Just as he was about to speak, a voice rang out from behind them.
“Students up ahead, hold on.”
Jian Song and his friends turned around in confusion to see three traffic police officers in uniform standing behind them, holding their mobile phones and comparing them to something.
Jian Song tilted his head, his mind slow to process the situation: “Uncle Policeman?”
The officer, who had just turned twenty two and was being called uncle by eighteen year old Jian Song, had dark lines appearing on his forehead. He cleared his throat and walked over to show them the photo on his phone.
“Take a look. Is this you in the photo?”
Jian Song looked and saw his own dashing posture as he hurdled over the railing like Liu Xiang, alongside Lu Yingchi’s foolish looking walk. He immediately knew the game was up. They had been caught after the fact.
The officer took his phone back and asked again: “Is it you lot? Hurdling over railings, crossing the street without looking at the lights, and ignoring the traffic?”
They had no intention of denying it; if you make a mistake, you have to face the consequences. They were escorted to the traffic police station, enduring a lecture the entire way.
“You kids are truly headstrong. Do you not value your lives, or are you just not afraid of death? Crossing the street without looking is one thing, but you actually had the guts to imitate Liu Xiang’s hurdles? Who do you think you are? Super Wings?”
Jian Song had been listening to the criticism with a serious, earnest expression, but the last sentence made him burst into laughter.
The officer glanced at Jian Song: “I am talking about you, young man. Your hurdling posture was quite dashing; you are a top tier Alpha, right? No matter how good your physical fitness is, you cannot just mess around like that.”
Jian Song quickly suppressed his smile and adopted a sincere attitude: “Sorry, Uncle Officer. I know I was wrong, and I will never dare to do it again.”
The officer did not speak for a long time, then muttered: “Do not call me uncle. I am not much older than you; call me brother.”
Jian Song gave him a quick look: “Okay, brother.”
The officer finally hummed in satisfaction. Upon arriving at the station, the three of them were led inside like caught chicks, held by the backs of their collars.
Jian Song put his hands together and pleaded with a bitter face: “Good brother, we already know we were wrong. Let us go back, please.”
The officer made them sit down and said: “Forget about leaving quickly. Tell me, which school and class are you from? And what is your teacher’s phone number?”
Jian Song and Jiang Qi exchanged a look, both realizing that they could not tell the truth; they had to play the victim so this kind hearted brother would let them go. Just as they opened their mouths to speak, Lu Yingchi beat them to it.
“We are students from A University. Our homeroom teacher is Liu Yan, and his phone number is 188XXXXX.”
Jian Song froze. Jiang Qi froze. In broad daylight, two people turned to stone.
The officer smiled contentedly: “Not bad, an honest and good child. Do not worry, I will not say anything improper to your teacher.”
After speaking, the officer took a thick volume of traffic regulations from the cabinet, slammed it onto the table with a thud, and said: “Come, spend the next while properly studying Chapter 4, Section 4, and memorize Articles 62 and 63 for me. I will quiz you later, and you will each write me a self reflection of no less than one thousand words.”
Jian Song and Jiang Qi felt like the sky was collapsing, while Lu Yingchi remained indifferent.
With their teacher’s number, the officer went off to make the call, leaving a furious Jian Song and Jiang Qi alone with the cool headed Lu Yingchi. As soon as the officer left, Jian Song jumped up from his chair, shouting: “Lu Yingchi! I am going to kill you!”
Fortunately, Jiang Qi intercepted him, hugging Jian Song around the waist: “Brother Jian, Brother Jian, calm down, calm down! Do not be angry over such a small person, it is not worth it! Betrayal is common in life; it is a good thing to see someone’s true colors over a small matter! A man must die, but his death can be weightier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather! Seize the day and enjoy yourself, do not let the golden chalice face the moon alone, Brother Jian!”
Jiang Qi ranted with his eyes closed, eventually not even knowing what he was saying. Jian Song was an idiot, but not that much of an idiot. He listened to the jumbled famous quotes Jiang Qi was forcing together and had a few question marks over his head. No, can these even be put together? And stop using my name as a rhyme, damn it!
