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A meal lasted for over an hour before it came to an end. Although the two tried to persuade him to stay, all good things must come to an end. After Ye Mingshang repeatedly declined, they had no choice but to give up. However, they insisted on accompanying him to the airport and waited for his flight together.
With only ten minutes left before the flight at 1:50 PM, the announcements began. Ye Mingshang bid farewell to the two and casually wished them to have children soon, causing Li Lingling's face to flush with embarrassment as he laughed and turned to leave.
The speed of a typical commercial airliner is about 1,000 kilometers per hour, and the distance from Sichuan to Nanjing is approximately 1,700 kilometers. In just two hours, he had crossed half of China. Standing on the asphalt road in Nanjing, Ye Mingshang couldn't help but marvel at the greatness of technology, allowing ordinary people to soar through the skies and even travel across China in a single day. In ancient times, a horse could only run at a speed of sixty or seventy kilometers per hour, which not everyone could afford. A long-distance journey could take an entire day without stopping, leaving one’s backside sore.
After taking a taxi to school, he noticed many people bustling about with large bags, clearly just arriving. Compared to their struggles, Ye Mingshang felt much more comfortable; his single dormitory required no tidying up as there were regular cleaning services. During the break, he had only brought a small bag back with him and returned empty-handed, just his phone and wallet in hand—so easygoing.
Upon casually wandering around the dormitory, he was about to head out when he spotted a familiar face. "Fatty! What are you doing here?" Ye Mingshang exclaimed in surprise.
The newcomer was none other than Fat Daoist Wu Liang. This time he wasn't wearing the blue Daoist Robe he bought online or a designer suit from an auction but rather dressed in ordinary casual wear. If one didn’t know better, they might think he was also a student here.
The Fat Daoist chuckled, "What do you mean? Why can't I come? The school year is about to start; do you really think everyone is as late as you?"
Ye Mingshang paused for a moment. "I know school is starting soon, but what does that have to do with you? You're not even a student here."
"Who says I'm not? I got in with top grades—I'm not like you who barely scraped by. I self-studied and passed the exam for admission. Our professor was so friendly when he saw me!" Fat Daoist spread his hands and sighed dramatically with a helpless expression.
Ye Mingshang shot him a disdainful look, clearly not believing his words. Top grades? Nonsense; he must have paid his way into the school. As for that professor being friendly—well, that was likely because of his money...
"Come on now! I know what you're capable of! I'm not surprised by how you got into school; I'm just curious why you'd bother coming here."
The Fat Daoist grinned widely. "Haha! You figured it out! I'm here because of you; I thought I'd get closer so you wouldn't be lonely." Seeing Ye Mingshang clenching his fist tightly, the Fat Daoist cleared his throat awkwardly and added, "I just felt nostalgic about dropping out too early and thought of you—it inspired me to come back and learn something."
Ye Mingshang replied speechlessly, "Seriously? How old are you that you're still going back to college? You've really lost it."
"I'm still young; I'm in my prime!" The Fat Daoist said with a cheeky grin.
"Uncle, can you please stop acting like this? You're supposed to be a skilled person; can you tone down the meme expressions? If you keep this up trying to imitate Xiao Yueyue, you'll definitely pass for him!" Ye Mingshang widened his eyes in disbelief; ever since meeting this guy, the Fat Daoist had been lowering his standards.
Before he could respond, another familiar voice chimed in, "You can't say that; we take comedy seriously."
"Yay!" The two revealed their bright smiles and posed with peace signs together like idiots.
Ye Mingshang weakly slapped his forehead, feeling helpless. Why did this guy have to show up too? The two of them together were simply a legendary comedy duo, completely outshining all the comedy stars.
Ye Mingshang couldn't be bothered to say much. Squinting his dead fish eyes, he lazily said, "Looks like I don't need to say much. You two are here, huh? Alright, which department are you from?"
At this point, the two of them straightened their expressions. "Since you asked sincerely!"
"We'll generously tell you!" Joan chimed in.
"To prevent the school from being destroyed."
"To protect the lovely girls."
"We..."
"Flower Guardians Duo."
"Decisively joined the Nursing Department."
"That's how it is."
Ye Mingshang was once again speechless, tilting his head back at a 45-degree angle and covering his eyes with his hand. Nima! They completely mimicked the entrance lines of the mysterious Treasure Turkey Team, and their actions were exactly the same. You guys really look so 'cute' in your poses! Flower! Did you get a license for this?!
But even if Ye Mingshang chose to do nothing, he couldn't stop their antics. The chubby guy directly threw an arm around his shoulder, while Joan wrapped an arm around the chubby guy's shoulder, looking like best buddies. They both laughed foolishly. The chubby guy said, "Don't make that face; we're really hurt! By the way, we live right next door to you, so you won't be lonely living alone anymore. Come on! Come check out our room; it'll definitely blow your mind."
