Huayu: Don't force me to be a master

Qian Lang didn't move.

It's not that I don't want to move, it's that the heat in my body hasn't dissipated yet.

Those images, those moves, that murderous intent still resonate deep within his bones.

He could feel that he had changed—not that he had become stronger, but that he had become "lighter".

So light it could bounce at any moment, so light that the movements of the people opposite it seemed as slow as if they were in water.

"Qian Lang, what else do you have to say?"

Lin Zhiying spoke again, his face smiling gently, as if he had him completely under his thumb.

Qian Lang stared at that face.

How many times has that face appeared in front of him these past few days?

hypocrite!

This is so damn annoying.

"I told you," Qian Lang's voice turned serious, "I didn't post it."

"Oh,"

Lin Zhiying chuckled, took two steps forward, stood in front of Qian Lang, and looked down at him.

"Does it matter if it's you or not? Kid, haven't you figured it out yet? I'm going to play you to death!"

Lin Zhiying spoke in a drawn-out tone.

He still had a smile on his face.

But Qian Lang felt as if he were being watched by a venomous snake.

How could a person be so wicked?

Everyone gets to pick up girls based on their own abilities; if you can't, then resort to underhanded tactics.

Ha ha!

The grief and indignation on Qian Lang's face intensified.

He shouted.

"You're bullying me!"

Then he moved!

*Smack!*

Suddenly, he slapped Lin Zhiying hard across the face!

Lin Zhiying was too close. He wanted to get away, but could he really get away?

Qian Lang's slap was quite forceful.

It knocked Lin Zhiying's head to the side.

At the same time, this slap startled everyone.

"Qian Lang, how dare you hit someone!"

Zhang Jizhong shouted.

Lin Zhiying recovered a little. He felt a burning pain on his face—no, it wasn't a facial pain.

Instead, I felt sorry for him; he'd been in this business for so long, when had he ever been beaten up?

And it was a slap in the face.

"You dare hit me..."

*Smack!*

Lin Zhiying was hit again before he could finish speaking.

Moreover, it's symmetrical.

That was the left side just now, now it's the right side.

Both sides of my face are visibly swollen.

This shows how ruthless Qian Lang was.

SB!

Qian Lang cursed inwardly.

If you're that close, who else should I hit?

"Slap~" "Slap~~", and so on!

"Quick, quick, stop him!"

Zhang Jizhong shouted.

Only then did the security guards realize what was happening and rushed towards Qian Lang.

Good timing!

The leader was the strongest, and he was carrying a rubber baton. As soon as he saw Qian Lang, he swung it and started hitting him without saying a word.

The money didn't recede; instead, it surged forward.

The rubber stick grazed his ear, missing by two centimeters.

It wasn't that he dodged quickly; it was that he saw it clearly—the trajectory of the stick seemed ridiculously slow to him.

He stepped into the security guard's arms.

Iron Mountain Lean.

The moment his shoulder touched the other person's chest, he withdrew seven-tenths of his strength.

Even three points is enough.

The security guard was thrown backward as if he had been hit by a car, his feet leaving the ground. He crashed into the door frame with a thud, slid down, and collapsed there, clutching his chest and gasping for breath.

The second security guard's fist arrived.

Qian Lang sidestepped the punch, grabbed the opponent's wrist with his right hand, pulled him into his arms, and at the same time slammed his shoulder into the opponent's armpit.

A variation of the "sticking to the mountain" technique.

The man flew sideways, crashed onto the sofa, bounced once, and rolled to the floor.

The third security guard stopped.

He looked at Qian Lang, his Adam's apple bobbing, and took a step back, then another.

Qian Lang didn't look at him.

Instead, he looked at Zhang Jizhong, Zhao Tong, Zhou Xiaowen, Zhao Jian, and others!

Then came the tiger descending the mountain!

Since we're going to fight, we won't let a single one escape.

Qian Lang swept through the crowd with unparalleled ease, utterly crushing the remaining men.

In particular, they took extra care of Zhao Tong, that ungrateful wretch who can't be tamed.

"Brother Lang, I won't do it again, please don't hit me."

Unfortunately, there's no going back.

Two minutes later, the entire conference room was filled with wails.

There were only two people standing.

Qian Lang and Lin Zhiying!

At this moment, Qian Lang looked at this ageless male god with a mocking expression... no, this pig-headed male god, whose face had already been slapped into a pig's head by Qian Lang.

"You...you mustn't do anything reckless...I'll call the police."

Lin Zhiying spoke in a flustered manner.

He never expected Qian Lang to be such a good fighter.

If he had known earlier, he would never have messed with Qian Lang.

No matter how rich or famous you are, you're nothing compared to these people.

Because, they can completely disregard the rules of the game with you.

Qian Lang smiled upon hearing this.

He was initially worried that the other party would call the police, but there were so many reporters outside.

