Chapter 38: Spare The Life Of "Little Brother"

  Mr. Zhu vaguely felt that this chair seemed to be different from before when he sat on it, and while he was puzzled and recalling the past, he didn't expect the chair to suddenly collapse. This scared him so much that he let out a loud "Ah" and his body tilted to one side.

  In a state of panic, Old Zhu instinctively stretched out his hands to break his fall, hoping not to hurt himself too badly, otherwise this old body might end up with some kind of injury.

  But just as his hand was about to fall, it suddenly landed on something and, using this force, the center of gravity of his body finally adjusted.

  "What is this?" Old Zhu wondered, scratching his palm that was supporting the thing, feeling it to be quite warm and fluffy.

  He just wanted to see what was holding himself up, but suddenly heard a voice coming from the bottom of his pants, "I'm telling you, old Zhu, stop grabbing, my hair is almost being pulled out by you."

  Mr. Zhu was startled, almost shouting out "What kind of monster dares to drill into the old man's crotch!" As he straightened his waist, his buttocks borrowed the last bit of support from the chair and sprang up. At that moment, under the chair, there was a loud thud, as if a piece of pork had been slammed heavily onto the floor.

  Right after that, one of the chair legs suddenly broke off at the root and fell to one side, revealing the "monster" hiding underneath.

  "Money... Mr. Qian?" Finally seeing the true face of this "monster", Old Zhu was stunned, and only then did he realize that the place he had just propped himself up against was actually the back of Qian's head. He asked in a daze: "What are you doing crouching under the chair?"

  Suddenly, he thought of Qian Dabing's notorious behavior in school and his face changed instantly. He secretly thought: Could it be that this guy is not only interested in women but also... Is he trying to peek at "birds" by squatting under the chair?

  Old Zhu suddenly broke out in goosebumps, and his gaze at Qian Dabing also became strange.

  Qian Dabing was now beyond description, his entire body lying on the ground like a dead dog, his limbs curled up, his face deathly pale, and he was panting heavily.

  Just as Old Zhu stood up, the last bit of strength he borrowed was actually Qian Dabing's last bit of residual energy. When this last bit of residual energy was also consumed by Old Zhu, Qian Dabing was directly pressed to the ground, and the sound of the pork hitting the ground was the sound produced when his abdomen and chest violently collided with the floor.

  Qin Lang saw Qian Dabing's appearance and laughed happily, taking over Zhu Dajie's words: "Didn't I just tell you that he is lonely and wants to draw some nourishment from the earth mother's embrace? Maybe he thinks that by drilling under the chair, he can get closer to Mother Earth."

  Old Zhu burst out laughing with a snort.

  Qian Dabing struggled to lift his head, his fingers trembling as he pointed at Qin Lang, seemingly wanting to retort a few words, but his mouth was gasping for air, utterly devoid of the strength to speak.

  It's no wonder he's exhausted like this. Anyone else would be too, maintaining a kneeling position for so long and carrying an adult on their back. Unless they've had special training, anyone would be drained of energy.

  "Teacher Qian, you're so talented! I'm far inferior to you, old man." Zhu Dajie followed Qin Lang's tone and started teasing Qian Dabing, "However, it's freezing cold outside, be careful that Mother Earth doesn't give you nourishment, but instead gives you a bad case of rheumatism or arthritis, which is hard to cure!"

  As he spoke, he winked at Qin Lang and walked away with his hands behind his back, humming "Sha Jia Bang".

  Qian Dabing, after all, has a sports background, bleeds quickly and recovers slowly. After lying on the ground for a few minutes, he finally caught his breath, propped himself up from the ground, and as soon as he straightened his waist, he let out an "ah" and bent down 90 degrees again.

  "Is this your rhythm of apology?" Qin Lang asked with a smile.

  "You apologize, I'm the one with a sore waist." Qian Dabing pounded his waist while glaring fiercely at Qin Lang. The time spent kneeling had been too long, and he had been pressed down by heavy objects for so long that his waist muscles had been overworked. He hadn't felt it when he was still bent over, but as soon as he straightened up, his waist felt like it was broken.

  "Your waist is sore, you should ask Xie Yalong to treat it for you." Qin Lang joked with a trendy phrase he learned from TV and pointed to the water dispenser at the entrance of the library: "I've just recited for so long, I'm a bit thirsty now, go get me a glass of water."

  Qian Dabing's eyes bulged, and he almost got angry enough to get sick. Without thinking, he cursed: "Give you a bit of color, do you really think you can manipulate me? You think I'll pour water for you? I'll pour it on your face."

  "It seems you're someone who doesn't drink when toasted but wants to be punished for not drinking. You don't think I just exposed you, and now I can't do anything about it?" Qin Lang shook his head, pointing at the business card on the table with his finger.

  Qian Dabing immediately wilted, just under the chair cushion, although he couldn't see it with his own eyes, but his ears weren't deaf. Director Ma sent Qin Lang a business card and pen, and Qin Lang's extremely appreciative expression, he heard them all.

  He had been nervous all along, afraid that Qin Lang would expose him, but in the end Qin Lang didn't do so, which made him breathe a sigh of relief. But now Qin Lang's action of pointing at the name card was nothing more than a threat to him, if he didn't pour water, then the owner of this name card would have to have a good fight with him.

  His purpose of hiding in embarrassment is probably because he's afraid of running into Director Ma, so for now he can only reluctantly submit.

  "Fine, I'll get it for you." Qian Dabing gritted his teeth and said, then forced himself to endure the pain in his waist, hunching over as he walked towards the water dispenser.

