Miscellaneous Fish Survival[Transmigration Book]

When Cheng Ji went upstairs, Zhao Xiaojing was standing in the toilet draining the water with his eyes closed, his body was staggering and he was still awake, all he could see were his two furry legs that were spread wide under his bathrobe.

Zhao Xiaojing is full of sex and wealth, he likes anything that stimulates him. Apart from playing with people last night, he probably did not drink less soup. He is really not afraid of death.

Cheng Ji tiptoed past the toilet, and saw that the door had not been closed, it was just wide open, and his mouth was still dirty: "Huh... look for me... fuck your mother, the surname is Qi, I broke up with you. I don't care about you... I won't call you for any good things in the future..."

Cheng Ji crossed his arms, leaning against the door and waiting.

Finally, Zhao Xiaojing finished urinating for a long time, walked out drunkenly, stumbling on his left foot and right foot, seeing his face suddenly, he was so frightened that he yelled loudly!

"You... who are you?! How did you get in?!"

Cheng Ji shook her head regretfully: "Tsk tsk tsk, I'm so drunk that I don't even recognize your father."

Zhao Xiaojing fixed his eyes, shook his head, fixed again, and finally saw who he was, this time it was even worse!

"Fuck! You...you you you!!!" Zhao Xiaojing fell to the ground.

Finally, before he was stupid, he came to his senses and roared: "I know, Qi Beisong brought you here! Qi Beisong——! You idiot——! !"

Cheng Ji lowered his face: "Since we broke up the friendship, why are you still calling people by their names? Keep your fucking mouth clean!"

Zhao Xiaojing ran away, but how could he escape?Cheng Jilian can handle Qi Beisong's muscular body, and catching Zhao Xiaojing is like catching a small chicken—a small chicken weighing more than 180 kilograms.

Zhao Xiaojing is about the same height as Cheng Ji, but at least twice as wide as him, with a belly full of flesh.Although the fat man is heavy, he can roll. Cheng Ji threw Qi Beisong with cleverness, and rolled Zhao Xiaojing in the same way. In almost one round, he twisted the opponent to the ground crying and howling.

"Does it hurt?" Cheng Ji twisted his joints against him, "When you stabbed me with a knife, I also hurt."

"It's not me ah ah ah ah ah ah!" Zhao Xiaojing called, "It's bald, ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--!"

"Wait, Dad won't let him go."

Cheng Ji smiled and took out the plastic tie.

Zhao Xiaojing was tied up like a fat rice dumpling, writhing on the floor, cursing and swearing non-stop.

"You idiot! You rapist! Fuck you!!"

Cheng Ji squatted next to him and said, "My mouth stinks! Last time you stuffed my mouth with a car-cleaning rag—you have to argue again that it wasn't you, right? Don't blame me, I blame you—" This time I specially brought my rag, I use it to polish shoes, it's not the same as yours."

As he spoke, he stuffed a piece of dirty cloth into Zhao Xiaojing's mouth, blocking it tightly!

Of course it was impossible for him to bring a piece of cloth from Changkang Hospital. This cloth was something he saw while waiting for Qi Beisong on the porch, and it was taken from the people and used by the people.

Now I can finally take out the knife.

Cheng Ji is also strange, he is obviously a good person, so innocent that he would blush if he is teased casually, but he is quite thorough in pretending to be bad.

He tore apart Zhao Xiaojing's bathrobe, tapped his protruding belly with the back of a knife, and said with a smile, "Oh, look at the meat on this rib! No matter how you look at it, it costs fifty cents a catty, right? You ask why it's so cheap? Because it's all fucking lymph! You ask why lymph grows on the ribs? How does dad know about you? If you were a fucking human, would you grow so long?"

Zhao Xiaojing twisted desperately.

Cheng Jiknock: "Your father dares to beat Qi Beisong, he must be such a dangerous person, but you still dare to kill me, are you fucking stupid?"

Knock again.

"I'll tattoo another word on your back later. If we don't innovate, we'll tattoo loyalty and serve the country! No, four words are too few to express your father's feelings. I have to tattoo 'serve the country wholeheartedly and loyally'!"

Knock again.

"Do you know that I am most afraid of injections? Because of how many injections you have given? What kind of anesthesia needles, infusion needles, indwelling needles, suture needles... Can I take those needles in vain? Huh? Ask you! It’s contemptuous not to speak your father?"

