Ethan Li walked in a hurry and did not go back the way he came. Instead, he went around to the other end of the house and tried to take a shortcut out from the back door of the community. However, as soon as he stepped into the small garden, he heard a rustling sound around him.
He stopped very sensitively and looked quietly at the slightly moving bushes in front of him, until the two people inside also noticed something was wrong and slowly walked out.
Noah Li peeked out a frightened face from behind a boy, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw who the person was.
"It's you, bro."
Ethan Li looked at him, then at the boy who also had a frozen and nervous expression, and his gaze fell on their clasped hands.
Noah Li realized it belatedly and shook it off, straightened his slightly messy clothes, walked quickly to Ethan Li and said, "Hey, this is my classmate, he came to give me something." While speaking, he observed his brother's expression.
Ethan Li's expression did not show any surprise or disdain of having discovered something important. He was as calm as ever: "Is that so?"
Noah Li could still feel the pressure from the other person's brief tone, but when he thought of his brother's love for him in the past, he felt relieved: "Well, actually, he and I..."
Ethan Li interrupted his brother who was trying his best to explain. He did not pursue what he had seen and heard. Instead, he asked unexpectedly, "You asked me to come here just to give you time to do this?" Noah Li was in poor health. He would always have a fever when he caught a cold. Di Wei loved him so much that she basically did not allow her son to go out during his illness, let alone go to school. He must have been trapped under his parents' noses for many days.
Noah Li was shocked: "How, how is it possible, I asked you to come over for dinner because I really missed you, we haven't seen each other for almost a month, brother"
Ethan Li said "Oh" again, nodded and was about to leave, but was stopped by Noah Li.
"Wait, brother," Noah Li forced a smile, "don't tell"
"I know." Ethan Li guessed what he meant and simply reassured him.
Before Noah Li could finish his sentence, Ethan Li quickly passed them and disappeared into the darkness, so cool and elegant that people couldn't recover from the shock.
In the darkness of the night, the boy couldn't help but ask anxiously: "Is it okay?"
Noah Li thought for a moment and smiled: "It's okay, he won't say anything. My brother's temper is that he either won't agree, or he will definitely do it if he agrees. Besides, he is very nice to me."
Ethan Li lives in an upscale residential area in the city center. The place he is going to is quite far away from here. Fortunately, he has a small battery car with him. Although it is second-hand, it has helped Ethan Li overcome many difficulties and is very useful.
A loud rumbling noise broke through the silence of the residential area, and after roaring through many streets, the car stopped at the intersection of a famous bar street in City A. There were all kinds of colorful neon lights on both sides, and fashionable men and women were walking among them, but Ethan Li didn't even look at them, he just got out of the car and turned into a dark alley beside him.
He familiarly pulled out a slender figure in a short skirt from the pile of debris. Regardless of the other person's struggle, Ethan Li pinched the waist with one hand and hooked the neck with the other, and dragged the person out like a corpse.
"Well, I won't leave. I want to drink more."
The corpse struggled desperately, and its beautiful face with rosy and tearful eyes was revealed from its long wavy hair. Against the colorful surroundings, it was very pitiful.
Ethan Li, however, had no mood to appreciate such a beautiful scene. He forced the man to stand up straight, grabbed his head and pressed it against the wall, saying impatiently: "If you want to vomit, vomit now. If you vomit on my car or body, I will stuff you into the sewer."
I don’t know if it was because the other party was not too drunk, or because Ethan’s threatening tone was too penetrating, but the man whimpered a few times and then vomited obediently.
Ethan Li waited silently for the other person to calm down before he resumed his action, easily grabbed his belt, and threw him onto the back seat of his small electric bike like a sandbag.
"Hold on tight. If you fall and die, you can exchange your life for the insurance money."
"When did we buy insurance?" the person in the back seat asked sincerely while crying.
Ethan Li ignored him, stepped on the accelerator, and the car sped away.
He drove very wildly. There was so much traffic near the bar street, but Ethan Li drove it as casually as if he was driving on an empty racetrack. The broken battery with worn paint on it drove with the momentum of a Harley, which scared the people behind him so much that even though they were still drunk, they held on to his waist tightly to avoid being thrown out.
However, even at this speed, it still took the two of them nearly an hour to get back from the city to the rental house in the suburbs. None of the sensor lights in the dilapidated corridor were on, but Ethan Li dragged the drunkard smoothly all the way to the fifth floor in the dark.
The drunkard had calmed down, but when Ethan Li opened the door, he couldn't help crying again.
Ethan Li was not at all flustered. He switched from left hand to right hand, and smoothly carried the person to the bathroom. He threw the person into the bathtub, adjusted the water level of the shower, and poured the water over the head of the person at his feet.
In the weather at the end of June, I was sweating from running around, feeling the water rushing towards me, and the drunkard, immersed in sadness, couldn't help but howl.
"It's so hot, so hot that it's killing me! Chestnut, please don't burn me to death!!!"
Ethan Li did not let go, and the man in front of him was trapped by him and jumped around like a dying fish waiting to be slaughtered.
"My skin is peeling off ahhhhhhhhhhhh"
After listening to the plea for mercy for a few minutes, Ethan Li finally spoke: "Are you still making trouble?"
