allendalepharm Chapter 172 Almost Affected Performance
Chapter 172 Almost Affected Performance
"Bye bye Xianhe——"
"Let's go play together next time—"
"Brother Xianhe, are you sure you don't want to go with us?"
"No, I want to go out for a walk."
Station exit.
Yun Xianhe waved goodbye to Xiaolan and others and left alone in a wheelchair.
Zhu Fu Jingguang, who went out on a mission yesterday, has not returned yet, so he went home alone today.
His wheelchair is quite large and cannot be folded, so it is inconvenient to take a taxi.
Since the weather was good, Yun Xianhe thought about going back slowly in a wheelchair and taking in the scenery.
There are still two days and more than eight hours left for "Flying Pearls and Splashing Jade" and "Strengthening the Wheelchair".
Based on the fact that Zhu Fu Jingguang and the others suddenly worked overtime these days, Yun Xianhe vaguely guessed that Gin might have gone to the city of romance.
He is now wondering whether he should find time to go there after the two punishments are over.
When acting, you have to do the whole thing.
At that time, not only will Mr. Killer and his team be able to focus their search elsewhere, but they can also take a trip along the way.
By the way, is this considered as giving them a chance to go on a disguised public-funded tour?
He's quite kind, come to think of it.
After turning on automatic navigation for the wheelchair, Yun Xianhe used his consciousness to open the auxiliary system panel and left a few small clues with the help of the Internet.
Since he said he was in the city of romance, he had to make sure those people could find even a little trace of him.
When Yun Xianhe saw a familiar figure in a surveillance video in the terminal hall, he curled his lips slightly.
I hope you have fun in the city of romance, Mr. Killer.
"Teacher Xianhe?"
Hearing the familiar voice, Yun Xianhe closed the system panel in his mind.
When I turned around, I saw Editor Morimu and several other editors in the editorial department.
The other person was holding a packaged cup of coffee in his hand and looked like he had just finished lunch.
"good afternoon."
"Teacher, you..."
Editor Moriki didn't say the second half of his words, but his eyes were full of shock and pity.
He used to think that Yun Xianhe didn’t write books because he was busy with the company or because he had run out of inspiration.
Unexpectedly, the other party was actually sick?
And it looked like he couldn't stand up anymore.
Speaking of which, on the day he signed the contract with Yun Xianhe, the other party seemed to still have a fever.
At this moment, editor Morimu imagined a lot.
Yun Xianhe greeted the people behind him one by one, then said casually:
"I haven't been feeling well lately. To prevent myself from passing out on the road, I have to be a little lazy."
As he spoke, Yun Xianhe patted the armrest of his wheelchair.
He was half leaning on the back of the chair, looking lazy and relaxed.
Editor Moriki, who had already imagined a series of front-page headlines such as "The youngest novelist Xianyunyehe has passed away", "The story of the brave man has no sequel", and "The crisis of Fuyun Group", was stunned.
He looked at Yun Xianhe carefully.
After confirming that the other party didn't seem to be forcing himself, he let out a long sigh.
Fortunately, my job is saved and the follow-up of the book is also guaranteed.
Editor Mori Mu, who had broken out in a cold sweat in just a few minutes, took out his handkerchief, wiped the sweat from his temples, and smiled at Yun Xianhe:
"I'm glad you're okay, I'm glad you're okay, Mr. Xianhe, please take care of yourself. We are all waiting for your follow-up to the Hero."
"sure."
Yun Xianhe looked at editor Senmu, whose tone was full of lingering fear, and asked a few more questions about the publishing house.
An editor who once took over a short story manuscript of Yun Xianhe couldn't help but asked half-jokingly:
"Teacher Xianhe hasn't written a new work for a long time. When will——"
The second half of the sentence is self-explanatory.
Once this topic was brought up, the wolves' eyes lit up as if they had seen meat.
When Yun Xianhe was asked this, he choked and touched the tip of his nose guiltily.
He has been just having fun lately and hasn't written any books or anything.
During holidays, isn't it time to eat, drink and have fun? Why do you have to find things to do?
Being stared at by so many eyes, Yun Xianhe coughed lightly and said with forced calmness:
"I've had some inspiration lately. I'll let you know when I finish writing it."
"What's the subject?"
"detective?"
I can write the story of Uncle Maori and his friends, which will serve as a farewell gift.
"Hello, detective!"
The editor in charge of this category smiled so much that his face was full of wrinkles and he started to brag.
The others couldn't stand seeing his smug look.
He pushed him to the back and discussed with Yun Xianhe whether to try their next topic.
Seeing that things seemed a little out of control, Yun Xianhe half covered his mouth and coughed lightly twice, looking a little weak.
