The Silly Shou Transmigrated Into a Book - Chapter 46

Kou Huai was still trying to struggle: “Bro, you really won’t like that kind of environment. There are so many people, and that Boss Wu is going too. Don’t you hate him the most?”

Chu Yueguang replied, “For your sake, I can endure it.”

Kou Huai: “…” “Chu Yueguang, are you serious?” Kou Huai asked.

Chu Yueguang answered, “I am. I’ve missed you lately.”

Kou Huai: “…” Kou Huai grew nervous. “My god, how can you say such cringey crap? You don’t actually like men, do you? And you’ve fallen for me, your own brother? That won’t do! I’m an only child! If the two of us got together, all of Beijing would experience an earthquake!”

Chu Yueguang looked at the message coldly. “You’re full of it.”

Kou Huai confirmed: “You don’t like me, right?”

Chu Yueguang: “.”

For the first time, Kou Huai felt that this particular punctuation mark was incredibly reassuring.

Kou Huai said, “Bro, you really have a way with words. Promise me you’ll never say that again.”

Chu Yueguang: “What time tomorrow?”

Kou Huai: “…” “Bro, honestly, you just can’t go this time. I’m doing this for your own good. I can’t bear to see you suffer. It’s crowded and exhausting, you’ll sweat a lot, and in this heat, it’s easy to get heatstroke. My heart aches for you!”

Chu Yueguang: “…” For the first time, Chu Yueguang felt that Kou Huai was acting a bit like a “green tea b*tch.” To secretly invite Gu Qiuyi out to sea while spouting such high-sounding lies—impressive.

Chu Yueguang said, “Fine. Since you care about me so much, I won’t go.”

Kou Huai cheered “Hooray!” in his heart, but typed: “Bro, it’s good that you see it that way. When I get back, let’s have a few drinks together. We won’t stop until we’re drunk, okay?”

Chu Yueguang: “Okay.”

Kou Huai was secretly delighted. Although Jiang Hansa was coming along, he and Chiu Chiu would still basically have their own “world of two.” It had been so long since he’d touched Chiu Chiu’s small hand; he truly missed it.

Chu Yueguang exited the chat with Kou Huai and messaged Gu Qiuyi: “Do you have plans for tomorrow?”

After sending it, he waited for over ten minutes without a reply. He frowned, remembering what Gu Qiuyi had said: he was likely watching the underground matches right now.

Gu Qiuyi had already followed Xu Muqing into the venue.

Since underground fighting was illegal, the location was very well-hidden. It was clear that Xu Muqing had already gained some fame; the fierce-looking staff members standing outside instinctively bowed when they saw him, not even bothering to question the people he brought with him.

A man who looked like a manager came over to greet them with great respect. Xu Muqing said to him, “Get them two front-row seats.”

The manager looked at them, and seeing that Gu Qiuyi was still wearing a school uniform, he quickly agreed.

Xu Muqing turned to Gu Qiuyi and said, “Go ahead and sit down. It’s not my turn yet. I’m going to the locker room to change.”

Gu Qiuyi gave a soft response. He was naturally a bit fearful of such places, so he instinctively leaned toward Jiang Hansa, grabbing his arm with a hint of timidity in his expression.

Xu Muqing took note of this and asked the manager, “Are there drinks?”

“Yes, there are,” the manager replied.

Xu Muqing asked Gu Qiuyi, “What do you want to drink?”

“Huh?” Gu Qiuyi hadn’t heard clearly, so Xu Muqing repeated himself.

“I want juice! Orange juice is fine!”

Xu Muqing told the manager, “Bring two orange juices.”

Jiang Hansa spoke up from the side, “You didn’t even ask me…”

Xu Muqing replied, “You’ll have something to drink, that’s enough. Stop being picky.”

Jiang Hansa: “…” Talk about double standards.

Xu Muqing went to change. Gu Qiuyi and Jiang Hansa were led by the manager to their seats. In front of them was a large, high ring where two men were grappling. It wasn’t particularly interesting; the audience below was lukewarm, either chatting or looking at their phones.

Gu Qiuyi’s empathy was quite strong. Seeing one man’s face covered in blood and one eye so swollen it was nearly shut, he began to feel uncomfortable. He clung to Jiang Hansa and whispered, “That must hurt a lot, right? Could he get internal injuries? Will he die?”

