Cheng Ji continued.
"Sponsor, while you were fainted just now, I took a group of commemorative photos of you and recorded a short video. It's nothing special, just your lower body with your handsome face. I think I took a good picture, very fresh, and also very clear. You are a well-known figure, you probably don't want these photos and videos to be posted online?"
"So I want to make a deal with you. I'm punishing you today mainly because you made a mistake. I think with your character, you might make this mistake again in the future. In order to remind you to stop before it's too late and avoid being impulsive, and to prevent you from retaliating against me and the waiter just now, I decided to keep these photos and videos for the time being."
Cheng Ji put his hands in his pockets to show that he had a cell phone.
"I left the waiter's contact information. If he finds anything unusual happening to you, he can call me anytime, anywhere. I can also post these photos online anytime, anywhere. For the sake of your beautiful second half of life, I suggest you be cautious."
Qi Beisong said hoarsely: "... I won't let you go!"
Cheng Ji smiled and said, "Oh, by the way, when I took the photo just now, I also took my fishnet stockings into the photo."
He raised one foot: "Hey, did you see my toenails? I'm wearing red nail polish! Master Qi, you're 1.85 meters tall, right? Or even taller? How could you be so big, how could you be beaten to the ground by a shemale wearing fishnet stockings and red nail polish? It must be fake! But even if it's fake, it won't sound good if it's spread out, right?"
"So don't talk nonsense!" Cheng Ji patted Qi Beisong's blushing face, gently and considerately.
"Okay, you've learned your lesson. I'm leaving now. We'll never meet again! Don't worry, I didn't tie the rope around your hand tightly. If you have the skills, you can get it untied within half an hour. If you can't, I'll call someone to rescue you."
Cheng Ji waved goodbye, then suddenly returned, grabbed a coat on the back of the sofa and said to Qi Beisong, "It's too cold outside. I'll lend you your coat and return it to you later."
"Didn't you say we would never meet again?" Qi Beisong asked, "Why?"
Cheng Ji tilted his head and thought for a while: "Why don't you leave me your address and I'll send it to you."
"… I kill you!!"
"How childish, Master Qi, you are so childish." Cheng Ji put on his coat and pulled up his collar.
The temperature outside was already below zero, but he still had to walk through the snow in tattered clothes.
He felt a business card in his coat pocket. It was from some innocent businessman, with a phone number and detailed address.
He said, "Then I will send the coat to this old man and ask him to pass it on to you. Let's go!"
After taking two steps, he took out his wallet from his inner pocket and threw it to Qi Beisong, and at the same time threw back a condom. He searched up and down and found another condom and threw it away.
"Not bad, not bad, very powerful!" He smiled evilly, his tone like a fifty-year-old gangster.
After making sure there was nothing else, he said goodbye, but came back a few steps later and asked, "Have you seen my shoes?"
Qi Beisong was extremely angry: "Bah!!"
Eh? Where is his blingbling? Cheng Ji looked around the room for it and found one, but the other one seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.
In fact, the blingbling shoe had just been accidentally kicked under the bathroom sink. The sink was deep and wide, and the light from underneath could not reach everywhere, so it was pitch black. Cheng Ji took a quick glance and did not see a shoe in the corner.
"… "
He had no choice but to consider himself unlucky. Holding onto one shoe, he climbed out of the bathroom window barefoot and returned the same way.
The plot of the original book had collapsed long ago, and the plot manager had disappeared. No one knew what he had done, not even Shen Zimo who was rescued and Qi Beisong who was beaten. He was particularly satisfied with this.
The only thing I was not satisfied with was walking barefoot on the snow, which made my feet turn blue and white from the cold.
It doesn't matter if it turns blue, but it must not turn purple. If it really gets to that point, it will have to be amputated!
It was past eleven in the evening, and the debauchery in Shuiyue Villa was gradually reaching its peak. But the small private room for the staff to rest was still so quiet. Lele seemed to have nothing to do today and was sitting inside playing with her nails.
Hearing someone coming in, he complained, "Cheng Cheng, where have you been? You spent almost half an hour smoking a cigarette. Manager Zhou came to ask about it twice, and I covered your mouth for you!"
"Uh..." Cheng Ji rubbed his feet and said, "Thank you."
Lele raised his head, suddenly startled, and asked, "What's wrong with your face?"
"Huh?" Cheng Ji pretended to be stupid.
"There's blood on your face!"
"It's not blood." Cheng Ji said, "It's lipstick."
"Your lipstick is under your nose?" Lele asked with a frown.
Cheng Ji wiped it with his trembling fingers: "I... I missed a step on the stairs and fell down."
