Chapter 3: One of the Thousand Kills

"By the way, what is your number?" Wang Chun casually asked as he saw the girl walk to the door; he did not mind having one more partner to hone his skills with.

Hehe, I know you must be quite pleased to have taken advantage of this ignorant girl. However, in your lifetime, this is all you can achieve—getting women drunk to take them to bed. I wish you endless heartbreaks from your girlfriends, goodbye

You... you... you are strong | You have wronged me... I... I will call the police..." The girl looked at Wang Chun, who was naked, and said through gritted teeth, furious and exasperated.

Have you read the works of Shakespeare and Nietzsche? Have you seen "A Global History" and "A Brief History of Time"? Are you familiar with "One Hundred Years of Solitude"?

"No... no... not like..." The girl opened her eyes, staring at Wang Chun's face, which was covered in a thick beard. Under the influence of alcohol, this face surprisingly appeared to be full of righteousness

"Wang Chuan." Suddenly, a deep voice sounded without warning

Staring at the door, Wang Chun fell into a daze. The girl's words pierced his heart like a sharp sword, and what was most debilitating was that his headache had flared up again

"If you are beautiful, can I pursue you?" Wang Chunsong shrugged, pointed to his security uniform, and said with a self-deprecating expression

Whether it is traveling back to the Qin Dynasty or returning to a previous life trajectory, Wang Chun would not choose his current life, because when the headache strikes, it truly feels worse than death

You are afraid! Wang Chuan laughed heartily

Grandma, could it be that after the headache, I have also developed auditory hallucinations

"Yesterday, it was you who harassed me." Wang Chun's face once again displayed his usual lewd smile

Wang Chun has only two friends, one is a quiet outsider, and the other is Shi Xiaobao

Let us go. Wang Chun wrapped one arm around the girl's slender waist, and a fleeting, lewd smile appeared on his face

Do you really think I am ugly and * a * book? The girl, seeing Wang Chun's serious expression, couldn't help but be taken aback, clearly unaware that her originally exquisite makeup was now a complete mess

There are several thousand pieces. Wang Chun was taken aback, his face revealing a look of panic

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With just over ten minutes left before work, Wang Chun slowly made his way to the Greek Mythology KTV, passing by many storefronts. As he walked by the "3D Modeling" shop, Wang Chun instinctively glanced inside through the glass door.

The two of them each had a cup, drinking merrily, when the girl discovered that although the security guard spoke in a coarse manner, he was also quite amusing, causing her to laugh uncontrollably. The wine was poured into her stomach cup by cup, and she remained completely unaware.

A wave of headache surged over Wang Chun, who quickly closed the door, leaned against it, and took deep breaths repeatedly to calm his emotions and alleviate the pain.

"Rape?" Wang Chun seemed to be pricked by a needle, his bare body suddenly springing up like a spring. "Hey, are you bullying me because I'm illiterate and don't understand the law? I still want to sue you for rape! Damn it, you took off your own clothes; it wasn't me who initiated it. In fact, my body is covered in scars from your grasping. ... No, I have to call the police, I have to report you for raping this young master! ... Damn it, you took off your own clothes; it wasn't me who initiated it. In fact, my body is covered in scars from your grasping. ... No, I have to call the police, I have to report you for raping this young master! ... Huh? ... Where's my phone? ... Oh... I remember, I smashed it... Where's your phone?"

Wen Jing is the chief hairstylist specializing in 3D modeling. Although he is an outsider, his exquisite skills and elegant demeanor have earned him a high status among hairstylists. Moreover, his fees are extremely expensive; a simple hairstyle can easily cost several thousand.

"He fell." Wang Chun did not go in; he disliked the smell inside the hair salon

Wang Chun observed a group of women crowding around the handsome man as he was about to leave, but they were stopped by the DJ and the young master who insisted on settling the bill. As a result, Ying and Tushuzi exchanged a few words, after which the DJ and the young master shook their heads. Ying turned back and shot a fierce glare at Wang Chun, and then the group of people surrounded the wealthy second-generation heir and headed to the bar to pay the bill.

A tall and slender young man is wearing a snow-white short-sleeved shirt, a pair of sky-blue jeans, and sky-blue casual shoes, giving off a clean and fresh appearance. He has a very feminine name—Wenjing

... ...

Do you have a car? Seeing Wang Chun's nervous expression, as if he were afraid she would ask him to lend her money, a hint of disdain appeared on the girl's face

The sky brightened significantly, and the intense sunlight streamed through the window, falling upon the girl's flawless, snow-white figure.

Just remember this, by the way, don't blame me for not reminding you, when you come to find me, please shave your beard, your only asset left now is that face of yours

"Don't think you can take advantage of me..." Although the girl was already drunkenly leaning on Wang Chun's shoulder, she still retained a hint of feminine vigilance

Wen Jing has many peculiarities; in addition to having a cleanliness obsession, she also has a rather indifferent attitude towards wealth. Although she holds the title of Chief Hairstylist, she rarely works with her own hands. It is only when she runs out of money that she will take action. However, it seems that the foolish women of City C are particularly fond of this approach; the more ostentatious she is, the more they rush to have their hair done by her. It is said that the number of ignorant women who have made appointments for her services has already exceeded two hundred

Grandma, if you want that foolish brother to pay for picking up girls, there's no way!

Oh. Wang Chun is living a repetitive life for 60 days, knowing why Shi Xiaobao wants to find it, and thus is too lazy to ask further.

The door is closed

Wang Chun and Wen Jing Shi Xiaobao rarely meet, as their schedules are different. They only occasionally have a late-night meal together, share insights on dating, vent their frustrations, and then return home to sleep.