Zhao Xiaojing was gagged, whimpering.

Still knocking.

"I have had good skin since I was a child. The skin is so smooth that I don't even have a rough pore. Now you have a scar on my lower back. The pain is a trivial matter. The whole skin is damaged! I can't sell it for a price! Are you Should you take off the skin and compensate me?"

Zhao Xiaojing shook his head desperately.

"No?" Cheng Ji knocked hard, "If you don't want, Dad will scratch your mother!"

Thanks to Zhao Xiaojing who let the water go before, otherwise he must have been scared to pee!

With an unpredictable smile on Cheng Ji's face, he continued to slap his belly with the cold blade unhurriedly, and he didn't know when it would hit him.

"Woooooo!!" Zhao Xiaojing's face was covered with tears and snot.

"What are you talking about?" Cheng Ji put his ears closer.

"Woooooooooooo!!!"

In fact, Zhao Xiaojing was scared a long time ago, and said something like "I was wrong" and "Forgive me", but Cheng Ji didn't admit it.

"What? You still say 'you're an idiot' and 'fuck you'?" Cheng Ji narrowed his eyes, "Zhao Xiaojing, your mouth is really stinky. You really don't cry when you see the coffin. Don't blame your father for being cruel." .”

Cheng Ji put away the knife, looked for a suitable angle, and punched Zhao Xiaojing on the left eye socket!

Of course he didn't want to cut the opponent's flesh, but beating was necessary.

"You can't speak, dad taught you how to speak; you don't know how to behave, dad taught you how to behave, so apologize to dad!" he said angrily.

Zhao Xiaojing almost fainted from the pain, and was stuck on the bedroom floor like a puddle of mud.

Cheng Ji grabbed his bathrobe collar and lifted him up a bit: "Tsk, it's really heavy, what did you eat to grow up? Dad is so fucking petite compared to you!"

He looked at Zhao Xiaojing's fat face, smiled, and punched the other eye blue.

Zhao Xiaojing fainted.

"..." Cheng Ji said, "What's the situation, I haven't started yet..."

He scratched his head and went downstairs to find Qi Beisong.

Qi Beisong was standing on the porch smoking a cigarette while looking at the snow, and when he saw him come out, he asked, "So fast? Is the wound not healed yet and still hurting?"

Cheng Ji shook his head and asked, "Zhao Xiaojing doesn't have a heart attack, does he?"

Qi Beisong said, "I've never heard of it."

"I just punched him twice, and he seemed to be dying."

Qi Beisong threw the cigarette butt and said, "It's fake."

"Ok?"

Qi Beisong said: "He can play with three women in one night, how can he be so unrestrained? I have brought him into group fights since I was a child. People in our courtyard and the courtyard next door don't like him, saying he is timid. You chicken thief, when you fight, you either run away, hide or play dead, in short, you don't look like a man. Let's go, I'll go up with you!"

"Aren't you avoiding suspicion?" Cheng Ji asked.

Qi Beisong said with a smile: "It's all like this, so why avoid suspicion? Didn't you hear him scolding me?"

The two went upstairs, and as expected, Zhao Xiaojing was looking for his mobile phone to call someone, but unfortunately his hand was tied behind his back, and it was inconvenient to be fat, so he still couldn't unlock it.

Cheng Ji suddenly became furious, he felt that Zhao Xiaojing was not even a strong outsider, but a fat idiot!

The laws of society are also the laws of the rivers and lakes. When you bully others unreasonably, you are straightforward, but you have to admit it when they come to ask for an explanation, and you have to bear it. What's the matter with pretending to be dizzy?

When Zhao Xiaojing saw Qi Beisong, he burst into tears, even though his hands and feet were bound, he still tried his best to rub against him, wanting to intercede for him.

Qi Beisong became even angrier when he saw him like that!

People are a bit selfish, especially in front of the person they like, they always hope that the people or things around them are decent. Qi Beisong originally felt good, but Zhao Xiaojing didn't give him any face at all!Now that everything is done and people are scolded, isn't it good to be tough?

He said, "Zhao Xiaojing, you deserve it."

He pointed at Cheng Ji: "I usually have no time to coax him, but you are lucky, dare to stab with a knife! In today's situation, if he doesn't beat you, I will beat you!"

