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Chapter 99 - 99 0099 Eight Joys

99: Chapter 0099: Eight Joys 99: Chapter 0099: Eight Joys Qin Yu let out a startled scream, then pretended to panic and jumped out of bed.

In the process, he carelessly kicked the side of the bed.

Squeak squeak…

The friction between the four bedposts and the floor made a cringe-worthy sound as the bed was kicked two meters away!

Our Qu Xiang faced tragedy once again, being dragged over two meters while maintaining a split!

With a ripping sound, the hole in his pants grew even larger.

Qu Xiang’s face turned pale from pain, large beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and he couldn’t even speak.

He was a model, not a dancer.

Doing splits was a big deal for him.

Not to mention being dragged over two meters while doing one.

Qin Yu struggled to hold back his laughter, feigning concern as he said, “Brother, how could you be so careless?

But I must admit, that pose of yours is quite enchanting.”

Pfft…

Qu Xiang almost spat blood in anger, while the other male models forcefully covered their mouths to stop themselves from laughing out loud.

“Can’t you guys show a little compassion?

What’s so funny?

Hurry up and take this brother to the hospital!

Otherwise, he might end up a eunuch!”

Qin Yu put on an expression of deep sorrow.

Uh, the male models snapped out of it and quickly rushed forward to offer their help.

“Bro Xiang, are you okay?”

“Bro Xiang, just bear with it for a little longer, we’re going to take you to the hospital right away.”

The male models, none too gentle, helped Qu Xiang to his feet in a clumsy attempt, pulling at his torn wound, and Qu Xiang almost passed out from rolling his eyes back in pain.

Enduring the agony, Qu Xiang said, “You…

don’t touch me!

Go and…

kill that bastard!”

Hearing this, the male models let go at once, leading to Qu Xiang’s next tragic moment!

Once again, he did a hard split.

This time, Qu Xiang really did pass out.

Faced with Qu Xiang’s fainting, the male models panicked—geez, was Bro Xiang’s endurance really that low?

What should they do now?

An alert male model suddenly had an idea, pointed at Qin Yu’s nose, and angrily said, “Damn it!

This guy made Bro Xiang pass out!

Guys, let’s take him down!”

“Little Qi is right; we can’t let this guy off the hook.”

“For Bro Xiang’s revenge!

Kill him!”

Qin Yu was at a loss for words, innocently saying, “Come on, guys, can’t we play nice?

Clearly, it was you who made that brother faint.

I didn’t touch him from the beginning to the end, did I?”

“If you hadn’t taken over Bro Xiang’s bed, how could he have gotten so angry?

If you hadn’t dodged, how could Bro Xiang have ended up doing the splits?

If you hadn’t kicked the bedpost, how could Bro Xiang’s splits have been pulled so thoroughly?

And yet you still dare to argue?”

“Exactly, take him down!

Avenge Bro Xiang!”

“This guy ousted Qu Yang and now he’s injured Bro Xiang, he obviously doesn’t take us seriously at all!”

The male models, saying this, began to menacingly close in on Qin Yu.

Qin Yu felt frustrated, wondering why there couldn’t be more love between people.

Considering his kindhearted nature, Qin Yu felt compelled to warn these pitiful kids.

“Listen, I’m really good at martial arts.

Do you really want to fight me?

I suggest we sit down and have a good talk instead.

Come on, have a smoke.”

Qin Yu pulled out a pack of Baixi cigarettes, which cost six yuan a pack, took out a few cigarettes, and offered them to the male models.

The male models laughed.

Ni ma!

Baixi?

Isn’t that like an insult?

The cheapest cigarettes they normally smoked were ones like Dasu or Soft Zhonghua—when had they ever smoked something so low-grade?

The leading male model, Qi Xiaotian, slapped the cigarettes Qin Yu had offered onto the ground!