Chapter 10: 10

The third encounter with Song Bai Lao was on a sunset afternoon. At that time, my situation was a little embarrassing. Not only was I surrounded by a group of boring AO in a remote alley, but they also tried to take off my pants and wanted to personally identify the difference between Beta, Alpha, and Omega.

In the biological laboratory, there are mannequins of ABO, three bloods and six genders. They can go there to see if they want to see it. It really makes no sense for me to take off my clothes.

I would rather die than give in, resisting with all my might, and had a violent physical conflict with them. However, I was weak, and was quickly pressed to the ground by them with a bruised face.

Seven or eight hands groped around me at the same time, like giant and sinister spiders, chilling my spine.

My struggles only made them more entertaining, scolding and begging for mercy. In the past bullying, I have summed up the experience. Don’t make a sound, close your eyes, it will be over soon.

“You guys are so noisy…”

Suddenly, the hands that were pulling my clothes all stopped there.

I slowly opened my eyes, and from the gap between my legs, I saw someone walking towards me. Just by looking at those legs, you can imagine how tall the person is.

“It’s Song Bai Lao…” Someone exclaimed in a low voice.

I was a little surprised that it was him again.

Song Bai Lao approached me slowly from the back of the crowd. I was blocked by someone, so I could only hear his voice, but couldn’t see his person.

“No one told you that this is my site?” He seemed to have just woken up, his voice a little hoarse in addition to his usual laziness.

The crowd was silent for a moment, and after a while, a “representative” was elected to negotiate with the other party.

“Senior, I’m really sorry. We just borrowed your place for a while, and we’ll leave soon.” The man smiled ingratiatingly and walked towards Song Bai Lao.

During the period, I don’t know what he did to annoy Song Bai Lao. I only heard a muffled sound of a hard object hitting my body, accompanied by a scream, and the next second, there was another person in my field of vision who couldn’t stop groaning and groaning.

“What…” Song Bai Lao’s disgusted voice sounded, “Did I say you could touch me?”

Everyone was blinded by his unexpected hand, and all froze in place. If it wasn’t for my embarrassment at the time, I would have wanted to applaud him.

He tapped the cheek of the fallen alpha with his toes, and said with a strong humiliation: “Get out of here while I’m not too angry.”

Most of the people who bullied me were just a group of naive and direct-minded people who had not been pressured by power. The son of a bitch, who didn’t dare to fight with the seniors at will, was frightened by Song Bai Lao, a real bully, and hurriedly fled the scene with his companions on his back.

After the pressure on my back disappeared, I struggled to get up from the ground, and just as I stood up, out of the corner of my eyes, I caught a glimpse of Song Bai Lao walking towards me sloppily.

“Thank you…” I just spit out a word, and suddenly a huge force stepped on my back and stepped me down again.

My face hit the ground, my head was stunned, and I couldn’t find the north. Turning my head and glaring at Song Bai Lao behind me, he looked at me like he was looking at a pool of moldy rotten meat.

“Say you’re not convinced, even if I have the Beta gene in my body, I’m ten thousand times stronger than you.” He put his hands in his trouser pockets, leaned slightly, his eyes lowered, full of pity, “This is not you. Get out of the place where this kind of waste is supposed to come.”

I scratched the ground with my fingers, thinking that I should refute something, but I couldn’t say a word. He was on top and I was crawling on the ground. In his eyes, I was indeed a waste.

But I’m still not convinced.

Since then, I have started to become a monk and compete with this place in Song Bai Lao’s mouth that is not suitable for me. I tried my best to keep up with the course, study without food, to prove Song Bai Lao wrong and to prove that I can adapt to this place too.

Unfortunately, I still failed and ended my studies in the most embarrassing manner…

After meeting Master, I thought I could finally change my fate and stop being a “trash” in Song Bai Lao’s eyes. Unexpectedly, nothing changed in the end.

The license was revoked, which meant I was no longer a baker. The dreams that I once had, those rhetorical rants are all shattered, and I don’t know what else I can do.

During that time, I was very decadent every day, and I didn’t want to go out to meet people, and I didn’t like to talk. Liang Qiu Yang saw it in his eyes, worried that I would be depressed if I went on like this, and always forced me to go shopping, let me watch movies with him, and even invited me to do a live broadcast together, which solved the problem of food and clothing for me.

I have been in Amber for two years, and my face has never appeared on the camera, and the live broadcast is also tepid. With the help of Liang Qiu Yang in his live broadcast, I barely managed to get into the top ten food anchors.

I don’t have much ambition, and I’m quite satisfied with this state. But a sudden revelation a few years ago completely broke the peaceful life I wanted to maintain.

[I feel cheated, so you are such a person.]

[It’s so disgusting, I feel bad that I once liked you.]

[Get out of Amber!]

[Plagiarism be damned!]

The nightmare from two years ago seems to be repeating itself, only this time with more straightforward cyber violence.

I wrote a short statement and posted it in my amber space. It probably means that I did disrupt the order of the competition and turned violent towards others. The association’s punishment decided that I had no complaints and accepted it completely, but I did not approve of my plagiarism accusation.