"Stop making trouble, stop making trouble, wuwuwu, I was wrong, please let me go, I'm almost done," the drunkard reflected at the top of his lungs.
After confirming his sincerity, Ethan Li finally moved the shower head, but did not let the person get up. He quickly stripped off the other person's wet clothes, lowered the water temperature, and quickly rinsed him from head to toe like washing a car, then carried him back to the room and threw him on the bed.
The drunkard had completely calmed down. He stared blankly at Ethan Li who was cushioning his pillow, and said pitifully with tears in his eyes: "Li Zi, I'm heartbroken again."
Ethan Li ignored him.
Drunkard: "Why do you think there are so many Sc*mbags in the world? They are handsome, but they are so philandering. If I could like you and be with you, I would never be sad again."
But as soon as he finished speaking, he immediately objected: "Oh no, I can't be a match with you, you are so beautiful, you will outshine me, no"
Ethan’s answer was to simply pull the quilt over his face and block his chattering mouth.
After dealing with the man, Ethan Li himself was also in a mess. He went back to the bathroom to take a shower and go to sleep. When he was taking off his clothes, he found that his trouser pocket had been torn by the struggle.
Ethan Li quickly reached in and took out the key from his pocket, then he breathed a sigh of relief.
Carefully removing the key ring from it, it was a small robot the length of a finger. Ethan Li fiddled with his limbs to make sure they were still flexible. He then took the T-shirt he had taken off, dipped it in water, and carefully wiped his face clean before putting the key ring back on safely and putting it into the pocket of another pair of pants.
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Adrian Fang is extremely quiet and has mysophobia. After enduring several months of painful collective life, he moved out of the dormitory in the second half of his freshman year. However, his relationship with his roommates did not become alienated. The science and engineering men from the School of Computer Science, who were so homebound that they could only keep each other company except for data and their phones, maintained a simple and solid friendship over the past four years by relying on games, seeds and homework.
Today was the same. Max Zhao invited Adrian Fang to have lunch. After the meal, they went back to the dormitory together to chat in a very friendly manner. By the way, he asked the top star to help him fix the code that had been stuck for three days.
He cleaned the dormitory in advance with sincerity, mopped the floor, wiped the tables and chairs, and cleaned the keyboard. However, after Adrian Fang entered the room, he still stopped two meters away from Fatty Zhao's screen, staring at the head of the bed diagonally above, and was unwilling to move any closer.
Max Zhao looked around, and had no choice but to move his plump body up the ladder, and took down the socks hanging there while muttering to himself.
"Oh, you are such a bother. Mine is clean and I have only worn it for over a week."
Adrian Fang said nothing and turned his gaze to the pile of messy items beside the seat.
"It was him," Max Zhao reacted quickly, pointing at another roommate, Liam Wang, who came over and complained, "There's a broken machine in here, and he put it there."
Liam Wang had beer-bottomed eyes. He had been planning to steal some skills from Adrian Fang because of her arrival, but when he heard the slander, he felt wronged: "Fatty, you said you wanted to buy a new computer, so you asked me to keep it and sell it together with your old one next time, so you can get more money."
"Bullsh!t, you really listen to me so much, how did you pass the microcomputer principles exam when I told you to fail it together with me? We can get more points if we take it together."
"Hey? You, you Fcuking?"
In addition to their hands, the otakus also couldn't keep their mouths idle and started their daily enthusiastic interaction as usual, until there was a knock on the door and they reluctantly interrupted.
"My takeaway is here," Liam Wang jumped up to open the door, and naturally kicked Fatty Zhao as he raised his leg, "I won't bother with you."
"You're still excited, aren't you?" Max Zhao, who was attacked on the B*tt, didn't want to suffer this loss, so he turned around and shouted, "You must remove this broken machine from under my desk in a while. It's the final inspection before the dormitory closure. If your father deducts your cleaning points again, I will beat you to death, you son of a B!tch."
Liam Wang was actually not very good at speaking, and he even stuttered a bit when he was anxious. He took out the money while getting angry: "Why don't you take it away? Your old computer case is still occupying half of my closet. You have to take it away today too."
"It's not easy for Dad to gain all this fat. I have to carry this stuff down from the seventh floor and walk twenty minutes to the door to sell it. Dad wants to lose three pounds. You take it first," Fatty Zhao refused to be outdone.
"No, no, you should go first."
"Why, you first!"
Seeing the quarrel becoming more and more childish and noisy, Adrian Fang, who should have been used to it, frowned unbearably and was about to interrupt, but a voice came out faster than his.
"I'll get it for you."
"Ah?" Liam Wang was very surprised by the sudden suggestion. "You, you are a takeaway and you want to buy computers?"
"Well, give me both, twenty." the voice said again.
"What? Only 20 yuan for selling two machines? Are you kidding me? All my hardware is still usable." Fatty Zhao followed up. He was of broad stature, and even when he spoke in a polite manner his voice sounded like he was quarreling, which was quite intimidating.
Sure enough, the other party paused, but soon spoke again, his tone still calm.
"I didn't make a mistake. You made a mistake. I didn't give you twenty. You gave me twenty."
Adrian Fang was half-bending over typing on the keyboard. When he heard these absurd words and the magical sense of self-righteousness in his tone, he finally couldn't help but straighten up and look towards the door.
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