Reborn with a Cell Phone 2007

“Maybe you will change yourself later~

But I have decided to leave you~

I miss you I miss you~

I miss you everyday…”

In the smoky internet cafe, Hong Nai Qiao (Red Naihe Bridge) was wearing headphones, listening to his favorite music, and as usual, he was playing a showdown with the patriarch of the [Residual Blood Family], Qie Xin (Wang Xin). His right hand fingers kept jumping on the keyboard, and his left hand was raised high. When he needed to press the space bar, he quickly and fiercely dropped it. The space bar made a crisp, loud and eye-catching sound, which was the essence of playing QQ Showdown. Obviously, Hong Nai Qiao was well versed in this.

After the dance, Red Qiao smiled in an unfathomable way, looking at the settlement interface with satisfaction. In the headset, a reluctant voice rang out: "Red, I reluctantly admit that you are the only man stronger than me." (Red, I reluctantly admit that you are the only man stronger than me.)

“Heh.” Qiao laughed helplessly. The other party turned off the microphone, and then a cell phone ringtone like a noise bomb rang out.

"Master——that guy called again——"

“Blue Sun,” Qiao said in a low voice with dissatisfaction, “You better be upset…” (Blue Sun, you better be upset…)

"Red boy, Zi Zi was beaten at Xin Fei Yang skating rink, come here quickly!" (Red boy, Zi Zi was beaten at Xin Fei Yang skating rink, come here quickly!)

"What?!" Xiao Qiao stood up with his eyes wide open in surprise. He put away the cigarettes and lighter on the table and called his companions, "Colorful, yellow, green, stop playing and follow me." (Colorful, yellow, green, stop playing and follow me.)

Green: "Young Master Red, what happened?"

Cai: "Don't ask, the chief must have his reasons for doing this!"

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Ji Shumiao walked quickly down from the second floor, stepped forward from the darkness at the edge of the skating rink, and appeared on the stage under the attention of everyone. Her young face looked hazy and unreal in the interweaving of light and shadow, but the beast-like angry and vengeful emotion in her eyes was so real that it was chilling.

Brother Lang had been helped up. His right arm was terribly swollen, and his wrist was bloody. He was so cold that sweat broke out on his forehead. He still comforted her: "It's okay, it's just a superficial injury. It just looks scary. There should be no bone damage."

Ji Shumiao ignored him, calmly asked someone to help call a taxi, and turned to walk towards the culprit.

When Li Wubin saw her coming, he told someone to stop and pulled the purple-haired hedgehog up.

Their movements alarmed the boss, who was very excited. The thugs who were maintaining order naturally stood on the side of Li Wubin and his men. Zimao and his companions were all controlled.

Zimao looked young. His standing hair had fallen down. His ugly face was covered with bruises and blood was seeping from the corners of his mouth. The worst part was that one of his noses was bloody. He must have had a nose ring recently and it was torn off during the beating.

Zimao raised his head and gasped in pain. Before he could say anything, Ji Shumiao raised his hand and slapped him loudly.

There was venom in her smile, forming a connection between fire and smoke with the hatred in her eyes.

One slap after another, the sound of slaps continued.

Li Wubin couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he stopped her and said, "Sister, sister, don't dirty your hands. We can do this dirty work."

The slap sounded loud and seemed to be real, but in fact, Ji Shumiao's delicate little hand was swung red, and the other party didn't seem to feel much pain.

The considerate clerk brought a wet tissue, and Li Wubin took it and wiped Ji Shumiao's hands: "What do you say? Brother Bin will do whatever you say."

The purple-haired man raised his head and shouted, "You aunts, my clan, my family, are no match for you!" (You insulted me today, my clan leader, my family, I will not let you go!)

Ji Shumiao took the wet towel and threw it on his face, saying, "Brother Bin, thank you for your help. Beat my brother the same way he is injured."

Li Wubin agreed immediately.

The car was already waiting outside the door. Ji Shulang sat on the shoe-changing bench outside the skating rink to change his shoes. He felt it was disrespectful to ask a stranger to help him change his shoes, so he had to do it with one hand.

Ji Shumiao squatted down, slapped his good hand away, quickly pulled off the skates on his feet, unzipped the tongue of his sneakers and handed them to his feet.