Cheng Ji thought: Who are you kidding?

Zhao Xiaojing was also taken aback: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo and??"?"

The translation is: What do you mean?Didn't you say that he cheated on you?That's why I'm here to help you get revenge. What's the relationship between you and him?

Qi Beisong really deserved to be a child, but he could understand it. He pinched Zhao Xiaojing's fat face and whispered in his ear: "What's the matter? You can't see it? I told you that he is not someone you can move. Next time Try moving him again!"

The voice was so low that Cheng Ji didn't hear it, and Qi Beisong actually didn't say anything, but it was very suggestive, and Zhao Xiaojing's eyes were desperate.

Qi Beisong was about to go downstairs, and said to Cheng Ji, "I'll wait for you in the car, and come down after you've vented enough."

"... Oh." Cheng Ji was a little confused.

In short, since Zhao Xiaojing is pretending, then he will not be polite!

He smiled and walked towards Zhao Xiaojing: "Will you pretend to be dead? Thanks to your son Qi who saw it, otherwise I would have been deceived by you. Anyway, Dad didn't do anything big when he came here today. What did you do to me last time? I will return it as it is, and if I don't take advantage of you, I won't be at a disadvantage either."

As he said that, he slapped Zhao Xiaojing more than a dozen times from left to right, making his face swollen by half an inch.

Then he cut the cable ties on Zhao Xiaojing's hands and feet, pulled off the rag from his mouth, grabbed him and lay down on the ground, twisting, twisting, stopping, twisting, it's time to practice Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu.

Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu is also called Gracie Jiu-Jitsu. The main strategy is fighting. There are no routines or brute force. It relies on... It should be physics, such as levers, fulcrums, points of force, points of force, etc. Among them, there are masters Once the opponent is dragged to the ground, the control situation is basically formed.

Many Jiu-Jitsu practitioners are not big and strong, and their ability to resist blows is also weak, but as long as the technique is proper, it is no problem to pry someone twice as tall and strong as him.

Zhao Xiaojing's combat strength was about 0.1 Qi Beisong, and he didn't know how to fight back, so he was crying like a ghost.

The more Cheng Ji twisted, the more boring he became. He felt like he was rubbing sandbags, and they were sandbags for flood control. He didn't feel any sense of accomplishment at all, so he might as well go home and play with Qi Beisong!

So he decided to end it, and at the last moment he helped Zhao Xiaojing stand up, stepped back three steps and looked at it for a while, then took a short run-up, and kicked him to the wall with a flying kick.

Zhao Xiaojing's butt fell down along the wall, and hit the ground with a "boom".

Cheng Ji was so bored that he spit out, "Are you still causing trouble everywhere at this level?"

Of course he knew that Zhao Xiaojing was the one who liked to make trouble the most in the world, and there were quite a few of them.

This kind of person has no ability, but has a lot of airs. Relying on his status and money, he knows a few people on the road, and there are followers who brag in his ears, so he is complacent, tyrannical, bullying, and inflated to the point of not even calling his last name. Forget everything, you have to hit a hard nail to know how to restrain yourself.

Zhao Xiaojing wasn't dizzy yet, he saw through his swollen eyes that Cheng Ji was about to leave, so he said with difficulty: "Hello..."

Cheng turned around several times.

Zhao Xiaojing coughed in pain, and said hoarsely: "You...fuck...you and that idiot Qi Beisong are the ones from the beginning to the end...to play me together, right?"

"Bah, you are rare!" Cheng Ji said, "What are you, worthy of our cooperation?"

"Pretend...pretend to me..." Zhao Xiaojing was beaten to the point of confusion, talking incoherently, "I have evidence...you are kidding me...I have fucking evidence...this kind of shit is popular now?"

Cheng Ji didn't bother to talk to him, turned around and went downstairs.

Zhao Xiaojing was still muttering, but Cheng Ji couldn't hear it anymore.

"You're fucking Qi Beisong's lover...you're so fucking flirtatious, and you even sent people to the police station... you're sexual, aren't you? Pull me in as a backstop...as a monkey play..."

"...I have evidence... I went into the emergency room to take a picture that day... You are fucking naked hanging on Qi Beisong's neck... You fooled that idiot so that he couldn't find Bei... Fuck... what... "

Zhao Xiaojing finally couldn't bear it anymore and temporarily lost consciousness.

