Yi Heye's mind went blank for a few seconds.
He doesn't remember.
After leaving himself with a deep, indelible memory, this guy seemed to have his memory wiped clean, leaving only the words "I don't remember" before making a clean getaway.
Reason told him that it was best if Jian Yunxian forgot; as long as he didn't mention it himself, it would be as if it had never happened at all.
But then he thought, why should only I remember this mess?! Why did he lie to me and then run away?! This is so unfair!!
Then he got angry again, banged on the table and threatened, "Don't ask anymore, or I'll break all your fingers."
Without asking any questions, Jian Yunxian immediately shut his mouth in fright.
Yi Heye felt inexplicably unhappy during the meal.
He poked the fried egg to pieces with his chopsticks, and now he regretted not ordering a runny one. Watching the unformed yolk spread all over the plate might have made him feel better.
He himself didn't realize that he looked exactly like a pitiful wretch in a TV drama who had been betrayed by a scumbag. To be more specific, he was like a pitiful wretch who had a one-night stand after drinking, woke up to find himself pregnant with the scumbag's child, and went to confront him only to be rejected and run away with the baby.
However, he didn't understand that Jian Yunxian hadn't actually done anything to him.
Even though in the end they were really just going their separate ways, he got stuck on certain things and took them too seriously.
Because this guy acted so innocently, Yi Heye decided to completely bury the memories of last night.
As he lowered his head and shoveled the crumbs of fried egg from the plate into his mouth, he had to admit that the fried egg did indeed taste quite good.
He's a scumbag who's an expert cook.
After he coldly watched the guy finish washing the dishes with his fingers, the cold workaholic was back online.
“The problem with Pink Love Trend is huge,” Yi Heye said coldly. “We need to find a way to quickly infiltrate the industry. My intuition tells me that the breakthrough point is there.”
Jian Yunxian nodded: "Okay."
Yi Heye frowned again and asked him, "Do you remember? Last night at Pink Love, Liu Zhi's matter."
“I remember,” Jian Yunxian said sincerely. “I remember everything that happened before I blacked out.”
How can you not remember what happened after the blackout?! Yi Heye was angry for another second, then quickly returned to work.
“Since it’s difficult to break through with Fan Ai, I think we should start with Liu Zhi,” Yi Heye said. “The only way to get in touch with him is through the band, don’t you think?”
Jian Yunxian was unusually obedient: "I think so."
Now, whatever Jian Yunxian says is wrong. Yi Heye stared at him fiercely for a few seconds, and since he couldn't find anything to criticize, he could only turn away on his own.
Yi Heye put on his coat and opened the door: "I'll go check on Liu Zhi's condition again, the sooner the better."
Jian Yunxian hurriedly picked up Xiaoyunduo to follow, but the person turned around, pointed at his nose, and blocked him behind the door, coldly saying, "Don't follow me this morning. I don't want to see you for the time being."
Jian Yunxian stared at him with a pitiful expression, but seeing the indifferent look on the machine in front of her, she could only silently put the little cloud back on the ground.
Watching the man slam the door shut around them, Jian Yunxian stared at the door for a long time before muttering to himself, "He's angry with me..."
The little cloud looked up in confusion: "Huh?"
Jian Yunxian sighed: "Because I lied to him and said I didn't remember..."
Little Cloud: "Meow?"
"Tell the truth?" Jian Yunxian smiled helplessly, "Tell him that I really wanted to sleep with him back then?"
Little Cloud's face suddenly turned red, and she stammered, "Meow...meow?"
"I don't know, this is the first time I've encountered this situation," Jian Yunxian replied.
This was the first time he had a genuine "impulse." If he hadn't dealt with the programming error quickly and promptly, he might have woken up to an even more terrifying living hell.
His high level of self-control has always been his proudest achievement, but his almost complete loss of control last night made him look like a human being or a low-level AI.
I feel very frustrated.
