Chapter 4: Ying the Fatty's Battle Against Jing the Fool

Come, let's shake hands, from now on we will all be good friends—be obedient

Liu Laoliu put down Qin Shihuang and took a motorcycle taxi to leave. I always thought that those who are willing to take a motorcycle taxi should have a kind and benevolent heart, but this time I realized I was wrong. I really hate him.

I hurriedly replied: "Good society, good society."

These two adversaries have finally been temporarily subdued by me. I found another set of clothes for Qin Shi Huang to change into; after all, he is a person of experience, and as soon as he put on the clothes, he could tell that the quality was better than his own. When Jing Ke informed him that undergarments should be worn underneath, Ying Ge readily accepted the advice and also expressed his friendliness towards Jing Ke

Hadrons

With a loud crash, Qin Shi Huang rushed out, pulling up his trousers, and ran down the stairs in a frenzy. At the same time, Jing Ke emerged from the room, rubbing his eyes, with his zipper undone, and walked into the restroom with a blank stare, hands on his hips, to urinate. He sniffed and cast a dissatisfied glance at me.

Jing Ke saw me holding a square object that radiated a dazzling red light (this brick had been cleaned very well by me) and, not knowing what kind of treasure from the celestial realm it was, he despondently said, "Mind your own business..." Just as he was speaking, Qin Shi Huang had already found a bottle of body powder in the restroom and threw it out through the hole. Jing Ke let out a strange cry, threw down his dagger, and rubbed his eyes.

Then the three of us (isn't it awkward?) tidied up the warehouse at https://www.hetushu.com. I moved in a simple spring bed, temporarily serving as the presidential suite for Qin Shi Huang. Qin Shi Huang's curiosity is many times stronger than Jing Ke's; after asking a series of questions, Jing Ke answered him for me: "This is the realm of immortals; even if I told you, you wouldn't understand."

This jovial and portly figure, Qin Shi Huang, appears to be around 45 years old. He is dressed in a long robe embroidered with knife coins, and his hair is much shinier than Jing Ke's, clearly indicating that he washes it frequently. He nods and smiles at me with his hands tucked into his sleeves, suggesting that we share the same awkwardness: not knowing how to address each other

Goodness, being on such close terms with Ying Zheng makes me feel as if my face is expanding infinitely in a limited space, much like a child's bed after an accident

Qin Shi Huang was not foolish; he understood that he was not in his grand hall, and with Zhao Gao's assistance, he did not have his Luolu sword with him. At this moment, the wisdom of the emperor was evident, as he actually knew to slam the door shut and grasp the handle. However, Jing Ke could only wield his dagger, slashing horizontally and vertically, and before long, he had punctured a triangular hole in the door of my restroom. Through this hole, he could clearly see Qin Shi Huang, and he pressed one eye against it, shouting loudly: "Come out!" Yet, Jing Ke could only wield his dagger, slashing horizontally and vertically, and before long, he had punctured a triangular hole in the door of my restroom. Through this hole, he could clearly see Qin Shi Huang, and he pressed one eye against it, shouting loudly: "Come out!"

Ying Ge

I couldn't care less about https://m.hetushucom.com, and hurried downstairs to see what was going on with Qin Shi Huang. I found him staring blankly at the ceiling with his chin resting on his hand. He said to me, "When you pull that thing, all the water just flows down, and it startled me, thinking I had flooded this place." After saying that, he hurried back upstairs, darting into the bathroom, staring at the swirling yellow liquid in the toilet, utterly perplexed. He repeated, "When you pull that thing, all the water just flows down, and it startled me, thinking I had flooded this place." After saying that, he hurried back upstairs, darting into the bathroom, staring at the swirling yellow liquid in the toilet, utterly perplexed. Jing Ke probably went back to his room.

I slammed the brick onto the table and shouted, "What are you making noise about! Don't you see where this is?" Both of them shrank their heads and fell silent. I lit a cigarette and then said in a more amiable tone, "No matter who wronged whom, that is a matter of the past. What is this place, hmm? This is a place for you to enjoy life. And it's only for one year; can't you cherish it properly?" Qin Shi Huang lowered his head, while Jing Ke looked at me with red eyes. And it's only for one year; can't you cherish it properly?" Qin Shi Huang lowered his head, while Jing Ke looked at me with red eyes.

I mentioned that Jing Ke has severe astigmatism; one of his eyes is looking inward while the other seems to be spying on my movements. It was then that I realized I should do something. I pulled a brick from under the living room sofa (why is there a brick under my living room sofa?) and held it in my hand, saying sternly: "Jing, if you don't throw away that broken knife of yours, I will use this brick to smash your face!"