  When Qian Dabing brought the water over with a scowl on his face, Qin Lang spoke up again. He pointed to the broken table and chairs on the floor: "These things are an eyesore. Fix them for me. However, don't fix them here, it'll disturb my reading. If you're afraid of running into Director Ma if you take them out, then go fix them in the bathroom."

  Qian Dabing gritted his teeth and restrained himself from hitting someone, staring at Qin Lang with a fierce gaze.

  Qin Lang smiled, picked up the pen on the table, twisted open the pen cap, and said: "The director of Ma sent a pen, should be very good. I heard that it was still given to him by Governor Wang, I guess using such a pen to write words, must make people's eyes shine brightly. What do you think?"

  "You're ruthless!" Qian Dabing sadly discovered that he was now completely outplayed by this fool, and instead was being toyed with.

  But he couldn't do anything, who let this fool get in a relationship with Director Ma and even got Governor Wang's pen. He had also seriously offended Director Ma before. Now, even if he borrowed some courage, he didn't dare to do anything to Qin Lang, and could only be forced to follow the other person's arrangements.

  Endure, I must endure, endure until the storm passes, and then I'll settle accounts with this fool! Qian Dabing reminded himself in his heart while carrying a toolbox and dragging broken chairs and tables towards the toilet.

  It can be seen that he really listened to Qin Lang's words, and did not dare to repair the library. He was afraid of running into Director Ma, so he hid in the toilet.

  Qin Lang finally couldn't help it, laughing heartily. He suddenly discovered that, in addition to concentrating on reading, playing with this money-making soldier between claps was actually a pretty good pastime.

  Soon after Qian Dabing left, Qin Lang put his attention back on the book. As for the pen and business card, he casually put them in his pocket without a care. Whether it was the director's business card or the provincial governor's pen, to him, their greatest significance was just being used to suppress some minor villains' behavior, and there was no need to take them seriously.

  "Master, it seems there's another annoying guy who's been sending you harassing messages. Do you need your loving servant to discipline him for you?" A woman's voice suddenly rang out, her sweet and charming tone filled with a seductive flavor.

  Qin Lang was taken aback for a moment before he suddenly realized that it was his own phone making the sound.

  "This Qin Da stupid, the ringing tone is already lewd enough, didn't expect this SMS tone to be even better." Qin Lang shook his head and took out his phone to open the message.

  The text message was from an unfamiliar number with no record, and it only contained a few words: Little thief, you are bold and unscrupulous.

  "Huh?" Qin Lang was perplexed, the content didn't seem like a spam message or harassment, but the meaning of these few words left him somewhat bewildered.

  "How strange, who sent this? Little thief, little thief, why does this title seem somewhat familiar?" Qin Lang's eyebrows furrowed, and suddenly a flash of inspiration streaked across his mind.

  He suddenly remembered something and a strange smile appeared on his face. He immediately typed three words in the message reply: Are you a female knight?

  Just sent out, a few seconds later, the SMS ringtone rang again. Qin Lang smiled, "The response is quite fast."

  He opened the message, and this time the content on it made him burst out laughing. All he saw was written: Little thief, you dare not to listen to my advice, privately with a demon girl, in broad daylight, in front of the government office, doing that shameful act, I have decided to give you the Chrysanthemum Treasure Book, you can take care of yourself, hum hum hum...

  "Hmm, this woman is quite well-informed." Qin Lang had a good smile on his face, but the actions he and Mei Yuxuan took that day were indeed eye-catching. It's not surprising that many people at the Public Security Bureau saw it and passed it on to Bai Wuyan's ears.

  Sunflower Manual?

  Qin Lang muttered to himself, suddenly feeling playful and mischievous. Suppressing a smile, he replied: "Heroine spare my life, spare the life of 'little brother'..."

  No sooner had he sent the reply than his mobile phone rang, its lewd ringtone suddenly blasting out and startling the few people reading in the library, who all turned to look.

  Qin Lang took a look at the incoming call and saw that it was from this unfamiliar number. He didn't want to disturb the quiet atmosphere of the library, so he took his phone and went out of the library.

  At the entrance of the library, Qin Lang was just about to answer his phone when he was bumped into by a careless girl who came face to face with him.

  The girl exclaimed "Oh no!" and hurriedly apologized: "Sorry, sorry."

  Qin Lang didn't mind and answered the phone instead.

  The phone rang, and I heard Bai Wuxia's voice filled with resentment and grievance, "Little thief, you're going to die..."

  "Don't be so ruthless, White Maiden," Qin Lang said with a smile.

  "Hmph, if I had known today, why bother with the past?" said Bai Wuxia with a sigh.

  Qin Lang smiled and was about to speak when he saw the girl still standing beside him with an apologetic expression. He waved his hand, indicating it was okay, and didn't bother her again.

  The girl saw this, looked at Qin Lang twice, and since he really didn't have any blaming intention, she hastily walked into the library.

  In the library, Qian Dabing finally fixed the table and chair in the toilet, dragged them back to the corner where Qin Lang was, but found that Qin Lang had disappeared.

  "Huh, where did that fool go?" Qian Dabing arranged the tables and chairs while searching for Qin Lang's whereabouts, but there was no sign of Qin Lang in the library. Instead, when his gaze passed through the entrance, he saw a girl rushing in hastily.

  The girl ran to the lending desk and asked a few questions to Mr. Zhu, who was sitting there sipping tea and reading the newspaper. Mr. Zhu pointed to Qian Dabing's direction, and the girl walked over.

  "Huh, could it be that she's looking for me?" Qian Dabing's eyebrows twitched, and he felt a sense of self-satisfaction. He thought to himself: It seems that although my face is not as good-looking as before, my charm still remains. The girl who has a crush on me actually followed me all the way to this library. I'm like a firefly in the dark night, so eye-catching and dazzling, even the library can't dim my brilliance.