Editor Morimu took a look and quickly pulled these people away, saying righteously:
"Okay, you guys, each of you has so many people under your command, don't just focus on Teacher Xianhe."
At this point, Senmu gave them a wink.
A few people realized belatedly that they were too excited. Looking at Yun Xianhe, whose face was pale and whose smile was a little tired, they apologized again and again.
This is their immediate boss, how could he have been possessed by the devil just now?
It’s all because of the novel; the novel is so good!
Yun Xianhe waved his hand and didn't say anything more.
The group walked together for some distance.
At the intersection, Editor Moriki seemed to suddenly remember something and took out a notebook from his pocket.
"Teacher Xianhe, do you know the new teacher Rentaro?"
"Hmm? I guess we know each other."
Yun Xianhe remembered the old gentleman. By the way, his illness should have been mostly cured, right?
Editor Morimu flipped through the booklet in his hand, tore off a page and handed it to him:
"Teacher Xinming asked someone to find me and said he wanted to talk to you. But when I called you a few days ago, your housekeeper answered the phone and said you were busy, so I thought I would talk to you later."
Busy?
Yun Xianhe reached out and took the note with the private phone number on it, and began to think about when he would need this favor.
Could it be the day he was hospitalized?
"Thank you, I will contact the other party."
"Okay. Teacher Xianhe, please take care of yourself. I and the others will go first..."
"Ah!!! Someone is robbing!!"
The sudden scream scared Editor Morimu and others.
Everyone subconsciously looked up at the source of the sound.
Then they saw a man, wrapped tightly in clothes even in the hot summer, rushing towards them carrying a lady's handbag and holding a shiny dagger in his hand.
"Get out of my way!"
"?! Teacher Xianhe!"
"……Ugh."
After being away for two days, the security in Beika Town has deteriorated again.
Yun Xianhe looked at the gangster rushing towards him with a knife, stood up and pushed editor Senmu, who was trying to block for him, behind him.
"Just wait."
"??"
Editor Morimu felt a little dazed as he felt like he was being lifted up and then put down by a huge force.
The gangster who rushed over got angry when he saw a thin boy standing up from a wheelchair and seemed to want to stop him.
Didn't you see the knife in his hand? How fearless is this guy!
"Go away!"
The gangster stabbed Yun Xianhe with a knife.
He decided to teach this kid who was trying to be a hero a lesson!
Reality is not like those fantasy novels that allow you to be a hero at will!
Seeing the thief rushing towards him, Yun Xianhe did not hide.
After estimating the distance, he raised his leg and kicked the thief's wrist, breaking it.
Editor Senmu, who was close to him, felt that he saw the muscles exposed under the hem of Yun Xianhe's clothes when he turned around.
There was also the crisp sound of bones breaking.
"what!!!"
The intense pain made the thief let go instantly.
Yun Xianhe stepped forward and stepped on the knife that fell on the ground, then raised his hand and punched the man in the abdomen, knocking him to the ground.
All this happened in just a few seconds.
The frightened crowd looked at the unconscious thief lying on the ground.
He glanced again at the young man who was holding onto the armrest of his wheelchair and couldn't stop coughing.
His face was full of confusion.
What happened? Didn't humans evolve with them?
Yun Xianhe, who was choked by the sudden wind, cursed Xiao Tiandao in his heart, then slowly sat back in the wheelchair and rubbed his hands.
He had used a bit too much force just now, causing his muscles to ache a bit.
Tsk, this punishment is really annoying.
It seems that if I want to have fun with Mr. Killer and the others, I have to wait until the punishment is over.
"Editor Mori, call the police."
"Ah? Ah! Okay, okay!"
After finishing the call, editor Senmu looked at Yun Xianhe, who was sitting in a wheelchair with a somewhat listless expression, with a very complicated expression.
This is, it looks weak but is actually super strong?
It turns out that everyone who grows flowers knows how to do kung fu.
He was actually thinking about blocking the knife for the other party just now, but it was a close call and he almost affected the other party's performance.
Yun Xianhe didn't know that Editor Senmu had started to imagine things like his own life experience.
He still held the slip of paper with the personal contact information of Shinmei Rentaro in his hand, wondering what to bring if he were to visit.
The police came quickly.
When Yun Xianhe saw that the people who came were Officer Takagi and Officer Sato, whom he had met once, he raised his eyebrows slightly.
Are these two people here to handle a case?
"So, who was the one who subdued the criminal?"
"It's Teacher Xianhe."
As he spoke, Editor Senmu pointed at Yun Xianhe who was sitting in a wheelchair next to him.
When Takagi Shigeru saw the man sitting in a wheelchair with his head tilted and coughing continuously, he stopped taking notes.
He took a serious look at Yun Xianhe, who seemed to be dying soon.
I carefully recalled the fighting power of the opponents I had seen before.
Well, no problem.