I, a Mental Patient, Was Chosen to Participate in AnalogHorror-Chapter 506 - 472: The World Is Not Worth It

Jiang Xiao quietly observed the young man holding a big pile of snacks, thinking to himself that the salesperson must possess no small amount of charisma.

If he didn’t want to violate any rules, he only needed to buy what she was selling.

But this young man clearly took a liking to her, which is why he bought so much in one go.

There, after making his purchase, he was attempting to keep her from leaving by striking up a conversation.

Seemingly accustomed to such situations, the salesperson didn’t engage with him and instead wheeled her cart directly over to where Jiang Xiao was sitting.

A smug look flashed in the young man’s eyes; he could almost foresee the awkward scene that would unfold for Jiang Xiao next.

In his view, this guy—who couldn’t even afford a train ticket—had only two options when faced with this situation:

Either buy something or be dragged away by security.

Obviously, someone who couldn’t afford a ticket would most likely not be able to afford these exorbitantly priced snacks.

Jiang Xiao, however, paid no mind to the young man’s mockery. His gaze remained calmly fixed on the salesperson.

The scales in his mind wavered between two choices—

To directly refuse the salesperson and then give her a tough time.

Or to use this opportunity to wait for the salesperson to call security over, and deal with that annoying group of guards as well.

His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of his seat as if he was seriously contemplating something.

Just then, the body of the salesperson stiffened, and her eyes betrayed a hint of shock and dismay.

That look was as if she recognized something familiar in Jiang Xiao’s face, yet it seemed unbelievable to her.

Her lips moved slightly but no sound came out.

The other passengers began whispering among themselves, curious why the salesperson who had been friendly and even called security to strong-arm a sale was having such a strong reaction to a regular passenger.

The young man’s smile gradually stiffened as well; he too couldn’t understand why the salesperson was displaying such an expression towards Jiang Xiao.

Finally, Jiang Xiao spoke, his voice calm and deep.

"Do you know me?"

The salesperson seemed to snap out of it at his question and quickly regained her professional smile, but the surprise and confusion still lingered deep in her eyes.

"No, no, sir, you just look very familiar to me," she said, her voice trembling, clearly not as calm inside as she appeared on the surface.

Jiang Xiao didn’t press further. He knew the salesperson must have her difficulties. He gently shook his head.

"No need, I don’t want anything."

The salesperson glanced at Jiang Xiao, didn’t make a move, and simply said in a low voice.

"Alright then, if you need anything, feel free to call for me or find me in carriage b7."

With that, she pushed her cart and continued on, leaving behind a confused young man and some murmurs.

Jiang Xiao leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes.

This salesperson was obviously hinting at meeting him privately, even giving him her location.

"But that’s normal."

"Rule Two: If your charisma isn’t very high, then when facing the train salesperson’s pitch, you’d better buy something."

"In plain terms, it means my charisma is high, and the salesperson, infatuated like a nymphomaniac, has fallen head over heels for me and can’t extricate herself."

No sooner had he said this than the young man couldn’t contain himself, declaring he wanted to take Jiang Xiao to the restroom for a one-on-one confrontation!

Again?

Jiang Xiao opened his eyes impatiently and cast a glance at the man.

"Fine, since you’re so persistent, let’s go. I’ll help you loosen up."

In truth, he wasn’t too keen on getting physical with this young man, since, after all, he had stolen the man’s train ticket.

But it also wasn’t right for this guy to keep whining and insisting on teaching him a lesson, right?

Jiang Xiao’s stride was steady as he followed the young man one after the other into the narrow bathroom.

The man’s eyes were full of provocation and disdain, as if he had already foreseen Jiang Xiao’s downfall.

However, five minutes later, when the bathroom door opened again, it was Jiang Xiao who walked out as calm as ever.

The young man, on the other hand, looked like a soulless puppet, pale-faced and legs trembling.

In just five minutes, the young man had learned what’s called "beneath contempt."

Let’s put it this way.

When they had first entered the bathroom, the person before them must have had a bad case of diarrhea, and hadn’t flushed.

Jiang Xiao didn’t flush either.

But now, the bathroom was spotless, clean as if it had been meticulously licked seven or eight times.

Jiang Xiao didn’t even look back, just casually wiped his hands, as if he had just done something utterly insignificant.

The young man, with tears in his eyes, pulled out his BB machine.

Oh?

Jiang Xiao raised an eyebrow, though he considered it junk, but in the era of green-skin trains, this gadget was not something one could afford without some real capability.

No wonder he could buy so many expensive snacks, turns out he came from money.

"Hello?"

The other side answered the BB machine, and the young man, wiping his tears again, began to complain in a sobbing voice.

"Hello? Dad! Waaaaah... I’ve been played by a man! Right here on the train!"

There was immediate silence on the other end.

Clearly, they hadn’t recovered from such shocking news.

Soon, an angry middle-aged man’s voice came through the BB machine.

"Who! In broad daylight! How dare someone do such a beastly thing to you, where’s the security? Are the train’s security officers just for show?"

"Did... did you bleed?"

Uh...

The young man shook his head, indicating he hadn’t bled.

His dad breathed a sigh of relief but was still somewhat anxious.

"Then it’s most likely not a fissure, but just to be safe, get off at the nearest station, take a cab to the closest hospital, and have a thorough examination at the proctology department, your mom and I are on our way."

The young man: ...

It took him a moment to realize he hadn’t been clear.

"Dad! What are you thinking? Some guy cancelled my ticket, and I tried to fight him alone, then he... he tricked me by playing weak."

What followed was an in-depth father-son conversation, to which Jiang Xiao had no interest. He leisurely returned to the carriage.

The surrounding passengers cast awe-filled glances at his composed figure.

After all, the young man had even handled the fierce-looking bald guy, but now was no match for this somewhat foolish-looking man.

Ignoring the surprise and awe from the crowd,

Jiang Xiao decided to stand up and stretch his legs, and upon reflection, the salesperson also gave him a familiar feeling.

Plus, staying here might mean never completing his mission; he needed to take action.

Actually, the only one who could stay seated for so long was Jiang Xiao.

Most of the chosen ones, like Sanyou Youcai, had already started moving.

But Jiang Xiao wouldn’t wander aimlessly like a headless fly; he intended to visit carriage B7.

To have a deep conversation with that salesperson with the impressive build.