Chapter 04#
No Need#
This medical record video was dug out by someone with bad intentions many years later.
Exaggerated and rendered.
It became a shovel of mud thrown on Ji Landong.
Falling into the mud overnight and becoming a murderer shouted at by everyone, Ji Landong had too much mud on him, so he didn’t care much.
The system searched the whole network and found the video to watch. The more it watched, the angrier it became: “He’s lying, I think he’s lying.”
The system asked Ji Landong: “He’s lying, right? You were wronged.”
“I don’t think you ever hit him or scolded him.”
“You wanted to protect him back then and took him to the doctor, right?”
“Ji Landong, you have to say it, you have to expose the truth. Only then will someone know…”
For the first time, Ji Landong had a headache from being noisy by a mushroom.
He asked the system: “Do you take medicine?”
System: “…”
The mushroom didn’t eat. Ji Landong was a bit disappointed. He politely thanked Li Xingyun and took the steaming mug.
Ji Landong swallowed the medicine.
He lowered his head and drank two sips of hot water when the extreme bitterness passed.
Li Xingyun was stunned. He blankly raised his hand, wanting to touch a scar on his throat.
There was no scar here in the past.
In the past, Li Xingyun would sneak into Ji Landong’s arms and bite randomly, messing with Ji Landong’s Adam’s apple, and would be picked up by the back of the neck and thrown into the sofa by Ji Landong, who was busy reading the script.
Ji Landong judged this as Young Master Li being hungry, leaned over with his head in his hands, kissed him on the forehead, and went to make him an old-fashioned health-preserving sesame paste.
…When he regained his senses, Ji Landong blocked his arm and politely pushed it back.
Li Xingyun heard himself speak, his voice extremely hoarse and dry: “How… how did it happen?”
Ji Landong lowered his head and found that he couldn’t see it. He thought about which wound it was: “Accident.”
For a period of time, about a month or two, Ji Landong was not quite used to the empty life of being single and unemployed.
After taking away the things Li Xingyun didn’t want, he tried to ride a motorcycle. The data was leaked, and the news of the car pickup was spread. On that small road home, a kite string appeared quietly in the night.
Li Xingyun’s pupils trembled violently.
He couldn’t control himself and grabbed Ji Landong’s arm tightly: “Who did it?!?”
Ji Landong said: “Ji Ran’s fans.”
Li Xingyun was stunned.
“Believe it?” Ji Landong looked at him, smiled, and put down the mug, “I’m talking nonsense, I don’t know.”
The police checked, but the surveillance didn’t capture the face. Ji Landong’s riding speed was very slow at that time. The posture was scary, but he didn’t suffer too serious an injury.
When the news spread, Ji Ran’s fans were very happy, that’s true.
After all, Ji Ran said personally in the video that the reason why he became depressed was because he was long-term despised, suppressed, and humiliated by Ji Landong.
He was secretly targeted and made things difficult for him everywhere by Ji Landong.
It was Ji Landong… who bullied him.
These accusations blew up a destructive storm. Ji Ran spoke vaguely, but it was terrifying to think about. Fans in their rage wanted to skin Ji Landong alive: “Let’s popularize it. Ji Ran was only fourteen years old at that time, fourteen! Would he lie?”
“Is there anyone who doesn’t know that Ji Scumbag is a beast? He killed his own father, and he’s not afraid of doing even more disgusting things?”
“XYY or antisocial? Too scary. This kind of person should be sentenced to death.”
“Disgusting, die well.”
“Why didn’t his head really get cut off?”
“I actually watched his movies! Wuwu, so uncomfortable, it’s like a cyber criminal record…”
…
Fans were furious, and the public opinion hurricane was earth-shattering. Ji Ran was nowhere to be found. According to the manager, he was receiving psychological counseling and “resting without the Internet.”
Ji Landong is still being executed in public.
The system didn’t expect that the protagonist of this world would have such a behavior. Looking at Li Xingyun again, it couldn’t help but get angry and take it out on him: “You should let him choose.”
