Where has the spirit of your ancestors gone, those with iron mouths whose argunts could carry on through three generations?
I’m now ranked 50th on Douyin’s trending list, any suggestions from you guys?
After scrolling through the comnts for ages, Zhang Beixing couldn’t find a single useful suggestion and was sowhat puzzled.
Just as he was pondering how to stimulate these lazy netizens to give him so suggestions, several comnts, completely opposite in tone to the rest of the comnt section, caught his eye.
Chris Loves Great Xia: "So this is the video you guys have been raving about for to watch, huh, boring. Don’t waste my ti, please. I can tell it’s just a video with Special Effects; it doesn’t intrigue at all!"
Chris Loves Great Xia: "Honestly, I alone could take on three of these guys, no problem. Instead of wasting ti on aningless videos like these, you might as well check out my videos. My boxing gym is opening soon at Gakanda XXX Road XXX, where I will teach my unique boxing techniques. Once you learn them, taking on three of them would be no issue."
Chris Loves Great Xia: "However, since you all tagged and I’ve seen it, I don’t mind fulfilling my fans’ wishes and exposing this pathetic lie. Dare you face in a True Man’s challenge? Oh, but it’s okay if you’re too afraid—you’re much wiser than those so-called martial artists."
Reading these comnts, Zhang Beixing frowned.
Chris Loves Great Xia... Who the hell is this guy? Just so black dog trying to ss with ?
Staring at the dark, repulsive face on his phone screen, Zhang Beixing’s frown deepened. He cursed his bad luck internally, then without hesitation, deleted the comnt and blocked the user to avoid polluting his eyes and the comnt section further.
I didn’t check the almanac before going online today—I’ve stepped right into dog shit!
He had to spit three tis just to dispel the bad luck.
It was then that Zheng Jituo heard what Zhang Beixing said.
Raising an eyebrow, Zheng Jituo asked, "Chris Loves Great Xia? Isn’t he that black dog who goes around exposing fakes and challenging dojos under the guise of loving Great Xia? Lao Zhang, why did you suddenly ntion him?"
"Because this moron showed up in my comnts section and took a dump there," Zhang Beixing said with a disgusted face, then looked at Zheng Jituo. "You seed to know a lot about him from what you just said. Do you know this person?"
"Sort of," Zheng Jituo nodded. "This Chris has been quite popular on Douyin recently. He was a forr WBA champion. A few months after retiring, he opened a Martial Arts school in Great Xia. He went around exposing fakes, claiming to help Great Xia filter out the incompetents. But in reality, he’s just stepping on Great Xia Martial Arts to boost his own fa!"
"Fucking disgusting. But how does this bastard even understand idioms?" Zhang Beixing asked, his frown so deep it looked like he could kill flies with it.
"That’s the most disgusting part about him. Those so-called trainers in his gym are either more ’black dogs’ like him, so Jap bastards, or Korean thugs. When he goes around challenging dojos, he drags those pricks along with him. If he encounters tough opponents, they fight in shifts. What’s worse, there’s a bunch of dicks online kissing his ass, and a horde of won are fighting to be his companions. I checked it out a while back, and my blood pressure nearly shot through the roof!"
Hearing this, even Zheng Jituo couldn’t help getting angry. He wasn’t just pissed at Chris’s arrogant antics, but also at those spineless fools who had knelt for so long they’d lost their backbones!
If he felt this way, imagine how Zhang Beixing, a martial artist who inherently looked down on these people, felt!
Sure enough, after hearing Zheng Jituo’s explanation, Zhang Beixing’s face darkened.
"A re farming tool, and a couple of Barbarians, yet they dare to be so arrogant."
"They fucking deserve to die! Fuck, I blocked them too soon. Had I known they were such disgusting creatures, I should have cursed them out to vent my anger," Zhang Beixing cursed.
Zheng Jituo shook his head. "Don’t bother; that’s exactly what they want. They leech off whoever has traffic. That’s probably why they targeted you. The more you argue with them, the more energized they get, and in the end, you’ll just get dragged through the mud. It’s not necessary. Alright, alright, let’s not talk about these unlucky bastards anymore. Co on, let’s go fishing and change the mood."
"You’ve got a point there. Fuck, Jituo, do you think Lincoln freed the slaves back then because he couldn’t afford to buy them?"
"Possibly!"
"..."
Amidst their conversation, Zhang Beixing and Zheng Jituo spent the morning struggling in the creek. Finally, at noon, they enjoyed a delicious al of stewed fish.
In the afternoon, Lin Siqi woke up, and Zhang Beixing joined her for a stroll through the mountains.
「The next day.」
July 17th, Monday.
After spending three days on West Yin Mountain, the classmates were all tired and suggested heading ho. Zhang Beixing figured he had nothing more to do at West Yin Mountain since his training was complete, so he went back with Lin Siqi and the others.
Then...
Standing at the front door of his old ho, staring at the still tightly closed gate, Zhang Beixing fell into thought once again!
Wait, his parents and grandparents... are they sure they weren’t trafficked to Northern Myanmar?
How co they went to Sanya for a wedding and have stayed there for half a month without coming back?!
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