Quick Transmigration: Hosts, We're Only Responsible for Counterattacking

Chapter 212: Male on top of male (21)

Over the next month, Geng Hanrong felt the world's deep malice towards him. Whether it was flirting or blind dates, he always ended up going home with injuries.

He had some doubts about Qi Shu.

But if it really is Qi Shu, then to stop him from having a girlfriend, it shouldn't be him who gets hurt, but rather those girls.

But who else but Qi Shu would do such a thing?

The seed of doubt sprouted in his heart.

In a corner of the couples' restaurant, after seeing Geng Hanrong get slapped again, Shen Yun felt calm and at ease. If Geng Hanrong could give up his impractical and harmful thoughts, she might let him off the hook. But if he was courting death, she wouldn't stop him.

"Wait a minute." Upon suddenly seeing a familiar figure, Geng Hanrong quickly called out.

Shen Yun didn't hide, but turned around, raised an eyebrow, and glanced at the injury on his face.

A look of confusion crossed Geng Hanrong's eyes. "Excuse me, have I seen you before?"

Shen Yun chuckled, "Isn't this kind of flirting a bit too old-fashioned?"

Geng Hanrong smiled and tossed her bangs in what she thought was a cool gesture. Of course, if you ignored the slap mark on her face and the fact that she had nearsightedness of at least 800 degrees, Shen Yun thought he might be able to stand it.

But now, that's completely impossible.

"I……"

"Sorry." Shen Yun covered her mouth, frowning as she interrupted him, "I feel nauseous at ugly things."

Only after the person disappeared did Geng Hanrong realize the meaning of those words. She was instantly furious and wanted to overturn the table, but the restaurant was expensive and the decor was exquisite and luxurious. This table was not something she could afford to overturn.

Seventh Brother finally obtained the so-called divine skill manual with satisfaction. Although he felt that something was wrong, he still showed up at the morning exercise area every day as if he were clocking in, and practiced Tai Chi with a group of old men.

Whether it was talent or hard work, he soon became the leader of the Tai Chi team.

The movements were standard and the postures were graceful; it was textbook-perfect Tai Chi.

Several elderly men, during their free time, offered to introduce him to their granddaughters, saying that such a talented young man should be lured home.

Shen Yun was speechless. He never imagined that someone would introduce such a brainless troll to a potential partner. Wasn't this just pushing his granddaughter into a fire pit?

I don't quite understand what these old men are thinking.

"Sixi, how good you are to me. Ever since I started practicing the Forest Kung Fu, I feel that my back doesn't hurt anymore, my legs don't ache anymore, and I can climb several floors in one go."

Shen Yun didn't know what to say, so she could only smile and reply, "I'm a good person."

It doesn't feel bad to give yourself a "good guy" card, but to be honest, at his age and in his physique, isn't it normal for him to climb several floors in one go without feeling back pain or leg soreness?

Watching Qiwa excitedly take two large fans and leave, Shen Yun deftly locked the door.

She felt ashamed to have such a classmate.

Practicing Tai Chi could no longer satisfy his growing perverse desires, so he joined the square dancing group.

Just as I was lost in thought, there was a knock on the door.

"What's wrong? Not enough fans?" Shen Yun asked as he went to open the door.

With a "bang," the door, which had just opened, was slammed shut again.

How did Yueze end up here?
No, why should she be afraid?
Thinking of this, Shen Yun opened the door again, revealing his signature eight-tooth smile, "Who are you looking for?" Yue Ze covered his nose, his eyes reddening.

Shen Yun glanced at him, then at the door, and fell silent. It seemed that the injury on Yue Ze's nose was caused by her closing the door earlier.

However, she would never admit to such a thing; she would just be thick-skinned and pretend she didn't see it.

Yue Ze stared at the face before him, a face that perfectly matched his memory, and felt a sense of disorientation wash over him. "Why haven't you looked any different all this time?"

Shen Yun took out a small mirror from her pocket, took a close look, and thought, "Wow, the changes are quite significant."

"Are you sure you're not mistaken for someone else?" Shen Yun blinked, then casually touched his face, saying with a dreamy expression, "Of course I'm not saying I have a generic face. Good-looking people all have similar features, I know that."

"I saw you ten years ago." Yue Ze knew that what he was thinking might never happen, but he just couldn't shake the feeling that the person in front of him was the one he had seen back then.
"Ten years ago?" Shen Yun raised an eyebrow. "I think you've definitely got the wrong person. I had never been to this land ten years ago."

She dares to say this because she's not afraid of being investigated.

After all, although the general direction of development has not changed due to the effects of retrospection, many minor details have changed.

If Yue Ze had investigated her, he would probably know, so Shen Yun spoke directly without trying to hide anything.

Yue Ze placed his hand across the doorway, looked down at her intently, and reason told him that he should believe this person's words. Then he turned and left.

But if he could act rationally in everything, he would still remember this person to this day.

"I don't know what method you used. But I can be sure that the person I met ten years ago was you." Yue Ze suddenly grabbed the wrist of the person in front of him, and the softness of his palm stirred up tender feelings in him.

"Si Xi, who died?"

Upon hearing this sound, Shen Yun slapped his forehead vigorously.

Didn't you go to square dancing? Why are you back so soon? A huge question mark appeared almost tangibly next to Shen Yun's head.

Seven coughed twice, hid the fan behind his back, and scrutinized the man in front of him with a critical look.

He was as skinny as a chick and had no manliness whatsoever.

He said incredulously, "Is this little chick the reason you rejected me? You have such poor taste."

Don't think I don't know you're after those so-called legendary martial arts manuals.

Shen Yun endured it for a while, but finally couldn't help but roll her eyes at her.

Yue Ze puffed out his chest and said possessively, "Forget about it, she's mine."

Seventh Brother was stunned for a moment, but then became somewhat unconvinced, "I've known Sixi for so many years and have never seen you before. Where did you come from?"

Feeling that his ears had been injured, Yue Ze was speechless. For some reason, he suddenly had an urge to beat up the man.

But just because of the way he speaks, doesn't this man think his way of speaking is strange?
Clearly, Seventh Brother didn't have that idea in his mind.

He even confidently believed that what he was saying was the most standard Mandarin.

“I… Shi Xi and I fell in love at first sight.” Yue Ze paused for a moment, then continued, “The feelings between us are something outsiders like you can’t understand.”

I don't know which idiot kicked over the cat food I gave to the stray cat and chased it away...

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