Jian Song’s face darkened as he swatted away Jiang Qi’s arms: “Get lost, get lost! What kind of bird language are you speaking? I did not understand a word, and stop squeezing so hard; you are going to break my waist.”
Jiang Qi let go, watching Jian Song’s expression nervously. Seeing that Jian Song’s fire seemed to have died down, he slowly released him.
Jian Song praised him: “Hey, that is better.”
As Jiang Qi began to let out a triumphant laugh, Jian Song suddenly broke free and, like a horse unbridled, lunged toward Lu Yingchi. Jiang Qi did not even have time to react, and by the time he looked over in shock, he saw Jian Song sitting directly on Lu Yingchi’s lap. Lu Yingchi had his hands on Jian Song’s lower back, as if holding him in an embrace.
Jiang Qi could not describe this lewd and lascivious scene, and his eyes hurt just looking at it. He chose to close his eyes, muttering: “Non offensive to the eyes, non offensive to the eyes. Brother Jian is too desperate; he is truly too desperate.”
Hearing Jiang Qi, Jian Song turned to look at him: “Get lost! Do you not see I am beating someone up? What non offensive to the eyes? What trash is your dirty brain thinking of?”
Jian Song had not actually intended to hit Lu Yingchi; he just wanted to scare him. He often did this to Jiang Qi, and the cowardly Jiang Qi would usually jump up and run away immediately. But Jian Song had not expected Lu Yingchi to remain calm even when he got right up in his face. To save face, he had no choice but to go through with it.
He glared viciously at Lu Yingchi: “You brat, keep your mouth shut in the future, understand? I am the boss, and I have not even spoken yet.”
Lu Yingchi’s hand rested on Jian Song’s back, feeling the rise and fall of his body as he breathed. On his thighs were Jian Song’s buttocks, soft and fleshy, and Lu Yingchi’s breathing sped up slightly.
Actually, saying Jiang Qi had a dirty brain was inaccurate; Lu Yingchi was the one with the truly dirty brain. Jian Song’s minor movements turned into deliberate seduction in Lu Yingchi’s eyes, transforming into a pile of unhealthy, lewd thoughts.
Shaking the mental mosaics from his brain, Lu Yingchi let out a low laugh: “I understand, Brother Jian. If you do not speak, I will never open my mouth.”
Lu Yingchi’s quick admission of guilt helped Jian Song regain his dignity as a boss. He nodded in satisfaction and pushed himself up off Lu Yingchi’s chest. As he did, his hand brushed lightly against Lu Yingchi’s chest a few times.
Lu Yingchi’s expression changed instantly; he stared dangerously at Jian Song, grabbing his hand: “Brother Jian, what are you doing?”
Jian Song looked puzzled: “Nothing, just feeling it out. A grown man, how is your chest so big and so soft?”
Jian Song’s gaze wandered over Lu Yingchi’s chest, filled with envy. It was not hard to recognize that these were pectoral muscles; Lu Yingchi must have a great physique. Both were top tier Alphas, and since Lu Yingchi looked so weak, why was his body so good?
Jian Song felt a sense of imbalance in his heart; he was so jealous! No matter how he trained, he never developed prominent muscles, only a thin layer. It did not look like much, but he was actually incredibly strong.
Lu Yingchi swallowed, watching Jian Song’s innocent expression. He let go of his hand and tugged at his own clothes: “If Brother Jian wants to, I can take you to train more often.”
Jian Song had been wanting to train, but he had no one to lead him. He had hired fitness trainers before, but they would always get distracted from training him and start trying to take advantage of him.
Jian Song narcissistically thought: My charm is truly unrivaled. But he was not someone who took just anyone; he had been single for eighteen years waiting for his one true love.
What a pity.
As Jian Song’s gaze swept over Lu Yingchi, his dream of true love shattered in an instant.
Seeing Jian Song sigh for no apparent reason, Lu Yingchi asked: “What is wrong? Does Brother Jian not want to train with me?”
Jian Song shook his head: “No, no, I want to train with you. How much per session?”
Lu Yingchi laughed: “I am Brother Jian’s subordinate; helping you is my duty. What money is there to talk about?”