MTL - Old Injury-Chapter 10

【If any beta says that he has not suffered any unfair treatment, then he must be the darling of God. 】

The third encounter with Song Bailao was on a sunset afternoon. At that time, my situation was a little embarrassing. Not only was I surrounded by a group of boring ao in a remote alley, but they also tried to take off my pants and wanted to personally identify the difference between beta, alpha, and omega.

There are mannequins of ABO three blood and six genders in the biological laboratory. They can go there to see if they want to see it. It really makes no sense for me to take off my clothes.

I would rather die than give in, I fought hard, and had a violent physical conflict with them. However, I was weak, and was quickly pressed to the ground by them with a bruised face.

Seven or eight hands were groping around me at the same time, like giant and sinister spiders, making people chill down the spine.

My struggles will only make them more interesting, scolding and begging for mercy. In the past bullying, I have summed up the experience. Don't make a sound, close your eyes, it will be over soon.

"You guys are so noisy..."

Suddenly, all the hands that were pulling my clothes stopped there.

I slowly opened my eyes, and from the gap between my legs, I saw someone walking towards this side. Just by looking at those legs, you can imagine how tall the person is.

"It's Song Bailao..." Someone exclaimed in a low voice.

It was him again, and I was a little surprised.

Song Bailao slowly approached me from the back of the crowd, I was blocked by someone, I could only hear his voice, but could not see his person.

"No one told you, is this my site?" He seemed to have just woken up, and his voice was a little hoarse in addition to the usual laziness.

The crowd was silent for a moment, and then a "representative" was elected to negotiate with the other party.

"Senior, I'm really sorry. We just borrowed your place for a while, and we'll leave soon." The man smiled flatteringly and walked towards Song Bailao.

I don't know what he did to annoy Song Bailao during the period. I only heard a muffled sound of a hard object hitting my body, accompanied by a scream, and the next second, there was another limp in my field of vision. The alpha who kept humming on the ground.

"What..." Song Bailao sounded in disgust, "Did I say you could touch me?"

Everyone was blinded by his unexpected hand, and all froze in place. If it wasn't for my embarrassment at the time, I would have wanted to applaud him.

Cowardly, he hurriedly fled the scene with his companions on his back.

After the pressure on my back disappeared, I struggled to get up from the ground, and just as I stood up, out of the corner of my eyes, I caught a glimpse of Song Bailao walking towards me sloppily.

"Thank you..." I just spit out a word, and a huge force stepped on my back, stomping me down again.

My face hit the ground, my head was stunned, and I couldn't find the north. Turning his head and glaring at Song Bailao behind him, he looked at me like he was looking at a pool of moldy rotten meat.

"Say you're not convinced, even if I have the beta gene in my body, I'm 10,000 times stronger than you." Mercy, "This is not the place for a waste like you to come, get out of here."

I scratched the ground with my fingers and felt that I should refute something, but I couldn't say a word. He was on top and I was crawling on the ground. In his eyes, I was indeed a waste.

But I'm still not convinced.

Since then, I have started to become a monk and compete with this place that Song Bailao said is not suitable for me. I tried my best to keep up with the course, study without food, to prove Song Bailao wrong and to prove that I can adapt to this place too.

Unfortunately, I still failed and ended my studies in the most embarrassing manner...

After meeting Master, I thought I could finally change my fate and stop being a "trash" in Song Bailao's eyes, but in the end, nothing changed.

The license has been revoked, which means I am no longer a baker. The dreams that I once had, those rhetorical rants, are all shattered, and I don't know what else I can do.

During that time, I was very decadent every day, and I didn’t want to go out to meet people, and I didn’t like to talk. Liang Qiuyang saw it in his eyes, worried that I would be depressed if I went on like this, and always forced me to go shopping, let me watch movies with him, and even invited me to do a live broadcast together, which solved the problem of food and clothing for me.

I have been in Amber for two years, my face has never appeared on the camera, and the live broadcast is also tepid. Relying on Liang Qiuyang's help in his live broadcast, I managed to get into the top ten of food anchors. .

I don't have much ambition and am quite satisfied with this state. But a sudden revelation a few years ago completely broke the peaceful life I wanted to maintain.

[I feel cheated, so you are such a person. 】

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[Get out of the amber! 】

[Plagiarism be damned! 】

The nightmare of two years ago seems to be repeating again, only this time it is replaced by a more straightforward cyber violence.

I wrote a short statement in my Amber space. It probably means that I did disrupt the order of the competition and turned violent towards others. The association's punishment decided that I had no complaints and accepted it completely, but I did not approve of my plagiarism accusation.

