Chapter Ninety-Six: A Roar for Injustice
"A bet's a bet. I'll order drinks. What do you two want?" the short-haired girl asked, picking up her phone.
"Soda water/mineral water," Zi Cheng and Xiang Kun said almost in unison, then exchanged a glance.
The short-haired girl slightly pursed her lips. "Drink whatever you want, no need to save us money! Buying you two drinks is no problem!"
Xiang Kun nodded vigorously. "Then I'll drink mineral water." He had ordered soda water before, but only took a sip. Although he didn't spit it out, he still felt strange and uncomfortable in his stomach.
Zicheng also said, "Soda water, mineral water, purified water, anything is fine, but I really don't want to drink other beverages or alcohol."
The short-haired girl had no choice but to go to the bar and order them a bottle of mineral water and a glass of soda.
After Xiang Kun used the "A4 Paper 1" trick to temporarily intimidate the two girls, he finally took control of the conversation, allowing Zi Cheng to start chatting with them about life, such as their experiences abroad and the changes before and after returning from abroad.
They also learned the names of the two girls: the short-haired girl was named Zhang Qian, who had just returned from England, and the girl with glasses Yang Jie, a master's student at the university near the bar.
Xiang Kun firmly saw himself as an excellent wingman; as long as Zi Cheng could control the pace of the conversation, he would basically not interrupt.
But the two girls were clearly still very curious about the "magical" A4 paper. They kept trying to find out why Xiang Kun was able to guess what numbers were written on the paper, and even asked to play it again.
However, Xiang Kun made an excuse to refuse. Such a mysterious thing only needs to be shown once. He didn't want to study the mystery of that A4 paper with them.
When it was almost 11 o'clock, Zhang Qian and Yang Jie said they had to go back. Xiang Kun and Zi Cheng didn't say much, but stood up and watched them leave.
Just before leaving with her bag, the short-haired girl Zhang Qian, suddenly said to Xiang Kun, "How about I take that A4 sheet of paper you have?"
A pair of starry eyes gazed at him expectantly.
"No, this is something I'm going to keep as a family heirloom," Xiang Kun replied without the slightest hesitation.
"Then sell it to me? Name your price?" Zhang Qian asked again.
"This paper says it's about selling art, not sex..." Xiang Kun continued to fabricate.
"Tch, stingy!" Zhang Qian didn't say anything more and left the bar with her friend.
After the two women disappeared, Zicheng turned to Xiang Kun and asked, "Hey? Didn't you ask them for their WeChat or phone numbers?"
Xiang Kun glared at him. "I'm a wingman! Why should I ask them for it instead of asking them?"
Zi Cheng adjusted his glasses and laughed, "We're like brothers, no need for 'master' or 'wingman' distinctions, we're all the same, the same."
Xiang Kun was speechless. He could see that his brother hadn't changed much after spending several years "cultivating" in America.
However, Xiang Kun seems quite adept at handling girls now. He knows this is partly because he's detached and focused on his own abilities and the sensory information and data he gathers when interacting with them, and partly because the information he acquires allows him to accurately grasp their emotional changes, discerning which words are insincere and which are genuine, and identifying their most interesting topics. This makes interacting with them much easier and more effortless.
"Let's go too. What time is your flight tomorrow?" Xiang Kun asked.
Zi Cheng glanced at his phone and said, "It's a little past 11 a. m., no problem. Let's go buy some food and go to the hotel for a while."
As the two left the bar, they saw Zhang Qian and Yang Jie, who had left earlier, being harassed by several obviously drunk young men, who seemed to be inviting them to dance at a nearby disco. Although both women had furrowed brows, they didn't seem flustered. After all, the area was generally safe, and there were plenty of pedestrians outside, security cameras everywhere, and a police station on the street. These men were probably just talking nonsense; the probability of them doing anything really bad was not high.
