The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 173 - : 173: Jiang Zhi goes to pick up the drunk cutie (second update)
Chapter 173: 173: Jiang Zhi goes to pick up the drunk cutie (second update)
“She’s singing to the traffic police on the road, and no matter how much I pull her, she won’t leave.”
Singing?
Singing to the traffic cop?!
“Is she drunk?”
Fang Lixiang hazarded a guess, “She looks like she drank too much.” But then she got confused, “But we didn’t drink any alcohol.” They just went out for a meal.
It must be some dish that had eggs in it.
Jiang Zhi didn’t explain, “Just keep her there, don’t let her move, and send me the address.”
“Okay.”
“Don’t let her go near any trees.” Last time Zhou Xufang ate eggs, she uprooted a tree. When he was there it was fine, but he was afraid someone might notice something odd about her when he wasn’t.
The bewildered Fang Lixiang: “?”
Why can’t she go near trees?
“Oh.” She didn’t ask.
Jiang Zhi placed his phone on the table and got up from his seat.
Qiao Nanchu asked, “The banquet is about to start, where are you going?”
“I’m going to pick up Zhou Xufang, she drank too much.”
Jiang Zhi first went to Old Lady Jiang to say hello and mentioned feeling unwell. The old lady asked him a few concerned questions, which he answered before leaving.
Speaking of Xue Baoyi, when Jiang Zhi returned the phone to him, the call wasn’t disconnected yet. He let the phone sit on the table for a while before picking it up and putting it to his ear: “Fang Lixiang, you—”
On the other end: “Beep, beep, beep, beep…”
The call had been disconnected.
Xue Baoyi: “…”
Aside from Jiang Zhi and his father, it was the first time someone had hung up on his Young Master.
Did they think he had no temper?
He dialed directly back: “Try hanging up my call again.”
On the other end, the employee Fang startled by the boss’s personal call quickly explained, “I was just too quick, it wasn’t intentional.” It really wasn’t.
Xue Baoyi didn’t believe it: “That’s quite the coincidence then.”
Whatever you say.
She just stayed silent.
But she stayed silent for quite a while, and the boss didn’t speak either. It felt like when she was playing chicken games and heard a noise, not knowing where the enemy was hiding, which made her a bit uneasy.
After waiting a bit longer: “Boss, if there’s nothing else, I’m going to hang up—”
“Who said there’s nothing else?” He spoke nonchalantly, with a tone that teased.
This deserving-of-a-beating attitude, he sounded exactly like a gang leader who collected protection money at the street corner.
Fang Lixiang was just like a street vendor: “Then, what would you like me to do?”
Gangster Xue: “Sing a song for me.”
“…”
Who spoiled this guy?!
Fang Lixiang suppressed the urge to hit someone, “Are you lonely or something?” She suspected he was trying to seduce her.
He kept up his nonchalant demeanor, clearly not behaving, “Who’s lonely?” He sat there with his leg propped up, not acting properly, touched his chin, and then found a sound reason, “Sing a song, let me hear your voice. If it’s good, the company might consider letting you work in film, TV, and music.”
Boss.
That attitude, totally like a golden daddy!
Suddenly, Fang Lixiang felt his figure seemed tall and majestic: “What would you like to hear? I’ll sing anything I know.”
Xue Baoyi, with legs crossed, tossed peanuts into his mouth, leisurely said, “As you wish.”
Just then, Zhou Xufang squatted in front of the young police officer, singing joyfully, “Everyone’s face breaks into a smile, ha ha ha ha, everyone’s face breaks into a smile…”
This song, got to say, was quite catchy. Fang Lixiang hadn’t even realized what was happening and found herself singing along, “Big sister, come quickly, little brother, don’t hide away. Hand in hand, let’s sing together, our lives are so joyful, ha ha ha ha, our lives are so joyful…”
A peanut hit Xue Baoyi’s face: “…”
The tune meandered back and forth, sounding like a husky.
For some reason, it was vivid, quite husky-like, a flurry of goofy charm that hit him hard.
Xue Baoyi moved the phone slightly away: “That’s enough.” The cursed tune kept looping in his head.
Fang Lixiang wasn’t done singing yet, as Zhou Xufang was starting the next verse, and she also wanted to continue with ‘ha ha ha ha’: “There’s another part, though.”
Xue Baoyi took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, “That’s enough.”
Fang Lixiang felt that the previous part hadn’t showcased her full vocal abilities, and she was very eager. “How was that? Should I sing another one for you?”
After finishing the peanuts and moving on to a plate of fried broad beans, which he crunched noisily, Xue Baoyi suggested, “You better stick to acting.”
Fang Lixiang, who really wanted to be a singer, said, “…”
It hurts.
She immediately lost her energy, “Then I’m hanging up.”
