Chapter 1247 - 1244: Probably Just Another Fanboy!

Chapter 1247: Chapter 1244: Probably Just Another Fanboy!

"It’s you?" The boy’s voice suddenly sounded a bit shocked.

"You are..." Zi Yunsui asked in confusion, barely holding up his eyes that just wanted to shut, squinting them into slits. He was leaning slantwise against the car, looking at the little boy in front of him! What, he knows me... but then, thinking about it, it’s not surprising if he does. This familiar face of mine... wherever I go, I can’t escape the shadow of the "Asian Boxing King"! He’s most likely just another fangirl/fanboy!

"I’m Huan Ling! You don’t remember me?" The other fired off a quick barrage of words, then paused, one hand gripping Zi Yunsui’s shoulder and shaking his body, forcing him to look his way, as he kept talking, "I’m speechless! Do I really look that generic? People forget me just like that... A while back at the seaside, three boys were racing in the water, I was the one who drowned, you even saved me, don’t tell me you seriously don’t remember?"

Racing in the sea?!

Seems like... he did save a kid back then... but it can’t be this coincidental, right...

"You’re..." Zi Yunsui’s still-confused eyes showed uncertainty, but his mind suddenly cleared up a lot. What he saw was still going blurry and sharp in turns, he shook his head hard from side to side, then focused and stared. Finally, he managed to see the person in front of him clearly...

His hair was a bit long, with a few streaks of dyed blond hanging over his forehead that were pretty in-your-face. His clear-cut face still had plenty of childishness, but his features were actually handsome, all sharp angles. Suddenly the corners of his lips curled into a slight smile, his voice low and melodious, "I... I remember now, you... you’re that stubborn show-off who wants to play the hero, you little punk!"

"What little punk? I’m an adult, okay?" Huan Ling flared up, clearly hating being called a little punk! Just like he hated the way this guy, after saving him, had lectured him with a whole pile of big truths and big theories, with that holier-than-thou savior vibe!

Seeing him suddenly show up in front of him right now, Huan Ling did feel happy inside, but at the same time he hated his attitude! Without realizing it, his arms used more strength, shaking Zi Yunsui’s shoulders hard, his mouth constantly warning, "Damn! I’m not a little punk, if you dare call me that again, careful or I’ll deck you!"

My head... it hurts like hell, dizzy, so dizzy...

What the hell is this guy doing?

But my body is drunk to the point of total burnout now, I’ve got no strength left at all. I, I, I just want to sleep...

"I... I’m begging you... begging you to stop shaking me, okay?" Zi Yunsui’s tone sank low and heavy, totally lacking his usual cocky arrogance. If he ran into an enemy right now, he’d just be ready meat on the chopping board. Fortunately, fortunately, he didn’t feel that tight knot in his chest anymore, he let out a breath of relief—this kid, he’d saved him before, so he shouldn’t do anything to him... right...

Huan Ling saw Zi Yunsui’s face flush red, his eyes practically unable to open, and finally realized something was off with him. He immediately stopped his habitual movements. For him, this kind of rough shaking was routine, but for Zi Yunsui in his current state, it was way too much. What the hell, how is this guy so weak? Doesn’t look like a man at all, more like some delicate girl!

"Why... why are you here?" Zi Yunsui asked in puzzlement. His body finally got a brief moment of peace, and his head was slightly clearer. Squinting, he looked at this kid in front of him, remembering he was only seventeen, right! Ha, at that age, and still insisting he’s not a kid?

"I’m the designated driver for this car! Of course I’m here!" Huan Ling said with a perfectly straight face. Then he patted the black Mercedes-Benz that Zi Yunsui was leaning against.

I’m dizzy!

Never thought the world was this small—he’s actually the driver I hired? Since when did City C allow minors to drive?! But, given my current state, I guess I’ll just have to roll with it...

"Oh." Zi Yunsui answered, both hands pressing all over his white suit, up and down, like he was looking for something. Finally he felt something hard in the inside pocket, scooped it up, and ding ding~ a crisp clatter of car keys. The next second, he shook them in front of Huan Ling’s eyes, and said weakly, "Ling... Ling-something, take... take me home!"

Now it was Huan Ling’s turn to be stunned. He hadn’t expected that of all things, bumping into each other was way more real than agreeing to meet up. This was the textbook definition of "what are the odds." And just his luck! This car actually belonged to this guy. Looks like this guy’s doing pretty well! Might as well just follow him instead! Tagging along with that so-called Brother Kun, he couldn’t see even a shadow of hope, and half the time he was starving!

Still, the guy apparently still couldn’t remember his name!

"My name is Huan Ling, listen..." Huan Ling started loudly, but didn’t finish his sentence—uh oh, the guy’s body suddenly tilted toward the ground. Damn! Zi Yunsui’s fingers let go of the keys and they dropped straight down like free fall, but Huan Ling quickly spread out his right hand to catch that thing, and stretched out his left arm to pull up the body that was about to slump.

Huan Ling looped Zi Yunsui’s arm over his own neck, one hand gripping his forearm, the other supporting his waist. He pressed the central lock, opened the back door, and dumped the completely wasted Zi Yunsui onto the back seat.

Shit! This guy—if you can’t hold your liquor, don’t drink! His whole body reeks of booze, almost knocked me out!

But this is bad... Where the hell does this guy live? I’m dizzy! Where am I supposed to drive this car?

Thinking it over, Huan Ling climbed into the back seat as well, ready to smack this annoying guy awake, but the scene in front of him made him freeze without meaning to...

His flushed cheeks held a multicolored sheen, messy hair falling over his eyes, his whole face damp with the fumes of alcohol and glowing with a sea of red. Those curved, long lashes were like crescents, like slivers of moon; his high nose bridge carried a sense of artistic beauty; and those lips, reddened by alcohol, were constantly radiating a suffocating sensuality! His breathing was soft and steady, smooth and relaxed.

Without realizing it, Zi Yunsui had already drifted into dreamland...

This guy actually looks pretty good! Classic pretty-boy face! Don’t tell me he’s some useless kept man?

"Hey? Hey?! Wake up!!" Huan Ling shouted as he slapped his left hand, pa-pa~, from side to side on Zi Yunsui’s cheeks. But there was no reaction at all—Zi Yunsui was dead drunk at this point.

Damn! Looks like I’ll have to use the heavy-duty method!

"Son of a bitch! Pretty boy! If you don’t wake up, I’ll toss your ass out of the car!!" Huan Ling roared in outrage, completely losing his filter. This bastard had called him out to drive for him for no reason, then went and slept like a dead pig! Didn’t even give an address, and as for his name—up to now, Huan Ling still had no idea who the hell he actually was.

"You still not waking up? I’m seriously gonna get rough! Don’t blame me later!" Huan Ling finished in a burst of temper, his sharply-angled face flushed with a hint of impulsive red and rebellious fire. In one sudden motion, he prepared to toss the guy out of the car.

Huan Ling bit his lip, a wicked glint flashing in his eyes, and lightly brushed aside the strands of hair hanging over Zi Yunsui’s forehead. Seeing he still didn’t react much, just turned his head a little to the left.