They are still close to me today despite their negative feelings

I'm sorry about this, but I have no choice but to continue being so annoying.

I'll explain the reasons later.

"Please repent and start anew."

she whispered.

"What do you mean?"

"In other words, please take this opportunity of leaving my sister to repent and become a good brother. Although it's impossible to change public opinion immediately, at least in the future, Ning Ruoxin will not be implicated because of your actions!"

"Doing this is good for my sister, Ah Xin, and yourself."

"...You've been talking for so long just about this?" I yawned, bored.

"No way, why would I leave Qingxue? She already explained to me that someone else posted my name on the confession wall, and she never viewed me the way she described on the confession wall."

This wasn't a lie. One evening, not long after Ling Qingxue greeted me again, she sent me a short essay explaining her position. Although the essay clearly showed signs of being AI-generated, I humbly accepted it and politely expressed my understanding.

What a joke! Do you think I've been subjected to countless private messages, insults, or challenges to fights since becoming Ning Ruoyu in this world? Are you the only one who can use AI to apologize, but I'm not allowed to use AI to reply automatically?

I don't know if AI technology is mature yet, but it's quite useful in terms of not being human.

"How long are you going to keep deceiving yourself! My sister was just trying to be kind and not embarrass you! My sister has a boyfriend, please have some self-respect!"

Whether it was well-intentioned or not remains to be seen.

"You think you can't score if there's a goalkeeper? You're so naive!" I said, striking what I thought was a lighthearted, humorous pose. "Don't think I don't know, something's not quite right in the basketball club, is it? Your sister and Ma Hang's relationship isn't going to last long!"

"........."

How many times have I silenced this kid today? It's kind of embarrassing.

“…I won’t give up.” Ling Chuqing bit her lip. “But I know now that there’s no point in talking to someone like you.”

"I will help my sister and Ah Xin on my own."

"I will never have anything to do with you again."

She said that, then ignored me and stopped looking at me, and walked towards the camp with her head down.

I was about to follow them back when I was angrily rebuked.

"Don't follow me! I don't want anyone to think we have anything to do with each other!"

She remained defiant, threatening him in a tone that suggested, "If you dare come any closer, I'll kill myself."

I shrugged and spread my hands in one smooth motion, expressing my helplessness and tactlessness.

Ling Chuqing's figure disappeared into the grove.

—Okay, now let's talk about why I have this attitude.

Deep in this wooded area where it was unlikely anyone would be, at least three or four people were observing the area. And I could tell that most of them were male, and not members of the basketball club.

The word "most" here mainly refers to my suspicion that there are others I haven't noticed. Based on my observations, all the ambushers I've discovered are male.

I regret Ling Chuqing's sincerity. Without fully understanding who she is, I must intensify my efforts to get closer to the Ning Ruoyu of the past.

I initially thought those people were targeting me. But as Ling Chuqing left, they seemed to gradually drift away as well.

In this situation, one can only say that they are either bodyguards or—have ulterior motives.

After I could no longer sense anyone else's presence, I took off my glasses.

Well, I really wish there was a phone booth or something in the forest. I've already thought of a name for it: Eien-tei (Eternal Pavilion).

With that in mind, I tore off the pattern from the short-sleeved shirt.

These clothes were very popular in my shop in my past life; you could quickly change and run away when a crazy woman came knocking. I never imagined they'd be sold as a creative product in this world. But because they're too disposable and impractical, sales are heartbreakingly low.

Although it failed to identify its product positioning and target customers, I still placed an order for a few sets out of nostalgia and professional habit.

Caution is the boat.

Thinking this, I bent down and walked over, following the traces Ling Chuqing left behind.

……

"So, what should we do next?"

Ling Chuqing lay limply on the ground, seemingly unconscious. Several tall men stood beside her, their eyes filled with sinister and cruel smiles as they looked at the young woman.

I silently stared at their butts from behind, and subconsciously licked my lips.

He revealed an even more sinister smile.

[Next chapter preview: Seriously, if the gender of the partner is too strictly defined, the boss will essentially lose half the money.]

Anyone who dares to use something like this to attack is either extremely vicious or a complete novice who knows nothing.

I feel like I'm just like his father when I'm worrying.

"Hurry up, or she'll wake up!"

Chapter Thirty-Two: This one works the best!!!

Um, I don't know if everyone knows this. Although it's officially an industry secret, it's actually almost public knowledge now.

That's the issue of male escorts in PR shops (a euphemism) – to put it bluntly, it's about brothel literature.

Why don't men sell their cleavage and earn eight hundred euros from white men?

Honestly, if you're too strict about the gender of your clients, the boss is essentially losing half their earnings. That's why many informal yet ambitious PR firms often require their employees to treat all genders equally.

