Chapter 123: Did Your Brother Go to a Brothel?

  After he finished speaking, I didn't hear his voice again. The whole small park was quiet and still, with only a few passersby occasionally walking by, looking at us children surrounding a chair without knowing what we were doing.

  "Alright, the wound treatment is almost done. You two go back and tell the others who were playing together that he's not feeling well and went home early, and won't be coming to play for the next few days either. After his injury heals and all this blows over, I'll let him out to play with you guys again." I patted the stiff back of the kid beside me.

  They nodded seriously and left.

  "Shall we go back, or are you still very scared and want to stay here for a while?" I looked at his pale face and smiled faintly. He immediately jumped up: "Where, where is there..."

  "Just go back!"

  "Hehe," I reached out and pulled him up: "Don't worry, I won't tell your brother about what happened today. With his personality, if he knew you fell from the top floor, he would definitely not let you continue with parkour. If only he were as open-minded as my mom... Ah, speaking of my mom, let me tell you, when I was a kid, I broke one foot while practicing martial arts and falling off a wooden stake. My mom just lightly reminded me to focus on learning and not get distracted. She always thought that I fell off the wooden stake because I wasn't serious enough about practicing martial arts. If she had to stand still on the stake for eight hours, I reckon it's possible she would fall off not once, but ten times."

  The young man's eyes widened as he listened to me: "Standing on a wooden stake... eight hours..."

  "It's not that I'm standing upright, but rather upside down. My fingers don't know how many times they've been broken, look, there are scars all over now. So when I flicked your forehead at the gate earlier, it was already a reduced force, if I had used my full strength you would have definitely bled to death." As I spoke, I stretched out my pitiful fingers and waved them in front of his eyes.

  He originally stopped in his tracks: "You...do anything, family will not oppose it."

  "No, if I said I wanted to kill someone, they would definitely be opposed. And my learning martial arts was brought up by my mom, although at that time I also had the intention to learn. My mom is worried about another...” As I spoke, I suddenly reacted! Me... I just now realized what I was talking about were things from my past?! I just now said were things from my past! I can actually remember these things from before.

  Suddenly, my mind was cleared: I spent a day and night being chased by dogs to save the boy next door; Mom worried that the boy would get hurt and made me go to the mountains to learn martial arts; The first time I fell from the roof and broke Master's flowers, I was punished for three days without moving; Sneakingly eating the rice balls my mom asked me to deliver to the boy next door, leaving evidence behind, and not being allowed to eat snacks for a week; Before graduating, I got into a fight with my annoying junior brother and lost; After the boy became a star, I followed Mom's instructions to send him food, but was discovered by his fans and chased around the building; Disguising myself as a transfer student at an all-boys aristocratic academy just to continue my carefree life relying on my fiancé's connections for food; A bunch of idiots came running to fight, and I ended up becoming their leader; During the school play, I unfortunately chose to play the role of a princess, wearing a fake, heavy gold wig; To prevent the boy who followed me into the academy from getting hurt, I was forced to wear a ring and become a gigolo; In this colorful world, among these colorful people, in the end, I had seven fiancés, my family was chaotic, and even some sort of madam appeared; Following the principal's orders, I came to another academy to teach; Pumpkins, tomatoes, everything that should come did, and even things that shouldn't come did, until even machine guns showed up. Great... This is my life, no, this is what I've experienced in the first half of my life.

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  "What's wrong?" Seeing me stunned and motionless, the pale-faced youth in front of me raised his hand and waved it in front of my face.

  I smiled faintly: "Nothing, just remembered some things, let's go back."

  "Huh." The young man seemed to be unaware that I was someone who couldn't remember anything just a second ago, but the feeling of having fewer memories really felt good, even though those memories didn't seem to be very pleasant. In the end, it was almost fatal thanks to that idiot Mito, is it not possible for me to die at his hands this lifetime or will heaven only be satisfied then?

  I shook my head and pushed aside the messy thoughts, bringing back the overly injured (emotionally hurt) young man. As soon as we got home, our lovely Beidong Yan ran over to us: "Sister, Xuan brother, you're back! Brother went out to discuss a contract and just drove away."

  "Alright," I replied, helping Xuan onto the sofa and then brewing a cup of tea for him. "You rest at home first, I'll go find Beidong Hen."

  Now that I've regained my memories, although we initially agreed on a 3-month deadline, at least let me return to the academy and make some arrangements. Otherwise, Mito will definitely be frantic. He'll first loudly proclaim throughout the entire academy that I'm being chased by thugs, then call 110 to report it, and finally run to the TV station, crying and shouting my name. Who knows, he might even move the whole world with his emotions, and my old photos, including those of me as a kid lying naked in diapers, will spread like an electronic album across China and the entire world. Heaven knows, he's indeed capable of doing such things - countless impossibilities become possible when it comes to him, and they're usually negative ones.

  "Hey, little girl, do you know where your brother went?" I asked, squatting down.

  She blinked her big eyes: "I don't remember that place, but Xiao Xu knows. Brother was on the phone and Xiao Xu listened all the time. Xiao Xu is very smart, there's nothing he doesn't know in this world."

  "Hmm... where's Xiaoxiao?" I brushed off her last words.

  Just then, a small hand landed on my shoulder. The little devil, who was so small that he could still wear diapers, looked at me with a serious face: "Brother, where you're going is not a place you can go. There are many men and women doing indecent things there, and it's dangerous for you to go."

  "A bead of sweat appeared on my forehead: 'Your brother went to a brothel??'"