Chapter 2811 - 1745: Searching Thousands of Times Among the Crowd (2)

Chapter 2811: Chapter 1745: Searching Thousands of Times Among the Crowd (2)

Tanki Liuli remained silent, watching Jiang Chen, seemingly wanting to hear his opinion.

"Brother, I haven’t finished my homework yet, can you help me?"

See.

Family is indeed family.

Boss Jiang certainly understood the Martial Saint’s intention, but surely had to evade, evading, pretending to be serious and said, "Why don’t you ask your Sister Shurui?"

"Sister Shurui..."

The Martial Saint looked at Li Shuru, "Isn’t she an art student?"

Jiang Chen was rendered speechless.

Li Shuru chuckled embarrassedly, then pretended to be indignant, "Looking down on people, huh?"

Boss Jiang returned the gesture, saving the Martial Saint from the water and fire, "Come on, you can’t go around hitting people in the future, it’s a civilized society now, knowledge is the most powerful weapon."

As he educated, he led the Martial Saint out of the hall, climbing the stairs swiftly. Once they reached the second floor, they simultaneously took a deep breath, turned their heads, and smiled at each other.

"I’m going to wash up."

Boss Jiang thought the performance was over and was about to return to his room when he was pulled by the Martial Saint, "Brother, I actually have a question to ask you."

Oh wow.

He’s actually this diligent and eager to learn?

Although "weary from long journeys," as a brother, how could he dampen his younger brother’s enthusiasm for learning? Morally compelled, he endured his physical discomfort and followed him into the Martial Saint’s room.

"Click."

The Martial Saint furtively locked the door.

"What’s up? Physics or chemistry?"

Sometimes.

Boss Jiang can be quite serious.

The Martial Saint didn’t answer, lowered his voice, and looked at him with a peculiar gaze, "Brother, where have you been the past few days?"

"On a business trip."

Boss Jiang responded without hesitation, full of righteousness, "Any difficult problems? If not, I’m leaving."

"Brother, wait a moment."

The Martial Saint quickly walked to the desk, picked up his phone, opened the photo album, then walked over and handed it out.

Jiang Chen accepted the phone, looked down, then quickly lifted his gaze back to the Martial Saint’s face.

"Brother, is this you?"

The Martial Saint spoke slowly, his expression intriguing.

Jiang Chen didn’t answer, holding the phone, and asked, "Where did you get this?"

"Online."

"Online?"

"I know, it’s already been blocked. I bought it from someone right when it first came out, for ten bucks."

Indeed.

In Boss Jiang’s hand, the screen of the Martial Saint’s phone displayed none other than the viral airport photo countless people were searching for online.

See.

Not all are scammers.

If you pay, you may get something out of it.

"Brother, rest assured, I haven’t shown it to anyone, not even Sister Shurui. The blocking’s intensity and speed were really impressive."

The Martial Saint praised the immense divine skills.

Times have truly changed.

The Exquisite Taoist is unmatched, but is Boss Jiang a pushover?

Clearly not.

We can only say.

Their specialties are different.

"Alright, what’s the deal?"

The Martial Saint stepped back, with an indignant expression on his handsome face; you could even say he was heartbroken.

"Brother, what do you take me for? Am I the kind of person to betray my principles for profit?"

He had spent ten bucks on the photo in the comment section.

If he used it to blackmail someone, he could definitely make a fortune.

But could he do that, would he do that?

Of course not!

A gentleman acts openly, a villain secretly.

The other party had treated him with utmost kindness, arranging a family reunion for his birthday, even taking a beating from his elder sister.

Reportedly as Gold on the platform, aiding a Jade Dragon to die for the cause!

Since his fifteenth birthday, he had silently vowed: he’d live as the other’s ally, die as the other’s ghost~

"Then I’ll delete it?"

Jiang Chen seemed not to trust this boy, testing.

"Go ahead and delete."

The Martial Saint fearlessly replied.

Seeing this, someone was not in a hurry, lowered his gaze again, and scrutinized the photo.

Not to mention.

Though it was candid, the angle is nice, the composition is good, proportions are harmonious, the focus is sharp, and the lighting is just right.

The key is the photo clearly shows the male and female leads, with no blur at all. If shown to Li Shuru, she’d recognize him instantly.

"Brother, you’ve really worked hard."

Jiang Chen pinched the phone, looked up.

