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Chapter 69: Are You Zhao Zicheng?
Recalling Chen Yimo and Luo Yun's stature, then looking at Zhao Zicheng still chuckling foolishly, Yu Sheng couldn't help but shiver.
Imagine one day in the future, a gorilla stands in front of you, holding a photo proudly saying, "Look, wasn't I handsome back in the day?"
Just the thought was spine-chilling.
Most importantly... Yu Sheng suddenly grew curious about what Luo Yun and Chen Yimo looked like before they entered Spirit Martial Academy.
Suddenly, Zhao Zicheng's phone beeped.
Yu Sheng glanced at the message and interrupted Zhao Zicheng's daydreaming, "Why don't you check the new message?"
Zhao Zicheng paused, then instinctively looked.
"I..."
"Holy shit!"
"Mo Pavilion Academy sent me an assessment invitation!!!"
Zhao Zicheng's face flushed with excitement, he slammed the coffee table and yelled.
He didn't even care if his hand hurt...
Yu Sheng pointed at the coffee table and pondered for a second, "Your phone is broken."
It was the hand holding the phone that Zhao Zicheng had used to hit the table.
"Hahaha, never mind!"
"Now I have truly honored my ancestors, even my dad, the little Director of the Security Bureau, will have to call me 'sir!'"
"Let him hold meetings for me every day, teach me!"
"After I graduate, I must find a way to come back and become the lord of Mobei. Then, I'll be the one calling meetings for him every day!"
A sinister smile appeared on Zhao Zicheng's lips.
It was hard to imagine what he must have endured at home.
"But your assessment invitation is... still in the phone."
Yu Sheng thought about it and still said it.
Zhao Zicheng's smile gradually stiffened, and he shakily lifted his head to look at the ruined phone, on the verge of tears.
"It’s just the screen that's broken."
"It can still be fixed."
He soon breathed a sigh of relief, sitting on the sofa, panting, a look of having narrowly escaped disaster on his face.
His forehead was covered in sweat.
But people always tend to invite trouble.
"What do you call this?"
"Survived a great disaster!"
"Heh, in the near future, my name... Zhao Zicheng will be known throughout all of humanity!"
"For the next several decades, I will be the one to write the stories of our people."
"Because I am... Zhao Zicheng!"
With a hint of pride, he stood up, struck a handsome pose, and flicked his flowing hair. Closing his eyes, he seemed utterly immersed in his own grandeur.
Yu Sheng just watched, silently.
The temperature in the room seemed to drop slightly.
A slightly ferocious voice came from behind him.
"So..."
"You're the one named Zhao Zicheng???"
The voice was clearly suppressing its violent emotions, teeth clenched, enunciating each word.
It was like the calm before a volcanic eruption.
Zhao Zicheng turned around bewildered, only to see a vaguely familiar face.
"You are..."
Zhao Zicheng asked instinctively.
The middle-aged man smiled tightly, staring intently at him: "I am the hooligan you reported for harassing women, the one you personally sent to solitary confinement, Yu Sanshui."
"If it wasn't for an old... friend bailing me out, I wouldn't have been able to pay you back so soon for your little report."
"The world... is really small, isn't it?"
Although Yu Sanshui was smiling, his eyes were rapidly scanning the room.
He quickly picked up a mop from the corner...
"Uncle!"
"Uncle, listen to me, I can explain. I really can... really!"
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"Damn, this mop hasn’t been washed in years."
"Yu Sheng, I'm getting out of here, we’ll talk on the phone later."
Zhao Zicheng, clutching his head, fled in disarray, continuously shouting as he ran.
"Uncle, fortunes change, remember, don’t bully the poor just because you can!"
Zhao Zicheng's figure had already run far, but his defiant shout still echoed in the room.
Yu Sanshui, panting heavily, threw down the mop, leaned against the door, and continued to curse: "What kind of person is this!"
"I just read his palm and he reports me."
"Why does he have to meddle so much?"
"Does he really think the Security Bureau is his family’s business?"
"Do you know this guy?"
While cursing, Yu Sanshui turned to Yu Sheng and asked.
Yu Sheng nodded calmly: "Yes, his father is the Director of the Security Bureau."
Yu Sanshui's hand, which was resting on the door frame, suddenly weakened, and he almost fell to the ground: "What did you say... say what?"
He was visibly flustered.
Had he spoken too loudly just now?
Yu Sheng remained silent, offering no further response.
"Right, I heard there were exams recently, how did they go?"
Yu Sanshui asked, attempting a smile despite the awkwardness.
Yu Sheng nodded: "Not bad."
"Not bad is good, not bad is good."
Yu Sanshui muttered to himself, and the room fell silent again, the atmosphere turning slightly eerie.
Yu Sheng's phone beeped.
He picked it up.
Glancing at the message that had come through, Yu Sheng seemed distracted, his hand subconsciously touching his backpack.
He stood up, slung the backpack over his shoulder, and walked towards the door.
"Where are you going?"
Yu Sanshui, who had just changed into pajamas, watched Yu Sheng's departing figure and asked.
Yu Sheng didn't stop: "I have things to handle."
"Oh."
"Then... be careful..."
Yu Sanshui hesitated for a few seconds before speaking.
But by the time he spoke, Yu Sheng was already far away.
Yu Sanshui chuckled self-deprecatingly, shaking his head as he sat down on the couch, his nose twitching slightly, his brow furrowing.
He bent down to inspect a smear of blood on the edge of the coffee table, then sat upright again quickly.
Leaning back on the couch, he hummed a tune, pulled out his phone, and scrolled through his contacts until he found one to call.
"Hello, it's me..."
Yu Sanshui's voice was low, his expression turning serious.
Rarely so earnest.
"I swear, I really was on a business trip these last few days, just got home and called you right away!"
"How could I? You are my everything."
"Really, I'm not lying."
"Alright, wait for me at home, I'll be right there."
He hung up the phone.
Yu Sanshui sprang up, opened his wardrobe and carefully chose his clothes, opting for a tracksuit.
Casual, effortless, yet with a mature charm of a middle-aged man.
Dazzling.
He adjusted his hair in the mirror, satisfied, then his expression turned slightly troubled: "Ah, sometimes being too charming is a burden."
"Xiao Li... hehe..."
"I'm coming!"
He chuckled roguishly, cleared his throat, and put on a stern face. After a moment, he picked up a pair of glasses and put them on.
With that, he left the house.