Can Someone Please Go After My Sister!?!?! - Chapter 78

Don't bully Wang Er

I locked the car and planned to go to the medical examination with Liu Shitong...

But at this moment, a stern roar exploded behind me: "Lin Yushan!"

As long as I hear this tone and line, I can tell who is coming with my eyes closed...

"Wang Er..." I turned around and stared helplessly at this serious-looking guy, "What are you doing? Why don't you go for a physical examination?"

Wang Er looked at me innocently: "In advance? Ejaculate in advance?"

I wanted to cover Liu Shitong's ears immediately, but it was too late.

Liu Shitong blushed when she heard the obscene words and looked at me awkwardly: "This is, this is your friend?"

"Yeah." I smiled dryly, then leaned close to her ear and whispered, "He has an IQ problem and always imitates what others say... Don't mind him, he doesn't have bad intentions."

Liu Shitong looked at him pitifully, smiled and greeted him: "Hello... My name is Liu Shitong, and I'm Yushan's friend."

Mr. Wang Er stared at the girl curiously, then nodded to me seriously: "Yes, this is halal."

Hey, you should say it's pure, okay? I'm not a kebab!

I give up. What kind of junk files have these guys installed on Mr. Wang Er’s hard drive recently?

"You are very...interesting..." Liu Shitong said to him with difficulty, as if she was communicating with a foreigner in Chinese.

No... We can't let Wang Er and Liu Shitong continue to have contact...

I decided to stand up and maintain harmonious relationships among people.

"Wang Er, it's almost time," I pointed to my watch, "It's time for the physical examination!"

Wang Er looked at his expensive watch seriously and nodded at me: "It's noon."

"Shitong, I still have to take him for a physical examination... You go first," I coughed and patted Mr. Wang Er, trying to stand between him and Shitong: "You go first, it's okay."

Liu Shitong looked at us worriedly and nodded: "Call me if you need my help." Then she walked briskly towards the school hospital.

I breathed a sigh of relief, then turned around and looked at Wang Er fiercely: "Who taught you to use such foul language just now?"

Mr. Wang Er lost his disguised dignity and became an honest and somewhat shy child: "A noble man, a man who has gotten rid of vulgar tastes..."

"Who is it?" I deliberately acted viciously.

"Li Shiming!" He looked at me, blinking.

I waved my hands helplessly...as expected...

What on earth is Li Shiming doing when he is training this guy? I have some doubts. Is he teaching dirty jokes?

"In short, you can't say that to a girl." I patted his shoulder. Mr. Wang Er nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, indicating that he understood - this guy was very obedient to me, even to the point of obeying the organization's orders.

Don't get me wrong - although Mr. Wang Er is stupid, he is not the kind of fool who can be cheated by a lollipop. Otherwise, with his net worth, his father would have to hire a group of bodyguards to keep him under control and would never let him run around like a madman.

Mr. Wang Er inherited some of his father's business qualities: for example, he is unwilling to trust others easily.

Although he is a fool, he can instinctively feel malice and kindness like an animal. Once he meets someone with impure motives, he will instinctively avoid them.

His low IQ makes him almost immune to sophisticated logical tricks, so few people can fool this fool.

His father is also a powerful businessman in the city. It is said that he has connections in both the black and white worlds and has extensive connections with all kinds of people. That's why no one dares to take advantage of this idiot young master.

In a sense, the environment in which Mr. Wang Er lives is like heaven.

As a second-generation super rich man with a girlfriend and a house, he doesn't care about these trivial things at all... Instead, he spends all day with the ants, bugs, and NYH members on campus...

I remember that the opportunity for me to meet Mr. Wang Er was during the night break of military training.

People from each class picked out victims to sing with each other. Some were mic tyrants seeking fame, while others were 2Bs who were made fun of.

Mr. Wang Er belongs to the latter, the B2 bomber in 2B...

After everyone knew that this guy was a wealthy man with a low IQ, they all mocked him in private, either overtly or covertly, and the performance that night completely pushed the event to a climax...

At that time, Wang Er, a student with a look of ignorance, was pushed to the open space by everyone. Everyone looked at him with a teasing eye, and the mixed and ups and downs of the tone twisted into one sentence: Sing one!

But Mr. Wang Er can't sing...

Just when he was getting anxious and angry, being mocked by countless pairs of eyes in the darkness and teased by countless indifferent people, I couldn't bear it anymore.

As someone who has lost both parents, I know how painful it is to be laughed at.

When I was working, I was subjected to countless discussions and so-called sympathy. There were even people with bad connections who shamelessly came to the store where I worked, bought something, and looked at me with a smile and said, "Don't give me the change. You are poor. Buy yourself some candy."

Their parents gave them a comfortable life, allowing them to have enough food and clothing and have fun freely...

And at this moment, they vented all their negative emotions, inferiority and anger on an innocent fool...

I can't sit still anymore.

I don't think it was entertainment.

Some "entertainment" is extremely harsh torture and harm to others.

So I rushed to the open space and started singing "My Sun" at the top of my lungs, deliberately making it sound extremely awful, making up lines at random and even using Japanese, just to bring everyone's sarcastic looks to a climax so that I could hide this poor guy in the darkness.

There were two things I didn't know that day.

I didn’t know these two things until a long time later.

The first thing was that a sophomore girl named An Ru curiously asked people around her: Who is this silly boy?

And the other thing was that there was a pair of eyes upstairs, looking at me, and then sighing silently.

From then on, Mr. Wang Er became my "shadow", almost always available at my beck and call, with a smiling expression on his face, his branded clothes from head to toe wrinkled and dirty, and he would hold a wooden stick or other "toys" he had picked up in his hands.

Many people said a lot of nasty things, such as I approached him for money, and some said Wang Er was gay and I was his kept gigolo...

But the fact is that every time I take him out for a cold drink or a beverage, I pay for it.

The more their rumors mocked me, the more outspoken and casual I became.

You bullied fools, and I stood up for myself, but was slammed with malicious slander instead - is there any justice in this world?

So Mr. Wang Er and I have maintained a strange but indestructible friendship...

I was immersed in memories of the past, but was suddenly brought back to reality by a phone call.

Li Shiming's phone number?

"Hello?"

"Hey, Captain! Is Wang Er with you?"

"Yes, what's the matter?"

"Hurry up and bring him here!" He breathed a sigh of relief, "Our 'combat meeting' at Masan is about to begin!"