I am weak and friendly

Chapter 357 Talent is a Curse

night.

On the streets of Hailing City, a limousine suddenly darted out from the traffic, startling the vehicles around it.

"Beep beep beep!" The car behind, which was almost squeezed, suddenly honked its horn, venting its dissatisfaction.

"Sorry, sorry," Fan Zhihong said, while quickly regaining control of the vehicle.

Then he turned to look behind him.

"We're back?"

"I'm...I'm back." Gao Ming let out a long sigh of relief.

He and Sun Licheng looked at each other, their hearts filled with complex emotions.

There was the relief of escaping death, the excitement of the adventure, but more than anything, there was lingering anxiety.

Is that young master Tang dead?
If he dies, what will the other side do? What will their next move be?
How should they report to their respective superiors after they return?

“Old Fan is back, so we don’t have any spies on the other side anymore,” Gao Ming said, looking at Fan Zhihong who was driving.

"No, that won't happen," Fan Zhihong said. "I still have some friends on the other side."

……

In the other world, after Tang Yiping and the others left, Captain Li struggled to get up from the ground.

Ignoring the excruciating pain that seemed to tear his entire body apart, he crawled toward Young Master Tang on the ground.

Seeing Tang Shao's bulging, distorted eyes, his lifeless body, and his pale face, Captain Li screamed, "Quick! Quick! Get a blood pack!"

He then immediately began performing chest compressions on Young Master Tang.

Beside them, a member of the special operations team rushed over. He had a huge backpack on his back. He turned around, put the backpack down, and opened it. Inside, there was a huge container, about the size of a water jug, with a hazy light flowing inside.

The special operations team member skillfully pulled two tube-like objects from the container and pressed them onto Young Master Tang's body. Then, a hazy light flowed out of the container and into Young Master Tang's body.

In the chaos, no one noticed that a rat was lying in a corner not far away, quietly watching the scene unfold.

In Lagrange's eyes, almost pure negative entropy flowed out of the container and into Young Master Tang's body.

This is vitality.

A kind of vitality taken from others.

Despite the infusion of immense life force, Young Master Tang remained motionless.

"One unit has been injected," the special operations team member said nervously.

"Continue!" Captain Li desperately performed first aid.

"Two units."

"Continue!!!" Captain Li roared.

"It'll be empty soon...it'll be empty soon!"

"Go find some more blood packs!"

"The other blood packs were all destroyed..."

"Damn it, risk your own life!"

The special operations team member paused for a moment, then with trembling hands, pulled a needle-like object from the blood pack and stabbed it into his chest.

A "squeaking" sound rang out, and cicadas began to chirp inside the container. As the chirping grew louder, the special operations team member slowly collapsed to the ground, his pupils dilating.

As Captain Li watched the blood bag's capacity continue to decrease, just as it was about to run out, he grabbed a needle-like object and stabbed himself in the chest.

Just then, a car pulled up beside them.

The car door opened, and a man dressed in white got out of the car.

Beside him, an attendant approached with an umbrella, but he waved him off.

Just as his foot was extended and touched the ground, the last drop of rain fell precisely on the ground.

The rain stopped.

It was as if an invisible hand had parted the dark clouds in the sky, revealing a full moon.

The cool moonlight shone on his face, revealing a peaceful face with a slight smile.

Everyone nearby, upon seeing this face, involuntarily lowered their heads at the same time.

Boss Tang.

The mess he witnessed seemed to have no effect on him. He walked slowly to the young master Tang lying on the ground, looked down at him, and shook his head, saying, "Old Li, I was only a little late, and things have gotten so bad?"

"Boss, the young master..." Captain Li said anxiously, "I'm sorry, I didn't protect the young master well. Boss, please save the young master, please save the young master!"

"It's not your fault. You were caught in the middle of those two, which was really troublesome," Boss Tang said. "You're badly injured, so take care of yourself first. Leave the young master to me."

He shook his head: "The kids got into a fight, and it's gotten this bad. I'm sorry to have troubled you."

Boss Tang waved his hand, and several calibration personnel wearing orange protective suits emerged from behind. They then took out several blood bags and began to treat the other people at the scene.

Even the special guards who had just sacrificed their lives sat up abruptly after receiving the "blood packs," gasping for breath.

