was passing by the flowerbed in the square, he picked up a fan who had sprained her ankle, and she was an underage girl.
The fan following the car was not his, nor was the one who sprained his ankle.
The little fan was about thirteen or fourteen years old. She sat alone on the steps of the National Exhibition Center Square, with her head hung down, crying miserably.
Wen Zichuan was not feeling well and had a burning pain in his stomach. He took a taxi in advance and prepared to go home, but he saw that the National Exhibition Center Square, which was bustling an hour ago, had become empty. If he left the little girl alone, he would feel guilty and morally guilty.
"It's so late, aren't you going home?" he asked as he approached.
The little girl raised her head and tears began to fall: "Teacher Wen...?"
Wen Zichuan nodded. He was indeed a little fan who came to watch the show. However, it was quite surprising that he recognized him at the first sight.
"It's not safe for a girl to be out alone at night. Call home and ask your family to pick you up."
"My phone's out of battery." The little girl pouted and wiped away her tears, "I don't have any money on me."
"I'll lend you mine." Wen Zichuan handed over the phone.
The little girl had a complicated expression. She stared at the phone hesitantly for a while, shook her head, and didn't answer it.
At this time, the mobile phone screen flashed, and the car Wen Zichuan called arrived.
"Let's go, I'll take you home first."
The little girl held onto the edge of the flower bed and stood up tremblingly. Wen Zichuan looked down and saw that her right ankle was swollen bigger than a steamed bun. She could hardly wear her shoes and probably couldn't walk.
"I'm not going home." She bit her lips, leaving a row of teeth marks.
"Then send you to the hospital?" Wen Zichuan changed his suggestion.
It was clearly an act of helping others, but the direction it took afterwards was not right.
I don’t know if it was because of the pain or the fear of being scolded by her parents, but the little girl sobbed all the way. No matter how she was asked, she refused to tell us her parents’ contact information and home address.
She even refused to reveal her full name until she registered.
Wen Zichuan hadn't eaten for over twelve hours, and his stomachache was getting worse. He didn't have the patience or energy to coax a little girl who was half-witted, so he said bluntly, "Zhou Yitang, give me your family's phone number, or I'll send you to the police."
When Zhou Yitang heard the word "police", he immediately shrank his neck, stammered a number, and was helped into the clinic by the nurse.
Wen Zichuan felt a little reluctant, but there was nothing he could do. He sat down on the lounge chair in the corridor and pressed the dial button.
"Hello..." The man on the other end of the phone had a lazy and soft tone, and it was obvious that he had just been woken up from his sleep.
"Are they Zhou Yitang's family?" Wen Zichuan asked, suppressing his inner annoyance.
"No." The other party denied it decisively without hesitation.
Wrong number?
He took a deep breath and asked again, "You really don't know Zhou Yitang? She is in the hospital now."
The man's nasal voice was heavy, but his tone was light: "Oh, in the hospital."
Based on the basic trust between people, Wen Zichuan felt that the girl was not someone who would tell lies easily. What was the point of her lying about her phone number? An underage girl with nowhere to stay overnight would still be sent to the police.
“Ahhhhh——!” Sharp and piercing ghost howls suddenly rang out from the clinic, ending the silence between the two people.
"Zhou Yitang? What happened to her?" There was finally a hint of urgency in the man's tone.
"I sprained my ankle." Wen Zichuan glanced at the building number. "First Hospital, Orthopedic Clinic on the third floor, I..."
Before he could finish his words, the phone was hung up.
Five minutes later, a young man wearing coral fleece pajamas, with messy hair and wrinkled eyebrows and eyes, appeared in the hospital corridor.
"Where is Zhou Yitang?" asked the man with messy hair.
"Inside." Wen Zichuan pointed to the closed door of the clinic.
The man in the chicken coop leaned against the wall with his hands behind his back, leisurely and calmly, as if he took a few seconds to figure out what was happening and who the strange man in front of him was.
Wen Zichuan felt his gaze from top to bottom, but he didn't intend to pay attention. After all, his stomach felt so uncomfortable. Only by keeping his upper body leaning forward to suppress the pain could he appear less embarrassed.
The chicken coop man saw him with his forearms resting on his thighs, his left hand pinching his right hand, then his right hand pinching his left hand, his forehead sweating with nervousness. He immediately put on an expression of watching the fun and touched his knee with his own: "Hey, are you her boyfriend?"
"No." Wen Zichuan was speechless, but out of politeness, he forced out two words.
"Why are you afraid to admit it? I'm not her parent. But Zhou Yitang is about to take the high school entrance exam. If she fails to get into a key high school because of premature love, you can't bear the responsibility."
“……?”
Wen Zichuan was stunned for two seconds before realizing that he was going to play a role in a campus drama with makeup on tonight.
During the curtain call, he ran to the fire escape to get some fresh air and missed the group makeup removal. The suitcase he brought with him was also taken away by the staff cleaning the backstage, so he didn't have time to change his clothes.
I originally thought that this performance costume was not something strange, so I could wear it home, wash it, and return it, which would leave a good impression on the organizer.
Although his clothes and makeup gave him a somewhat student-like look, his stature was clearly that of an adult. The other party mistook him for the boyfriend of an underage fan, which was simply picking on him.
Seeing him remain silent, the chicken coop man assumed he was guilty, so he coughed and continued, "Young people, I understand your yearning for beautiful love, but you have to know when to stop, right? You haven't completed your studies yet, and haven't experienced the hardships of life. How can you understand the difference between true love and a spur-of-the-moment impulse?"
"Are you sick?" After working all day, Wen Zichuan was exhausted both physically and mentally, so his tone was naturally not very good.
