Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

The cleaned floral quilt returned to its dirty state as when it was first picked up, lying miserably in the sewage puddle, being soaked mercilessly by the rain.

A man in his forties was lying on Song Xun's original position, gnawing on a roast chicken with his head down. His face was greasy and the oil on his fingers dripped onto his clean cardboard box, making a mess.

Song Xun clenched his fists, walked closer and stood in front of him: "This is my place."

The man spat out a mouthful of bones, his eyes fell on Song Xun's thin arms and legs, and said disdainfully: "It's mine now."

Song Xun felt that he was being unreasonable and said seriously, "You even threw my quilt away."

"Throw it away, what can you do about it?" The man kicked off the black blanket on his body, stood up, and was twice as big as Song Xun. "Let's fight?"

He should be working at a construction site nearby. He has a muscular body but is not very tall. However, he is tall enough compared to Song Xun.

After having his nest occupied and his quilt thrown into a puddle of sewage, it was not worth it to be beaten up. Song Xun decided to stay calm and took two cautious steps back.

996 sneered: "If you are a coward, then so be it. Why are you making up so many excuses?"

Song Xun: "We should adopt a rational and peaceful approach to resolve conflicts."

Old man Li at the side cast a helpless look at him. Song Xun expressed his understanding. No matter what, it was unrealistic to expect an old man in his seventies to fight against a middle-aged man carrying bricks at a construction site.

Song Xun didn't go too far. He squatted behind a locust tree two hundred meters away from the overpass and stayed there for three hours.

996 wondered, "You are acting as a stone sculpture here."

There were too many mosquitoes, and Song Xun slapped himself in the face: "I am looking for an opportunity to resolve the conflict rationally and peacefully."

As if he saw something, he stood up from the ground, and after the numbness in his legs had healed, he headed under the overpass.

While the man was walking out, Song Xun successfully sneaked back to his lair. With the mentality of destroying both himself and his family, Tuanba Tuanba threw the cardboard box and quilt that now belonged to that man into the pond, making them neighbors with his floral quilt.

996: "I thought you had no temper."

A world has disappeared, and its host is still very cowardly, but he has learned to resist secretly, which is cause for celebration.

Song Xun clapped his hands and suddenly heard Old Man Li coughing frantically behind him. He had always been in good health and had no colds or bronchial or lung diseases.

Song Xun started running, and behind him he heard a man's furious roar.

"Fuck you, you dare to touch my things, you little bastard!"

Song Xun didn't dare to look back and just rushed forward. He knew his own limitations and believed that trying to compete with others physically would be tantamount to seeking death and he would be caught up soon.

He changed direction and ran straight towards the extensive Mashui Lane.

Song Xun thought about the last time he got lost and felt that it should work the same way on men.

Disappointingly, the man seemed to be very familiar with the place and even took a shortcut to block the area in advance.

996 felt that he had praised too early: "If you think about it, you will know that he lives nearby. Would he be as stupid as you to get lost and fall into the trap?"

Song Xun was panting anxiously, leaving him no time to speak. The man was still shouting that he would break his legs. His expression was extremely ferocious and terrifying, and he didn't look like he was just talking.

People nowadays are too violent. Song Xun turned around and ran in another direction, but he couldn't keep up with the pace. He had already started thinking whether he should protect his head or his legs first if he was caught.

He looked up to observe the terrain and was suddenly attracted by a figure in front of him. At that moment, an unknown sense of security prompted him to run towards the figure.

After finishing tutoring two high school students today, Zhang Weisheng took a job as a translator for a temporary meeting at a company. The company was generous and both parties exchanged contact information.

It was rare for Zhang Weisheng to come back early. He bought his favorite prawns and prepared to fry them.

His footsteps were no longer as heavy as before, and could even be said to be leisurely. The next moment, he felt a weight on his back. Zhang Weisheng turned around and looked at the person behind him.

He didn't need to think too much to recall the past and he was deeply impressed by those eyes.

The thief who bit him that day.

It seemed like they had gotten into some trouble again. A man not far away who was cursing was coming towards them with a clear goal.

"You're quite a runner, aren't you? Today I'll show you what a runner really is."

"Who are you? Stop meddling in other people's business and get out of here." The man pushed Zhang Weisheng away, who was in the way. However, he accidentally knocked the black plastic bag in Zhang Weisheng's hand to the ground.

The man kicked the bag on the ground open, and the lively shrimps immediately flew out of it, some of which fell into the ditch on the side of the road.

"I told you to fucking get out, or I'll take you with me—"

"Bam—"

Before the man could finish his words, he was kicked to the ground with a heavy thud.

He didn't react until he felt the pain. He was furious and stood up, punching Zhang Weisheng.

Zhang Weisheng easily avoided the punch and kicked him again.

Having grown up in such a mixed place, without the protection of his father and with a gentle but beautiful mother, Zhang Weisheng knows best what to use to intimidate and protect himself.

Although Zhang Weisheng looked thin, he was fierce and cold when fighting, and every punch hit the flesh, which made Song Xun stunned.

He now understood that Zhang Weisheng had been too lenient with him last time. It couldn't even be considered a fight. At best, it was just children playing house and pulling hair.

The man didn't gain any advantage and was finally beaten so hard that he surrendered and begged for mercy.

Zhang Weisheng was calm, except for his somewhat rapid breathing. He said calmly, "You dropped my shrimp."

The man lost his previous arrogance and squatted on the ground to pick up the shrimps scattered by Zhang Weisheng and put them back into the bag.

But most of them had already rushed into the sewer. He handed the bag to Zhang Weisheng, and when he saw that he didn't say anything, he ran away quickly.

Song Xun glanced at Zhang Weisheng, who had no expression on his face but still looked very serious, and expressed his gratitude sincerely: "Thank you for helping me just now."

Zhang Weisheng looked at him for a long time and felt that the last warning was not enough. He was still causing trouble and did not change.

"If you want to thank someone, thank it." Zhang Weisheng raised the shrimp in his hand, "I wouldn't have taken action without it today."

Song Xun looked at the bag of shrimps, bowed his head and thanked again: "Thank you, big shrimp."

The corners of Zhang Weisheng's mouth twitched. Feeling the vibration of the phone in his pocket, he took out his phone and took a look.

Song Xun's vigilance reached its peak at this time. Seeing Zhang Weisheng's actions, he quickly stepped back. Belatedly, he realized that he and Zhang Weisheng were not in a relationship where they could have a pleasant chat.

He stared at his phone and asked carefully, "Are you calling the police?"

Zhang Weisheng replied to the message and took a part-time job as a ghostwriter, saying casually, "The address has been sent. It's still in time if you run now."