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"Ugh, I didn't expect to be in such a bad situation." Limping toward the Monsoon Shrine, Yang Xiaoyou wore a look of exasperation on his face.
Last night, he realized that his mindset was quite off. A mix of bloodthirst and excitement had significantly influenced him in the end.
To cope with this, he had to find a suitable outlet to vent his feelings.
He recalled similar experiences from memory; it was likely due to not having moved for too long. The pent-up energy had affected his emotions, and even his brain, which usually had strong control over his body, couldn't effectively suppress this impulse.
It felt like being in heat—a natural reaction of the body.
In his past life, this kind of issue hadn't been much of a problem. After all, he had been in constant combat then, where conserving energy was key, and there were plenty of ways to release tension.
But for the current him, it was quite troublesome.
As for the limp that Yang Xiaoyou was sporting now, it resulted from miscalculating the trajectory of a ricochet. When he dodged behind an off-road vehicle for cover, a bullet rebounded and struck the soft flesh on his hip.
In combat mode, he managed to temporarily cut off sensation in that area using his brain's strong control, so it didn't have much impact at the time. However, after taking down his opponents, the lingering effects of fighting with an injury became apparent.
For an ordinary person, such an injury would require at least half a month of bed rest. Given Yang Xiaoyou's physique and proper nutrition, it would still take some time to heal since tissue needed to regenerate.
This gunshot wound served as a reminder for Yang Xiaoyou: firearms are still dangerous even in the hands of ordinary people.
He genuinely didn't want to visit the Monsoon Shrine right now. However, there was no choice; the bullet was lodged inside him. With his current position, he couldn't extract it himself. Trying to push it out through muscle growth would take too long and hinder the healing process.
If a police officer happened to ask him for tea to discuss the situation and conducted an examination, it would be troublesome. Although he hadn't left any blood or traces at the scene, the likelihood of being implicated in that incident was low. Still, explaining how a bullet ended up lodged in his backside would be difficult. That bullet belonged to a second batch fellow; making connections could lead to complications.
In such high-pressure times, feeling anxious was only natural.
After thinking it over, the only option left was to seek help from Feng Lin. She was the only one who understood his identity and could be trusted to a high degree. However, asking a girl for help with a bullet wound in such a sensitive area was quite amusing for Yang Xiaoyou.
If it weren't for the fear of complications with the police, he would have considered letting the bullet embed itself as a sort of marking.
Inside an ancient wooden cabin, filled with a sense of age and weariness, Feng Lin wiped her hands dry with a towel and remarked flatly, "It's round, natural birth type."
Yang Xiaoyou, who had just come out of his torment on the floor, felt an overwhelming urge to scream upon hearing such an assessment. He couldn't help but wonder where this fellow had learned to make such comments.
"Could it be from that girl, Meng Lu? Oh my God," Yang Xiaoyou thought to himself, tears silently streaming down his face.
Since Yang Xiaoyou had asked Feng Lin to create another wound while removing the bullet to cover up the gunshot mark, the pain he had just endured left him feeling conflicted.
The only thing that slightly reassured him was that Feng Lin seemed completely oblivious to the concept of embarrassment. For an ordinary girl, such a request would be infuriating, yet she remained far calmer than Yang Xiaoyou himself.
Aside from her last comment, it felt as if she were merely cutting meat.
"I really appreciate your help this time. By the way, if anyone asks about my whereabouts, can I hide here with you?" A large white towel covered the area around Yang Xiaoyou's wound as he lay there weakly.
"That's fine," Feng Lin replied in her usual calm tone, seemingly unconcerned about any rumors or gossip.
Afterward, she stood up from her kneeling position with a basin of water and walked outside. At that moment, a black cat that had been yawning nearby jumped onto her head and lazily settled down.
"Well, at least I’m glad I didn’t bring mine along," Yang Xiaoyou thought bitterly as he watched the black cat resting on Feng Lin's head. It seemed their two different pets were somehow symbolic of their contrasting situations.
Just as Yang Xiaoyou was trying to focus on healing his wound faster, his phone rang again after being rebooted.
"I'm going to school on Monday, okay?" Yang Xiaoyou said weakly.
"Big sister? Who the hell are you! You idiot, where are you right now? Something big happened in your neighborhood, and you're still thinking about some big sister? It's driving me crazy!" At that moment, Qi Menglu's explosive voice came from the other end of the phone.
Yang Xiaoyou was momentarily stunned, then quickly glanced at the caller ID on her screen. Realizing she had dialed the wrong person, she swallowed hard. "Auntie, what a surprise to hear from you. The sun must be rising from the west."
