After Falling in Love with a 2D Character as a Socially Anxious Person - Chapter 20

Yan Qili’s strikes looked heavy, and in truth… they were.

However, the way he struck was ingenious, using a clever type of focused strength. It could cause someone agonizing pain without actually causing any real physical damage to the body.

At first, seeing how loudly Jiayang Shan and his friends were howling, the police thought they had broken bones. They hurriedly took them to the hospital for an examination and injury assessment.

The result: after Jiayang Shan and the others were poked and prodded, the doctor concluded that absolutely nothing was wrong with them.

“Not even a minor scratch, yet they were wailing like that.”

The police officer who brought Jiayang Shan’s group back from the hospital had eyes that were practically rolling into the back of his head.

The police reviewed the surveillance footage from the scene and confirmed that Jiayang Shan and his friends were the ones who started the trouble. Since neither side had actual injuries, the officers leaned toward a verbal warning and mediation.

With the help of Jiang Chen’s friends, the police soon let Yan Qili go. He didn’t even have to pay any compensation.

Meng Yuzhou, who came out with Yan Qili, said to the two of them:

“Everything has been explained clearly. We collected blood samples and fingerprints today. I’ll have someone keep an eye on the household registration matter.”

An Jing: “Thank you, I appreciate your help.”

The fact that the matter was resolved so quickly was thanks to Jiang Chen and Meng Yuzhou. To show his gratitude, An Jing wanted to treat them to a meal, but Meng Yuzhou had an important meeting in the afternoon and couldn’t go.

Jiang Chen, on the other hand, had time and said excitedly, “I can go, I—mph—”

Meng Yuzhou covered Jiang Chen’s mouth and gave An Jing and Yan Qili a polite but distant nod:

“No need to trouble yourselves. We’ll be going now. See you next time.”

With that, Meng Yuzhou dragged Jiang Chen into the car. The black car sped away. The thank-you meal would have to wait.

After returning home, An Jing threw himself into the soft sofa.

Comfortable at last. Going out today was more tiring than running four kilometers.

Yan Qili, walking behind him, looked at An Jing slumped in a heap on the sofa and kicked his discarded shoes at the entrance into a straight line.

“Yan Qili.”

After lounging for a while, An Jing sat up straight and spoke seriously: “I want to talk to you.”

The events of today made An Jing realize he needed to properly teach Yan Qili about the law. It was fine if Yan Qili wasn’t used to modern survival rules yet, but he couldn’t remain legally illiterate.

The “Living Yama,” who had already received a lecture at the police station, sat on the sofa with a face that looked grumpier than ever before.

He had merely taught a few filthy things a lesson. Those men weren’t missing any arms or legs and could still stand perfectly fine. That proved he had already shown mercy.

Yan Qili asked with a cold face, “Talk about what?”

Seeing Yan Qili’s expression, the words An Jing wanted to say got stuck in his throat. Thinking carefully, did Yan Qili really do something wrong today?

Hitting people is wrong and shouldn’t be encouraged, but Yan Qili was originally a commander with the power of life and death, the King of the Northern Border with many military achievements. He just hadn’t changed his old way of thinking yet. Adapting to modern society takes time.

An Jing’s heart leaned toward Yan Qili’s side, and then there was no stopping it. The more he thought, the more he felt Yan Qili wasn’t in the wrong. The one at fault was clearly Jiayang Shan!

Yan Qili sat with his arms crossed, waiting for An Jing to continue. Under Yan Qili’s gaze, An Jing struggled for a long time before finally managing to say: “Hitting people isn’t good. Could you please not hit people so casually from now on?”

After waiting so long, all he got was such a weak sentence. The sharp aura surrounding Yan Qili paused.

Yan Qili looked at An Jing—That’s it?

An Jing’s large eyes stared straight at him, as if he wouldn’t look away until the man agreed.

Yan Qili: “…”

“Chirp, chirp chirp chirp.”

A small blue-feathered bird landed on the terrace, its song crisp and pleasant. In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the snow-white curtains drifted.

An Jing sat on the sofa clutching a plush white goose, wondering if he had said something wrong—Yan Qili had gone back to his room without saying a word just now. Was the request to not hit people “casually” really that difficult for the Living Yama?

The phone screen on the coffee table flashed. It was a message bombardment from Baili.

