Miao Yang gripped his gloves and whispered, “Mr. Qin, I do not know how to fight.”
Qin Siyan bent down and stepped into the ring. “You do not? Come up, and I will teach you.”
He said it nonchalantly, yet it was enough to make one’s heart tremble.
I think I am done for, 168, Miao Yang thought.
168: 【It is alright. He is the protagonist of this small world; there is no way he would be unreasonable or kill people without cause.】
Miao Yang felt a sense of relief, but 168 immediately added: 【At worst, you will just get a good beating. You should survive that.】
Miao Yang decided to stop talking to the system. Suddenly, he was rudely pushed toward the ring by one of Qin Siyan’s subordinates. Shi Lan stepped forward and wrapped an arm around Miao Yang’s shoulder; the subordinate backed off, no longer looking quite as vicious.
Qin Siyan stood by the ropes, looking down at the scene below. He appeared like a god looking down upon the masses, tall and majestic. Shi Lan pushed Miao Yang forward and whispered in his ear, “What are you afraid of? Do you think the Master will eat you? If he says he will teach you, he really means it. Just be obedient.”
Miao Yang blinked. He was dressed in cool, minimalist clothing—a light blue shirt and athletic shorts, revealing a pair of slender, snow-white calves. He climbed onto the ring timidly, standing before Qin Siyan. The visual contrast was stark.
Miao Yang could not help but plead, “Master, please do not beat me to death.”
Qin Siyan laughed. “Am I some monster or a serial killer? Do I just beat people to death whenever I feel like it?”
Miao Yang immediately offered a sycophantic smile. “Oh, it is just that you are so powerful, Master. With my meager skills, I would definitely be knocked out in one hit.”
Qin Siyan took a step closer. Miao Yang did not dare to move, staring at the man with wide eyes. His gloved hands tightened involuntarily. Qin Siyan studied his reaction calmly. “What did you do before this?”
The man’s hand gripped Miao Yang’s arm, moving slowly down as if feeling for bone structure. Miao Yang felt a strange sensation crawling over his skin. “I mostly handled chores like serving tea and pouring water.”
Qin Siyan kicked Miao Yang’s calf. “Do not be so tense. Relax, and I will teach you.”
Qin Siyan spoke with composure, truly acting like a good coach as he taught Miao Yang how to hold his hands, throw a punch, and lift his leg. Miao Yang knew a little, but not much. Qin Siyan was so gentle that Miao Yang felt himself drifting, and in his dazed state, he blurted out, “Master, should we keep fighting?”
As soon as he said it, he wanted to slap his own mouth. Why must you be so talkative?
Qin Siyan looked at his clothes. “Take your shirt off.”
Miao Yang was stunned. “Ah?” He must think the clothes were getting in the way. He obeyed quickly, stripping off his shirt and tossing it onto a stool beneath the ring post. He revealed an upper body that was broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted. While his frame was somewhat thin, it was not emaciated; he had muscles, though they were too youthful to hold much real power. Compared to Qin Siyan, he looked like a scrawny weakling.
Just as Miao Yang raised his hands to stretch, Qin Siyan threw a punch.
Bang! Miao Yang fell to the floor.
Shi Lan and Qin Siyan’s personal assistant looked on in silence. Even Qin Siyan paused. Miao Yang only felt the gust of the punch before he hit the deck, wailing, “I lose, ouch, I lose!”
Qin Siyan retracted his fist quickly, hands on his hips. His muscles bulged like a volcano about to erupt, full of violent, surging power. Miao Yang dared not actually fight the man; he would likely spend the rest of his life in a hospital bed, if the Qin family was even willing to support a cripple.
Miao Yang lay flat on his back, rolling over to hug Qin Siyan’s slender, sturdy calf. “Master, I lose. How could I dare fight you? That would be overestimating my own strength.” He gripped the leg tightly, terrified the man might kick him.
Qin Siyan looked down at the boy on the ground. He was soft-skinned and quite good at rolling around shamelessly. Such behavior did not particularly please him. “I said I would not kill you. What are you afraid of?”
Qin Siyan spoke elegantly, but his brow was cold, his eyes firm and deep. His gentleness felt like a superior looking down at an ant. There was no true warmth in his gaze. Miao Yang looked up at the towering, powerful man. Sigh, staying alive is hard.
He flattered him, “But I cannot fight against my superior. You are the person I respect the most.”
Qin Siyan found it amusing. He crouched down and grabbed Miao Yang’s chin. “Oh? In that case, Ah Xu, tie him up and use him as my human punching bag.”
Ah Xu was his personal bodyguard and assistant. Miao Yang was dumbfounded. “Ah, wait, wait!” He sat up quickly and hugged Qin Siyan’s muscular arm. “Big Brother, Master, Sir—I am so thin, I will not survive a single punch, and my blood will only dirty your hands.”
Seeing Ah Xu approach, he frantically clung to the man’s arm, pressing his chest against the man’s solid muscle. Damn it. This bastard has no humanity. 168, what did you say? Did you not tell me I would be safe?
168, annoyed by his shouting, had locked itself in the black room. Good luck to you.
Qin Siyan’s brow furrowed slightly. The soft, delicate sensation pressed against his arm caused him to hesitate, preventing him from shaking the unruly person off. His gaze dropped, landing on the boy’s fair, smooth skin.
He was not supposed to care, but the boy’s behavior was too bold. Qin Siyan’s gaze darkened; the touch made his muscles tense, heating up. The man grew impatient, his aura turning heavy and violent.
Shi Lan jumped into the ring and, as Ah Xu tried to pull Miao Yang away, said apologetically, “Master, I have not finished playing with him yet. Could you let him go this once?”
Qin Siyan pulled the snot-nosed, teary-eyed Miao Yang up, his arm hooked around the boy’s narrow, soft waist. Feeling a texture he had never experienced before sliding against his skin, Qin Siyan maintained his expressionless facade and tossed the boy to Shi Lan.
Shi Lan caught Miao Yang, who was whimpering while secretly peering out with shrewd, sparkling eyes. Qin Siyan looked at them with disgust. “Take him away. I do not want to see him again.”
Shi Lan nodded. “Yes, Master. I will lock him up and keep him for myself.”
Miao Yang’s face filled with panic as he looked at Shi Lan. Shi Lan ignored his performance, wrapped an arm around his waist, carried him off the ring, and eventually slung him over his shoulder to leave the training hall.
Qin Siyan continued to spar. His every punch seemed to split the air, fierce and relentless. When he finally stopped, his right hand was red from the force. His arm was coiled with veins and rock-hard muscle; his physique surpassed all the bodyguards currently training in the room. Not just his physique—his fighting skill was unfathomable.
He exercised for nearly fifty minutes until his chest was slick with sweat. His right arm, however, felt a strange, lingering tingling sensation. The delicate touch remained imprinted on his mind. It was a sea of white and a hint of pink. It was a bizarre contact.
It was not a question of whether he liked it or not; it was simply that the desire rose within him like heavy, ragged breathing—rapid and intense. Feeling a fire burn within him, Qin Siyan suddenly lashed out with a kick. Bang! The freestanding punching bag collapsed and fell apart.
The people nearby instantly became incredibly cautious.