Chapter 749 - The Superstar Little Brother-in-Law and The Social Butterfly Big Sister-in-Law (18)

The bar attracts all sorts from the three teaching and nine trades1 with its flashing lights and intoxicating drinks.

These factors combined to stimulate hostility in people.

The men under the stage had rolled up their sleeves, eyes bloodshot as they rushed up, to beat down that arrogant boy, He Nanxi.

He Nanxi was already in a violent and stormy mood. Incited by these people, he lifted his legs and fiercely kicked them down one after another.

Quite a man, he seemed to have the momentum to best ten thousand men.

Bai Weiwei said to the system, “These legs, are too powerful.”

The System flipped through its information, finely studying the details, “En, he has been learning Taekwondo for years. When he’s upset he likes to kick sandbags.”

So this posture was to kick people like sandbags.

Bai Weiwei: “...... If I accidentally revealed the secret, later. Or pick on him and he isn’t happy, won’t he kick me like a sandbag?”

System: It doesn’t matter, hitting is intimacy, scolding is love. His feelings will deepen if he kicks a couple times. Kick by kick, the favorability will rise.”

Bai Weiwei: “......”

Later, if I want to share deep feelings with the system, can’t I kick it a few times?

He Nanxi wasn’t a bull, his legs couldn’t rival such a large group.

Someone wildly swung a bottle at him. With its trajectory it would hit Bai Weiwei.

He Nanxi’s pupils contracted and anxiously ducked to the side.

But, in doing so, he couldn’t avoid another man’s fist. His face was struck hard and a bloody taste suddenly filled his mouth.

He Nanxi expressionlessly bent his leg, kneeing the man who punched him in the abdomen, making him double over.

Despite that, his mask fell off, revealing his stunningly handsome and boyish countenance.

Some people realized he looked familiar, “Same face as He Nanxi?”

“Who, ah?”

“The slag song emperor, ah. It’s the rotten junkie that has one night stands and bullies people.”

“...... Very strong resemblance, but if that’s really being said, how could he still have the face to go out?”

He Nanxi’s expression was cold, he wanted to pretend to be indifferent.

Despite this, he couldn’t move his body.

Even when Bai Weiwei pushed her way out from his arms.

He didn’t stop her.

His thoughts couldn’t be suppressed, returning again, to the last time he went on stage.

As soon as he started singing, the audience below booed.

He endured the shame and intended to finish the song.

But more and more people demanded he get off the stage.

A girl who was once a hardcore fan of his ran onstage with flowers.

He thought she was still his supporter and was just about to smile.

When the girl threw the flowers away, reached out and threw a rotten egg at his face.

“Slag, how do you still have the face to sing. The fact that I was once pink for you is simply a stain of my life.”

That egg smashed him completely senseless.

It also completely wiped out his self confidence.

And now it seemed like the scene from that time was repeating itself.

The people under the stage cast him contemptuous looks, as they noticed one by one.

“Hey, see that slag, that’s He Nanxi.”

“The one from the entertainment world? I used to listen to his songs.”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Tipped trough, it’s really him, ah. I thought the news was smearing him, but seeing him like this, he’s just human slag.”

The mob’s sarcastic derision was like a wave.

He Nanxi pressed his lips, he couldn’t help but put his hand in his pocket and clutch his fist.

His overcast eyes flashed a hint of helplessness.

Although his spine was kept straight, his muscles were trembling.

Like a child who did something wrong, in the face of the criticism of the crowd, he could only stand still and didn’t dare to resist.

He wanted to escape the other’s ridicule, yet he couldn’t move his legs.

Suddenly a crisp angry shout sounded, “You’re the slag. Your faces are ugly and your minds are stupid. Walking on two legs with an empty man’s appearance, men who don’t learn.”

1: 三教九流 An idiom meaning, all kinds of people, but is usually used in a derogatory way. For those curious. Three teachings: Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism. Nine schools: Agriculturists, Confucians, Taoists, Eclectics, Legalists, Logicians, Mohists, Political Strategists, Yin Yang.↩