I really don't want to be famous anymore

Chapter 27

Not long after Wang Xin left, several young men tied up the robbers and left, leaving only Ji Xian and Deng Yuan in the windy alley.

"What the fuck, let's go? Not even a thank you."

Ji Xian sat on the cold ground with his back against the wall, feeling hopeless.

I didn't catch the robber with my own hands, but at least I contributed my own strength. I didn't force him into the alley. Can you catch him?
Hell is empty, evil spirits are in the world, and I am still too young.

Standing in the wind, Deng Yuan looked at the embarrassed young man on the ground, hesitated for a few seconds, and asked in a complicated tone: "Are you okay?"

Ji Xian cheered up, raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes: "What do you think? Hurry up and help me up, my legs are almost broken."

He was angry and still brooding over what happened just now.

Deng Yuanping was scolded for no reason, so he immediately quit. He curled up his legs, took out a cigarette and lit it, and sneered: "I'll forget it! Who are you? The famous Ji Xian, Jinxiu Weiyang is in charge, and needs help from others." ?”

Ji Xian's eyes widened in disbelief.

Is this just adding insult to injury?
"Xiao Deng, is your skin itchy and short of twitching? Help me up, hurry up."

He beat his sore leg, his face twisted from time to time, and he looked quite miserable.

Deng Yuan swallowed the cloud, flicked the cigarette ash with his fingers, unmoved, "Why panic, lie down for a while, wait for me to finish burning the cigarette."

It's hard for Ji Xian to suffer in front of him, and it's simply unacceptable not to have a good time.

In fact, he wanted to leave directly, but considering that doing so was too immoral and against human ethics, he stayed.

Ji Xian grinned and nodded, his smile was stiff, hiding an invisible knife.

Well, you Deng Yuan, I remember you, how rampant you are now, how miserable you will cry in the future.

……

Returning to the community, Deng Yuan casually threw Ji Xian onto the chair, took out his mobile phone, entered Wangwang, and clicked on the mailbox in the upper right corner to have a look.

Credit points deducted 8 points!
"Fuck, isn't it just hanging up? 8 points deducted, why don't you die!"

He was furious, and lost so many credit points, he couldn't play the top game for the time being, pity my Hua Mulan, he was only a few rounds away from saving.

Ji Xian squeezed the flesh on his thigh, exhausted physically and mentally, how could I be so miserable!
While feeling sad, he glanced sideways at Deng Yuan, who was sighing at the loss of credit points, and thought that after his leg healed, he must arrange a one-stop service for him.

"Hey, have you been reported?"

Deng Yuan yelled at Ji Xian. He and Ji Xian were playing in double queue to gain points. Both of them hung up. His reputation points were deducted, and Ji Xian probably couldn't escape.

"Oh, I'm not bragging, I'm absolutely fine."

When Ji Xian entered the game, his mailbox was empty, and he didn't report any news. Instead, he received a friend request from his teammates in the previous game.
He smiled lightly and showed his phone to Deng Yuan. Deng Yuan was sad and couldn't believe it.

After a long while, he complained and said dissatisfied: "Why are you okay? I was reported, this teammate is crazy!"

He admits that Ji Xian's game skills are better than him, and he is also more handsome than him, but can this be the reason why he is not reported?

unfair!
Ji Xian took back the phone, the old god said: "Don't you see how many people I killed in the last game? How many people did you kill? We are not comparable, understand?"

Deng Yuan was furious, and said bitterly: "Why are you so vicious, I should not have sent you back if I knew it earlier."

Ji Xian spread his hands harmlessly, and said innocently, "Blame me?"

Deng Yuan snorted coldly, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and went to relax.

Ji Xian patted his numb leg, thinking, "System, how famous am I?"

"69547, there are 10 days left before the end of the main mission, please hurry up and earn fame." The system gave the answer.

Ji Xian's contribution amount is more than 3 to make up the 10 fame. If he doesn't get enough in 10 days, he will be punished by Tianlei's body training.

In addition, the system will be destroyed.

"I have to do something else."

Ji Xian made a decision, then opened the system backpack and took out the fitness card.

He can no longer be lazy, he must exercise, and strive to have eight-pack abs as soon as possible.

Without hesitation, he swallowed the chocolate fitness card in his hand. Instantly, his heart beat faster and his whole body felt warm, as if he had soaked in a hot spring and relaxed his body and mind.

The whole process lasted for half a minute, and when the warmth subsided, Ji Xian's face was radiant and lively, and even his legs didn't hurt anymore.

He moved his muscles and bones, and the bones rubbed against each other, and there was the sound of crackling fried beans.

"Cool!"

Ji Xian clenched his fists, feeling that he had endless strength.

"The fitness card actually has additional functions. It seems that I don't have to deal with Deng Yuan in a few days."

After he recovered, the first thing he thought of was revenge.

If you don't avenge your ridicule, you will be a gentleman!
Although he is not a good bird to begin with...

After lunch, Ji Xian returned to work, holding a slender wooden stick, waiting at the corner of the road leading to the rear gate.

Time passed minute by minute, and finally, he was waiting for someone.

With a toothpick in his mouth, Deng Yuan hummed a ditty, leisurely walked around the corner, and saw the smiling Ji Xian at first sight.

He was stunned on the spot, the toothpick in his mouth fell to the ground, a coolness rose from his back, he went straight to the sky, and stammered: "Xian... Brother Xian, is your leg healed?"

Ji Xian hit the palm of his left hand lightly with the wooden stick, and said with a half-smile: "Is it okay, can't you see it?"

Deng Yuan's scalp was numb, he swallowed his saliva nervously, and quietly backed away.

A stern light flashed in Ji Xian's eyes, the wooden stick pierced the air, and said: "You dog thief, die!"

Deng Yuan screamed strangely, turned around and ran away, the top of his bald head reflected the dazzling light in the sun.

Ji Xian chased him all the way, and the two ran around in the community. After a lot of effort, Deng Yuan was caught and beaten severely.

Although Deng Yuan is older and taller than Ji Xian in terms of age and body, he is not Ji Xian's opponent in a fight.

Ji Xian mastered master-level fighting skills and could participate in professional boxing matches. How could Deng Yuan, who was powerless, have a chance to resist in front of him?

"Didn't you not help me? Hang me on the ground? 30 years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi, don't bully the young and poor, show me another crazy one?"

Ji Xian held Deng Yuan by the back collar with one hand, dragging him forward forcibly.

Deng Yuan struggled hard, but was frightened into silence by Ji Xian's look.

He thought it was necessary for him to buy insurance, or call the police, otherwise, he might die under Ji Xian's force one day.

"He is just a 19-year-old brat. Why does he fight so hard? He has been practicing since childhood?" Deng Yuan wondered.

As soon as the two arrived at the back door, they saw a middle-aged man sitting on a chair, waiting for him for a long time.

(End of this chapter)