I am feeling very frustrated; I never expected such a clichéd scenario to happen to me. I simply shouted, "Jing Ge, Ying Ge, come over here!"

Yesterday, I taught Jing Ke how to use the toilet for urination, accumulating some experience, knowing that it suffices to tell them to put all the waste inside. I placed Ying Pangzi in front of the toilet, lowered the seat, and had him sit down properly. Without any further instruction from me, after a resounding noise, the entire restroom was filled with the stench of a thousand years of ammonia. Ying Pangzi also felt quite apologetic, repeatedly waving his hand at me.

I never imagined that Qin Shi Huang was also a cheerful and plump man

I have never thought of Qin Shi Huang as a fat man

Once again, it was the corpulent Ying who extended his hand first, demonstrating the magnanimity of a ruler. Jing Ke, feeling helpless, shook his hand.

The upstairs has finally calmed down, and I am playing with the confiscated dagger of Jing Ke. Only when I went downstairs did I realize that my deputy manager, Old Pan, was already waiting for me.

I will start a fire in your mouth from now on

I was so angry that I hurriedly put away the dagger first. Qin Shi Huang was still throwing talcum powder out in handfuls. I opened the door, grabbed him by the collar, pulled him out, and threw him onto the sofa. Then I took Jing Ke to the water basin to wash his eyes. When I was holding his hand on the way back, I felt just like a teacher in a kindergarten class. I placed Jing Ke on the opposite sofa, set down bottled water and an ashtray between them, and said earnestly: "Is there anything that can't be discussed properly? Why does it have to come to fighting and killing? It's not like it was in a past life..." At this point, I suddenly remembered that they indeed had a grudge from a past life, so I quickly changed my words and said, "Actually, you two don't have any enmity; I'm right, aren't I?"

I am not afraid of the smell; what I fear most is that he might wake Jing Ke—Jing Er Sha is in the bedroom across from the bathroom. Those who have dealt with fools may have this experience: once they are set on something, they become particularly stubborn. Yesterday, I had already put away Jing Ke's clothes, but my attempt to disarm him was met with refusal.

Later, I learned that my brother Ying was not always so low-key; it was because Liu Laoliu told him I was a deity that he acted this way. My brother Ying is actually someone who accepts his fate. At first, he deceived himself into believing he could concoct an elixir of immortality, but it is said that just as he was about to succeed, the alchemist died. Immediately afterward, Ying began to create the Terracotta Army, hoping that in the next world, he would still have little brothers to support him. Now, in his eyes, I am the ruler of another world, which is why he treats me with such courtesy. My brother Ying is actually someone who accepts his fate. At first, he deceived himself into believing he could concoct an elixir of immortality, but it is said that just as he was about to succeed, the alchemist died. Immediately afterward, Ying began to create the Terracotta Army, hoping that in the next world, he would still have little brothers to support him. Now, in his eyes, I am the ruler of another world, which is why he treats me with such courtesy

This brings to mind many things: first, I must not let them meet; second, it seems I need to prepare several sets of clothing; third, I must prepare a "presidential suite" for Qin Shi Huang. Currently, the only vacant room I have, aside from the library, is the warehouse next to Jing Ke.

The mindset determines everything; Ying Pangzi quickly became engrossed in the television. Initially, he was watching "Bai Jia Jiang Tan"'s "Interpretation of Han Fei," but I hurriedly changed the channel for him to watch "Meteor Garden"

Jing Ke and Qin Shi Huang simultaneously poked their heads out from the room and the restroom, asking, "What’s going on?" Then, almost at the same moment, they noticed each other, and with a simultaneous "Ah," they both slammed the door shut. Just as I was trying to make sense of the situation, I saw Jing Ke charging out again, brandishing a knife; it turned out he had gone to fetch it.

Unlike Jing Ke, Qin Shi Huang set aside the airs of an emperor to enjoy life. He quickly became interested in my laptop, and after he deemed me a good-natured person, he took the liberty to play with the external mouse. While playing, he exclaimed "yo yo" and looked around the screen, touching it haphazardly. Later, I learned that he thought the mouse moved because it was connected by a thin wire. After playing with the mouse for a while, he made his first request: he needed to relieve himself. Later, I learned that he thought the mouse moved because it was connected by a thin wire. After playing with the mouse for a while, he made his first request: he needed to relieve himself

Liu Laoliu patted Qin Shihuang on the shoulder and said, "You can call him Qiangzi or Brother from now on." Then he called out to me, saying, "Call him Ying Ge."

Qin Shi Huang nodded vigorously. Jing Ke, fuming with anger, said: "Then he ultimately killed me." Qin Shi Huang, unwilling to back down, replied: "Then who struck first?"