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The problem was that the guy wasn't exactly a quiet one. After a whole night of tossing and turning, he should have been resting, but just as I finally dozed off, he rolled into our room in his wheelchair.
"Look at you," Fatty said with a smile. "Your combat ability is pretty strong; after a night of chaos, you're still up and about."
Ouyang Jian glanced at Fatty, momentarily lost in thought. Cautiously, he replied, "Brother isn't an ordinary person. He carries a certain aura."
I had been half-asleep in Changsha when their conversation jolted me awake. Clearly, they were two kindred spirits.
I sat up, and the two of them exchanged glances without acknowledging me. I felt like an outsider watching them. It seemed they were ready to go head-to-head. One was annoyingly ugly, and the other was just plain bad—both were quite irritating.
Last night, a tall, rich, and ugly guy had come over next door. Fatty had joked, "You know what they say: old men dislike dark pigs."
In our circle, we referred to the old man as "the crow." Naturally, I wasn't pleased to hear that; I considered myself quite handsome. The lack of female attention was all due to my profession.
"Just look at yourself. My image may not be that of a dashing hero or as handsome as Pan An, but I’d say I'm at least nine-tenths handsome. Just slightly less than Huang Xiaoming's friends."
"Dude, if you're just slightly worse than Huang Bo, you might as well stop flattering yourself."
His words nearly made me spit blood in anger. Perhaps this was one reason for my insomnia.
"Think about it. If you really were handsome, from school days until now, has any girl ever confessed to you? Even hints count." Fatty never missed an opportunity to poke fun at me, especially since there was no one else around to target. "No? Don't flatter yourself; I wouldn't dare call myself a handsome guy, and you think you can jump out and declare yourself one?"
I knew there was no way to silence him. He wouldn’t stop until he had enough of living. I had no choice but to self-hypnotize and treat it like barking dogs.
I didn't even have decent clothes; what I wore was barely better than rags. The holes burned into my clothes and the tears made what was once a sturdy jacket look like a tattered sack draped over me. There was no way I could step outside without feeling embarrassed.
At that moment, Ouyang Jian looked at my shabby outfit with curiosity. Fatty didn’t have much better attire either; his ragged clothes left little to the imagination—his backside was practically exposed. But at least he had a hospital gown on; although it didn’t fit well, it covered him adequately.
Ouyang Jian glanced at me again before turning his attention back to Fatty. "Where's the big brother making money? Your injury looks pretty serious."
Fatty was suddenly energized with a new target for his antics. He told Ouyang Jian a revamped story about Zhong Kui capturing ghosts, where the protagonist was transformed into a Fatty, and I became the sidekick in the tale. Ouyang Jian listened, stunned.
Once Fatty finished his story, he didn’t forget to ask Ouyang Jian, “What happened to you?”
Ouyang Jian pointed to his propped-up leg. “I had a few drinks earlier and went joyriding.”
Hearing this made me furious. Serves him right.
“You drank and still drove? Are you trying to get yourself killed?” Fatty scolded Ouyang Jian without holding back, his tone full of authority.
“It wasn’t me driving. It was my buddy.”
“Oh, that makes sense. Your buddy must be reckless behind the wheel.”
“He’s careful enough. But he had been drinking too.”
“Damn, isn’t that the same thing?”
Ouyang Jian shrugged it off with a nonchalant smile.
Just then, the phone rang. Ouyang Jian pulled out a flip phone from his pocket and started chatting away. His Mandarin mixed with dialect made it hard for me to understand, but it seemed like he was flirting with some girl. He was purely a stallion, with no thoughts beyond mating.
Fatty glanced at his phone and his eyes lit up. Without waiting for Ouyang Jian to finish his call, he shouted, “Ouyang, let me borrow your phone!”
Upon hearing this, Ouyang Jian hung up immediately and tossed the phone to Fatty as casually as if he were throwing a piece of bread.
Watching Fatty catch the phone made me break into a cold sweat. At that time, smartphones weren’t widespread yet, and this one was a genuine brand; if it broke, we couldn’t afford to pay for it.
Fortunately, Fatty had good reflexes and caught the phone smoothly before dialing a number.
I thought for a moment and moved closer. As I approached, I heard a mournful voice on the phone. "Someone has taken over our place."
On the other end was Huang Hai, speaking alone, but there were definitely others around, as the background noise was quite loud.
As soon as Fatty heard this, he couldn't stay still. He suddenly sat up and shouted into the phone, "You can't even keep an eye on the door? Who the hell has the guts to challenge me?"
"I—"
Huang Hai's voice abruptly cut off, as if someone had silenced him.
"It's me." A crisp and cold voice came through the phone.
"Tang Family Girl!" Fatty gritted his teeth. "Is Xiao Ting there? Let her talk."
Immediately, a warm and flattering expression appeared on Fatty's face. "Xiao Ting, how are you? I've missed you so much."
Then Fatty glanced cautiously at me and Ouyang Jian. With a shift of his legs, he actually got out of bed, grinning foolishly as he walked into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.
After a long while, Fatty emerged from the bathroom and said to me, "Let's go home; we're leaving today."
I quietly rubbed my fingers together to signal him that we didn't have any money.
Fatty chuckled. "That's not a problem."
He turned to Ouyang Jian. "Ouyang, want to play a more exciting game? I can introduce you to a girl; trust me, she's a beauty like you've never seen in your life. Interested?"
"Bro, are you really taking me out? I'd love that! Where are we going? I'll call someone to book the tickets."
Listening to their conversation made me feel uneasy. Was Fatty trying to get us into trouble?
Tang Yumo was the designated target for Fatty. The Hakka Girl, despite her seemingly weak physique, was definitely not lacking in skill or determination compared to Fatty. Handing over that sickly young master to her would surely result in some serious consequences for him. However, since this high and mighty figure was already in a bad state, it didn't matter if things got worse.
I patted my pocket. "Let's buy train tickets; we've lost our IDs."
Ouyang Jian excitedly grabbed the phone and ordered four train tickets. Soft sleeper, booking a whole compartment.
Seeing Ouyang Jian's excitement, I couldn't bear to discourage him too harshly. "Ouyang, you're still injured. Are you sure you can manage? Why not wait until you're healed before you come find us? We won't be going anywhere anytime soon. We'll wait for you."
"Why not? You don't need your legs for that kind of thing," Ouyang Jian replied with a rather foolish remark.
I felt like I was being struck by lightning from his words. Fine, if you're willing to take the risk, I'll be there to bury you when the time comes. Tang Yumo will deal with you, and Fatty can take the blame while I just watch how it all unfolds.
The refund from the hospital wouldn't be available anytime soon, and I'd have to rely on this big spender for the fare home. I stopped trying to persuade him, and without even completing the discharge procedures, I pushed Ouyang Jian out of the hospital.
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