Xue Baoyi’s tone was a bit punch-worthy, “Don’t be too sad. No one is perfect. Although I am handsome and dashing, I suck at playing games and mahjong.”
Hearing this, Fang Lixiang sincerely replied, “Then don’t be too down, even losers have their spring.”
Xue Loser: “…”
He angrily threw a broad bean—
It hit Qiao Nanchu right on the nose, making a sound.
Qiao Nanchu calmly took a tissue and wiped his nose, “If you’re itching for a fight, just say so.”
Xue Baoyi hung up the phone, “So losers don’t deserve to eat broad beans?”
Qiao Nanchu: “…” He wanted to hit him, but suddenly he just couldn’t.
At nine o’clock, neon lights were everywhere on the streets.
On the top of a building at the left of the intersection, there was a massive LED screen displaying ads. Beneath it sat a man, gazing up at the screen, his head swaying.
“Are you 017?”
Zhou Xufang was heavily drunk, her eyes foggy.
She tilted her head, focusing on the person on the screen, “Your face has gotten so much bigger.”
Fang Lixiang squatted beside her and also glanced at it.
That’s the national heartthrob Xiao Yusheng.
Zhou Xufang continued to mutter, “Are you 017? Are you, are you?” She waved at the screen, “I’m 011.”
017? 011?
Fang Lixiang thought Zhou Xufang might have been reading some spy novel lately.
Drunken and bleary-eyed, 011 batted her eyes, “017, don’t run away. If you don’t listen, they will hit you.” She spoke to the 017 on the screen, “Let’s not run. We’ll just take our medicine, lots and lots of it, and once we’re powerful, we’ll run away together.”
As she spoke, 011’s eyes reddened, on the verge of tears.
She looked up at the stars for a while before forcing back her tears and then continued to watch the screen, tilting her head, “Hmm?”
The electronic display had switched from a phone advertisement to Xiehe Hospital, where a handsome young man turned into a balding middle-aged man, reciting, “For infertility, come to Xiehe.”
Zhou Xufang stood up, wobbling, “017, where did you go?”
“017.”
017 was gone, no one heard her.
Zhou Xufang was disappointed; she felt like jumping up and smashing the bald man’s head.
But that won’t do; Jiang Zhi had said not to run, jump, or get angry outside.
Fang Lixiang, worried she might fall, went to support her, but she pushed him away and staggered over to the traffic booth, squatting down, “Traffic cop, young man.”
The young traffic cop had just swapped shifts. It was now his break, and he was young and shy, blushing as he uttered, “Hmm.”
Zhou Xufang squatted on the ground, lining up with the boulder block used to stop cars, gazing up, shaking her head as she admired the traffic cop’s uniform, “Your outfit is really nice.”
She was tipsy and slightly slurred her words.
The traffic cop blushed even more from the compliment.
Her mask was long gone; her face was flushed, her eyes watery, and as she sweetly praised the traffic cop’s uniform, she said, “It’s yellow and shiny, very pretty.”
The young traffic cop adjusted his duty uniform.
Zhou Xufang’s expression was so sincere, “Young man, can you sell me that outfit?”
The young cop felt awkward.
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Her face in the hoodie looked clean; when she wasn’t smiling, she looked heroic, and when she did, her bright eyes and white teeth were especially attractive. She said, “I want to buy it for my boyfriend to wear.” Mentioning her boyfriend made her happy and proud, “He’s handsome, and wearing this yellow outfit, he would look even better.”
He has a girlfriend.
The young traffic cop felt a bit disappointed, “This outfit isn’t for sale.”
Zhou Xufang’s confused expression, “Even if I offer a lot of money, you can’t sell it?”
The young cop shook his head, “This is a uniform.” He couldn’t sell it, and even if he did, ordinary people couldn’t wear it.
But Zhou Xufang, groggy from the eggs, mumbled, “Can I work for you then sell it?”
The young cop: “…”
Whose darling is this, come claim her soon.
Otherwise, he’d steal!
Zhou Xiaoke’ai felt regretful, “Can’t, huh?” She sighed deeply, “My boyfriend is so unfortunate, can’t even wear pretty clothes.”
Having failed to buy the ‘pretty’ clothes, she sulked for a while, then resumed singing, “On day twenty-nine, not lifting a hand to beckon, day twenty-seven of the third ninth, a cold gust past the hedge, day thirty-six of the fourth ninth, sleeping in the night as if drenched in dew, day forty-five of the fifth ninth, the poor dancing in the streets, day fifty-four of the sixth ninth, tender spikes poke through the fence…”
The wind behind her carried a voice, “Zhou Xufang.”
Zhou Xufang squatted on the ground, blankly turned her head, then flashed a huge smile, “Jiang Zhi.”