"How can you talk like that?!" The chicken coop man bared his teeth in hatred. "You're the one with the problem, aren't you? Do you know she's only fifteen?! She's young and naive, don't you understand that either?!"
Wen Zichuan frowned. He could mention his profession to prove himself, but he couldn't say for sure whether this man, with his outspoken nature, would exaggerate what happened tonight and post it online.
He certainly doesn't have many works or popularity, and he doesn't have many fans, but no one wants to see a screen full of negative news when searching for themselves, right?
But then again, just now on the phone, he said that he was not Zhou Yitang's family member.
"What is your relationship with her?" Wen Zichuan looked up and glanced at her with disgust.
"Roommate, roommate." The man in the chicken coop said casually.
Oh, roommate.
Roommate???
The date on the clinic's display jumped a number, and Wen Zichuan's swollen sleepiness was suddenly dispersed like egg white beaten in a bowl.
How can a man in his twenties and a girl of fifteen share a house?
He recalled some news reports he had read not long ago. Some men, in order to satisfy their bad habits, used PUA to manipulate women through romantic relationships, belittling and suppressing them while using sweet words. The younger the women, the easier it was for them to be mentally controlled by them.
If a girl falls into the trap, her life will be over.
Wen Zichuan's expression was even colder than before: "Call her parents and ask them to come pick her up."
The chicken coop man spread his hands and said, "I called, but no one answered. I guess he's asleep."
Now it was Wen Zichuan's turn to grin. What kind of parents would be so careless as to sleep peacefully when their daughter went out late at night and didn't come back?
He didn't even draft a lie, which shows that he is a habitual offender. We still need to call the police.
He took out his cell phone, opened the keyboard, and pressed "110" one by one.
"What are you doing!" The chicken coop man grabbed his phone fiercely. "Why did you call the police?"
"Let go!" Wen Zichuan shouted coldly, but considering that it was a public place, he lowered his voice.
"Can't you just talk it out nicely?" The chicken coop man gripped his wrist tightly, as if afraid he'd run away. "Calling the police now will have consequences that will be more serious than if you were to date an underage girl."
Wen Zichuan has always resisted physical contact with others. The other person's warm hands wrapped around his were even more disgusting than the knee-to-knee contact just now. The sticky feeling of skin touching skin instantly made the fire in his stomach burn to his heart.
"I'm talking about your uncle!" He is not a soft persimmon that can be bullied by others. He can mind other people's business, but he is definitely not afraid of trouble.
The chicken coop man didn't expect that the other party would suddenly attack him.
He was 1.85 meters tall and as light as a ball of cotton. He was suddenly knocked to the ground by him, and then his bent knees pushed him hard onto the lounge chair behind him.
"Oh shit!" The most painful part of his tailbone was his coccyx after falling in this position. Even with the cushion of his pajamas, he still gasped in pain.
"What is your relationship with her?!" Wen Zichuan stared at him viciously.
"Hiss... you f**k, you f**k..." The chicken coop man was dizzy from the fall. He wasn't good at swearing, so he stammered out a few greetings. "Just be friends, I'm not your love rival. Why are you so mean..."
Damn it, there is still a next episode for this imaginary plot.
Wen Zichuan really wanted to punch him, or even break open his head to see what kind of junk was inside.
When the star-chasing girl Zhou Yitang was helped out by the nurse, she happened to see the two of them wrestling on the lounge chair like a piece of freshly-cooked fried dough stick. The two beauties, one big and one small, were completely stunned.
"Hey, there's a fight in the hospital, we have to call the police." The nurse glanced at the one who was beaten, her tone intriguing.
"No, no, we can't call the police!" Zhou Yitang shook his head frantically. "Sorry to bother you, sister. They brought me here. Now that the medicine has been applied, let's go home."
Seeing that the two handsome guys did not continue to fight each other, the nurse shook her head, and instructed the injured person on the dressing change time and precautions before returning to the clinic.
As soon as she left, the atmosphere became even weirder.
Zhou Yitang bared his teeth at the chicken coop man, meaning how could he look like this in front of others!
The chicken coop man was pinned to the ground by a knee, feeling the man's strength pressing against his lungs. He couldn't speak, and could only use his eyes to signal, "I came to the hospital to pick you up with good intentions, but was beaten by a man I don't know where he came from. You should at least compensate him for his emotional damage."
"It's okay, don't be afraid, he won't bully you again." Wen Zichuan couldn't understand the expressions between the two, but when he thought about what Zhou Yitang might have experienced, he unconsciously became much gentler and kinder when speaking to her, "Here, take my phone and contact your parents and ask them to pick you up."
"Teacher Wen, he didn't bully me." Zhou Yitang said embarrassedly.
"You are still young and don't understand the methods of people like them. When you grow up, you will definitely regret it." Wen Zichuan thought about how to persuade her to turn back from the wrong path.
The chicken coop man slumped on a bench, the blazing white light illuminating his features. Wen Zichuan's high nose bridge and angular jawline were right in front of his eyes. He realized that the man known as "Teacher Wen" was wearing a thick layer of makeup, the kind used only for stage performances. This made his already deep features even more three-dimensional, making him look like a cool and handsome guy in a movie or TV series.
Considering Zhou Yitang's daily behavior and her servile expression, this person should not be her early love boyfriend, but a voice actor participating in the "Sound Power" Voice Actor Festival at the National Exhibition and Convention Center.
Being suppressed by a man with a cool face and sweet voice, the chicken coop man's heart inexplicably skipped a beat.
Tonight, the spring breeze is intoxicating and the night is pleasant. A "male with a male hobby" slept at home for half the night, but allowed Zhou Yitang, a young and naive female human cub, to meet such a beautiful superstar.
Is it reasonable?!
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