Baili: [I just found out now—you and that non-biological brother of yours are still living together?]

[I heard from Meng Yuzhou that he doesn’t even have a household registration. What exactly is the situation with you guys?]

[I’ve known you for so long, and I’ve never heard you mention such a person.]

[Ah Jing, this Yan Qili… you didn’t just pick up some random man from the street, did you?]

The person was indeed “picked up.” But he wasn’t “random.”

Yannian: [No, I’ve known him for a long time. He only recently came to stay with me.]

Regarding the novel about Yan Qili, he had been planning it for at least two years.

Baili: [Are you two really not a couple?]

Yannian: [Really not…]

After a long while, Baili sent him several compressed files titled “Materials.”

Yannian: [?]

Baili: [Good stuff to help improve your ability to write romance scenes.]

The two of them often shared writing tips and tricks, so An Jing didn’t doubt him. He clicked to receive them all. He didn’t have the energy to look today; he’d check them tomorrow.

…

The next day, An Jing woke up again to the sound of Yan Qili practicing his sword.

He usually didn’t go out, and yesterday’s exercise was too much. After waiting in line for so long, his waist and calves were aching slightly upon waking up.

Baili, who planned to stay in Nancheng for a few more days, sent an invitation to An Jing early in the morning to go out and play.

Yannian: [Can’t go. Overdid the exercise yesterday, my whole-body hurts.]

Baili: [Where does it hurt?]

Yannian: [My waist and legs both hurt (:з」∠)]

In a certain hotel, Baili held his phone and fell into a long silence.

Overdid the exercise yesterday, waist and legs hurt today…

Classic. Too classic. Baili’s mind immediately went off the rails.

Oh, you, Yannian! I’m completely honest with you, and you’re playing this “hiding and being secretive” game with me?

Baili opened his cloud drive and sent An Jing several more compressed files. This time, the title was “Learning.”

Baili: [You should watch this first.]

Stretching his muscles while bending his knees made the pain more obvious, causing An Jing to walk downstairs in a bit of an awkward posture. Regarding the learning materials Baili sent, An Jing didn’t ask questions and accepted them all. After all, they were for improving writing skills.

After lunch, An Jing brought out yesterday’s loot. He tipped the posters out of the tube. Just as he unfurled them, he heard Yan Qili give a “Tsk.”

The look Yan Qili gave the posters was full of undisguised disdain:

“You don’t actually want to hang this thing up, do you?”

Yesterday he didn’t have time to look closely; An Jing only knew the poster featured two men. At a glance, they were wearing clothes. But looking closely now, under the lush rose bushes, the white-haired man’s pants were already halfway off. In the half-hidden space, the black-haired man’s hand was…

A very “fast” car was speeding by!

An Jing seeing this kind of image alone was one thing, but the problem was… Yan Qili was right next to him.

Heat rushed to his face, and An Jing’s face turned bright red in an instant. He hurriedly rolled up the poster. If he had known it was like this, he never would have opened it in front of Yan Qili!

Yan Qili seemed not to notice An Jing’s flushing face and asked slowly:

“So the kind you like is really this sort?”

The red-faced An Jing swallowed and pretended to be calm: “I just like this artist.”

An Jing remembered how he had puffed out his chest and guaranteed Yan Qili that his sexual orientation was fine and he wouldn’t lust after him. He added:

“Don’t worry, even if I bought this merchandise, I’m still ‘straight.’ It doesn’t mean I like men.”

Yan Qili didn’t say anything more about that, but the more An Jing thought about it, the more embarrassed he felt. It was the kind of embarrassment that desperately needed a distraction.

Ding~

One of the learning materials Baili sent finished downloading. After decompressing, it was a video file. An Jing’s eyes lit up, as if grabbing a lifesaver.

An Jing thought Baili had sent him a clip from a classic old movie like before, so he clicked play without hesitation.

“Ngh~”

The next second, the sound of a man’s restrained, melodious moaning came from An Jing’s phone, echoing through the entire living room. It was deafening.

An Jing: “?”

Slap—

The two men on the phone were moving intensely. Startled, An Jing’s expression went blank. His hand shook, and the poster tube fell to the floor.

Yan Qili: “…”

After a long silence, Yan Qili spoke slowly: “‘Straight’?”

An Jing: “…………”

What fell just now along with the poster tube was probably his innocence.

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