"Little Cloud." Jian Yunxian rubbed her temples helplessly. "I think I really have a problem."
Author's Note:
Congratulations, Ms. Mei, on mastering the true meaning of being a person.
Chapter 60, number 060
Inside the underground parking garage, the low pressure emanating from Yi Heye was terrifying. Xiao Ming glanced at him and almost failed to start the fire twice due to the low temperature.
But he still asked, fearlessly, "Wild Baby, where's my daddy sheep...?"
Yi Heye was focused on being angry, and subconsciously asked, "Who is Daddy Sheep?"
After asking the question, he realized what he had said and then cursed fiercely, "Dead!!"
Xiao Ming couldn't tell whether the person was really dead or pretending to be dead, and was so frightened that he didn't dare to utter a sound.
As Yi Heye drove, he kept thinking about the nickname "Daddy Sheep" and couldn't help but ask, "If he's your daddy, then who am I to you?"
He was mentally prepared that if this brainless idiot dared to call himself "Mommy" or "Daddy" and pair himself with "Daddy," he would immediately drive the car to the recycling center, sell the parts, and put together a decent new car to take home.
But Xiaoming said sincerely, "Yebao, you have always been my precious treasure."
Not hearing any dangerous words, Yi Heye initially breathed a sigh of relief, but his blood pressure spiked after he realized what was happening.
"You son of a bitch!!" Yi Heye roared, "...You son of a bitch!!"
One second, Xiaoming was still feeling sad about the end of his beloved grandfather-granddaughter relationship; the next second, his obedient son kicked him hard in the butt.
Even after reaching their destination, the exhaust pipe was still trembling, filled with grief and indignation at the unfilial son.
They came to Chen Sang's training room, which was located in an unfinished shop in the underground city that hadn't been rented out. Yi Heye had heard that the area was very unsafe, but since it was in District D, he didn't pay much attention to this description that could almost be called a regional feature.
This underground city has existed since Yi Heye was born. In his childhood memories, it was built as a key construction project of the local government and was a symbol of prosperity in his childhood memories.
Not far from the central square, Yi Heye found the door he hadn't entered in almost five years and walked step by step from the ground to the underground.
Although there were still many pedestrians hurrying by, the musty smell that hit the face indicated the desolation of the place.
The layout of the basement level hasn't changed much in five years—clothing stores, restaurants, arcades…
It's just that it went from new to old, from prosperity to decline.
After all, even a low-class place like District D is developing rapidly day by day and year by year.
The dungeons are also evolving, but not in terms of content; they're expanding in size.
In the beginning, this place was just a five-story underground shopping area, about the size of a shopping plaza. But as things have changed little by little, it has been expanding rapidly in both width and depth.
Chen Sang's training room was on the eighteenth basement level. Perhaps because it symbolized "the eighteenth level of hell," the shops on this level couldn't sell even at rock-bottom prices. After being abandoned for two years, no one went there anymore except for thrill-seekers, and it eventually became a stronghold for thugs.
As instructed by Chen Sang, Yi Heye exited the elevator on the seventeenth basement level—the elevators here don't go below the eighteenth basement level, so you have to go through the fire escape on the seventeenth basement level to get there.
Before even reaching the stairwell, Yi Heye could faintly hear loud music coming from downstairs, which was quite disturbing. Fortunately, the seventeenth basement level housed some billiard bars and dance halls, which were already struggling to make ends meet, so they simply ignored the noise.
As soon as he descended from the seventeenth basement level, the musty smell that hit him made Yi Heye frown.
Upon arriving at the so-called "eighteen levels of hell," there is no longer any decoration, lighting, or any other such facilities.
The empty, unfinished house was pitch black, with no way to see where it was going, and there was a damp, rotten smell of garbage.
At the top of the stairs, the light from upstairs revealed graffiti on the walls—some overly avant-garde symbols, some obscene cartoons, and foul language full of genitalia.