When the police arrived, things got really funny.

Lin Chih-ying getting his head beaten up like a pig's head will definitely be tomorrow's entertainment headline.

Of course, there's also the fact that the "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" production team was completely overwhelmed.

This is an unbearable consequence for both Zhang Jizhong and Lin Zhiying.

So he's very calm now.

Of course, he was careful in his actions, and these people only suffered minor injuries at most.

Besides, he's not afraid even if the police come... he'll just be detained!

"Fine, I'll wait for you to call the police!"

Qian Lang smiled as he spoke to Lin Zhiying.

"Can't report it, oh dear..."

Zhang Jizhong fell to the ground, shouting.

As soon as he saw Qian Lang coming, he lay down on the ground.

Even so, he still got kicked in the stomach by Qian Lang, and almost threw up his leftover dinner from the night before.

"Hehe! Producer Zhang, please lie down. I'll talk to Teacher Lin first and then come find you."

Qian Lang said with a cold laugh.

Then he looked at Lin Zhiying.

"Kneel down!"

Lin Zhiying listened, feeling as if she were hearing a fairy tale; the other party actually...

*Smack!*

Lin Zhiying hesitated for a moment, and another slap rang out.

"Kneel down!"

"you,,,"

*Smack!*

"I've given you permission to speak, so kneel down! Of course, if you can avoid kneeling, then I'd...

Qian Lang didn't finish his sentence.

Because Lin Zhiying knelt down!

It hurts so much!

My face was swollen like a pig's head, and every slap was burning hot.

His kneeling brought a sense of relief to the others.

If Lin Chih-ying is too strong, what will they do in a little while?

"cut!"

Qian Lang looked at Lin Zhiying, who was already kneeling with his head down, and scoffed disdainfully.

"Teacher Lin, I welcome you to come and seek revenge, but... I hope you've heard the saying, 'Those with nothing to lose aren't afraid of those with shoes.' You're porcelain, and I'm an earthenware pot. Think it through!"

"No, it can't be..."

Lin Zhiying knelt on the ground and spoke indistinctly.

revenge?

He was so scared he almost lost his courage.

He wants to go back to Taiwan right now; he doesn't want to stay on this land for even a second longer, and he won't come back in the future.

As for Duan Yu... he's not playing the role anymore!

Too dangerous!

Seeing that Lin Zhiying was quite honest, Qian Lang didn't bother with him anymore.

Instead, he went to Zhang Jizhong's side and politely helped him.

"Producer Zhang, are you alright? Look at you, you've made such a mess of things. You must have been instigated by some scoundrel!"

"Hey, Xiao Qian, I admit my mistake!"

Zhang Jizhong said with a sigh.

He's a seasoned veteran.

Qian Lang, you can't mess with someone like that.

Otherwise, we wouldn't even know if he disappeared one day.

"No, no, you're not wrong, you've just been deceived... Actually, I've been seeing Zhao Tong browsing Tianya website at the hotel these past few days! What do you think?"

I will not offend others unless they offend me!

If someone offends me, well... hehe!

Qian Lang is not a saint!

Zhao Tong isn't his father either!

Zhao Tong, who was still lying on the ground, had a look of terror on his face.

"Brother Lang, I... I'll never do it again... Please let me go this time."

pity!

Nobody paid any attention to him!

Qian Lang didn't even glance at him.

We're all adults; if we make a mistake, we should naturally be punished.

"Qian Lang, how about this, let's fire him, but let's just announce it across the entire internet..."

Zhang Jizhong listened and said.

He was genuinely a little scared.

He didn't want to become mortal enemies with Zhao Tong.

"Fine! You're the boss, you call the shots!"

Qian Lang readily agreed.

We were classmates after all, so let it go!

At this moment, Qian Lang looked at Lin Zhiying kneeling there, and the people all over the ground, and felt very bored.

Why provoke him?

"So, Producer Zhang, how about we stick to the status quo?"

Qian Lang said listlessly.

He originally just wanted a stable environment to earn fate points.

"How can that be?"

Zhang Jizhong shouted.

"Qian Lang, from now on you will be the martial arts director of our crew. It's such a waste that you don't use your skills. I've never seen anyone hide their talents like this in my entire life."

this,,,,

Qian Lang rolled his eyes.

He felt that he couldn't compare to Zhang Jizhong in terms of shamelessness.

Of course, martial arts instruction is a good option!

"Thank you so much, Producer Zhang, for your kind words. I will certainly do my utmost!"

"Hey, you're an expert, so just give me some pointers occasionally. Use your skills wisely. By the way, Jiang Xin's action scenes are a bit lacking; you should keep an eye on her."

Master, master, truly master!

Qian Lang was completely convinced.

"Yes, thanks for the reminder, Producer Zhang. I'll give her a proper talk about the action sequences tonight!"

