147: Breaking the defense

Just as he was hesitating, Zheng Hanyang saw the Fat Man who had made him queue earlier pass by, and quickly called out to him.

"Handsome, wait, may I ask a question?"

Called "Handsome," Li An immediately beamed and walked over.

"What did you just call me? I didn't hear clearly. Can you say it again?"

...

Zheng Hanyang was silent for a moment, then reluctantly called out again.

"Handsome..."

Li An immediately shivered with satisfaction.

"Wow, you're really good at judging people!"

Zheng Hanyang was silent again.

Can I say that I call everyone that?

At this moment, Li An's chubby face moved closer, and he said cheerfully:

"Can you say it again? Say it again, and I'll answer your question!"

Hearing this increasingly demanding request, Zheng Hanyang was first a little stunned.

Then he reacted, a vein on his forehead throbbing a few times, and his fists clenched a bit.

But in the end, he had a favor to ask, and he had already called out twice, the sunk cost was a bit high, so he could only grit his teeth and speak.

"Han—some—"

Li An was satisfied, patting his chest and letting out a strange, chuckling sound.

"I have to say, you have pretty good taste~"

"What do you want to ask? Ask away, I promise to tell you everything."

Zheng Hanyang looked at Li An's cheap appearance, and inexplicably had a sense of déjà vu, as if he had exchanged his integrity for an answer, and his breathing became a little heavier.

If hitting people wasn't illegal, he really wanted to get on top of this Fat Man and punch him left and right.

Let you be... cheap... let you... be cheap, say... are you still... not cheap, say it!!!

In his fantasy, the Fat Man in front of him was bruised and swollen, crying and begging that he wouldn't dare again.

Zheng Hanyang couldn't help but chuckle.

"Pfft."

"Hmm?"

Li An looked at him suspiciously.

Zheng Hanyang came back to his senses, didn't give him a good look, and directly asked:

"You guys are helpers hired by the stall owner, right? Do you know how many beggar's chicken the stall owner prepared? Is it enough for so many people?"

But when he asked this question, he noticed that the ears of several people queuing in front and behind him perked up, looking sneaky and eavesdropping.

This scene immediately made Zheng Hanyang indignant.

So you guys have been eavesdropping all along!

This is what I exchanged my dignity and integrity for, and you want to enjoy the results without paying anything, you're really dreaming!

Thinking of this, Zheng Hanyang immediately stopped Li An and handed him his phone.

"Wait, just type it out."

Although Li An was strange, he still took the phone and started typing.

Seeing this scene, the several people queuing in front and behind immediately showed shocked expressions.

Then looking at Zheng Hanyang's smug expression, how could they not know what he was thinking at this moment.

No way, buddy, are you that petty?

These few people helplessly shifted their gazes, no longer paying attention to this side.

"Hmph hmph."

Zheng Hanyang was smug, then looked at Li An, waiting for him to finish typing and hand the phone back.

As a result, he waited and waited for a long time, but the phone never came. He only saw Li An's two thumbs tapping the keyboard rapidly, with an indescribably excited expression.

Excited?

Holy crap!

Zheng Hanyang then remembered the secrets in his phone's photo album that couldn't be spoken of, and immediately thought the Fat Man was peeking at his privacy.

Scared, his face instantly turned ashen, and he reached out to snatch the phone.

"No, what are you doing?"

At this moment, Li An had already handed the phone back, with a smile still on his face.

"Typing, didn't you ask me to type?"

Zheng Hanyang quickly took it, and found that the screen was densely packed with words, at a rough glance, there were at least five or six hundred.

???

His face full of question marks, he glanced at Li An, then lowered his head and began to read.

[Thank you very much for considering me as an adult's subordinate, this is my honor! My dream is to serve the adult, dedicate the rest of my life to the adult's cause, and exert myself to the utmost for the adult until death...]

Reading this, Zheng Hanyang at this moment became an old man on the subway, his expression indescribable.

What the hell is all this nonsense.

With a disbelief in evil, he continued to read.

[Unfortunately, the adult's exploration of the world is still in its early stages, and there are no plans to recruit subordinates for now. I and other like-minded partners are only out of admiration for the adult, spontaneously organizing to help maintain the pilgrimage ceremony site...]

???

Confirmed, this is a pile of... nonsense.

So uncomfortable! Pure mental pollution, niche text.

Is this Fat Man chuunibyou or does he have a mental illness?

[The adult's Hellish Evil Meal possesses the magical power to cleanse people's souls, attracting countless ignorant commoners to flock to it...]

Alright, alright, you're not even pretending anymore, are you?

Hellish Evil Meal?

Cleansing souls?

Ignorant commoners?

You probably just escaped from a mental hospital, didn't you?

Why don't you look at what you've written?

Zheng Hanyang frowned, goosebumps appearing all over his body as he read.

But he hadn't read the key information yet, so he could only force himself to continue.

[Although the adult comes from the high-dimensional hell, his character is noble, his heart is kind, he loves peace, he is benevolent and compassionate, gentle and elegant, virtuous and broad-minded, and possesses both virtue and talent. Therefore, he designed the Hellish Game, which is enough to allow all the ignorant people who come here to participate, and those with deep blessings will naturally get what they wish for.]

Finally, he saw the last punctuation mark.

Zheng Hanyang, without a word, pressed the delete key and quickly started deleting from the last period.

Li An, who had been expecting Zheng Hanyang to comment, saw this scene and immediately cried out anxiously:

"Hey, hey, hey, don't delete it!"

Zheng Hanyang completely ignored him, until the hundreds of densely packed words were completely deleted.

Only then did he let out a long sigh of relief.

Then he looked up at the indignant Li An, snorted, and turned his head away, no longer paying attention to the other party.

He had thought he was a mentally ill helper the stall owner had recruited from somewhere.

It turned out he was indeed mentally ill, but a mentally ill Regular Customers who spontaneously helped maintain order.

Forget it, forget it, isn't it just queuing?

It's not like going to die.

No matter what, it's much better than enduring this dead Fat Man's mental poisoning.

Seeing that Zheng Hanyang completely ignored him, Li An also snorted, dropped a line of "You don't know what you missed," and then tossed his head and left.

"Missed what?"

Zheng Hanyang looked at Li An's back and scoffed.

"Missed the chance to become a fellow patient with you?"

He considered himself a gentle and polite person, but after spending a few minutes with this Fat Man today, he realized that it wasn't that his own quality was so high, but entirely because there were no people like this Fat Man around him.

Today was a major breakdown.

Zheng Hanyang shook his head and sighed speechlessly.

Just then, another Regular Customers maintaining order passed by.

Zheng Hanyang was about to wave and ask, but his expression quickly changed, and he finally obediently joined the queue.

He couldn't afford to gamble. If another mentally ill person like Li An came along, his heart probably wouldn't be able to take it.