However, these blood bags of unknown origin were being consumed in large quantities, and empty "containers" were left aside, piling up in a small stack.

Boss Tang walked over to Young Master Tang, who was lying on the ground, and looked down at him.

"Sigh." He sighed and gently kicked Young Master Tang.

"Get up, don't sleep," he said.

It was as if an electric current had struck Young Master Tang's body. With a "bang," Young Master Tang's chest swelled up, and then he coughed violently.

"Cough cough cough cough cough..." Young Master Tang coughed for a long time, then breathed heavily like a bellows.

His eyes slowly focused, as if he had finally been pulled back from the brink of death, and then he raised his head and looked at Boss Tang.

“Dad…” He looked up at Boss Tang, then lowered his head again.

Like a child who has done something wrong.

"Do you know what you did wrong today?" Boss Tang asked.

"I...I lost..."

"Do you know why you lost?" Boss Tang asked.

"I..." Young Master Tang wanted to answer, but he was at a loss.

Why did I lose?
What is that power?
What happened just now?
Why are all my fragments being taken away?

"I...I don't know..."

“I’ve told you this many times,” Boss Tang said. “Talent is a curse. Talent that you can’t control is not power, but a burden.”

He sighed and said, "You are burdened with a talent that you cannot control, so you must bear a burden that you cannot bear. Therefore, it is normal for you to lose. Don't forget that the person opposite you is also you. He has your talent, your ability, and your talent. You did not lose to someone else; you lost to yourself."

Young Master Tang looked up blankly at his father.

In Young Master Tang's mind, Boss Tang was always right, great, omniscient and omnipotent.

He always seemed to get an answer from Boss Tang.

But now, for the first time ever, he began to doubt Boss Tang's words.

Did I... lose to myself?

You're saying that thing is me?

Would I throw a dog at someone? What kind of flying dog is that?
Would I be able to do something so abstract?

Would I dance while approaching someone?

Will I summon a giant cable monster?
You mean that abstract thing is me?
No, I'm not! Don't make false accusations!
But... Young Master Tang dared not say, after all, he lost today, and lost miserably.

“Although you only lost to yourself, you disappointed me today,” Boss Tang said. “After all, you are my own son, and he is just your counterpart.”

Then, he shook his head and turned to look around.

After disciplining his son, he remembered to take a look around the battlefield.

"Did he do all of this?" Boss Tang frowned as he looked at the cracked floor and broken walls. "How did he do it?"

"I'm sorry, boss, I don't know. I've never seen such power before," Captain Li quickly replied. "I...can't explain it."

The only thing he understood was that he had been knocked down by a dog.

However, after answering, he realized that Boss Tang wasn't actually asking him a question. Rather…

He was asking someone he couldn't even see.

There is always an incomprehensible force and an unseen powerful presence around Boss Tang.

Then, he saw Boss Tang's brows furrow suddenly and his voice rise abruptly.

"You don't know either? How could you not know?"

Captain Li was startled and quickly lowered his head.

This was the first time he had seen Boss Tang lose his composure, which made his heart pound.

What? Young Master Tang... no, even the boss doesn't know about Tang's power?

How can this be?

How could Tang... have such power?

"Did you keep them? You let them escape? How could they escape?"

"You didn't even leave a single person behind?"

"waste!"

Boss Tang could no longer remain as calm as before. Although his voice was not loud, Mingqian's face had turned ashen.

Captain Li didn't dare to look at it at all, and didn't even dare to move his head in that direction. He quickly turned his head to the side.

Then... he saw that Young Master Tang was actually chuckling to himself.

No, Old Deng, you were pretty cool when you were lecturing me just now.

That's quite philosophical.

Why are you losing your composure now?
What "talent is a curse"? I caught a cold because I have too much talent, I overslept because I have too much talent. Basically, whenever I do something you don't like, you'll nag me and say it's because I have too much talent.

Pshaw, you just don't like how I have too much talent.

Alas, all my talent... is gone.

Is this what it feels like to have your talent taken away?
Recalling how much talent had just been forcibly stripped away, Young Master Tang shuddered.

That kind of excruciating pain, almost like having your skin peeled off, was heart-wrenching.

How many times have I suffered this kind of pain?

Before his eyes, it seemed as if that face, exactly like his own, reappeared.

How dare he? How dare he!
He suddenly punched the puddle on the ground, and with a "bang," the water splashed out, wetting Mr. Tang's snow-white trouser legs.

