Damn it, I'm surrounded by insane Alphas!

(4700! Today's sweet treat is here~ Please leave your comments, my darlings!)

When Shi Ran woke up again, she was already in the car.

It was very bumpy, the car was swaying back and forth. He was resting his head on something, and he moved groggily before realizing that it was Fu Yanshen's leg.

Fu Yanshen held his head in his hands, his palms covering his forehead, and his hands didn't move no matter how the car bumped.

Shi Ran looked up and saw Fu Yanshen looking down at him with a smile.

Shi Ran paused for a second, then reached out and poked the corner of his mouth.

"You're laughing more and more generously these days."

Fu Yanshen didn't speak, but his smile deepened as he helped Shi Ran up. "Are you hungry?"

Shi Ran nodded vigorously. He hadn't eaten a proper meal the whole way and had been vomiting the whole time. His stomach was now practically empty.

Fu Yanshen turned around and pulled out a plastic bag from behind, which contained bread and sausages.

That's all.

Shi Ran knew that their conditions were difficult, and these things were already a feast. Before she could even open them, she caught a glimpse of Zhou Jin in the front row glancing back, his eyes practically glued to that sausage.

Shi Ran suddenly said she wanted to go against Zhou Jin, and she was no longer tired or sleepy.

Shi Ran deliberately held the sausage a little higher.

Zhou Jin stared intently, watching as Shi Ran tore open the packaging, took a big bite, and chewed with a crunching sound.

Shi Ran leaned over to Zhou Jin and started a conversation, "Hey, Zhou Jin, why don't you look like you've lost any weight? Did you eat all of our boss's supplies?"

Zhou Jin coughed lightly, "Who ate his food! Besides, he's our boss."

"Oh?" Shi Ran's interest was piqued, her eyes lighting up. "Are you sure you want to argue about this? Why don't you ask the boss himself, who is he?"

Zhou Jin rolled his eyes indifferently, and his lips twitched slightly.

Isn't this a rhetorical question?

"Stinky couple."

He turned to talk to the crow, deliberately raising his voice by half an octave, "I'm changing cars this afternoon! I can't stand being with him any longer."

Shi Ran reached out and slapped the back of his seat, making a loud thud.

"No way, I don't agree to this. I'm happy to ride in the same car as you, and I'll go wherever you go."

Zhou Jin had never met anyone like this before. She turned around abruptly, "Who asked for your permission? I'll just get a different car—"

I disagree.

Suddenly, a faint voice came from behind, the support was so obvious.

Zhou Jin turned around and glared at the two people in the back seat. Shi Ran leaned against Fu Yanshen's chest like she had no bones, her mouth almost stretched to her ears.

They're blatantly using someone else's power to intimidate others! They're in cahoots! Birds of a feather flock together!

Zhou Jin took a deep breath and forced out, "Boss, you know that listening to treacherous officials never ends well!"

Shi Ran immediately turned around and began to massage Fu Yanshen's shoulders with great care, the wind in her ears following her movements.

"Your Majesty, he is a most loyal subject!"

After saying that, he winked affectionately twice, and Fu Yanshen immediately reached out and pulled him into his arms, saying calmly, "I know."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Jin was so angry he almost fainted.

Shi Ran smiled and leaned over to comfort him, "It's okay, Jinzi. After we set up the tent, you can turn on the gas and get a good night's sleep. Don't think about anything."

Zhou Jin: ?

Forget it.

He brought the person himself; there's nothing we can do.

The car continued driving forward.

The rainforest path grew narrower and narrower, with the tree canopies on both sides almost completely blocking out the sky, as if evening had arrived early.

Shi Ran nestled next to Fu Yanshen. There was no signal here, and he was incredibly bored. He was half asleep, catching up on sleep, his head slowly drooping down until Fu Yanshen's hand caught it.

laugh--

Zhou Jin suddenly slammed on the brakes, and Shi Ran lurched forward, but fortunately Fu Yanshen caught him and brought him back.

It turned out that in front of the car, there was a little boy standing in the middle of the road, who looked to be about six or seven years old.

He was as thin as a bamboo pole, his hair was a mess and plastered all over his face, and his T-shirt was ridiculously large, clearly not his own.