“What if Ji Ran’s extreme fans did it?”
Otherwise, why didn’t Ji Ran come out? Why did it turn out like this without saying a word, allowing public opinion to ferment wildly?
The system saw it very clearly. It has a micro-expression analysis plug-in and knows that the fourteen-year-old Ji Ran lied—it’s true, it might have been fear of his more terrifying parents at that time, but now both of their parents have passed away.
Why still not stand out to explain?
Why just let things go this far?
“Let him choose.” The system was very angry, “Will he help you, or help Ji Ran?”
Ji Landong lowered his head and looked at the angry mushroom by the bed for a while.
System: “What are you doing?”
“You are a villain redemption system.” Ji Landong kindly reminded, “Not a villain instigation system.”
System: “…”
Ji Landong indeed didn’t think there was such a necessity.
It’s not because of a saint’s heart… it’s just that there’s no need.
Boredom and fatigue filled his body and mind, his thoughts were wooden, and he had no motivation to do such a complicated thing.
As for Li Xingyun.
He has already broken up with Li Xingyun, and Li Xingyun is free to do whatever he wants.
Ji Landong propped up his body. His movements were unusually slow. This was the effect of the medicine. These medicines can stop people from feeling pain, but they can also turn people into wooden figures.
Uncomfortable, but at least calm.
Calm, vision blurred and filled with snowflake noise, and there was a continuous sharp electrical sound in his ears.
As if consciousness was detached from all reality, just playing a super large-scale simulation game. The world is behind the screen, the body is also behind the screen, controlled by the joystick, and one instruction only corresponds to one action.
Ji Landong tied his shoelaces, tied the knot, stood up, and went to get his clothes.
Lying down for too long, walking was not easy. He had to hold on for the first few steps until he found his two legs again.
Ji Landong packed the medicine.
Li Xingyun followed him step by step.
Ji Landong stopped in front of the wardrobe, a bit forgotten about what he was going to do. Seeing the coat in Li Xingyun’s hand, he reached out to take it: “Thank you.”
“Ge.” Li Xingyun asked softly, “You’re going out for a walk, aren’t you?”
His voice was very light, hiding some timid pleading, as if he was afraid that Ji Landong would answer “no”.
Ji Landong was indeed stuck by his question. After thinking for a while, he was about to speak when Li Xingyun already held his hand: “Take me with you, okay?”
“I’ll buy you cigarettes, Ge, and medicine.” Li Xingyun looked at him without blinking, “You can have as much as you want.”
This was indeed a somewhat swaying temptation.
Ji Landong had no money. He had many bad habits, and “not having good savings habits” was one of the less prominent ones.
“Okay.” Ji Landong didn’t insist, “President Li, thank you for supporting me.”
Li Xingyun shuddered, pulled his lips with difficulty, and his smile was ugly and pale.
He carefully helped Ji Landong put on his coat, fastened the buttons, and accompanied Ji Landong out. When they reached the door, he found Ji Landong looking back.
Ji Landong asked the mushroom: “Want to go out for a walk?”
The system had wanted to remind him for a long time: “…Others can’t see me.”
“I know.” Ji Landong comforted it, “I can see it, don’t lose heart.”
System: “…”
What the hell, don’t lose heart.
Li Xingyun’s eyes were red like a rabbit’s, almost crying.
The system sighed worriedly and followed Ji Landong, landing on that well-defined palm.
It was stuffed into the warm trench coat pocket by Ji Landong.
Looking through the gap at the star-filled sky, the virtual screen full of snowflake dots stopped at the thin and tall back of the teenager.
The seventeen-year-old Ji Landong was squeezed to the limit by the company. Three studios turned around continuously. He came back to see Ji Ran and took this half-brother to see a psychiatrist.
No one seemed to think this was strange, no one thought that if Ji Landong was the culprit, why would he take this on himself, or maybe this is the villain.
It’s natural for villains to be hated and judged.
The villain should die.
…
Li Xingyun bought cigarettes for Ji Landong.