This caused him to exert too much force, and then he started coughing again.

……

Inside the extended luxury sedan, Tang Yiping looked at his reflection in the window.

"Hmm..." He looked himself over. "Don't you guys think my appearance is too ordinary?"

Fan Zhihong, who was driving, and Sun Licheng and Gao Ming, who were sitting next to him, were all confused: "???"

"Look at this plain hairstyle, these plain clothes, they really don't match my handsome face." He smoothed his hair in front of the mirror and said, "What do you guys think? Should I get a haircut, and... dye my hair?"

He turned his face to the windowpane at a 45-degree angle and said, "For example... dye it yellow?"

Fan Zhihong, Gao Ming, and Sun Licheng: "??????"

"Damn! I just blurted that out!" Tang Yiping suddenly shivered. "Didn't I just say I was going to dye my hair?"

Damn, what's this side effect of a talent?
When Tang Yiping first received Ban Ge's "Worn-out Intuition Blueprint," he felt that he had become increasingly harsh.

Having received Tongtong's "innate intelligence," he became selfish.

So, which talent influenced your aesthetic sense?

Tang Yiping suddenly realized why Young Master Tang had dyed his hair blonde.

I do not want!
"Damn it, I need to hurry up and return all these talents to their owners!"

I don't want this lousy talent for even a second longer!

Thinking this, Tang Yiping suddenly felt a tickle in his throat.

He coughed once, then sneezed several times in a row.

Tang Yiping realized that he was finally paying the price for his impulsiveness.

He caught a cold because he was in the rain for too long.

Back at Qihang Building, after saying goodbye to Gao Ming, Sun Licheng, and Lux, Tang Yiping returned to the eighth floor and felt a little unwell.

He sat down to rest for a while, then felt cold all over and wanted to find some clothes to wear.

When his brother came over and touched his head, he was startled and quickly ran out to find a thermometer.

Sure enough, he developed a fever, which had reached 38 degrees Celsius.

As an SMA patient, his body was already slightly weaker than that of ordinary people, and he was fighting with people in the pouring rain, causing his emotions to fluctuate wildly.

It would be strange if they didn't get sick.

Tang Yiping lay down and took a nap. In the middle of the night, he was a little drowsy. Then he heard his classmate ask him something, and he mumbled a few words.

But he couldn't remember exactly what he said.

He only remembered that his brother was shouting something, and then he knew nothing more.

After that, Tang Yiping was in a daze and couldn't remember many things clearly.

When he woke up, he found himself lying in an unfamiliar place.

An IV drip was attached to his wrist.

Certain urban legends immediately surfaced in Tang Yiping's mind.

Oh no, could I have fallen victim to a pig butchering scam?
"Where am I?" Tang Yiping was startled and first touched his waist.

Thankfully, the kidneys are still there.

Then I touched my genitals again, and thankfully, my manhood was still there.

He breathed a sigh of relief that the two most important things were still there.

"You're in the hospital," came the voice from beside him, answering his earlier question.

"How did I end up in the hospital?" Tang Yiping struggled to sit up, but found his body limp and powerless.

“You’ve been unconscious for a whole day and night,” said Brother Ban.

"Huh?" Tang Yiping was shocked.

"Did you go and take back someone else's talent again?!" Ban asked him.

"I...I didn't."

"No?" Ban glared at him angrily: "You still say no? You said everything when you were talking nonsense last night!"

What? I've confessed everything?

What exactly did I say? Did I say things I shouldn't have?
I hope no one knows the password to my salary card with 3360 yuan.
What happened to the contents of my phone's hidden folder? You absolutely mustn't tell me!

“You have a few calls on your phone…” Ban said, “I answered some for you, and some messages… well, I can’t reply to them, but… Stoka replied for you.”

Tang Yiping was startled when he heard there was still a message. It must be Master Tang. If he didn't reply, they would definitely be worried.

But when I heard that Stoka had replied, I thought... well, no problem.

Stoka will definitely handle it.

"In addition, there is bad news."

“Your SMA has worsened,” Bangle said.

Tang Yiping's face was fair.

Wait, that's not important, let's get our hair dyed first.

He smoothed his hair and looked in the mirror next to him.

Oh, my damn handsome face!

(End of this chapter)