Because we don't cater to men, our place is often jokingly called the least popular spot in Xinjiekou, lacking the element of fire in our birth chart. Every night, we watch other shops teeming with men and women, filled with envy.

However, the owner actually has a somewhat shady, even clandestine, reputation as a leader in the sex industry. Therefore, the business is relatively well-regulated.

On the one hand, the employees are definitely working voluntarily; on the other hand, the customers are also screened. We would still recommend other establishments to those elderly white men who charge 800 euros a night but suffer endless troubles.

Well, it's not uncommon for colleagues with this kind of fetish to work part-time at other stores; I've heard about it occasionally.

So when I saw the smile on these guys' backs, it wasn't out of greed or a desire to hunt them down.

Damn it, why should I explain so much? Let's skip this topic.

...The key point is that these guys actually have **.

This stuff isn't something as easy to get as a simple white pill or a sedative. Generally, apart from anesthesiologists and kidnappers who commit murder and robbery, very few people would intentionally make something like this.

It's not because it's difficult to extract, it's just because it's unnecessary—if the amount isn't controlled properly, it could kill someone.

Anyone who dares to use something like this to attack is either extremely vicious or a complete novice who knows nothing.

But don't worry, I was observing them when they used it. Their technique was quite clumsy and awkward, and they displayed numerous flawed methods learned from TV dramas. Judging from their technique, Ling Chuqing would only be unconscious for a maximum of ten minutes.

Why didn't I stop it?

Why should I stop them? I care more about Ling Chuqing's safety than about these people's motives.

"Take your clothes off first. Hurry up, or she'll wake up!"

"What are you standing here for! Go and keep watch!"

"Boss, I want to too..."

"Miss you! I'll call you when I'm better. Stop staring at those thighs, you're practically staring!"

"Hehe, even though she's still young, those fair and slender little legs are so pretty, *slurp*"

"...Actually, I think so too, hehe, move aside, I'm going to take her skirt off!"

Seriously? Such a pointless purpose?

I couldn't help but sigh.

You've already brought out the gun, you wouldn't just be doing this kind of shady business, would you? Being able to make guns means you're not unintelligent, and being able to buy them means you have powerful connections.

—You guys use your ** for this kind of scum? Haven't you ever seen a woman before?!

I'm so disappointed in you.

How did the lowest thugs in this world become like this? Where are the bottom lines? Where is the order? Where is the phone number of the guy who sells your drugs?

Just as the boss was about to touch Ling Chuqing's body with his dirty hands.

I finally ran out of the shadows reluctantly and punched him.

The guy who fell to the ground after being ambushed looked incredulous and started cursing.

Who the hell do you think you are?!

He wasn't very old; he looked like a high school student.

I grabbed him by the collar.

"Don't you have any backbone at all?"

I feel like I'm just like his father when I'm worrying.

"what?"

It's no wonder he reacted with such confusion.

That made me even angrier.

"Damn it, I'm an intelligence type, can't I even do that?!"

I pushed him to the ground, pinned him to the ground with my upper body, and then started slapping him.

"Can! No! Don't! Force! Me! To! Fight! Every! Day!"

Each word was like a slap in the face; to be honest, I was a little annoyed.

I originally planned to observe the purpose and listen to the conversation, then deduce and analyze the mastermind and the truth behind it.

Who knew that this group of humanoids would lose control of their guns and start shooting?

"Give me back my fucking thighs, give me back my fucking skirt!"

I kicked the guy hard to the ground. His henchmen around him were silent, seemingly still not realizing what had happened.

"...Damn, this thing is still the best."

I clenched my fist and glanced at the three people around me.

"If you're in a hurry, squat over there or lie down."

……

These thugs still have some backbone.

After lying down at least two or three times, even their leader obediently squatted under the big tree where I had just hidden.

Fortunately, they were just a bunch of guys who had only ever been involved in street brawls, otherwise it would have been a real problem—in my past life I was just a gigolo, not a security guard, so knowing a little self-defense was already the limit.

As a result, these monkeys who couldn't control their genitals had to be given extra points to change their profession.

Before Ling Chuqing woke up, I squatted down in front of them.

"Who asked you to come?"

"no one……"

"stop."

I interrupted the leader, smiled, and picked up a stick from the ground.

"Take off your clothes."

"????"

He instinctively hugged himself.

I was too lazy to waste words with him, so I just ripped his shirt off.

Under the sympathetic gazes of the others, the leader, shirtless, held his head in his hands, looking as if he was prepared to endure humiliation.

Do you know how to hit someone without leaving a mark?

I wrapped his clothes around the wooden stick.

"What are you waiting for? For me to personally rip your clothes off?"

I asked them curiously.