Chuncheng is not expensive, only two yuan a pack. Ji Landong asked Li Xingyun to stand far away, stayed in the smoking area himself, lowered his head to light a cigarette, and the flame reflected his eyebrows.
The wind blew the flame jumping, bright and dark. Ji Landong lit it several times, and the fire was blown out.
Li Xingyun couldn’t stand it anymore, so he came over to help him light it: “Ge, teach me.”
“Teach you what.” Ji Landong asked, “Smoking?”
Li Xingyun’s eyes were red, and he nodded with his neck stiffened.
Ji Landong bit the cigarette and tilted his head slightly, waiting for the sparks to spread scarlet: “It’s not good for your health.”
Li Xingyun wanted to pull his sleeve: “I’m not afraid.”
Ji Landong: “No need.”
He was very polite, had a good temper, and patiently dodged Li Xingyun’s hand.
Li Xingyun shook, gritted his teeth, swallowed the words that were almost out of his mouth, and held his arm again.
Ji Landong was pushed unsteady and stepped back to the wall, his back leaning against the outer wall of the shopping mall that hadn’t been washed for a long time: “There’s dust, it’s dirty.”
Li Xingyun didn’t dare to use force again. The injury in Ji Landong’s ribs hadn’t healed yet.
“Not dirty.” Li Xingyun pleaded hoarsely, “Ge.”
Ji Landong lowered his head and silently looked at the figure in front of him. They had been together day and night for five years, so familiar that they didn’t need to think about it, knowing that Li Xingyun wanted this cigarette he was biting.
Li Xingyun raised his hand, his fingers trembling.
He grabbed Ji Landong’s cigarette, looked up for a kiss, and his movements were fierce as if biting, but his strength was careful enough that he didn’t dare to breathe. Ji Landong… Ji Landong had no reaction.
Ji Landong didn’t seem to care.
He didn’t explain what “no need” meant, and let Li Xingyun do whatever he wanted, only letting out a physiological groan when he was held tightly.
Li Xingyun hurriedly let go, but his hand still grabbed his arm, and his chest fluctuated.
The flashlight was piercing.
Li Xingyun’s pupils contracted, and he suddenly turned his head. Several youthful and beautiful figures were there. The one taking pictures with a mobile phone forgot to turn off the flash, and her face was a bit pale.
But facing Li Xingyun’s cold gaze, she was stimulated to rebel, and pointing at Ji Landong boldly: “You’re still with this scumbag! Are you worthy of Ji Ran?!”
“I knew you were faking before. Fake cutting and true deep love, right? It’s really super love, you can’t even hide it.”
“What did Aran do wrong!”
“Why should he be tortured and have his blood sucked by you?!?”
The more these fans spoke, the angrier they became, and their voices got higher and higher, attracting many onlookers.
Ji Landong’s face was really easy to recognize, and after a while, it was crowded with people.
One of them even opened a live broadcast and squeezed forward in the chaos, almost putting it in Ji Landong’s face: “Just out for a stroll, I didn’t expect! It really exposed, no wonder Aran would be depressed, there is simply no one in this world who is truly kind to him…”
The lens was covered by a hand reaching over from the side.
Li Xingyun protected Ji Landong, his pupils dark and cold, and his face was as dark as a coming storm.
“What are you doing?” The fan shuddered, holding up her momentum, “I’m telling you, if you dare to mess around, we’ll call the police… the police are coming soon!”
Li Xingyun was indifferent, threw the snatched phone back, and the fan hurriedly turned the screen, only to find in astonishment that the live broadcast had not been turned off.
Li Xingyun just sent a message to a strange number with his phone.
In a few minutes, a high-end luxury car stopped at the intersection. A fully armed figure got out of the car, with a mask, hat, and sunglasses, hesitating and not daring to take a step.
Even covered like this, some people recognized him at a glance and gasped, covering their mouths.
“Come here.” Li Xingyun lowered his eyes, his voice very cold, “Handle it yourself.”
“Don’t lie.”
His voice was hoarse: “Ji Ran.”