He stood in the middle of the road with his arms outstretched, effectively stopping their car. It was only thanks to Zhou Jin's timely braking that the child was in grave danger.

Zhou Jin honked the horn, but the child didn't move; instead, he took a step forward.

Zhou Jin turned to see what his boss meant, "Boss?"

Fu Yanshen didn't say anything, but simply opened the car door, and the others got out of the car.

When the child saw the menacing-looking group approaching, he took a half-step back but didn't run away. Only when Shi Ran squatted down did the child breathe a sigh of relief.

Shi Ran asked in English, "Who are you?" The child didn't react; he just stared at him, his lips trembling.

Shi Ran gestured with her name and asked again, slowing her speech: "What's your name?"

The child opened his mouth and squeezed out a syllable.

Although he didn't hear clearly, he nodded and smiled, "A good name."

The child's lips twitched, but he didn't smile; instead, tears streamed down his face.

Shi Ran's nose also started to sting. She guessed that Shi Ran was from a nearby village and had gotten separated from her family when they fled.

He mentally called out to the system, "System, can we keep this child?"

The system's voice slowly sounded: "So this is my role now?"

Shi Ran quickly flattered him: "You're the best. How about this, if you can stay, just keep quiet."

Before the system could speak, Shi Ran nodded solemnly, "Okay, I understand."

system:?

Shi Ran stood up, took the child's hand, and walked back to the car.

As they passed by Fu Yanshen, the two exchanged a glance.

Fu Yanshen tacitly approved of this matter. He had very little sympathy; normally, they wouldn't waste a single second on this child.

But if you want to keep him, then keep him.

He only needed to guarantee one thing: that the child wouldn't hurt Shi Ran. Other than that, he didn't care.

Zhou Jin's face had already darkened. He stood in front of the car door, "No... are you serious?"

Shi Ran nodded, holding the child's hand tightly. "This child is so young, and his family is all gone."

"How do you know? Can you understand what he's saying?"

Shi Ran didn't answer that question, but just looked at Zhou Jin and said, "I was like this on my way here too."

Zhou Jin was speechless this time, but turned his face away and said in a stiff voice, "Whatever, I'm going to pitch my tent."

Shi Ran knew that this meant she had agreed.

He turned around and rummaged through his car, finding only half a bag of bread and two sausages beside it, which were leftovers from his earlier meal.

He gathered the things together and held them in his arms, taking them all out.

The child hesitated for a few seconds before starting to eat, then ate very quickly, practically wolfing it down, as if afraid someone would snatch it away.

Shi Ran handed over the water bottle, saying, "Eat slowly."

Not far away, Zhou Jin, watching this scene from the edge of the camp, lowered his voice and said to Crow, "Something's wrong. Something's very, very wrong. People of unknown origin like this are suspicious."

The crow glanced at him. "You said the same thing when Shi Ran first arrived."

"Yes, that's right!" Zhou Jin said matter-of-factly. "Do you think he's a good person?"

The next second, Fu Yanshen's gaze fell on him.

Zhou Jin felt a chill run down his spine and immediately turned back, reluctantly asking, "Boss, you gave all the rations to Shi Ran, and he gave them all to that kid. What are you going to eat?"

The crow remained silent, took a bag out of its pocket, and offered it with both hands.

"Boss, we still have some stock."

Zhou Jin looked down and saw that it was the protein bar he had hidden in the lining of his backpack.

He turned and glared at the crow. "Are you even human?"

Fu Yanshen ignored them, his gaze fixed on Shi Ran not far away.

By the river, the sun was setting, and even the wind seemed to have slowed down.

The child finally finished eating and sat on the rock, swinging his legs back and forth.

Shi Ran squatted down in front of him, gesturing as she asked him questions.

Both of them had only a rudimentary grasp of English, and their conversation was completely nonsensical, but they were gesturing wildly.

Fu Yanshen leaned against the tree and watched. He had chosen a good spot so that he wouldn't miss Shi Ran's expression and could keep an eye on the child.

He can react to the slightest disturbance within three seconds.

The soft light of the setting sun fell on Shi Ran, bathing him in a warm, golden glow.