Such graffiti is not uncommon in Zone D. Yi Heye glanced at it quickly and walked towards the direction from which the music was coming.
The further in you go, the darker it gets. There are absolutely no lighting facilities underground, and even Yi Heye, who has excellent night vision, has to get used to it.
He was just about to turn on his night vision goggles when he smelled a nauseating odor of alcohol.
The next second, amidst the booming music, a sound of shattering glass exploded in the chaos.
Fortunately, he reacted quickly and anticipated the impact before being hit, managing to dodge it safely.
Only after putting on the X-ray glasses did he realize that many people were lying on both sides of the corridor.
They were dressed slovenly, their bodies piled haphazardly on top of each other, some still slowly turning over, drinking their wine, others with their heads stuck under other people's buttocks, motionless, it was unclear whether they were dead.
They were surrounded by cheap liquor bottles, probably bought or stolen from the bar on the seventeenth floor—they were a bunch of drunkards rotting underground, and it seemed no different for them to be alive or dead.
As Yi Heye walked past, the group of moles, accustomed to the darkness, were curiously observing him.
Some people, still dizzy, wanted to smash bottles at him again. Then, someone slowly unzipped their pants and pointed their hand at him. Yi Heye didn't want to cause trouble, so he resisted the urge to make things worse and quickly walked over.
As he left, his thoughts wandered painfully—why, until now, have almost exclusively been driven by men? Heaven knows how many men's *height* he'd been forced to witness since childhood…
Being targeted by Jian Yunxian is bad enough, but being targeted by these things...
Wait! Being targeted by Jian Yunxian doesn't mean we can just let it go! Yi Heye realized his mind was slipping and immediately corrected himself—even if it's Jian Yunxian, it's not acceptable!!
I shook my head and quickly walked through the drunkards' corridor, and slowly the lights began to appear.
Finally, at the door of a room, he saw cheap lights shining through. As soon as Yi Heye turned around, he saw the arduous rehearsal environment.
Clearly, the "rehearsal room" was not powered. They were using their cell phones on the floor for lighting. As soon as Yi Heye arrived, everyone stopped what they were doing and shone the lights on him.
Yi Heye had a dazed feeling, as if he were being surrounded and arrested by the police in the middle of the night.
The music abruptly stopped, and Chen Sang, holding a microphone, greeted her with a smile: "Xiao Ye? Where's your boyfriend?"
Yi Heye was taken aback by his question. Thinking of everything that had happened last night and this morning, his expression immediately turned cold, and he half-seriously told the truth: "I don't have a boyfriend."
"You two had a fight?" Chen Sang asked, somewhat surprised. "No, I can tell they genuinely care about you. Why don't you talk things out?"
Yi Heye felt extremely irritated at the thought of Jian Yunxian, and fearing that he would tear the place down if they continued talking, he could only wave his hand and say, "Let's not talk about him, I came to play with you guys."
As he spoke, his gaze swept across the room.
He came here mainly to see Liu Zhi. Before coming, he had confirmed with Chen Sang that "everyone is here," and Liu Zhi shouldn't be absent.
Just as he was thinking this, he saw Liu Zhi curled up in the corner, leaning against the large speaker, motionless and looking like a stone.
Seeing Yi Heye's gaze pause, Chen Sang quickly explained, "He's not feeling well."
"Then why doesn't he go home?" Yi Heye asked. "Even in this state, he's still playing with you guys?"
Upon hearing this, Chen Sang grinned as if he had heard a joke: "Where do people like us have a home to go back to? Wherever we go, that's home."
A few years ago, when they lived in the slums, Chen Sang and Chen Mu were just like everyone else around them, with no relatives or friends and no home to return to.
Chen Sang had said that she hadn't accomplished anything in all these years, and was even worse off than before. Yi Heye thought it was a bit of an exaggeration, but he didn't expect that every word the girl spoke was true.