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Being low-key doesn't mean that people won't cause you trouble, especially when you stand out more than others. There are always those who are annoyed by your presence and want to suppress you to highlight their own superiority. We usually refer to such charming individuals as fools, like the group of young men sitting at the table next to Xin Yi.
There were five skinny Skinny Monkeys, and they had been eyeing Xin Yi since he entered the eatery. These five were regulars in the area and were quite familiar with the locals. When they saw someone they hadn't encountered before, especially someone who was more handsome than them and attracted so many fiery gazes from the ladies present, they felt very displeased. Damn! An outsider, how dare he come here and steal our thunder? Even a strong dragon cannot suppress a local snake; just because he’s a bit better looking? I’ll teach you a lesson today, Slanted Eyebrows and Droopy Eyes, let’s see what you can do after I’m done with you.
The five exchanged knowing glances, and the one closest to Xin Yi grabbed a bottle of beer from the basket. He shook it vigorously before aiming the cap at Xin Yi's face. Using a lighter to pry it off, he sent the Bottle Cap flying straight toward Xin Yi. You think you're so handsome? Let’s see how you handle this!
Xin Yi was busy using his chopsticks to pick up some stir-fried pork kidneys when he suddenly noticed something flying toward his face. Judging by its trajectory, it didn’t seem like a dangerous projectile, so he casually used his chopsticks to catch the Bottle Cap. Upon closer inspection, he saw it was just a cap. Without saying a word, he placed his chopsticks and the beer bottle gently on the table, switched to another pair of chopsticks, and continued enjoying his stir-fried dish, nodding slightly in approval. Not bad, just a bit too spicy.
Damn! Is this some kind of martial arts show? Not only did the five skinny Pimonkeys stare in disbelief, but even the surrounding Men and Women who had been watching Xin Yi widened their eyes in astonishment. Not only was he handsome and cool in his movements, but he also caught a flying Bottle Cap with chopsticks! Could this be the legendary Kung Fu kid?! But wait, his shiny black hair doesn’t look like a wig at all! Wow! An idol!
Suddenly, the previously noisy atmosphere fell silent. Those who witnessed Xin Yi's skill stared wide-eyed in amazement, while those who missed it looked on with confusion. Yet everyone had one target in mind: our new generation's Idol King, comrade Xin Yi. The skinny Pimonkey who had aimed to hit him with the cap forgot all about his actions, still holding onto the beer bottle that was spraying foam everywhere, sitting there dumbfounded as beer foam sprayed all over his pants.
Xin Yi sensed the change in atmosphere and innocently looked around, his expression asking why everyone was staring at him. Everyone should just eat and drink; although he might be a bit handsome, that doesn’t mean he should be treated like a feast for their eyes. If they wanted to admire someone, they could pick two pretty girls out of the crowd; he wouldn’t mind taking a loss and treating them as an act of charity since he had such a generous heart.
Those who try hard to show off are often narrow-minded individuals; otherwise, why would they be unable to tolerate someone being more impressive than them? Initially wanting to humiliate this guy with a Bottle Cap, they never expected him to actually catch it like some kind of performer. Instead of being humiliated himself, he ended up earning admiration from many beautiful ladies.
This was truly a case of losing more than gaining; after all their efforts to suppress him, they inadvertently turned him into an idol star that everyone admired. How could they swallow this bitter pill?
“Damn!” The first to react was the young man next to the one still spraying beer foam everywhere. He snatched the beer bottle from him and scolded, “Are you stupid? Do you realize you’re making a fool of yourself? Idiot! Haven't you ever seen anything before? It’s just some tricks; is it necessary to be this dumb?”
This young man wasn’t just addressing the one covered in beer; his loud voice carried across the now quiet room for everyone to hear. His words implied that everyone else was just as ignorant for being fooled by such simple tricks while he remained unfazed.
“Pfft…” The crowd responded with disdainful scoffs. The audience is sharp-eyed; everyone knew who originated those words, but they were well said—very accurate. At least that’s what Xin Yi thought at that moment.