Fu Yanshen suddenly felt that his tense nerves had finally relaxed. The danger was not over, but the person he wanted to see was there.

The child over there hesitated for a long time, his face turning red, before finally managing to squeeze out a complete sentence in English.

"I am a good person."

Shi Ran paused for a moment, then laughed, excitedly picked up the child and spun him around.

"Steamed clams! Steamed clams! I knew you were a good person!"

The child was dizzy from being spun around, but he laughed happily.

Fu Yanshen's eyes darkened as he watched Shi Ran spin the child around in her arms.

Zhou Jin, watching his boss's changing expression, gloated, "Boss, you can tolerate this?"

Fu Yanshen didn't look at him, but simply walked towards Shi Ran.

The child sensed it first, his smile froze on his face, and he shrank back behind Shi Ran.

Suddenly, he looked up and, good heavens, it was practically a demon walking towards him. He patted the child on the shoulder and said, "It's alright, he just looks fierce, but actually..."

He thought for a moment, but couldn't come up with anything nice to say. "Actually, he's quite fierce too."

The child looked up at him, "Hmm?"

Shi Ran looked up at Fu Yanshen, who still had a bitter and resentful look on his face. Shi Ran suddenly wanted to ask him:

"Fu Yanshen, were you already being fierce at your age?"

Fu Yanshen looked down at him and said, "Mm."

He was a quiet child, but when his older sister was still alive, he would laugh and chase after her.

After his sister left, he became even quieter.

It's not that I don't want to talk about it, it's that I don't know who to talk to.

Those words stuck in my throat, accumulating day by day, year by year, until they formed this silent mountain.

Shi Ran suddenly laughed, "I don't think so."

He stood up as he spoke, brushing the dirt off his pants. "I'll find out as soon as I see your family."

After saying that, he turned around to play with the child, not noticing that Fu Yanshen's eyes were glued to him.

Shi Ran's tone was so natural, so natural, that it was as if this was something that was bound to happen.

So many people in Hong Kong, for so many years, have tried to find Fu Yanshen's family, but to no avail.

It wasn't that they were incompetent; it was that Fu Yanshen hid them too well, changing their names, identities, and household registrations, erasing all traces layer by layer.

That was his deepest secret, a forbidden zone that no one could touch.

To ask him to meet his family is tantamount to asking him to open his heart and expose his most vulnerable parts to the sunlight.

Fu Yanshen stood there, watching Shi Ran's back.

Shi Ran pointed to the black bird in the tree, then to the crow, then to the ground, stomped her feet twice, and pointed at Zhou Jin.

The child, seemingly having grasped something, clapped his hands and laughed along.

Fu Yanshen suddenly felt that perhaps he really could bring Shi Ran home.

Anyway, his heart had already been ripped open.

The child stayed with them overnight, and probably because he had been running around for so long, he fell asleep as soon as he hit the bed.

Shi Ran slipped out of the tent. It was already completely dark. There were guards on all sides, and sniper rifles were set up on a high point not far away. Sporadic gunshots could be heard.

He tiptoed over, but Fu Yanshen still noticed him. He naturally reached out and pulled him into his arms. "Asleep?"

Shi Ran nodded, staring at the gun at his waist for a moment, a little curious.

Fu Yanshen noticed, reached out and pulled out the silenced pistol, handing it to Shi Ran. "Do you know how to use a gun?"

Shi Ran's eyes lit up, but she shook her head. "I've never even touched it."

Fu Yanshen chuckled softly and handed the gun to Shi Ran. It was heavy and had a cool metallic feel to it.

Sometimes I just felt a sense of novelty and looked at it over and over again, like a child who had received a new toy.

Fu Yanshen was very patient with Shi Ran, wrapping his arms around him from behind, his calloused fingertips touching his skin as he adjusted his grip on the gun.

Shi Ran looked down at the hand on her waist and suddenly smiled.

"Teacher Fu, do you usually teach your students like this?"

Fu Yanshen pressed his lower body even closer, and spoke in a low voice, feigning ignorance like he had learned from Shi Ran, "Teach what?"

"How do you use a gun?" Shi Ran paused, shifting slightly. "How do you hold a gun...don't the teachers teach these things?"