Let's have a late-night snack together

The girl felt a hand gripping her ample bosom, and as she suddenly opened her eyes, she saw Wang Chun's face, which was covered in a thick beard.

Thinking about how that slick and pretentious guy would have to spend a fortune, Wang Chun felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction. Now, he had to take advantage of the moment when Yingzi and the others were settling the bill to take this drunken girl away. He had not forgotten the boast he made; tonight, he was determined to win over this girl.

Unfortunately, there are only about 50 days left, and Liu University has already gone on break. Otherwise, with Wang Chun's temperament, he would truly go to Liu University to find Lu Jiao Jiao and seek revenge for the humiliation he suffered.

"If you dare to touch me, I will jump off the building!" The girl, her face flushed with anger, glared at Wang Chun and ignored him completely. She wrapped herself in a blanket and rustled as she put on her clothes.

Your phone is unreachable. Wenjing is currently doing hair for a woman who resembles a mountain of flesh, adorned with gold jewelry.

Drink, drink!

Do you have a house

As she watched Wang Chun rummaging through the entire room in search of his phone, the girl was momentarily taken aback

Ah..." The girl let out a sharp scream, pulling the thin blanket from Wang Chun's body onto herself, leaving Wang Chun's bare body exposed to the sunlight

Um ... ...

No ... ...

The goal of the thousand-person slaughter is drawing ever closer ... As he was about to leave, Wang Chun turned back to glance at the shocking red stain on the bedsheet, a hint of a smug and lewd smile appearing on his face

Little Bao has something to discuss with you

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No ... ...

Alright, since you are so confident, I will tell you that my surname is Lü and my given name is Jiao. I am at Liu University; you can ask anyone casually, and you will be able to find me

Hello, is this 110? I want to report a crime... Yes, I want to report a crime. Last night, a girl took advantage of me while I was drunk and assaulted me... Yes... She was very excited and even scratched me... I am on Park Road... Wang Chun found the girl's phone and immediately called the police with confidence.

Understood

I started making a name for myself at the age of twelve, becoming the top among the three outstanding youths of City C. If I can't handle you, a big-chested and brainless ignorant girl, tonight, wouldn't that be a wasted reputation

Are there luxury goods

The girl had already been captivated by Wang Chun's righteous expression, leaning weakly against his shoulder as they stumbled out of the private room

Shi Xiaobao is a thief; however, he never considers himself as one. He prides himself on being a gentleman of the rafters and regards Shi Qian as his ancestral master, striving to emulate Shi Qian's style of conduct. Moreover, he adheres to his own code of conduct—stealing from the rich and not from the poor

At 4 PM, which is the hottest time of the day, there are hardly any pedestrians on the street apart from the flow of vehicles

Finally, it is time to settle the bill

Of course, queuing is merely a gimmick, as the work of Wenjing is entirely dependent on her mood

The girl ignored Wang Chun. After getting dressed, she did not leave immediately; instead, she took out a pack of wet wipes from her bag and tidied herself up slightly in front of the mirror. Throughout the entire time, she did not speak to Wang Chun, maintaining a cold expression.

"Am I the kind of man who takes advantage of others' misfortunes?" Wang Chunyi said with righteous indignation, his face displaying a sense of moral superiority

I remember, Lǚ Jiāo

No ... ...

"Humiliated by me, do you want to take me to bed again to get back at me?" The girl turned around, looking at Wang Chun with a face full of sarcasm, as if she could see through his very insides.

Wang Chun, lost in thought, casually ate a pile of cookies and filled his stomach with water before heading to work

Wang was so furious that he felt like spitting blood, yet he could not utter a single word, watching helplessly as Lu Jiao's figure disappeared down the hallway

"Not calling the police anymore?" Wang Chun chuckled mischievously, gazing at the girl's exposed fair body with a look of eager anticipation.

"Who is it with the book?" Wang Chun was startled by the sudden sound, his eyes darting around, but it was empty, with not a single person in sight

A full five minutes passed, during which there was not a single sound in the room; one could hear a pin drop, as if the sound had never existed.

"Don't make noise." Wang Chun opened his eyes, glanced at the girl, and turned over to sleep again. The high-intensity physical activity from last night had exhausted him, and he needed sleep to recover his strength

"Yes, I have nothing, yet I still managed to get you into my bed." Wang Chun laughed heartily

No ... ...

"Tell me where you live!" Wang Chun jumped up suddenly, took a quick step, and rushed to the door, opening it and roaring at the girl's back.

"This is my phone ... ... I apologize, my friend is drunk." The girl suddenly realized, in a moment of panic, she lifted the blanket, extended her fair arm, and snatched Wang Chun's phone away.

I will take you back

Look, without a car, without a house, with only a few thousand yuan, living in this cheap rental that resembles a pigsty, all your possessions combined cannot even buy the pair of shoes I am wearing. Well, let us not be vulgar, let us be more refined and not talk about money. A young person with thoughts and ambitions is not ashamed of being broke, but you not only lack money, you are also devoid of knowledge. On what basis do you think you have the right to know my phone number

"How much savings do you have?" The girl grasped the doorknob with one hand and did not respond to Wang Chun's question, instead retorting.

As Wang Chun continuously poured drink after drink for the young girl, he kept a vigilant eye and ear on the surroundings, constantly observing the situation within the private room. At this moment, some of the young boys and girls in the room had already begun to leave in pairs, one after another.

"Wang Chuan." A tall, slender young man waved at Wang Chuan

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Ah... ha ha ha... drink, drink... The girl was momentarily taken aback, then burst into laughter, her body shaking with joy.