Honest Beta gets scammed

By the time Li Qing got off work, it was already dawn.

After changing his clothes in the dressing room, he left the club with Liu Yu, said goodbye at the door, and hurriedly went home.

Because the club does not provide accommodation, Li Qing is currently living in a shared apartment four kilometers away from the club. After returning home, Li Qing quickly took a shower and collapsed onto the bed, falling asleep almost instantly.

I slept like a log!

When I woke up again, it was pitch black outside the window.

Li Qing groggily sat up in bed, rubbing her messy hair, and turned off her phone alarm.

The screen was lit up, showing the time as 6 PM.

Time to go back to work.

He had been working mostly night shifts this month, from 7 p.m. to 7 a.m. the next morning. Li Qing was still not used to this upside-down life. Even though this job was much easier than carrying bricks on a construction site, he still felt like his life was over every time this happened.

With a sigh, Li Qing struggled to get out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash up.

The cold water splashed on his face finally sobered him up a bit. Once everything was settled, he glanced at the time again and, not daring to delay any longer, grabbed his briefcase and rushed out the door.

He has to catch the bus!

……

"Beep—beep beep—"

The road was filled with the constant honking of cars, extremely noisy. He Xiangchen leaned out slightly, looking at the motionless traffic in front of him, and honked the horn twice more in frustration, but to no avail. The road was still moving at a snail's pace due to the evening rush hour congestion.

"Tsk."

He Xiangchen clicked his tongue, helpless, and could only move slowly with the flow of traffic.

Suddenly, a sharp, piercing pain erupted in my brain.

Without warning, his spiritual sea surged wildly, creating a giant wave that crossed the forbidden line and frantically tested the edge of riot.

His hands gripping the steering wheel tightened suddenly, his knuckles turned white, and the veins on his arms bulged. He slammed on the brakes, clutched his head in pain, and bent over, his body curling up slightly in the driver's seat.

Immediately, disgruntled honking blared from behind, each honk more urgent than the last.

After a while, the pain subsided, and the turbulent sea of ​​consciousness retreated back into a safe zone. Although it was still violent, it was finally maintained in a tolerable state.

He Xiangchen slowly raised his head, his forehead covered in cold sweat, his chest rising and falling slightly. He looked up at the rearview mirror, his eyes filled with a lingering sinister glint.

The relentless honking continued.

He Xiangchen took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the urge to get out of the car and drag the driver of the car behind him out and smash him to pieces. When he raised his face again, his expression had returned to calm and nonchalant.

He restarted the vehicle and slowly caught up with the traffic.

At this snail's pace, who knows when we'll even reach Shengxin?

It's probably another red light; the traffic has come to a standstill.

Just then, the bus in front suddenly stopped. He Xiangchen raised his eyelids and looked over, and saw someone getting off the bus from the back door.

The person was wearing an extremely frightening fluorescent yellow polo shirt, paired with loose gray capri pants and a pair of thunder sandals. He was carrying a takeout bag with a milk tea brand logo on it and rushed to the roadside in a hurry!

He quickly swept aside a shared bicycle, hopped on, and pedaled away, leaving afterimages as he sped off, overtaking all the cars in the area.

Having witnessed the whole thing, He Xiangchen's face scrunched up, and he unconsciously pressed his temples.

It's been a long time since I've seen someone dressed like this in Beijing.

My head was already aching, and then that flash of fluorescent yellow light made my eyes feel a little painful too.

So much so that he began to have some illusions.

That person looks somewhat familiar.

……

Li Qing used every ounce of strength he had, frantically pedaling the pedals, and finally arrived at Shengxin Club at the last minute.

He locked his car at the convenience store across the street, grabbed his briefcase, and rushed into the clubhouse.

Liu Yu also arrived right on time today. He arrived a little earlier than Li Qing and had just changed into his uniform.

Turning around, I saw Li Qing rush into the staff break room like a gust of wind. I was immediately blinded by the moving fluorescent yellow light. For a moment, the words I was about to say hello got stuck in my throat, and I couldn't say them.

"Liu Yu, good evening."

Li Qing greeted him, and without waiting for Liu Yu's response, quickly entered the changing room.

When he came out again, he had changed into his uniform and looked energetic and neat.

Looking at the transformed Li Qing, Liu Yu felt as if his eyes had finally been healed. He forced a smile and couldn't help but ask, "Why...did you come to work dressed like that today?"

Li Qing was on her way to her post when she heard Liu Yu's words. She stopped and turned around with a cheerful smile, saying, "Oh, I was in a rush to catch the bus, so I just threw something on. What's wrong?"

"Hehe, it's nothing." Liu Yuqian chuckled twice. "It's just... maybe you should dress more normally next time. If Brother Zhang sees you, he might scold you."

Li Qing was taken aback.

normal?

He looked down at himself, then looked up at Liu Yu, feeling a little puzzled. However, it was the time when the club was starting to get busy, so neither of them dwelled on the matter and quickly got back to work.

He Xiangchen was stuck in traffic for more than half an hour before he finally arrived at Shengxin Club.

He tossed his car keys to the security guard at the door, declined the staff's offer to guide him, and walked confidently toward his reserved room.

As he reached the door of the private room, he raised his hand to push it open, but as if sensing something, he paused, turned his head, and looked at the person who had just come out of another room carrying an empty tray.

The man, dressed in a waiter's uniform and standing tall, left in the opposite direction.

He Xiangchen narrowed his eyes slightly.

Isn't that the little yellow dog from earlier?

Just then, the door to the private room was pulled open from the inside, and loud music and noise instantly spilled out.

The person who opened the door still had a smile on their face. When they saw He Xiangchen standing in the doorway, they were taken aback at first, but then immediately reacted and shouted excitedly to the person inside, "Mr. He is here!"

Upon hearing this, a chorus of enthusiastic agreement immediately erupted from inside.

Upon hearing this, He Xiangchen withdrew his gaze, turned around, a smile already on his face, and stepped inside.

The room was filled with deafening music, spinning colored lights, and a birthday cake on the coffee table.

The actual birthday person is sitting obediently to one side, leaving the central seat of the sofa empty.

Upon seeing He Xiangchen enter, the man immediately stood up and greeted him with a smile: "Mr. He!"

Happy birthday, Yang An.

He Xiangchen said with a smile.

"Thank you, Mr. He!"

Upon hearing this, Yang An's face flashed with excitement, and his cheeks flushed slightly.