The Self-Cultivation of a Simp; Xiao Wu's Plea

Tang San was on the verge of tears.

"Fuck, wasn't I speaking up for your brother Oscar? Why are you hitting me too?"

He hurriedly tried to explain, waving both hands in the air as he tried to say something.

But Ma Hongjun paid him no mind and started hitting him left and right again.

"Fuck, you were the one who stirred up trouble last time and nearly made my teacher lose face."

"And this time you ruined my brother's business. Why the hell are you everywhere?"

Dai Mubai stood guard to one side, watching Tang San like a tiger eyeing its prey.

Tang San had originally wanted to fight back, but seeing Dai Mubai standing there, itching to join in, how could he still dare?

He could only swallow the injustice and take the smacking blows.

Even Oscar could hardly bear to watch. He hurriedly waved his hands. "Forget it, forget it..."

"Tang San may be a little stupid, have a bit of a problem with his mouth, and have low emotional intelligence, but..."

Hope showed on Tang San's face, and a ray of light appeared in his eyes. Finally, someone who can see clearly! Little Ao, I didn't help you for nothing!

"But... uh..." Oscar seemed to remember something and changed his tune. "Go a little easier on him. Don't break him. We're all classmates, after all."

Tang San: "..."

"No, bruh, wha the fuh..."

Tang San wanted to cry, but had no tears.

He couldn't understand it. He had clearly been speaking up for Oscar, so why were they beating him again...?

Dai Mubai sneered, "Oscar and Ning Rongrong are both willing. What need is there for you to jump up and down here?"

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun couldn't understand it either. It was so obviously an unequal treaty, so why did Little Ao relish it so much?

As for women, with Oscar's looks, couldn't he find one whenever he wanted?

But when they saw the deep affection in Oscar's eyes, the way he looked as though he wished he could stick his eyes on Ning Rongrong, they could say no more.

There was no other reason.

Brotherhood was in the heart!

As long as their brother was willing, they would support him unconditionally!

Of course, part of the reason was that they felt guilty about Oscar getting beaten that day.

In short, to sum it all up, whatever the reason, it had nothing to do with this Little Scumbag. He was jumping up and down here, so who else should they beat if not him?

By now, Tang San's face had swollen to more than twice its size, his eyes squeezed into mere slits. He was hissing out breaths, clearly almost beaten to death.

Dai Mubai frowned and waved for him to stop. "All right, that's enough. Don't actually beat him to death. That wouldn't look good."

Only then did Ma Hongjun stop, still unsatisfied.

Oscar shot Tang San a resentful glance, spat, and cursed, "You little scumbag, why the fuck are you everywhere?!"

Then he gave Ma Hongjun a strange look and asked in confusion, "You damn fatty, force acts both ways. You've been hitting him for so long. Don't your hands hurt?"

Ma Hongjun wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead with both hands and raised his right hand. "Hey, you were right at first. My hands really did hurt. Afterward, I used this thing, and it was much better. My hand doesn't hurt at all."

Oscar and Dai Mubai froze at his words and looked at Ma Hongjun's hand. There, in plain sight, was a rectangular object with square edges.

"A brick!"

The corner of Jiang Qin's mouth twitched. Fuck, that's vicious...

He looked at Tang San again with pity. Time and again, Tang San had picked a fight with him, and time and again he had come away humiliated. He really remembered the food but not the beating.

Dai Mubai and the others also shot Jiang Qin strange looks, full of confusion.

Could it be that Jiang Qin and Ning Rongrong aren't together?

Why hasn't he said a word against Ning Rongrong and Oscar being together?

This is just too strange...

The scene now looked like this:

Ning Rongrong stood under a tree, watching the farce with the faintest hint of a smile on her lips, as though she were holding back laughter.

Jiang Qin stood near Ning Rongrong, his face full of pity as he glanced at her from time to time.

Zhu Zhuqing remained as cold as ever, standing with Xiao Wu, but she kept glancing at Jiang Qin out of the corner of her eye, her gaze full of curiosity.

Xiao Wu looked as though she couldn't bear to watch. She wanted to go over and say something, but she hesitated, concern in her eyes.

And Oscar, the main character of the day, spat at Tang San in resentment before looking at Rongrong with an utterly lovestruck gaze. He took a few steps toward Ning Rongrong, then, as though remembering something, jumped back two steps as if shocked.

He stayed more than three meters away from Ning Rongrong the entire time.

Yet there was not the slightest grievance or anger in his eyes. Instead, he gave off the unmistakable air of a simp.

Dai Mubai looked away. "Mm, very strange."

"I don't understand, but I respect it."

He had no intention of forcibly standing up for Oscar. Born into the Star Luo Imperial Family, he had been well versed in political struggles since childhood, and he understood one principle deeply:

There was no benefit in meddling. You might think you were helping someone, but they wouldn't necessarily appreciate it.

Tang San was a plain example: he didn't understand the situation, yet he'd blindly stuck his fucking neck out.

Ning Rongrong spoke, breaking the strange silence that had settled over them. "All right, Little Ao, come with me. I have something to tell you in private."

Without waiting for Oscar to answer, she walked off to one side.

Oscar reacted as though he had heard an imperial decree. His eyes lit up, and he immediately sprinted after her as though running a hundred-meter dash. He looked just like a lapdog that had gone hungry all day and finally waited for its owner to come home from work, hurriedly wagging its tail, sticking out its tongue, and rubbing against its owner as it begged to be fed.

Dai Mubai then left first, and Ma Hongjun immediately followed. "Boss Dai," he said quietly, "why is Little Ao so, uh, such a simp...?"

Dai Mubai spoke with righteous conviction. "You don't understand. Thish is love!"

He didn't understand, but he respected it!

Then Zhu Zhuqing, as though she had made up her mind about something, took a long look at Jiang Qin and left on her own.

Now, only Jiang Qin, Xiao Wu, and the dying Tang San remained.

Jiang Qin shook his head and prepared to leave as well.

But just then, Xiao Wu stepped in front of him.

Jiang Qin stopped and looked at Xiao Wu in confusion.

Xiao Wu fell to her knees with a thud, her smooth knees turning red from the impact. The force was obvious. "Jiang Qin, please, save my third brother!"

"I know you can save him! Please..."

Xiao Wu pleaded desperately.

Jiang Qin smiled, a hint of coldness in his smile. "Xiao Wu, Tang San was obviously coming after me this time. I put up with him again and again, and it's one thing for me not to hold it against him, but now you want me to save him?"

"I, Jiang Qin, may have a good temper, but I'm not so low as to repay resentment with kindness!"

"Besides," Jiang Qin said, glancing at Tang San's condition, "that kid Tang San is tough. He won't die so easily. These aren't fatal injuries either. He's just gone into shock for the moment. He'll be fine."

Xiao Wu looked embarrassed and somewhat ashamed. She knew everything Jiang Qin said was right, which was also why she hadn't stepped forward to stop the beating just now.

Her third brother really was too good at stirring up trouble...

After that, Jiang Qin ignored Xiao Wu and swept his sleeves away.

He gave her no chance to plead again.