If it were any other day, no one would dare to boo the young man for saying such things, because everyone knew they were just local delinquents who spent their time extorting money from others. People would rather avoid them than provoke such troublemakers. But today was different. Amidst the haze of daily life, they had finally discovered a hero-like figure, an idol. Not only was he handsome, but he effortlessly picked up a bottle cap with chopsticks, a move that was simply impressive! With someone so inspiring present, what did they have to fear?
Ultimately, the conscience of the general public had not completely faded away. When there was a heroic figure around or when they felt safe, they were still willing to show their sense of morality. However, in real life, such opportunities were far too rare, leading us to mistakenly believe that the general public's conscience had entirely vanished. In fact, we were wrong.
The young man glared menacingly at those who dared to boo him. Immediately, everyone seemed to have an unspoken agreement and turned their heads away, pretending as if nothing had happened—eating, drinking, and chatting—restoring the lively atmosphere from before. Yet everyone was stealing glances over here, secretly observing how things would unfold. After all, spending a few bucks on a late-night snack while enjoying a free spectacular show was an opportunity no one wanted to miss.
The young man felt quite satisfied with his authority. His crew was tough; they weren't afraid of anything and would bite anyone who crossed their path. Anyone who doubted them could just try it out—ha! Afraid? Good! That meant they were successful in establishing themselves as fearsome figures! This made him feel quite accomplished.
Since even a single glare had made him so impressive, why not take it further? If he could take down tonight's new idol, then he would become the idol himself! This thought surged through his confidence like a tidal wave. Damn it! If Chen Haonan could be on television, why couldn't I, Brother Gou, make a name for myself?
Brother Gou's surname was Gou, which had its own flair. His boss usually called him Little Gou. Of course, Little Gou didn't find anything wrong with this; in fact, because of his name, his boss often liked to take him out for fun. Especially when trying to impress women, his boss would often command Little Gou: "Little Gou, go buy me some cigarettes!" "Little Gou, go grab some sausages for yourself!" Such remarks would usually make the women laugh heartily, increasing his boss's chances of success in flirting.
Little Gou casually grabbed two bottles of beer from the table and walked over to Xin Yi's table, slamming the beers down. He placed one foot on a stool and arrogantly said, "You there with your tricks—what do you think we should do?"
Xin Yi anticipated that he would come over to cause trouble but did not expect Little Gou to say something like that. What did he mean by that? They seemed like strangers to each other. Why was he asking what to do right off the bat? Calling himself a trickster? Come on! This is called Kung Fu! You can be a thug but don't be such an uncultured thug; it tarnishes the image of those in this line of work.
However, Xin Yi didn't know that these delinquents typically approached people like this when extorting money. They would say something similar to anyone they encountered; if the person complied and handed over money without fussing about it, that was fine. But if someone dared to act dumb or resist, they would get beaten up—after all, the ultimate goal was to get money; if you didn't hand it over willingly, they'd just knock you down and take it.
Xin Yi had never been a small-time thug; he went straight for being a big-time gangster and leader of thugs. He didn't understand these rules, but Little Gou's posture annoyed him greatly. He had come all this way to enjoy some food at this stall and here was this guy shaking his skinny legs in front of him like two toothpicks—wasn't that ruining his appetite?
Without lifting his head, Xin Yi coldly replied, "Go back where you came from."
As soon as Xin Yi spoke up, the scene fell silent again. Everyone stole glances over here; seeing there might be more drama unfolding made them collectively stop what they were doing and focus intently on how things would develop. Thus, Xin Yi's words clearly reached everyone's ears.
"Ugh! Wow! What a cool response! Such a great man! So MANLY! So reassuring!" All the girls on site were once again deeply impressed by Xin Yi's brilliant answer. This is the ideal, perfect man in their hearts! To have such a man as a companion in this life would be simply overwhelming!
However, for Little Gou, this statement was the greatest blow to his pride. It was too humiliating! He had finally mustered the courage to show off, and couldn't you just cooperate a little? Now it turned into a situation where everyone was laughing at him. How was he supposed to save face?
Thus, Xiao Gou suddenly raised the beer bottle in his hand and threw it with all his might at Xin Yi's head...
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