Reincarnated as the Villain's Sister
Chapter 77: Loser fighting loser

Chapter 77: Loser fighting loser

"So when you see him working three jobs and still refusing money, that’s why. He’s not dumb. He’s just... too proud for his own good." Han Ming looked over at her.

The smoke curled between them, disappearing into the night.

They had just reached downstairs, and the taxi she’d called a while ago was already waiting with its headlights on and engine humming, the driver tapping his phone impatiently.

Han Ming flicked his cigarette onto the pavement and stepped on it, hesitating as if deciding whether to say something more.

Han Ming changed his words, "Don’t look at how Brother Jing is different inside the school and outside. What ’student with good morals and behavior,’ what ’good studies, good health, and good mindset,’ he just doesn’t want his uncle and younger brother to worry."

Han Ming originally wanted to get in the car and directly send her back, but was refused by Lu Qingyan.

"I’m not that delicate, Han Ming," she said, half-yawning. "I won’t die on the ride home."

Inside the cab, Lu Qingyan finally let herself exhale.

She leaned back, stretching her legs, and took out her phone, ready to scroll aimlessly. But then she noticed a faint sting on the back of her hand.

She raised it to the light—and there it was. A small cut, barely the size of a fingernail, dried with a smear of dark red. Probably from the wooden board in the alley earlier.

At the time, she thought it was Wang Jingyuan’s blood. Turned out, it was hers.

"...What a scam," she muttered under her breath, rummaging through her bag for a wet wipe. She found one, mint-scented, cleaned it, winced slightly, then dropped her phone on her lap to scroll aimlessly.

Lu Qingyan let out a sigh and thought that it wasn’t much of an issue

It’ll be fine once she puts a band-aid on it when she gets home.

She unlocked the phone and realized that there were several more messages on Wechat.

Dear Big Brother: You went back?

Dear Big Brother: It’s so late, how could you leave by yourself?

Dear Big Brother: It’s not that I’m scolding you, but Lu Qingyan, do you have a basic sense of precaution? It’s so chaotic around here, do you think just cause you’re ugly, you’ll be safe?

She stared at the last message.

"Excuse me?" she muttered aloud, narrowing her eyes.

It was only after he received Lu Qingyan’s WeChat that Lu Mingxuan found out that Gao Jing had gone to the toilet halfway through and didn’t properly look after Lu Qingyan.

Lu Mingxuan’s voice exploded like a firecracker.

"You told me you’d watch her! Instead you went to take a crap like you were on a vacation cruise!"

Gao Jing originally had a really bad stomach ache and already felt uncomfortable, but as soon as he left the bathroom, he was lashed out at and scolded like this by Lu Mingxuan.

Suddenly, the years of discontent that had been buried in his heart overflowed and he couldn’t hold back as he said, "You talk as if you’re some amazing brother. Wouldn’t it had been fine if you hadn’t gone to play with Haizi and them? Bro, I had a stomach ache! What do you want me to do, sh*t in my pants for your princess?"

"Oh, so now she’s my princess? You’re the one who invited her!"

"Then maybe next time don’t ditch us to go hang out with Haizi and his band of idiots!"

"Oh wow, so now I can’t even have friends?!"

"You have friends? Could’ve fooled me."

Silence.

Tension snapped.

Lu Mingxuan was also riled up, "What did you say? If you’re so capable, say it again! Do you really think that I don’t dare to beat you up?"

Gao Jing sneered, "Lu Mingxuan, just take a look at your young master-temper. Let’s see how many people end up staying by your side!"

"Come and beat me! Beat me to death!"

"Okay, you said it!"

Lu Mingxuan rushed up and punched Gao Jing in the face.

His face was almost punched crooked by him, but he covered his mouth and continued to mock him, "F*ck, if you have the ability, punch me again! You damn sissy, no wonder you were beaten by Wang Jingyuan with no power to fight back. You even call them a little white face, don’t you know in your heart that you’re twisting the truth. If you’re so capable, use more strength!"

"F*ck!! Gao, Jing, if I don’t kill you today, I’m not human!!"

"Lu Mingxuan, you’re truly a f*cking bastard!!"

They lunged at each other like caffeinated toddlers in a bouncy castle.

At one point, Gao Jing tackled Lu Mingxuan over a bench like he was auditioning for a high school wrestling team.

LuMingxuan retaliated by grabbing Gao Jing’s hair and shouting, "STOP MOVING! I’M TRYING TO PUNCH YOU!"

To which Gao Jing replied, "THEN STOP YELLING IN MY EAR!"

Haizi, who had been quietly eating skewers nearby, looked up at the escalating WWE match before him. He didn’t move. He didn’t blink.

Haizi watched with the expression of someone who had stumbled onto a daytime soap opera and decided he was too invested to change the channel.

Haizi sipped his soda. Took another bite. Occasionally nodded as if rating the moves: oof, that was a solid takedown. 6.5/10.

They resembled baby chicks as one side bounced to argue, the other side bounced to argue back, then they bounced to argue again, and then bounced back after they found it ineffective.

Then, they ended up fighting together into a bunch.

For some reason, he didn’t want to intervene at all—he actually even wanted to laugh.

It was the so-called "loser fighting loser" precisely, as they bicker back and forth before fighting.

Haizi watched as the two people dawdled and chirped at one another.

After a long time, they still couldn’t resolve the issue.

It was estimated that if they continued to grind at each other like this, it would be dawn until they finished with their nonsense.