jdhmnovel Chapter 110 Any Door
Chapter 110 Any Door
The Anywhere Door appeared in a dark alley.
Ye Jingchen dragged Herzog out of the alley.
At the alley entrance, a woman with long, wavy blonde hair, wearing a white cropped top and frayed denim shorts, saw Ye Jingchen emerge from the alley and hooked her arm around his. "Hey little brother, wanna play?"
"Come and have a look!"
Ye Jingchen glanced at the blonde woman and uttered a single word: "Get lost."
"Excuse me!" The woman with long, wavy blonde hair withdrew her hand sheepishly, glaring resentfully at Ye Jingchen's retreating figure as he dragged Herzog away. She cursed inwardly, "If you don't want to play, then don't play! Why are you being so fierce! What's with the attitude? You stinky gay!"
Ye Jingchen dragged Herzog into a pharmacy. Behind the counter sat a petite-looking female store manager who was watching a TV series while holding a meal.
Ye Jingchen walked in.
The female pharmacy owner put down her bowl and chopsticks, stood up, and said, "Hello handsome, is there anything I can help you with?"
"Give me a dose of Strength Pills." Ye Jingchen reached out and pulled Herzog's black evening tuxedo jacket off, placing it on the glass counter. "I don't have any money with me. You can take this jacket and sell it on a second-hand platform. That should be enough to pay for the Strength Pills."
"Is the world crazy, or am I? This is even more outrageous than the K-dramas I watch! Who would settle a debt with clothes?!" The female pharmacy owner was having a mental breakdown. She had seen all sorts of customers, but she had never encountered anything so abrupt. Looking at Herzog's bruised and swollen face, her mind started racing again: "Gay? S&M? My God..."
As if possessed, she took out a box of "power pills" from a hidden wooden cabinet and pushed it in front of Ye Jingchen.
"Thank you!" Ye Jingchen nodded to the female pharmacy owner, put the box of strength pills into his pocket, and carried Herzog out.
Ye Jingchen poured out all the strength pills, looked down at Herzog, and said coldly, "Open your mouth."
Herzog looked up at Ye Jingchen, clenched his teeth, and shook his head.
With a "smack," Ye Jingchen slapped Herzog across the face with a large sinus, "Don't force me to beat you up in the street!"
"Open your mouth!"
Herzog felt his face burning and his head buzzing; he opened his mouth numbly.
Ye Jingchen shoved the strength pills into his mouth, silencing him, "Swallow them all!"
Herzog didn't even have time to chew, he just gulped it down...
A rather luxurious office space.
Behind the desk is a bookshelf filled with works.
A man wearing black-rimmed glasses and a black long-sleeved shirt is filming a short video with his mobile phone.
His name is Qingmianshou (青面兽), and he updates videos frequently on the Shoudouli Ri software, but this is not his main job.
He had just browsed the comments section and found that someone had vehemently refuted him, hitting a nerve.
Those remarks brought back memories that had been buried deep in his mind for a long time. He didn't understand why people always had to dredge up these unpleasant memories.
“I’m different from them. I need to stay rational. I’m a returnee from overseas. I’m not a loser like them. I need to be elegant. I need to be elegant.”
The blue-faced beast often reminded itself of this.
He raised his middle finger to tap the black-rimmed glasses, his expression serious. He pulled out a leather chair, sat down at the computer, clicked "Reply" with the mouse, and placed his hands on the keyboard.
"To all of you friends who have been furious, loyal, and relentlessly cursing me year after year, I sincerely apologize. I should bear all your curses because I dug up all of your ancestral graves."
Ding Dong!
The moment this reply was sent, a long comment followed immediately:
"Your new work is just like you back then, utterly mediocre. No wonder your senior sister didn't like you back then. One day you bumped into your senior sister, who was pregnant and holding the hand of the man you hated."
Their laughter was as sweet as Herzog's kiss with your tongue...
Bang!
He'd only read half the comments when the Blue-Faced Beast slammed his fist on the keyboard in fury. Every word on the computer screen felt like a sharp knife, piercing straight into his heart.
He felt extremely uncomfortable, stood up from the leather chair, and felt a burning anger and embarrassment; he wanted to smash the computer screen with his fist.
He couldn't help but scroll through the comments, just as he couldn't help but make what he thought were self-righteous sacrifices for his senior.
"No wonder Chen Motong didn't agree to Lu Mingfei's proposal. You didn't know how to write it if you did agree, after all, your senior sister married that man you hated, loathed, but had to admit was excellent."
I also know you don't dare reply to me, just like you didn't dare reply to your senior sister back then. [Smile]
Bang!
The Blue-Faced Beast slammed the mouse in his hand, squatted on the leather chair, picked up the keyboard as if it were a guitar, and frantically typed to vent his frustration. His writing skills had always been excellent, and many people said that his writing was like the spring water on the banks of the Seine: "You can only bark and howl here. If you're a real hero, come find me through the internet!"
Boom!
The office door was kicked open!
"They've arrived so quickly?!" The blue-faced beast was shocked and looked towards the door in a panic.
Ye Jingchen carried Herzog, whose face was flushed, and slowly walked in.
The blue-faced beast rubbed his eyes, carefully examined Ye Jingchen's face, and after confirming he didn't recognize him, he put down his keyboard, stood up, straightened his collar, and adopted a gentlemanly demeanor: "Sir, I don't care who you are, please leave now! Otherwise..."
Ye Jingchen ignored the Blue-Faced Beast. He released his grip on Herzog's long gray hair and kicked Herzog. "Herzog, go!"
Herzog was like a thirsty hyena on the savanna. He felt the poisonous blood in his veins boiling, steaming like a kettle. He charged toward the blue-faced beast!
"Herzog?" The Blue-Faced Beast looked at the creature charging towards him, with its long, gray-white hair, European-looking face, and wrinkles—it all resembled a character he had created...
He assumed it was a cosplay prank and clenched his fists nervously, shouting, "Stop it right now! This isn't fun at all! Stop it..."
The blue-faced beast was tackled to the ground, and the hyena recklessly and aggressively met his gushing mouth, silencing him.
Even with his nails pulled out, Herzog's lizard-like fingers, transformed into a dragon, could easily tear open the black long-sleeved shirt. His delicate nail beds were extremely sensitive; as they grazed the Blue-faced Beast's skin, the pain was mixed with stimulation, causing his pituitary gland to rapidly secrete dopamine.
"Wait a minute..." The blue-faced beast felt nauseous and shoved Herzog impatiently, "Enough, get out of my way!"
He kicked Herzog, only to feel as if he had kicked a steel baseball bat that the champion had gently placed on the grass of the stadium...