Fu Yanshen placed his hand lightly on Shi Ran's waist, "Not everyone is as talented as you."

He lowered his head and whispered, "Baby."

A smile spread across his lips, and the man finally uttered the words.

He had been trying to persuade Fu Yanshen, that old-fashioned man, for a long time, but every time he forced someone to say it, they just couldn't bring themselves to say it.

It actually barked now, especially at a time like this. It was sullen and a little uncomfortable, but it still barked.

Shi Ran smiled smugly and asked deliberately, "Really, Teacher Bao?"

Fu Yanshen was still a little uncomfortable, and occasionally one could feel the subtle pause in his breathing. "Of course,"

Fu Yanshen addressed him formally, "Baby student."

Zhou Jin squatted beside the fire, the branch in his hand falling to the ground with a thud. "Is this shooting practice? Why do I feel like I've walked into the boss's bedroom?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Fu Yanshen's voice rang out. "Zhou Jin, come here."

Zhou Jin immediately stood up, his face instantly switching to sycophantic mode. "What are the instructions, boss?"

"You two have a competition."

Zhou Jin glanced at the gun in Shi Ran's hand. "This isn't right. He's a newbie, competing with me... Aren't I just bullying him?"

He made excuses, but his feet had already started moving towards the firing position.

Having been mistreated all day, he was eager to teach this person a lesson.

Little did he know that the competition was actually Shi Ran's idea, and he was secretly plotting something.

The two players took their positions. The rules were simple: one round to determine the winner. They would shoot at the cans in front of them, and whoever hit the can would score a point.

Zhou Jin confidently turned to look at Shi Ran, his tone quite magnanimous, "You go first, I'll let you have a shot, don't say I'm bullying you."

"Oh, thank you so much, Brother Zhou!"

The phrase "Brother Zhou" left Zhou Jin stunned. As he was pondering this, he saw Shi Ran stand there.

Snapped.

One shot.

A nearby aluminum can flew up with a clatter and rolled into the grass.

Zhou Jin's smile froze on his face, but he still forced himself to keep going. Anyway, he could hit the target, so a draw wouldn't be a big deal.

But before he could take two steps forward, he realized, "Wait a minute, isn't that my soda can? If you hit it, what am I supposed to hit?!"

He turned around abruptly and looked for the referee.

Then they saw the referee with the athlete hanging on him, and the referee was bending down and coaxing the athlete.

"Depend on!!!"

Zhou Jin is someone who deeply regrets his past actions; he should have known what kind of person Shi Ran was!

He keeps getting scammed here every day, and he's still acting all different.

Zhou Jin walked over with a bitter expression. "Boss, this isn't fair, is it? He just hit my target, didn't he? Zero points!"

Shi Ran, standing to the side, was making a mess, tilting her head with an innocent look on her face.

"Oh? Is that so, Your Honor?"

It would be a miracle if Fu Yanshen could say even a single word for Zhou Jin.

He said expressionlessly, "You score points by hitting the can."

Zhou Jin laughed in exasperation, "Boss, you can't just turn a blind eye to him all the time!"

Fu Yanshen quietly looked at Zhou Jin, raised the gun in his hand, closed one eye, and glanced at Zhou Jin.

"Is that enough?"

Zhou Jin: ?

Zhou Jin was furious. Zhou Jin completely lost it. Zhou Jin wished he could revert to his primal nature in the rainforest and punch the love-struck fool and kick the scheming woman.

When he finished his combo, he turned around and there was only Crow left.

The crow watched him silently, knowing full well that there were tigers in the mountains, yet still enjoying playing with them.

You lost.

Zhou Jin rolled her eyes at him. "I know."

The crow followed, pressing its face close to mock, "You lost to a newbie."

"A cunning newbie!" Zhou Jin's voice rose eight octaves. "A treacherous newbie! A newbie who manipulates the referee!"

The crow paused for three seconds, then shortened its sentence to, "A novice."

Zhou Jin looked up at the sky and roared.

Inside the tent, Shi Ran, who was about to fall asleep, heard this and laughed so hard that she trembled in Fu Yanshen's arms.

He rolled over and landed directly on top of Fu Yanshen.

"Coach," he said in a low voice, "it's time for live-fire drills."