Yang Xiaoyou felt a bit of a headache coming on. Their daily exchanges with Qi Menglu were always like this—nothing much was going to change.
"What kind of attitude is that? It's not like I wanted to call you! My mom told me to contact you because there was a gang shootout in your area and someone died. I tried calling you, but your phone was off. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were killed!" Hearing that tone filled with annoyance, Qi Menglu's anger flared up.
Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaoyou felt a bit embarrassed. After the Kapa City incident, she had called with such calmness; now it was surprising that Qi Menglu would take the initiative to call her.
"Um, it's nothing serious. I just sensed something was off and decided to leave. I'll be back in school on Monday. Thanks for your concern, but I have important things to take care of now."
"Who cares about you! If it weren't for my parents telling me to call, I wouldn't bother with you at all! Hey, and by the way—hey! Hey!! You bastard actually hung up on me!" Hearing the busy signal in her ear made Qi Menglu go into a frenzy.
Looking at her phone as if it could burst into flames, she seemed ready to burn that bastard listed in her contacts with sheer willpower.
"Hmph, I can't be bothered with him anymore. Let him get deceived by some bad woman and cry about it. Who would want someone like him anyway?" After venting her frustrations with a series of complaints, Qi Menglu walked out with an unhappy expression, intending to find Feng Lin to vent more about this fellow's misdeeds.
"Hey, is this your important business? It seems really important," Qi Menglu said with her arms crossed, looking down at Yang Xiaoyou sprawled on the ground. A chilling smile crept onto her face.
Her long, smooth legs—capable of driving any man wild—lifted one foot and pressed it down on Yang Xiaoyou's injured backside, twisting it slightly.
"Ouch! That hurts! Let go! I'm the injured party here; this is really going to end badly!" Yang Xiaoyou felt like she was on the verge of breaking down.
She never expected that Qi Menglu would come looking for Feng Lin at this time and coincidentally find that damned black cat in the room where she was staying.
At that moment, due to the condition of the floor, she was not wearing shoes. Her soft feet, if they were on any other surface, could only provide a massage-like effect with her strength.
However, in this position, Yang Xiaoyou had no mood to appreciate even the hint of pink from the other party's raised foot.
"Oh? I've never heard of anyone dying from an injury on their backside. I'm curious to see how that works," Qi Menglu said, her smile still radiant, but her tone made Yang Xiaoyou feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
"A lady shouldn't be concerned about her backside," he could only divert her attention in other ways.
"How rude of me to disappoint you," Qi Menglu replied, and upon hearing this, she increased the pressure of her foot slightly, causing a chill to run through Yang Xiaoyou.
"Lin, how do you know this fellow? Usually, my fellow is him—full of bad habits and always taking advantage of others," Qi Menglu said while sitting on the mat, munching on a rice ball that Feng Lin had handed her, her words muffled with indignation.
A few grains of rice stuck to the corner of her mouth added a touch of cuteness to her demeanor.
"I've known her longer than you have! Hurry up and give me one; I'm starving!" Yang Xiaoyou continued to lie on the ground weakly. The accelerated healing of his wounds required more energy.
"Serves you right for being hungry," Qi Menglu shot him a glare but eventually placed a rice ball in front of him.
After devouring the rice ball in a few bites, Yang Xiaoyou gazed longingly at the plate in front of them. The taste of those rice balls overlapped with his memories; they must have been made by Feng Lin herself.
Her rice balls were truly delicious—any picky gourmet would be won over by them. Unfortunately, she only knew how to make rice balls.
Perhaps it was this focus that allowed her to achieve such excellence.
"What are you staring at? Eating one won't kill you," Qi Menglu said with a fierce look at Yang Xiaoyou.
"His body is quite special; it seems he can accelerate wound healing through the nutrients in food," Feng Lin said calmly while continuing to eat rice balls and feed the cat.
Her words caught Yang Xiaoyou's attention. It was no surprise that a fellow so thoroughly knowledgeable about the Human Body series could draw such conclusions merely from visual observation and the treatment of wounds; it was truly remarkable.
"Eh? I didn't even know that," Qi Menglu said, her face showing surprise as she pushed the box of rice balls in front of Yang Xiaoyou.
However, due to her looking down, the grains of rice stuck to her mouth appeared somewhat glaring in the hungry Yang Xiaoyou's eyes. As he accepted the box with his left hand, he used his right hand to pinch off the rice grains at the corner of her mouth and stuffed them into his own mouth, exclaiming, "Wasting food is shameful."
Since they had been playing together, he didn’t think much of this action.
But Qi Menglu's face turned bright red from bottom to top, and it seemed like steam was rising from her head.
"You... you can go die!"
"Bang!"
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