Lele was so angry that he could not contain himself: "You! Why did you fall down today, such an important day, instead of earlier? Look how you look like a ghost! Do you still want to do this?!"
Cheng Ji took the opportunity to back off: "I don't really want to..."
Lele asked: "What about your mother? Can you pay for tomorrow's medical expenses?"
Cheng Ji opened the collar of his coat and said, "My arms and knees are bruised, so I can't do it even if I want to. It will be distasteful to customers, right?"
Lele saw the bloodstains on his legs, his face turned helpless, and he asked, "Does it hurt?"
Cheng Ji said it was okay.
Lele asked again: "Where did you get this dress from?"
Cheng Ji couldn't honestly say that the clothes were Qi Beisong's, so he evaded the question: "I just fell over there and couldn't get up for a while, and a customer passed by and helped me up, and even lent me the clothes to wear."
"Which staircase?" Lele asked.
Cheng Ji pointed casually: "Over there."
Lele said, "That's the fire escape over there, how could the guests pass by there?"
"Maybe he went there to smoke too." Cheng Ji said.
Lele stopped asking questions, touched the fabric and lining of the coat, turned up the collar and took a look, and said, "Hurry up and return the coat to the owner. Be careful not to get it dirty or damaged!"
Cheng Ji asked: "Why?"
Lele said: "You don't know the value of the goods, but I do. This coat was custom-made in Europe. The price is at least tens of thousands of Euros. It's not worth it even if I sell you and me together!"
Cheng Ji raised his eyebrows and said nothing.
"Who on earth would lend you such expensive clothes? Maybe he is setting you up!" Lele said, "Go and return it quickly, or you will get into trouble!"
Cheng Ji said "Oh" and walked out, then turned around and asked, "Le Le, have you seen my phone?"
Lele said angrily, "You are so confused today! We are not allowed to bring mobile phones to work, so didn't we leave our clothes and mobile phones at the front desk? How could you even forget this?!"
Cheng nodded and said, "I want to go back to see my mother now. If Manager Zhou asks again, can you tell me for me?"
"It's okay, go ahead. I see that you're not in good condition. I'll feel more at ease if you leave." Lele waved his hand.
Cheng Ji said, "After I leave, if anyone asks you, just say you don't know me well. Remember that?"
Lele stamped her feet: "What's wrong with you today? You're crazy!"
Cheng Ji smiled and turned to leave, but Lele called him.
"Are you Cheng Ji?" Lele asked suddenly. As soon as he asked this question, even he felt it made no sense.
Cheng Ji is nineteen years old this year. He is weak and introverted, even a little cowardly and depressed. He comes from a poor single-parent family. His father has passed away, his mother is seriously ill, and his studies have been interrupted. The pressure of life inevitably shaped him into such a character.
But the man in front of me had a pair of bright eyes and a lively smile. He stood so straight, even leaning back slightly, revealing his beautiful jawline.
Despite the weird, heavy make-up on his face, he still looked very cute, with a hint of cleverness in his serious expression.
Lele was very confused.
Cheng Ji smiled and said, "Let's go. See you later!"
He had to go, and the sooner the better.
He also had to return Qi Beisong's coat. What kind of brocade and embroidered coat is worth tens of thousands of euros? Wearing it can make you reach the moon in the sky or catch turtles in the five oceans? Stealing 5,000 yuan is enough to be sentenced, but he actually robbed someone of hundreds of thousands of yuan in front of him. How terrible!
When passing by the front desk, he handed Qi Beisong's coat to him with both hands and told him that it belonged to the guest in private room 388 and asked him to bring it in half an hour.
"Why do you have to wait half an hour?" the girl at the front desk asked puzzledly.
Cheng Ji blinked and said, "You can send it now, but they are doing something inside, it would not be good if they saw us, right?"
The front desk understood.
Cheng Ji advised: "Sister, you have to keep these clothes well and make sure no one steals them."
The receptionist came closer and asked, "Where are you from? Why haven't I seen you before?"
"I just got here today and haven't seen you before." Cheng Ji lay on the marble countertop, holding his chin with his hand and grinning. He was also a handsome guy in his previous life, and he believed that he was still as charming as ever, even though he was covered with this skin of a mb.
The receptionist said, "Oh, that's what I told you! You girls shouldn't wear this kind of makeup. Don't tell them later that I taught you that!"
Cheng Ji's elbow slipped and he almost fell.
"… "
The receptionist said, "Take off your makeup now! I have sharp eyes. You look a hundred times better without makeup than with it. Don't mess it up and make yourself look like a flamingo!"