As Lang Ge stretched his feet to put on his shoes, he sighed: "I can actually be treated like this in my life. This injury is really worth it!"

After he finished speaking, Ji Shumiao glared at him. The look in his eyes was as if he wanted to eat someone, very ferocious and evil, but there was a layer of glass-like mist in his eyes.

Ji Shulang gently pressed the top of her head and stopped talking.

As soon as the brother and sister left, Qiao and her men arrived at the skating rink. Seeing a pair of unattended skates on the ground, the Yellow Witch rushed over as fast as a gust of wind and lightning, picked up the skates and held them in her arms like treasures: "Hehe, I've heard that there are young men in the skating rink who wear their skates once and then throw them away. I finally encountered this once."

Someone nearby heard it and sneered in disgust: "You stinky beggar, poor bastard."

After hearing this, Shemoonan hugged him even tighter, as if she was afraid that someone would snatch him away from her.

Qiao led a few people towards the field. His face seemed calm and domineering, but in fact his calves were trembling.

He...he knows Li Wubin, the son of the owner of the processing factory next door.

Li Wubin laughed disdainfully: "A bunch of mixed-breed chickens."

He was extremely angry. As soon as this group of people appeared, "I Miss You" started playing automatically in his mind on a loop and he couldn't turn it off. Even if he smashed the phonograph in his mind, the music would not stop. It was simply mental rape!

He looked at the group of people with interest, wanting to see what kind of waves they could make.

Zimao was twisting like a maggot under the grip of the thugs: "Chuchang! Chuchang慦ｅ!" (Chief! Chief, save me!)

Under the gaze of everyone, Qiao knelt down straight.

Zimao was stunned. Cai, Huang and Lu didn't understand, but they thought that the chief must have his reasons for doing so, so they knelt down as well.

Qiao said humbly, "Mr. Li, this kid just came to the city to work and doesn't know anything. Please forgive him this time. I will definitely discipline him!"

"Spare me?" Li Wubin raised his foot and kicked him in the chest. "Who do you think you are? You dare to teach me how to do things? It's okay if he offends me, but if he dares to touch my brother, there is no way I can forgive him."

Qiao continued to kneel, his back bent a little more: "He is ignorant, if you have anything to say, come to me."

"Chuchang..." Zimao lowered his head and shed two lines of tears of emotion and regret.

Ji Shulang's forearm was fractured and the soft tissue at his wrist was severely contused, so he had to stay in the hospital.

Fortunately, his hand was a fissure fracture, so conservative treatment was possible without the need for surgery or the use of steel plates, steel needles, or the like.

"Will there be any sequelae?" Ji Shumiao asked with a frown.

The doctor put down the X-ray and said firmly: "It definitely won't happen if the treatment is successful."

"Where are your parents? The patient needs to be hospitalized, and an adult must go through the hospitalization procedures." The doctor asked while writing medical orders.

Ji Shumiao curled his lips: "I can just arrange for him to be hospitalized."

"The law doesn't allow it!" The doctor glanced at her and said, "Okay, stay in the hospital first. We can complete the formalities when your parents come tomorrow."

After Ji Shulang underwent a series of treatments including bone fixation, he was sent to the orthopedic ward.

Ji Shumiao sat on the small stool beside his bed, holding his cell phone, frowning and sighing, hesitating about how to tell his family.

Ji Shulang saw her hesitation and held out his hand to her: "Give it to me."

"It's all my fault. If only we hadn't gone to the skating rink."

"I wanted to go ice skating on my own, how can I blame you?" Ji Shulang said as he dialed the number, "If anyone should be blamed, it should be that purple-haired idiot."

Ji Shulang called Li Wubin and said to the person on the other end of the phone: "Brother, I'm fine. Just scare that guy and let him go. Don't do anything."

The purple-haired guy got beaten up, it's time he got his lesson.

Ji Shumiao pouted, expressing her dissatisfaction with his actions as a holy father. Since he, the person involved, had made such a decision, she couldn't say anything more.

"I'm glad he's alright." Li Wubin agreed. After hanging up the phone, he grinned and said coldly, "Break both of his hands."