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Yi Zhonghai watched as the angry Shazhu stormed off, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. He had figured it out: Qin Huairu had planted a seed of doubt in Shazhu's mind, leading him to develop a prejudice against her. This was not a good sign for Yi Zhonghai, who was eager to bring the two together for his own retirement plans.
Now that Shazhu had been reminded of Wang Jiefang, that blind man, Yi Zhonghai decided to shift all the blame onto him. With Shazhu feeling guilty, he suddenly found an excuse to absolve himself of responsibility: "Ah, it's all Wang Jiefang's fault! That's why I accidentally hurt Shazhu!"
Thus, he prepared to confront Wang Jiefang. First, he thought it would allow him to avenge Shazhu and earn her forgiveness for the accidental injury. Second, it would also serve as a way to vent Qin Huairu's frustrations and calm her down.
Yi Zhonghai had a firm grasp on Shazhu's psychology; sure enough, with this provocation, Shazhu could no longer contain himself! Moreover, Yi Zhonghai had his own ulterior motives—after the humiliation Wang Jiefang had caused him yesterday, he wanted to teach that blind man a lesson through Shazhu. Did Wang Jiefang really think he could get away with disrespecting someone like him?
Due to long-standing habits, Wang Jiefang woke up at dawn and couldn't fall back asleep. He picked up his wooden stick and got out of bed. This stick was something he had discovered in the space—a pitch-black piece of wood whose origin was unknown. It was about three centimeters in diameter and one meter forty long. The surface was smooth and shiny, and it felt quite substantial in his hand. Wang Jiefang instantly took a liking to it!
He realized this stick was perfect for use as a cane, so he decided to make use of it. Leaning his cane against the wall, he began practicing punches in the open space by the door. The original owner had learned Baji boxing from his master; however, compared to his culinary skills, his martial arts talent was rather mediocre. After several years of practice, he hadn't achieved much.
Well, it wouldn't be fair to say he hadn't accomplished anything—at least he could still beat up Shazhu! Now that Wang Jiefang had taken over, during the apocalypse, he had done everything possible to enhance his strength for survival. He had sought advice from many martial arts experts of that time.
Forget about those martial arts being mere show; during the apocalypse, those flashy martial artists either ended up as zombie food or became zombies themselves! Only those with real skills survived! Drawing on past experiences and his strong mental fortitude, Wang Jiefang quickly reached a level of proficiency known as Mingjing. He knew this smooth transition into Mingjing was due to the original owner's daily practice.
Yan Bugui had grown accustomed to Wang Jiefang's daily training routine. After Wang finished his session and put his hands down, Yan Bugui approached him.
Wang Jiefang pretended not to see him—after all, he couldn't see anything at all.
"Um, Wang Jiefang," Yan Bugui began hesitantly.
Wang Jiefang wondered what Yan Bugui wanted: "Third Uncle, what do you want to discuss with me?"
After some hesitation, Yan Bugui said, "Wang Jiefang, you see my Yan Jiefang is about to go on a blind date. Could you possibly change your name?"
Wang Jiefang was baffled by Yan Bugui's sudden request: "Wait a minute, Third Uncle. Why should I change my name just because Yan Laoda is going on a blind date?"
Yan Bugui explained seriously: "Jiefang, look at it this way—we live across from each other. You both have the same name 'Jiefang,' and now you're blind. If someone hears 'Jiefang,' they might think they're talking about my family’s Jiefang! Wouldn't that affect my family's introduction for potential partners?"
Wang Jiefang couldn't help but laugh at Yan Bugui's twisted logic: "I say, Third Uncle, I didn't just pick this name yesterday or the day before! Why are you only asking me to change it now? Oh! I get it—you think I'm being bullied since I'm blind and only have my grandmother left!"
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