Indeed.

If no one is to know, one must not act.

Even if you can cover the sky with one hand, you can’t avoid gaps between your fingers.

The Martial Saint was moved, "With this, how should I repay you?"

Jiang Chen looked at him without saying a word.

The Martial Saint continued, "I know you’re doing this for me, to resolve the misunderstanding between Sister Yunxi and me. But I never thought your sacrifice would be so great. If I’d known, I would never have put you in such a difficult position..."

The more the Martial Saint spoke, the more emotional and guilty he became.

His demeanor was such that even Boss Jiang was momentarily distracted.

"Did you know what I thought when I first saw this photo?"

Clearly, Boss Jiang had just taken a fragrant foot hit, yet the Martial Saint clutched his chest instead.

"I... my heart was wrenched, the pain was unbearable. I’m thinking, if not for me, how could Brother Chen suffer such grievance, and be misunderstood by thousands of fans? How could..."

Perhaps his heart hurt too much, and he couldn’t continue speaking, the Martial Saint raised his hand, as if truly intending to slap himself.

Boss Jiang was silent for a moment.

——Searching for him among thousands.

Suddenly turning back.

That person was actually, in the dim light.

Why, in these two days, has my poetic flair been so strong?

But isn’t it just fitting?

Unexpectedly, truly unexpectedly, as he wandered among the crowd, searching high and low, the one who understood him best was right beside him, right in front of him.

With his right hand holding the phone, his left hand raised and placed on the Martial Saint’s shoulder.

"It is enough if there is one person who understands me."

Their eyes met.

At this moment, the Martial Saint was clearly no longer just a fifteen-year-old boy.

This was a social interaction between adults.

The most advanced, the most synchronized social interaction.

At the intersection of their gazes, in the air, there was the elegance of mountains and rivers meeting a kindred spirit. Boss Jiang then operated the phone with one hand, mm, deleting the photo and remembering to delete it from the recycling bin too, cutting off any possibility of recovery, then gently saying, "Come, let’s go learn."

The Martial Saint’s expression changed.

Over an hour later.

Boss Jiang finally returned to his room.

Li Shuru had already finished her shower, in dark purple pajamas, shimmering and mysterious, taking a moment to practice yoga on the yoga mat.

"Did he really ask you for tutoring?"

Upon seeing someone return, she halted her movement while halfway down.

"Mm."

"Why doesn’t he ask me? Does he really think us art students don’t take cultural courses?"

"Which of the following animals is the only one with four knees?

A: Lion

B: Tiger

C: Elephant

D: Bear"

Boss Jiang directly posed the question.

Li Shuru was momentarily stunned, then straightened up while maintaining the split position, brushing back some stray hair.

As everyone knows, in psychology, this is a sign of insecurity.

"Bear."

Li Shuru pretended to be unruffled.

"Elephant."

"..."

Boss Jiang really showed no mercy.

Li Shuru breathed slightly, "Go on."

"Listen to the question."

On the yoga mat, with a determined look in her eyes, Li Shuru slightly tilted her head.

"Xiao Ming went to see a movie on the weekend, but when he got to the cinema, he couldn’t see a single person, why?"

Boss Jiang said seriously, noticing his girlfriend wasn’t even wearing socks, possibly due to yoga practice, with her foot white and slightly red, toes straighter, toenails pristine, and without polish but still shiny...

Going off-topic.

They were talking about movies.

"Because the cinema is about to close down, no popularity."

This was easy, Li Shuru thought and gave the answer.

"Wrong."

"Because people come one by one, not half a person."

Li Shuru blushed.

Don’t misunderstand.

This was because her chest felt tight.

It was simply outrageous.

After taking a hit, everyone should feel the same.

"Continue."

Li Shuru demanded tightly.

"Xiao Ming is a professional diving athlete, but one day, he stood on the diving board and didn’t dare jump, why?"

This time Li Shuru was more cautious, her feet no longer pointed, wholly devoted to thinking.

"Because... it’s too high. If the height exceeds 20 meters, even professional athletes have a risk of death."

Li Shuru’s speech sped up, but the other’s answer came faster.

As soon as her words fell, she heard: "He doesn’t jump because there’s no water below."

"..."

Li Shuru, annoyed and embarrassed, immediately retracted her legs, climbed up, and looked around for that toy gun.

"I’ll shoot you!"