"Uh... so there's no reason, he just has to hit us?" Mao Feiyang felt rather aggrieved, even a little wronged. "How is that fair?"
So Art Students weren't people, huh?!
I'm so fucking done with this!
"What more reason do you need? The baton in the Security Guard's hand is the reason." Mu Daxian curled his lip. "There are plenty of things you won't find answers to. But the good news is, the Security Guard won't spot you from miles away and chase you down just to whack you. He'll only give you a whack if you happen to be on his way."
"So... unless there's something you need to do, 'stay as far away from the Security Guard as possible.'"
Mao Feiyang smacked his lips, still unwilling to give up. "But those words, 'as possible'-can I take that to mean we can ask the Security Guard for help if necessary?"
Mu Daxian couldn't help giving Mao Feiyang another look, thinking, You just have to fly straight into the fucking flame, don't you?
"That's not wrong..."
"For us, when we're safe, the Security Guard is the most dangerous thing around. When we're in danger, he's the safest."
Mao Feiyang curled his lip. "Then, if 'all beings are equal'... does the Security Guard hit Athlete Students too?"
Mu Daxian immediately lost his patience. "Hey, do you absolutely have to keep picking at this Security Guard business? Bottom line, don't go looking for the Security Guard and courting death unless you've already hit a dead end. Understand?"
Mu Daxian really wanted to go over and give Mao Feiyang a couple of good thumps.
But seeing the somewhat innocent look in Mao Feiyang's eyes, Mu Daxian sighed helplessly again.
He understood now. Mao Feiyang wasn't being provocative; he harbored a streak of obnoxiousness