Seeing this, Zicheng hesitated for a moment, then whispered to Xiang Kun, "Should we go over and help?"
He had barely finished speaking when he saw Xiang Kun raise his phone and shout to the group of drunk young men, "I've called the police! They'll be here soon!"
The word "come" even produced an echo.
His shout was so loud that not only Zicheng next to him, but also the several drunk young people, Zhang Qian and Yang Jie, and even a few passersby nearby were startled.
Then, as if the ambient volume had been instantly turned down, no one spoke, and everyone's attention was focused on the bald man who had just stepped out of the bar and was holding up his phone.
"Call the police? Call the police my ass... I..." One of the drunk young men tried to rush towards Xiang Kun, but was pulled back by his companion. He then shouted a warning at Xiang Kun as he staggered away.
Under everyone's gaze, Xiang Kun nonchalantly put away his phone. He didn't actually dial the police; he was just trying to scare those people.
Although simply stepping in front of the drunkards to shield them from their harassment would make him appear more manly and heroic, Xiang Kun had no intention of getting involved with the two girls and didn't care about their opinions. Besides, according to the pattern, tomorrow was his "blood-drinking period," and he didn't want to get detained for fighting or causing any unnecessary trouble.
Zhang Qian laughed at Xiang Kun, "Is this some kind of Buddhist Lion's Roar Kung Fu? It's making my ears ring."
Xiang Kun adjusted his glasses, smiled, and pointed to the bar's parking lot. "Where are you going? We can give you a ride if we're going that way?"
"No need, I've already called a car. Xiaojie lives on campus, it's just a short walk away," Zhang Qian refused.
Xiang Kun had only asked casually and didn't say anything more. He simply said goodbye to the two of them and went to get the car with Zicheng.
After getting in the car, Zicheng suddenly said, "Hey? It seems we forgot to ask for their WeChat and phone numbers again?"
Xiang Kun drove the car out of the parking lot expressionlessly, and slowly stopped as he passed the bar entrance. He said to Zi Cheng, "Are you going to get out and ask now?"
"Why did I ask... Uh, never mind, there's no point in developing anything anyway. Let's go, let's go buy some food." Zicheng said, shrinking his head.
Watching the Volkswagen Magotan stop briefly at the roadside ahead and then immediately drive away, Zhang Qian frowned and said, "I initially thought they had ulterior motives and were after us, but I didn't expect them to leave without leaving any contact information?"
Yang Jie, the girl with glasses next to me, chuckled, "What do you mean by 'coming at us'? If they have ulterior motives, then they can only be coming at you. But you know what, when I first saw those three drunkards when we came out, my first thought was that they were shills hired by those two. But if they were shills, then this script is really bad, isn't it? They scared them away by calling the police?"
Zhang Qian snorted, "I thought my six years of Taekwondo training were finally about to give me my first real street sparring experience..."
"Oh, you're quite disappointed? Don't let yourself get beaten up by a drunk and I have to use pepper spray to save you. But those two guys in the bar... they don't seem like anyone specifically sent to 'seduce' you, one's bald, the other's fat..." Yang Jie said, unable to help but cover her mouth and laugh.
"That's true, but how could they be so accurate if they didn't know our information beforehand?" Zhang Qian frowned. She had never believed Xiang Kun's so-called fortune-telling claims and had always thought that Xiang Kun and Zi Cheng were just trying to strike up a conversation with them. However, as the conversation progressed, she found that the two of them were not like the people she had imagined.
Yang Jie nodded in agreement. "That A4 paper is a bit strange too. I just can't figure it out. There were no security cameras where I wrote it, and no one was around. How did he know I wrote 'six'? It couldn't have been by fortune telling, could it?"
"Could there really be something strange about that piece of paper? Is it some kind of special magic prop?" Zhang Qian pondered. Just then, the car she had called arrived, and she pulled Yang Jie's arm and got in. "Don't go to the dorm tonight, come to the hotel and chat with me."
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