Fu Yang snorted, "How did I offend her? You didn’t say anything when she was the one being aggressive towards me."
Zhang Yu really couldn’t imagine the perfect goddess in his heart being harsh to anyone. He glanced over at Shu Wan, who was busy taking pictures of Fu Yang, "She’s even acpanied you to the ic convention, and is willing to keep taking photos for you. Such a beautiful sister is willing to cosplay as a Faceless Man, she’s so good to you."
Zhang Yu didn’t care whether Fu Yang was listening or not, he just kept talking, "Look at my mom, if she knew I skipped studying to e to a ic convention, she’d break my legs, let alone take photos for me. It’s like a dream. If my mom were as nice as your stepmom, I’d be so grateful."
Hearing Zhang Yu’s words, Fu Yang’s gaze shifted slightly. He instinctively looked towards Shu Wan.
In the next moment, Fu Yang’s gaze turned cold, and he suddenly stood up, walking briskly towards Shu Wan’s direction.
His expression was frosty, his presence manding. Despite the throngs of people, when they saw Fu Yang ing their way, they instinctively cleared a path for him.
Everyone’s eyes followed Fu Yang until he reached a corner, where he kicked a person wearing a skirt, causing the onlookers to quickly gather around.
"What’s this about? Why did you suddenly hit someone?"
Every circle has its own cliques.
As a newer who had never shown his face before, Fu Yang had taken all the spotlight as soon as he arrived, so naturally, many people were not fond of him.
Now seeing Fu Yang hit someone, the crowd didn’t bother asking why first, instead, they jumped to conclusions.
"What kind of person is this, thinking he’s the Fox King just because he cosplays as him? Picking a fight for no reason, what’s wrong with him?"
"Yeah, she’s just a young girl standing so far away, how did she provoke you?"
Amidst the crowd’s chatter, Fu Yang ignored them, his gaze icily fixed on the person lying on the ground clutching his stomach, "What young girl, he’s a man."
"So what if he’s a man? Our cosplay munity doesn’t care about gender. Do you even understand the rules? That person was just standing there in the distance, why hit him?"
"Why don’t you ask him why he was lifting someone else’s skirt?"
As soon as Fu Yang said this, the man on the ground’s face changed, "When did I lift anyone’s skirt?"
"Her." Fu Yang pointed at Shu Wan, who was still standing on the steps.
"Psht." Seeing it was a Faceless Man, those temporarily silenced burst into conversation again, "No way, you’re calling what a Faceless Man is wearing a skirt? How amusing."
Now, the man on the ground seemed to have found his backbone, standing up brazenly, and began to shout at Fu Yang, "What are you blabbering about? He’s a man, why would I lift his skirt? I’m going to sue you for slander."
Fu Yang was about to burst into laughter at the man’s arrogance. Looking at his brazen face, Fu Yang clenched his fist, ready to throw a punch.
"Don’t." At that moment, Shu Wan stepped forward, gently holding Fu Yang’s arm to stop him.
The crowd was also clearly not expecting such a pleasant voice from beneath that piece of black cloth, and they were stunned for a moment.
It wasn’t until Shu Wan took off her mask that the crowd was even more shocked.
"Holy shit, isn’t that Shu Wan?"
At that time, Shu Wan wasn’t concerned with how surprised everyone was, she stepped forward, reaching to grab the man’s smartphone.
The man’s face paled, and he quickly covered it with his hands.
"Hey, are you two bandits or what? Bullying people in broad daylight, don’t go too far," the onlookers began to accuse.
Shu Wan acted as if she hadn’t heard them, she stretched out her hand trying to pry the man’s arm open, but his eyes showed malice, and he was about to pounce back at her.
However, before Shu Wan could react, Fu Yang stepped forward, planting his foot on the man’s wrist, making him yelp in pain and let go of the phone.
Fu Yang took the opportunity to grab the phone. He looked at Shu Wan, "What do you want to see?"
"Album." Fu Yang opened the album. It was filled with secretly taken photos of girls.
Fu Yang couldn’t help but mutter under his breath, "Scum."
"The police are already on their way," Shu Wan approached, her eyes coldly fixed on the man lying on the ground, "You can go argue with the police at the station."
Sure enough, the police quickly arrived on the scene, taking away the smartphone and the man, and order was gradually restored.
"Shall we go back?" Shu Wan turned her head to look at Fu Yang, not forgetting to pliment him, "Thank you for stepping in earlier, I hadn’t even noticed."
"By the time you would’ve noticed, the day would’ve been over." Fu Yang huffed, "Let’s go."
"I took quite a few photos for you." As they walked, Shu Wan suddenly mentioned.
"What’s that got to do with me? I didn’t ask you to take them for me." Fu Yang instinctively felt as if Shu Wan was setting him up.
Sure enough, the next second, Shu Wan looked at Fu Yang with a smile brimming with intent, "Can I touch the ears you’re wearing?"
"...In your dreams." Fu Yang’s ears turned red.
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