Ye Mingshang was unceremoniously dragged into the neighboring room by the chubby guy. The scene inside was truly shocking, completely beyond anything he could have imagined, utterly overturning his worldview. However, he also noticed one of the chubby guy's strengths: humility. He wasn't just going to eat a pound himself; at least four or five pounds! Fried chicken, grilled skewers, Spicy Hot Pot—my goodness! Were they planning to open a food stall?
An automatic smokeless barbecue grill, spicy hot pot, a cold storage cabinet, and they even had a sheep!
"Baa!"
The chubby guy pointed and said, "Look! It's greeting you."
Ye Mingshang was too exhausted to complain, or rather, he didn't have the time to. Instead of arguing with them, he might as well eat a bit more.
"Hey, why did you tie a wooden leg to the sheep?" Just as he snapped out of his confusion, he noticed that Little Lamb was missing its left front leg, which had been replaced with a wooden one.
At that moment, Joan spoke up: "Master, that's a good question. I'll give you 101 likes for that, not worried about you getting arrogant."
"Speak human language!" Ye Mingshang shot him a glare.
"You can't even appreciate the most popular internet slang? Master, you're so out of touch!" Joan gave him a disdainful look and continued, "Speaking of this Little Lamb, I really have a connection with it. I was just wandering around the flea market looking for some good deals. I didn't find any treasures but stumbled upon this little Fellow." As he spoke, Joan affectionately patted Little Lamb's head.
"It was tied to a post, looking at me with such longing. I just stood there; my intuition told me I had to bring it home. So I spent two thousand bucks to buy it. Its owner even told me that this sheep once saved his child from a fire. He wouldn't have sold it if it weren't for dire circumstances."
Hearing this, Ye Mingshang nodded in appreciation. "So this wooden leg is from when it saved that family's child?"
Joan shook his head seriously. "No! I ate that leg."
"What?!"
"Think about it; how could I bear to eat such a special sheep all at once?" Joan said matter-of-factly.
Beast! Worse than a beast!
Damn! He had just felt touched and admired Joan's kindness. Now, this was just too cruel. Looking at the sheep's expression now wasn't affectionate but terrified—so tragic! Poor little Fellow. Hopefully, it finds a good family in its next life...
Ye Mingshang sighed deeply. "Don't you think what you're doing is too much? Joan."
Joan felt uncomfortable under that gaze; he fidgeted. The fat guy quickly chimed in, "Exactly! What you're doing is too much. I said just smash it with a hammer; you couldn't bear to do that? Seriously."
After hearing the fat guy's words, even Joan wanted to curse. Damn! Are you helping me or digging my grave?!
Ye Mingshang couldn't take it anymore and slammed his chopsticks down. "Enough!"
The loud shout startled both of them, and they dared not exchange banter anymore.
Ye Mingshang looked angrily at the two, "I said before, being a person doesn't mean you have to be a good person, but you must have a conscience. How could you treat a poor Little Lamb like this?! Do you have no humanity left? Is your conscience worth less than what a dog would eat?!"
Ye Mingshang stood up in anger, "I am truly ashamed to be associated with you." After saying this, Ye Mingshang slammed the door and left.
Joan and the fat guy stared at each other in shock, then the fat guy blamed Joan, "What were you thinking? You have no sense of boundaries when joking around; now you've really upset him."
Joan shot him a disdainful glance, "And you dare to criticize me? You were the one who added fuel to the fire."
The fat guy waved his hand, "Alright, alright, enough of that. Go explain things clearly to your master. If you provoke him too much and get kicked out of the sect, it won't be funny."
Joan reluctantly stood up and walked to Ye Mingshang's room. The latter shot him a cold glance and didn't want to say another word. Seeing this, Joan felt a bit scared, but the fat guy pushed him inside. Joan turned back to glare at the fat guy, who gave him an encouraging look.
Grinding his teeth, Joan hurriedly explained. It turned out that the story about the roasted lamb leg was true, but he wasn't the one who did it. He had seen a family in the countryside with a sheep tied up with a wooden leg. Out of curiosity, he asked the owner about it, and the story was similar to what Joan had told. The sheep had saved their child, yet they still wanted to eat it in such a cruel manner. He immediately got furious and beat up that person, eventually paying two thousand yuan to take the sheep away.
"Is what you're saying true?" Ye Mingshang asked skeptically.
Joan immediately raised four fingers, "I swear it's absolutely true! If there's even half a lie, may I be struck by lightning and die a terrible death!"
Seeing that Joan swore an oath with such conviction, Ye Mingshang believed him somewhat and calmed down. Rationally thinking it over, he realized that although Joan usually acted foolishly, he was actually a kind-hearted person and wouldn't be capable of committing such inhumane acts.
(To be continued.)
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