Shameless!

Whether kneeling or lying down, everyone felt the shamelessness of this big and small pair.

But everyone knew that things had really changed within the production team.

Qian Lang then left the conference room.

As he breathed in the fresh air outside the conference room and saw the blue sky outside, Qian Lang realized that life could be so enjoyable!

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The film crew operated normally in the afternoon.

However, Lin Zhiying did not appear on set.

As for what happened in the meeting room, no one mentioned it; it's likely that Zhang Jizhong issued a gag order.

It was almost time to leave work.

The production team issued two notices.

One was Zhao Tong, who was dismissed from the photography team, but the reason was not specified.

Another thing is Qian Lang's job transfer notice. He will be transferred from the original photography team to become a special martial arts instructor!

"Qian Lang, you've actually become a martial arts instructor? Do you even know martial arts?"

Liu Yifei stared wide-eyed at the question in disbelief.

Right now, she's taking the time to ask Qian Lang about the singing style of his song "Fairy Tale Town".

But I never expected to receive such a message.

"I could make three of you cry!"

Qian Lang doesn't like Liu Yifei. This girl is a chatterbox, and if it weren't for her mother, he wouldn't bother with her at all.

"Hmph, I don't believe you. How about we exchange a few blows?"

Liu Yifei spoke with great interest.

"Sisi, stop fooling around. Qian Lang, thank you. How about I treat you to dinner tonight?"

Liu Xiaoli quickly interrupted Liu Yifei.

She also experienced being fifteen years old, an age when things are most likely to go wrong.

Moreover, based on her experience, Qian Lang is definitely a womanizer.

Rumors circulated again that he and Jiang Xin were dating, but she felt that Qian Lang and Liu Tao's relationship was different.

In addition, Chen Hao and Yang Lei looked at Qian Lang with slightly different eyes.

This is a pit of fire, and she absolutely will not allow her daughter to jump into it.

"Xiao Li, I made plans with Jiang Xin tonight, how about tomorrow night?"

"Okay, it's settled then!"

"Mom, can I go?"

Liu Yifei quickly asked from the side.

"If you go, I won't go!"

Qian Lang quickly added.

He dislikes burdens and such the most.

"You... Qian Lang... you're so annoying! Let me tell you, don't even think about hitting on my mom..."

"Sissi, what nonsense are you talking about!"

Liu Xiaoli stopped Liu Yifei, quickly looked around, and only felt relieved when she saw that no one was around.

"Hmph! Mom, he's not a good person, you mustn't fall for his tricks."

"Tch, little brat! Sister Xiaoli, I'm treating you to dinner, but I'm not bringing her!"

"You dare..."

"You'll see if I dare..."

"I'll bite you to death!"

Enraged, Liu Yifei lunged forward, grabbed Qian Lang's arm, pulled him up, and bit him.

"Are you born in the Year of the Dog?"

Qian Lang struggled as he spoke.

But... in the struggle, he seemed to have touched something strange, something soft...

this,,,

Liu Yifei released him as if she had been electrocuted, her face already flushed.

"Mom, he molested me!"

"Liu Yifei, don't make false accusations. That was an accident, and besides, with your still-developing little body..."

"I'll fight you to the death!"

As they spoke, the two started fighting again.

Liu Xiaoli stared blankly at the two people wrestling in front of her.

Where am I?

What happened?

Did I wander onto the wrong set?

"Stop right there!!!"

With Liu Xiaoli's intervention, the two finally separated.

At this moment, Liu Yifei's face was already completely red.

A girl fighting with a man? Haha, isn't that just asking for trouble?

Even though Qian Lang tried his best to avoid it, he still couldn't help but run into places he shouldn't have.

"Well, I'll be going now, Sister Xiaoli. See you tomorrow night!"

Qian Lang touched his nose and quickly ran away.

Didn't you see Liu Yifei's murderous glare?

If you don't run now, when will you?

Besides, he really has no interest in a 15-year-old girl; he's not a pervert.

"Sissi, you're a girl, how can you do this? How have I always taught you?"

As soon as Qian Lang left, Liu Xiaoli coldly reprimanded Liu Yifei.

Liu Yifei, however, felt a little wronged.

"Mom, whose side are you on? Am I even your biological child?"

Is that what I meant?

"I definitely want to come to your dinner tomorrow night."

"No, you need to be more ladylike..."

"Tch, a lady? At this rate, I might end up with another dad... oh dear..."

Liu Xiaoli beat her daughter on set.

Qian Lang had already returned to the hotel.

At the hotel entrance, he ran into Zhao Tong, who was pushing her suitcase and about to leave.

There was no eye contact between them!

There was no reluctance to part ways.

All that exists is mutual ignoring!

We brushed past each other!

Like two strangers.

And so, we went our separate ways!

Life goes on!