How many people saw it, I don't know. After that, I took a full two-week break. When the live broadcast resumed, the number of subscribers had dropped from 2,000 to 3,000 to more than 100. In the past two weeks while I waited for the public opinion to subside, Chang Xingze started a high-profile live broadcast on Amber as the champion of the international competition. Become a Reservoir Dog.

This is really too coincidental, from picking up my identity as a "plagiarist" to increase the topic, to Chang Xingze entering Amber as a benevolent victim, one by one time point The connection is so tight that I can feel wrong no matter how stupid I am.

I'm like this, they still don't want to let me go, they want to squeeze my last bit of use value, it's a pity to be a baker.

"And then you just let them go?"

I was startled and looked up at Song Bailao. His posture was no different from the previous one, and his expression was still the same cold and angry look, but the frown between his brows was tighter.

"I have no evidence..." The draft was also stolen by Xiang Ping, who would believe me even if I plead guilty for myself and have no evidence?

Song Bailao stared straight at me, closed his eyes for a long time, and let out a long breath from his nose.

"You're as good as ever."

Compared to this, my voice was calm: "I tried to resist, but unfortunately I failed."

Whether it's a beta, trying to make some achievements, or being framed for plagiarism...

I was forced into heat in the equipment room, wasn't that what I was doing?"

"I..." finally made a syllable, but got stuck again.

"What are you?" Song Bailao slowly restrained his smile, "Have you never done it?"

At this moment, Song Bailao overlapped with those who were clamoring for me to get out on the court, and who found me guilty from the bottom of their hearts.

Have you not done it?

I didn't.

How do you prove it?

What?

How do you prove your innocence?

But I didn't.

You must prove.

I haven't done it, why do I need to prove it?

…

"I didn't..." The words were pale and weak, and I didn't know what else to say.

At this moment, there was a commotion outside the door, and the sound of footsteps came quickly.

"Sir, the young master is sick!" Sister-in-law nine knocked on the door, but did not come in.

I haven't recovered yet, Song Bailao stood up and walked out without looking at me.

Thinking that something might have happened to Song Mo, I didn't care about anything else and went after Song Bailao.

Song Mo was taking piano lessons. According to the female teacher who taught him, he suddenly started coughing and was wheezing very badly. She didn't see well, so she went downstairs to find other people. .

The servants of the Song family knew about Song Mo's physical condition. Sister Jiu ordered someone to bring a paper bag as soon as possible, and opened the door and window. When Song Mo's cough was not so bad, she went back to Find Song Bailuo.

When we arrived, Song Mo had already been carried to the bed, his face was pale and his spirits looked poor.

Song Bailao sat beside the bed, put his palm to measure the temperature on his forehead, and asked, "Is it still uncomfortable?"

Song Mo shook his head slightly.

"Luo Mengbai has been notified, she will be here soon." Facing his sick son, Song Bailao's tone was only a little milder than usual.

Song Mo pursed her lips and pulled the quilt up to cover the area below her eyes, looking very reluctant.

I stood behind Song Bailao, probably at the end of the bed, and didn't dare to rush over without Song Bailao's greeting. Seeing Song Mo turn his eyes to me, thinking that the child needs to be appeased at this time, he hurriedly wrinkled his nose at him, showing a somewhat funny expression.

His eyes were slightly curved, like a smile.

I also laughed silently, and was about to make another face when Song Bailao suddenly looked back at me.

I froze there for a moment, and at a loss, let the five senses return to their original positions, and then moved to the side with a light cough, and stood directly at the corner of the wall.

The "Luo Mengbai" in Song Bailao's mouth arrived quickly, wearing a white lab coat and carrying a medicine box, as I thought it was a doctor.

She wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on her face, a thin dangling chain extends to the back of her neck, and the bite stop is in the style of a dust mask.

Finally, she re-covered the quilt for Song Mo, stood up and said to Song Bailao: "No big problem, spring is always easier to induce asthma. If you are worried, I will live here. One night, look again."

Song Bailao glanced at Song Mo, who couldn't keep his eyes open on the bed, nodded and said, "Excuse me." Then he looked at me again, and his attitude changed sharply, "Let Sister Nine prepare the guest room."

In a hurry, I turned around and walked out the door.

Sister-in-law Jiu was also very happy when she heard that Luo Mengbai was going to stay, and said that she felt relieved when the other party was there. Only after she said it did I know that Luo Mengbai was already an authority on the research on abo type 3 blood and c20 virus at a young age. And she is also Song Bailao's cousin, a direct descendant of the Luo family.