Beep Beep!

Translator: Cinder Translations

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"Why is your classmate's fate always so bad?" Jiang Cheng asked.

He remembered that Fatty once mentioned that his former deskmate died in a drunk driving accident, and the one who succeeded him jumped off a building two years ago after being cheated on.

He had only heard of "husband killers," but this was the first time he met someone like Fatty who seemed to have "cursed classmates."

"Doctor, don't say that," Fatty awkwardly scratched his head, sticking out an arm from the blanket, then re-tucked the blanket properly. "I still have some classmates I lost contact with, so I'm not sure what's going on with them."

Jiang Cheng thought for a moment, then solemnly said, "It's better not to contact them. If something happens, you won't be able to explain."

Fatty: "..."

After doing several sets of exercises, Jiang Cheng stood up, removed his thin shirt, rolled it up, and tossed it aside.

He was the type whose figure looked slim with clothes on and muscular without them. His streamlined muscles were well-balanced, different from the explosive strength of Western bodybuilders, and more in line with the aesthetic of Asian men.

TL/N: 🙄

Fatty stared with sneaky eyes, secretly envious.

Jiang Cheng looked at his body in the half-length mirror, he squinted slightly and then turned to the side. He raised his hand and... spanked his firm buttocks, feeling the tremor travelling through his body, he showed a mysterious smile.

TL/N: 🤐

This scene suddenly reminded Fatty of when they were in the school in the nightmare. Doctor Jiang had been lying on the bed, the glaring sunlight shining on him, he had said:

"Fatty," the doctor had squinted and asked, "Don't I look like a lazy angel?"

Fatty swallowed nervously. He thought Jiang Cheng might have some psychological issues, especially since he seemed particularly satisfied with certain parts of his body.

A few minutes later, Jiang Cheng received a phone call. Fatty noticed that Jiang Cheng seemed very excited, nodding constantly, and there was a spark in his eyes.

He rarely saw Jiang Cheng like this. Most of the time, Jiang Cheng was rebellious and aloof, so Fatty was curious about who was on the other end of the line.

So far, the only person who could tame Jiang Cheng was his boss, Lin Wan'er, the real owner of this psychology consulting room.

In front of her, Jiang Cheng showed no resistance at all. She even took the few hundred yuan he had left.

Could it be her?

While Fatty was brainstorming, Jiang Cheng hung up the phone, then, under Fatty's watchful gaze, skipped over to the desk, pulled out a key, and opened the bottom drawer.

He took out something wrapped tightly and, in front of Fatty, opened it—Fatty's eyes widened in shock.

It was... a uniform-style outfit.

Pure white, very new, resembling the white doctor's uniform Jiang Cheng usually wore, but the fabric felt much finer.

The top was relatively loose, with a waist-cinching design in the middle. Strangely, there were only two buttons along the collar.

The button edges were silver, and golden tassels on the shoulders matched the narrow trim, making it dazzling. Fatty could imagine it looking great in the dim light of a dance floor or a private room.

As Jiang Cheng fastened the two buttons, he cheerfully told Fatty, who was already stunned, "I'm going out for a bit. You stay here and look after the place. I'll probably be home late tonight."

"Beep! Beep!"

"Beep beep!"

The sharp sound of car horns echoed outside.

For some reason, Fatty felt a sense of urgency from the horn sounds.

After changing into his outfit, Jiang Cheng jogged to the door, opened it, and dashed out.

In the next moment, Fatty sprang up from the sofa and rushed to the window. Standing on tiptoe, he looked outside.

A royal blue sports car was parked in front. The sleek body exuded a raw beauty. He just so happened to see Jiang Cheng leaning against the car door, then with a swift move, he gracefully got into the passenger seat.

The golden tassels on his shoulders fluttered with the motion, and his actions were incredibly stylish.

The car was of a brand Fatty didn't recognize, and the license plate was covered with a black plate.

Besides Jiang Cheng, there were four girls in the car, including the driver. Three of them were squeezed into the back seat, chatting excitedly with Jiang Cheng, one of them even daring enough to nearly cling to him.

Then, with the roar of the engine, the royal blue sports car sped away.

Fatty stood dumbfounded by the window, the words Jiang Cheng had said earlier echoing in his mind, ringing like the sound of a bell.

"Tonight, I'm going to do something important."

"It has nothing to do with nightmares, it's my own business."

"I'm a model."

"I work night shifts at KTV... top-tier."

"The high-end group, you know? I don't go out without an appointment. It's incredibly hard for regular guests to meet me."

Fatty's mind exploded. He finally realized that everything Jiang Cheng had said was true, but no one believed it. Everyone thought he was crazy, or that it was just a disguise to shift attention.

All of them were the actual clowns.

That night, Fatty spent it in deep unease. Over the time spent with Jiang Cheng, he thought he had figured out the man's pure heart hidden beneath the exhaustion and pretense.

But reality slapped him hard in the face.

It made him see the gap between himself and Jiang Cheng.

They were not from the same world. Not even from the same dimension.

At 3:30 AM, Jiang Cheng finally dragged his tired body home. When he opened the door and saw Fatty wrapped in a blanket, sitting alone on the sofa with his head down, he froze for a moment.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" Jiang Cheng, smelling of alcohol and perfume, asked in confusion. He glanced around and continued, "I don't think any nightmare will strike tonight, the frequency won't be this high."

It seemed he had drunk quite a bit, but was still relatively clear-headed.

His face had lipstick marks, and there were some unclear stains on his collarbone.

One of his buttons was missing, and the thread was still hanging from his shirt.

It was clear he had been having fun.

With an excited expression, Jiang Cheng swaggered over to Fatty, sitting down across from him. He reached into his shirt and pulled out a thick wad of bills.

In just a few seconds, he had taken out money from various parts of his body, stacking it all together. The amount was impressive.

While counting, he chuckled uncontrollably, his eyes narrowed into slits, "Phew, good thing the supervisor wasn't strict today." He gathered the money together, looking very pleased.

(End of the Chapter)

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