I've been reborn, but you still think I'm a PUA?

Xu Yang took out his cell phone and showed Wang Beibei's photo to the three people.

"Is it this woman?"

"It's her! I'd recognize her even if she turned to ash!" Scar held up four fingers. "Brother, I swear to God, everything I said is true. This woman ordered me to do this. Please be magnanimous and let us go!"

Xu Yang sneered: "I don't believe it. You can't provide any evidence that you were ordered to do it."

Wang Beibei is a very smart woman. She gave the three hundred yuan in cash and there is no transfer record to check.

Even if Xu Yang brought these three gangsters to Li Jiahao and told him everything Wang Beibei had done, Li Jiahao probably wouldn't believe it.

Unexpectedly, Scarface glared and said, "Yes, we have evidence!"

After saying that, he hurriedly took out his cell phone.

"When this woman came to us, we were recording a video. I thought I had turned off the video, but when I looked at it later I realized that I hadn't. We happened to record the whole process, but this woman was only out of the frame for a very short second."

Xu Yang's eyes lit up: "Take it out and have a look."

I took the phone and saw a video of three people bullying a young child in a corner, with all kinds of swear words coming out.

He rolled his eyes at the three of them. He had no time to watch the extremely disgusting video, so he directly moved the progress bar to two-thirds.

In the video, only the part below Wang Beibei's waist can be seen, but the voice is recorded very clearly, and anyone who has heard her songs can recognize her at once.

"I'll give you three hundred yuan to smash an old woman's stall. Will you do it?"

The words ended with the laughter of Scar Brother and the other two: "Three hundred yuan, such a good deal? You are not trying to trick us, are you?"

"Just tell me if you dare or not!"

"Fuck! Why not?" This was Scarhead's voice.

"Very good, you can take this money."

A little red of banknotes appeared in the camera, and Scar Brother couldn't wait to reach out and borrow the money. Then the shaking phone recorded Wang Beibei's whole body in these few seconds.

"It's real money, right? I won't lie to you."

"Okay, tell us how to smash it."

"It's simple. The old woman you're going to hit is a fruit seller at the market. She only has a grandson who works as a bartender, so she doesn't have any background. Don't worry, I don't care how you hit her, but you must injure her legs in the end. Don't hit her too hard. Then I'll show up, and when I show up, you three must act scared and run without looking back. Do you understand?"

The three of them had never heard of such a bizarre request: "I've already destroyed my stall, and I'm still afraid of you?"

Wang Beibei emphasized, "Don't worry about it. When I run out, I'll yell that the police are coming. Anyway, you just have to run away!"

"Okay, okay, then when do you want to smash it?"

"Now, follow me."

Then the camera started to shake, probably because they were on the road. The recording ended soon after, probably because the end button was pressed accidentally.

Xu Yang breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this. With this video, Wang Beibei's "life-saving favor" to Li Jiahao's grandmother could be overturned.

He sent the video to his phone: "You guys also robbed the old lady of her money, right?"

Scarhead felt guilty and suddenly stopped talking.

"Whatever you have left, give it back to Grandma."

The three of them looked at each other, and finally uttered, "The flowers are all gone..."

The old lady’s fruits were not easy to sell. She could only make one or two hundred yuan a day at most, which she spent on a few packs of cigarettes. How could she have kept any money until now?

Xu Yang narrowed his eyes, threw Scarhead's phone back, and said coldly: "If you don't learn your lesson, that's all for today. I'll pass by here again in the future, don't let me see you bullying others again!"

Scarhead took the phone and breathed a sigh of relief as if he had been pardoned.

……

Meanwhile, in a restaurant.

Li Jiahao came breathlessly: "Beibei, you've been waiting for a long time. I'm late, but don't worry, I will definitely not be late next time."

"By the way, have you ordered? I'll pay this time."

He was speaking excitedly, but found that Wang Beibei had a heavy face and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Li Jiahao noticed something was wrong, and the smile on his face froze. He asked cautiously, "What's wrong?"

Then, Wang Beibei took out a report and put it on the table, pushing it towards Li Jiahao: "The report of our last physical examination at the hospital is out, take a look."

The three words "Li Jiahao" were bolded and enlarged in the report. The name seemed to become a spell, causing Li Jiahao's heart to tighten.

Is there something wrong with his body?

He reached out and picked up the report, flipping through it. He couldn't understand the piles of English characters and numbers until the last line:

"The patient is suspected of having a hereditary mental illness."

With a loud "boom", something collapsed in Li Jiahao's world.

"Beibei, stop joking...this isn't funny!"

How could he have a hereditary neurotic disease?

He is obviously healthy!

Li Jiahao stared at Wang Beibei, trying to find a hint of joking on her face.

However, Wang Beibei's expression was heavy, her eyes moist, and she looked unwilling to accept it. She took a deep breath:

"Jiahao, I'm not kidding. This is your medical report. How could it be fake?"

Li Jiahao shook his head and wanted to say something but his throat was blocked.

Maybe it was because of the pain that he lost his voice.

The next second, Wang Beibei held his hand tightly again: "Jiahao, don't be afraid. The report only says it's suspected. If you don't have it, let's go to the hospital for another check-up!"

Hope ignited in Li Jiahao's heart again, and his voice was hoarse: "Yes, we are doing a check!"

Half an hour later, the two arrived at the hospital together.

Li Jiahao was sitting on the stainless steel bench outside the psychiatric department, feeling very uncomfortable. The slightest noise coming from the closed door beside him would make him anxious.

Suddenly, there was a "click" sound, and Wang Beibei turned the door handle and came out, a tear sliding down her scarlet eyes:

"Jiahao, you really..."

Li Jiahao stood in front of her, his heart like a dead bird falling straight down from a cliff, never reaching the bottom.

"No, it's impossible."

He snatched the medical record from Wang Beibei's hand and flipped through it. The words on the last page, "It is confirmed to be a hereditary mental illness, and the probability of onset increases with age," pricked his eyes like a needle!

"How can this be!"

He roared, like the howl of a dying beast.

He is still so young and his life has just begun, how could he be diagnosed with mental illness...

Li Jiahao squatted on the ground, sobbing and crying.

"Jiahao, don't be afraid, I will always be with you!"

As Wang Beibei spoke, she also squatted down to hold him, patting his back to comfort him.

However, where Li Jiahao couldn't see, a ferocious smile flashed across her face, and there was sarcasm in her eyes.

I'm sorry, there is only one person who can enter Feiyang Studio.

This person is her, Wang Beibei!

Li Jiahao, just be a "mental patient" who can only write songs!