58 Day 57: The Scum Is Ruthless (2/2)
”Enough.” Song Sheng said and wiped his sweat with his face towel.
He Yin fell on his knees.
”I can understand you just finished recuperating, but that's exactly the point of recuperating.” Song Sheng said, his voice cold.
The team members are silently looking at them.
”Your body was back to its normal state after sleeping for three full days because of your head injury. I, on the other hand, however, just slept one day and my strength still isn't back even thirty percent.” He said. ”You know what this means?” he asked and looked at him coldly. ”If I scratch your face and lower your luck, you'll be nothing.” He said and looked at him in the eye. ”In short, you suck.” He said and turned to the team who was frozen because of Song Sheng's demeaning words. ”Next!” he called.
”Yes!” one of them answered.
He Yin took a deep breath and immediately left the floor, still holding his stomach. He sat beside Bao Tian who sparred with Song Sheng before He Yin.
Bao Tian patted his back, full of sympathy. ”Instructor Song is always like this.” hetold him. ”So please don't take this against him – ” he told him and smiled.
How can I not? He Yin thought, frowning, as he raised his shirt and saw a dark blue circle the same size of a fist imprinted on his stomach. Bao Tian grimaced and looked away after he saw the bruise on He Yin's stomach.
The bruise is vividly seen since He Yin's skin is fair.
He Yin's face went dark as he lowered his shirt. He looked at Song Sheng.
Back then, in the previous world, this guy begged me to stay with him with an award – winning and heartbreaking cry. He thought. But, now, not only did he gave me a dark imprint of his fist on my stomach, but also looking, talking and treating me like I'm a bug! He thought, mad, his face escaped a frown.
Song Sheng saw him and his face was covered in frost. He just finished sparring with a team member and the team member is now crawling back to the bench.
”What?” he asked. ”If you hate me, then take it out on me after an hour.” He told him and turned to the team members to call his next sparring partner. He meant that after an hour, another round of sparring session will be held.
He Yin could only swallow his anger and didn't answer. He couldn't wait for more.
But, He Yin was left again holding his stomach as he walked, bending, towards his room on the Fourscapes mansion where their team is staying. He didn't have energy left to take a bath and just laid on his bed, still holding his hurting stomach, and curled on the bed.
”Owww...” he cried. ”Damn that guy... he's not like this before – ” he muttered, wincing in pain.
”Why? Have you met me before?” a voice asked.
He Yin sharply turned, but just winced in pain when his stomach hurt again.
”Don't bother. I won't leave.” Song Sheng said.
Yes. It was this guy. He Yin thought. The one who gave me this 'stomachache'. ”What do you mean?” he asked.
Song Sheng raised the bag on his back. ”I'll be rooming with you.” he answered.
He Yin's eyes went wide he felt they'd pop out of his eye sockets. ”What?!” he asked, shocked.
Song Sheng ignored him and threw his bag on the floor. He then jumped on the bed. He Yin cried and held his stomach when it hurt because the bed waved after Song Sheng jumped on it.
”Oh. Sorry – ” Song Sheng apologized, but his face blank.
He Yin glared at him as he gritted his teeth. Are they trying to kill me?! he thought, meant figuratively and literally.
They're stressing him, killing him psychologically if he's going to room with Song Sheng. They'd kill him, literally, since Song Sheng could beat him down with just a fist.
Much less kill him, with just a kick.
He Yin held his stomach when it hurt more. ”Damn it...” he cursed.
Song Sheng sat up and opened his shirt.
He Yin's eyes went wide. ”What're y - ?!” he asked, shocked.
Song Sheng's face went serious when he saw his imprinted fist on He Yin's stomach. ”Sorry.” he apologized and looked at He Yin, his eyes sincere.
He Yin's eyes went wide and stared at his solemn face. Song Sheng lowered his shirt and went down the bed.
He Yin's forehead knotted. ”What're you - ?” he asked when he saw Song Sheng took his bag and headed to the door. ”Where are you going?” he asked.
Song Sheng stopped and turned to him, his face blank. ”Going to camp outside.” He answered. ”Or I might kill you, figuratively and literally.” He said.
Dark lines covered in He Yin's face, decided to ignore Song Sheng's second sentence. ”Why are you camping outside?” he asked.
”My room is the most damaged here in the dorm.” Song Sheng answered, referring to the Fourscapes mansion. ”I don't like to room with my brother, much less with the other members here.” He explained.
”Why?” He Yin asked.
”... I don't like them.” Song Sheng answered.
Dark lines covered He Yin's face. ”And me?” he asked.
Seeing Song Sheng didn't speak, the answer is obvious.
He Yin's face went dark. ”Then why are you – ”
He cut him off. ”I've always liked this room.” Song Sheng said and looked around the room.
He Yin was left speechless.
”Unfortunately, I might dirty this room since I might accidentally kill you.” He said and looked at He Yin. ”So I'd just go and camp outside that's cold – ”
He Yin gritted his teeth. ”Fine! Fine!” he yelled, not minding the other is the highly – respected instructor of the team. He doesn't care anymore. ”You go stay here, then!” he said, frowning as he glared at Song Sheng.
”... what if I might kill you?” Song Sheng asked.
”I'd ty my best to stay alive, then!” he answered and covered himself with the blanket, missing to see Song Sheng's blank face broke into a smile.
This guy... He Yin thought as he prepared to sleep. He's entirely different than the previous him!
Little Dragon's G(r)ay Theater:
He Yin: *pissed (again XD)
Gray Dragon: ... should I ask him about this...?
He Yin: what?
Gray Dragon: ...
He Yin: speak up!
Gray Dragon: ... seems like you'll be the shou (uke) again –
He Yin: *face went dark. Shut up!
Gray Dragon: ... but you're the one who told me to speak – alright. I'll shut up.
Li Tian: could Brother Fei actually be not the ML?
Feng Mo: then, who is the ML?
Li Tian: ... uhm, Brother Chen?
Feng Mo: ... but Brother Chen is the MC.
Li Tian: ... can't the MC be the ML?
Feng Mo: ... dunno.
Li Tian: ... or... is Brother Chen really our MC and not Brother Fei?
Feng Mo: ... I don't know anymore. -.-'''
Gray Dragon: same, Feng Mo. Same... *sigh