Cheng Ji came out of the villa and climbed into Qi Beisong's car.

Seeing him sleepy, Qi Beisong asked, "Why? Still not satisfied?"

Cheng Ji said: "It's boring, it's like beating a pig's trotter. I actually fell for him, what a fool!"

Qi Beisong asked: "Then who is interested in beating?"

Cheng Ji leaned against the car window and said half-truthfully, "You."

Qi Beisong smiled and said, "I'm so fleshy that I feel like I'm going to flick my hands, right?"

Cheng Ji didn't think much about it, and actually came up to touch it, and said, "Yes."

Qi Beisong was almost stunned by his touch, and it took him a long time before he said, "Where are you touching?"

Cheng Ji lifted his clothes and touched his abdominal muscles, without any other meaning, we can call it "polite touching".

Qi Beisong has eight-pack abs, which Cheng Ji has always envied. Although he has been practicing during this time, the results have been minimal, especially after being injured and hospitalized, some of the original training has lost weight.

"Are my hands cold?" Cheng Ji asked.

It's not cold, Qi Beisong's body temperature rises sharply, and he almost boils when he touches it!

Qi Beisong thought in amazement: How can you casually... Do you know that this is called teasing? !

Cheng Ji didn't realize this, and smiled with his eyes blinking, his eyelashes fluttering: "It's really good!"

Good... good sir!I don't know anything about personnel! !

Qi Beisong was so angry that he slammed the car door and went down to smoke!

"And what are you doing?" Cheng Ji thought he was weird.

Qi Beisong was so annoyed that he smoked two cigarettes in a row before coming up, and he severely criticized: "Next time, don't touch people randomly! You have to get other people's consent!"

In fact, Cheng Ji had been watching him through the car window, and found it funny to see his face change so quickly, although he didn't know why he changed like this.

"All right, all right, I don't know how to be polite. Mr. Qi, Mr. Qi, Mr. Qi, Young Master Qi, I'll listen to you."

"Don't call me Young Master Qi either," Qi Beisong said, "That's what Chen Chuan and the others called him as a joke."

"Then why didn't you object when they called you?"

Because it's you and I, Qi Beisong thinks, see you more!

"Let's go, I'll take you back to Changkang Hospital." He said.

Cheng Ji hummed obediently.

Suddenly Qi Beisong asked again: "Apart from punching Zhao Xiaojing a few times, what did you do to him?"

"I twisted him a few times."

Qi Beisong was quite curious about Cheng Ji's fighting skills, and immediately asked, "Did you use the jujitsu that twisted me last time?"

"Ah."

Qi Beisong asked: "Seriously, where did you learn how to fight? Don't let me tell you that you learned it from watching TV. TV programs don't teach military and police fighting."

"I used to have a master." Cheng Ji said, "The identity is similar to that of Boss Lei, and he is also a retired special soldier, but he should be more senior and powerful than him, because my master was already over 50 when he started teaching me, and he was a half-old man. But a few young lads couldn't get close to him."

Qi Beisong nodded: "Then you also learned jujitsu from him?"

"No, there is another Jiu-Jitsu master. That one is younger and has a bad temper. I refused to admit defeat once, and ended up being dislocated by him."

Qi Beisong felt uncomfortable when he heard the word "dislocation". He felt an urge to find his master desperately, so he suppressed it and asked, "When did they start teaching you, when you were in high school or in college?"

Cheng Ji knew immediately that he had slipped up!

He is a poor student with a dead father and sick mother, and he can't even pay the tuition fees. How can he have the money to hire two masters who specialize in fighting?Don't mix things up with things from your previous life!

"Time, the summer vacation from high school to university." He said, "in summer camp!"

"Just this little time?"

"I have good understanding!"

Qi Beisong didn't ask any more questions, he didn't hear anything wrong.

Cheng Ji was a little flustered, looked at the front of the car and pretended to be calm, and suddenly heard Qi Beisong say: "Didn't you say you want to thank me? You don't need to invite me to dinner, change it to something else."

"Huh? What for?"

Qi Beisong raised his eyebrows and said: "Since you are injured enough to fight, then practice with me, I am still not convinced!"