Cheng Ji took out his clothes and cell phone in a huff, hurriedly put on sweatpants and down jacket, and fled out of Shuiyue Villa as quickly as possible.
There were rows of taxis waiting outside the villa. Cheng Ji opened the door of the front one and got in.
The driver asked, “Where are you going?”
"Wait a moment." Cheng Ji said, "Drive down the mountain first."
He began to quickly check the contents of his phone, from contacts to photos, from call logs to communication apps... Three minutes later, he turned off his phone, took out the SIM card, and put it in his pocket.
"The Fourth People's Hospital," he said.
This is the hospital where Cheng Ji’s mother is staying. He saw photos of medical records, photos of debt bills, and the doctor’s contact information on his mobile phone.
The patient is in Ward 12, Bed 37, Neurosurgery Department. He is currently in a deep coma and completely unconscious.
The taxi was driving on the mountain road. Although there were street lights on both sides, it was still dark and deep, with no end in sight.
Cheng Ji put his forehead against the car window, feeling the vibrations and slight noises, and suddenly realized that this was probably the price of ruining the main plot—escaping late at night in the cold winter, in such a hurry.
The snow is falling heavily, blowing in people’s faces, the north wind is chilling, the dark clouds are hanging low over the mountains and rivers, the sparse forests are cold and withered…
The driver was listening to the radio, and the Peking Opera was singing the part about Lin Chong's night escape. Cheng Ji almost suspected that the plot manager was still watching him and laughed at him inwardly.
"This is Li Shaochun, he sings really well and has great charm," the driver said. "I just like his voice."
Cheng Ji smiled and thought to himself, there is actually Li Shaochun in the world of this third-rate novel. Was it written by the author or automatically generated by the system
How could he know that ever since the plot collapsed, this world has become disconnected from the novel. The characters are still the same, but the story is completely different.
The driver looked at him in the rearview mirror and felt that he was not a good person. He said with a hint of ridicule, "Hey, why don't you let me turn off the radio? How can someone like you appreciate traditional drama?"
Cheng Ji said: "It's hard for a hero to hold a sword in his hand but fail to kill the traitors, and be framed and separated from his life by others."
The driver was choked by his words and couldn't continue.
Cheng Ji said quietly, "Mrs. Lin Chong was forced to death by Yanei. Do you know how I died?"
In the dead of night, deep in the mountains and old forests, the driver was frightened by him and his hair stood on end: "You... little brother, don't talk nonsense, aren't you still alive and well?"
"So don't ask anymore. Fortunately, I'm still alive." Cheng Ji said.
“…” The driver looked at him in the rearview mirror and turned his head away in fear.
"Please turn down the radio. I need to rest." Cheng Ji said.
The driver quickly tuned him to a late-night channel that played light music and asked, "Brother, is this okay?"
Cheng nodded, closed his eyes and took a short nap.
He was extremely tired and hungry. His empty stomach ached slightly and all the joints in his body felt as if they had been crushed.
He had been in this body for less than two hours, but he had already tortured it like this. It was really too much. If the original owner was still conscious, I really don't know how much he would hate him, maybe he would point at his nose and scold him.
After waking up, he took out the original owner's ID card from his inner pocket.
The photo is dull, and there is no life in the eyes, but no matter who the police officer takes photos of, they all look dull.
He was born in May, the brightest and most beautiful season of the year. Unfortunately, life was too harsh on him, making his life difficult.
Registered residence: Workers’ New Village.
This must be an old residential area built in the 1970s or 1980s, a welfare housing unit provided by his elders’ workplace. Was it from his father who passed away long ago? His mother? No, it was more likely his grandparents, or his grandparents-in-law. The family had never moved from this house since they got it.
"Nineteen years old..." Cheng Ji whispered.
He was already 24 when he died in his previous life, which meant he gained five years more than this boy.
"Why don't you want to live anymore?" he asked softly, "would you rather give your body to a stranger?"
Yes, he noticed that the original owner left on his own initiative and had no attachment.
An insignificant supporting character in a crappy novel, with five lines at most, and without even a proper name, something like "Cheng Ji".
After rehearsing five lines with the protagonist, the two protagonists reconcile, but what about him? Where will he go? Where will he end up? Will he die, or continue to live
"What do you want me to do for you?" Cheng Ji murmured.
I saved a person for you, are you happy
I even beat up a playboy for you. Did you feel relieved
Can I live a happier and more efficient life for you
Cheng Ji gently stroked the scratches on his knuckles and promised himself: OK! !
There is only one thing wrong with me: my physical fitness.
Cheng Ji thought: Starting from tomorrow, I will get up early every day to run five kilometers. I must improve my physical fitness. How can my life be satisfactory if I can't fight!