How many people saw it, I don’t know. After that, I took a full two-week break. When the live broadcast resumed, the number of subscribers had dropped from 3,000 to 2,000 to more than 100. In the past two weeks while I waited for the public opinion to subside, Chang Xingze started a high-profile live broadcast on Amber as the champion of the international competition. With his good looks and superb skills, he quickly climbed to the top three of the weekly popularity list, and completely ranked me as a Reservoir dogs.

This is really too coincidental. From picking up my identity as a “plagiarist” to increase the topic, to Chang Xingze entering Amber as a benevolent victim, one after another, the time points are closely connected, and I am stupid no matter how stupid I am.

I’m already like this, and they still don’t want to let me go. They want to squeeze my last bit of value. It’s a pity to be a baker.

“And then, you just let them go?”

I was startled and looked up at Song Bai Lao. His posture was no different from the previous one, and his expression was still the same cold and angry look, but the frown between his brows was tighter.

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“I have no evidence…” The draft was also stolen by Xiang Ping. Even if I plead guilty for myself, with no evidence, who would believe me?

Song Bai Lao stared directly at me, closed his eyes for a long time, and let out a long breath from his nose.

“You’re really as bad as before.”

The fingertips trembled uncontrollably, as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over my head, and for a moment I was almost breathless.

Compared to this, my voice was calm: “I also tried to resist, but unfortunately I failed.”

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Whether it’s as a Beta, trying to make some achievements, or being framed for plagiarism…

Song Bai Lao “Haha. With a sound, the corners of his lips lifted, forming a warm smile: “It’s not a complete failure. Didn’t you marry me? You drugged me and forced me into estrus in the equipment room, didn’t you? For this?”

My eyes suddenly widened a bit, and I tightened my fingers suddenly, trying to make a sound, but my throat seemed to be blocked, and I couldn’t utter a word.

“I…” After finally uttering a syllable, it got stuck again.

“What are you?” Song Bai Lao slowly restrained his smile, “Have you never done it?”

At this moment, Song Bai Lao overlapped with those who were clamoring for me to get out of the field, and who found me guilty from the bottom of their hearts.

“Haven’t you done it yet?”

“I haven’t done it.”

“So how do you prove it?”

“What?”

“So how do you prove innocence?”

“But I haven’t done it.”

“You have to prove.”

“I haven’t done it, why should I prove it?’

“I didn’t …”

The words were pale and weak, and I didn’t know what else to say.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion outside the door, and the sound of footsteps came hurriedly.

“Sir, the young master is sick!” Aunt Jiu knocked on the door, standing outside the door and not coming in.

Before I regained my senses, Song Bai Lao stood up and walked out without looking at me.

Thinking that something might have happened to Song Mo, I didn’t care about anything else and went after Song Bai Lao.

Song Mo was originally taking piano lessons. According to the female teacher who taught him, he suddenly began to cough and was panting very badly. When she saw that it was not good, she immediately went downstairs to find other people.

The servants of the Song family knew about Song Mo’s physical condition. Aunt Jiu ordered someone to bring a paper bag as soon as possible, and opened the doors and windows. When Song Mo’s cough was no longer so bad, she went to find Song Bai Lao again.

When we arrived, Song Mo had already been carried to the bed, his face was pale and he looked very weak.

Song Bai Lao sat beside the bed, put his palm against his forehead to measure the temperature on his forehead, and asked, “Is it still uncomfortable?”

Song Mo shook his head gently.

“Luo Meng Bai has been notified, she will be here soon.” Facing his sick son, Song Bai Lao’s tone was only a little milder than usual.

Song Mo pursed his lips and pulled up the quilt to cover the area below his eyes, looking very reluctant.

I stood behind Song Bai Lao, probably at the end of the bed, and didn’t dare to rush over without Song Bai Lao’s peremission. Seeing Song Mo turn his eyes to me, thinking that the child needs to be appeased at this time, he hurriedly wrinkled his nose at him, showing a somewhat funny expression.

His eyes were slightly curved, as if smiling.

I also laughed silently, and was about to make another face when Song Bai Lao suddenly turned his head to look at me.

I froze there for a moment, and at a loss, I let the five senses return to their original positions, and then moved to the side with a light cough, and stood directly at the corner of the wall.

The “Luo Meng Bai” Song Bai Lao called arrived quickly, wearing a white lab coat and carrying a medicine box, as I thought it was a doctor.

She wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on her face, a thin dangling chain that stretches down the back of his neck, and a bite-stop in the style of a dust mask.

“What’s wrong, let me take a look…” She took out the stethoscope and quietly listened to Song Mo’s heartbeat, and then performed a series of basic examinations for him.

In the end, she put the quilt back on Song Mo, stood up straight and said to Song Bai Lao, “It’s not a big problem. Spring is always easier to induce asthma. If you’re worried, I’ll stay here for one night and observe again.”

Song Bai Lao glanced at Song Mo, who couldn’t keep his eyes open on the bed, nodded and said, “Okay.” Then he looked at me again, and his attitude changed sharply, “Let Aunt Jiu prepare the guest room.

Aunt Jiu was also very happy when she heard that Luo Meng Bai was going to stay, and said that she felt relieved when she was there. Only after she said it did I know that Luo Meng Bai was already an authority on the research on ABO type 3 blood and c20 virus at a young age. And she is also Song Bai Lao’s cousin, a direct descendant of the Luo family.

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