Jiang Hansa, feeling overwhelmed, kept trying to push his hands away. “It’s hot! Don’t cling to me.”

Gu Qiuyi let go of his arm but said, “Then let me hold your hand.”

“Are you trying to hit on me?” Jiang Hansa asked.

“!! What kind of pig-headed talk is that? I’m scared!”

Jiang Hansa offered the hem of his shirt. “What’s there to be scared of? You’re not allowed to hug me. At most, I’ll lend you a piece of my shirt.”

“Hansa-ge, you are truly cold and heartless!”

Jiang Hansa replied, “The AC here is practically non-existent, and you’re like a furnace. It’s really hot. Can’t you see the sweat on my forehead?”

Gu Qiuyi had no choice but to piteously grab the hem of Jiang Hansa’s shirt.

At that moment, the man on the ring who had taken many hits was struck by an uppercut to the jaw and collapsed unconscious. The referee declared the other man the winner, and the crowd finally broke into enthusiastic applause.

The announcer shouted into the microphone: “Next up is the showdown between Xu Sumu, known as the Silver Snake, and Zhang Sen, known as the Giant Rock! Our Silver Snake, Xu Sumu, is 18 years old, 178 cm tall, and weighs 65 kg. Zhang Sen is 26 years old, 187 cm tall, and weighs 85 kg. Previously, Silver Snake has fought 18 matches in our arena and ended each one in victory. His record currently stands at 18 wins and 0 losses, but his odds remain surprisingly high—it seems everyone is eager to see the Silver Snake defeated! Alright, enough talk, let’s see what happens!”

The dark crowd became visibly excited. Gu Qiuyi heard shouts: “Zhang Sen! Kill him! Kill that pretty boy!”

“Zhang Sen, I put five thousand on you! Beat him into submission!”

Gu Qiuyi listened and asked Jiang Hansa, “Is Xu Sumu actually Muqing-ge?”

“Isn’t that obvious?” Jiang Hansa replied.

“Is this how Muqing-ge makes his money? This is terrifying.” Gu Qiuyi looked around; the expressions on the men around him were hyper-intense, to a frightening degree.

Jiang Hansa felt Gu Qiuyi shivering. He reached out, patted his shoulder, and pulled him close. He whispered, “Didn’t you hear the announcer? Xu Muqing is 18 and 0.”

Even as he said it, Jiang Hansa felt doubtful. With Xu Muqing’s slight frame, how did he pull that off?

Just as he was wondering, Xu Muqing stepped out.

He wasn’t shirtless like the other fighters. He wore a short black tank top that revealed his beautiful, well-defined abs. His hair was slicked back, showing his forehead. His expression was still gentle as he stood on the ring and scanned the crowd. He quickly spotted Gu Qiuyi and gave him a small smile.

Gu Qiuyi was stunned. He frantically tugged at Jiang Hansa. “Hansa-ge! Did you see that? Muqing-ge actually has abs!!!”

Jiang Hansa: “…” Your focus is entirely wrong.

Gu Qiuyi counted them. “Hansa-ge! Muqing-ge actually has a six-pack!”

Jiang Hansa: “…”

“How many do you have?” Gu Qiuyi asked.

“…Four,” Jiang Hansa replied.

“Hansa-ge, you’re not doing so well. How is it only four?”

“Then how many do you have?” Jiang Hansa shot back.

Gu Qiuyi puffed out his chest and said, “I have none!”

He actually sounded proud of it.

Jiang Hansa forced the conversation back on track. “That Zhang Sen is a head taller than Xu Muqing and much burlier. Can Xu Muqing actually do this?”

Gu Qiuyi shrank back and grabbed Jiang Hansa’s shirt again. “I can’t even look.”

On the ring, Xu Muqing’s proportions were excellent—narrow waist, long legs—and his limbs weren’t overly bulky; his lines were almost elegant. He looked like an idol you’d see on a big screen. He seemed completely out of place in this violent, blood-soaked arena. But he was there, gentle and refined, looking like something people wanted to ruin and crush. This was exactly why his odds stayed high. His build and appearance consistently led people to underestimate him.

The match began. Zhang Sen was ordinary-looking but possessed incredible muscle mass; his thighs looked as thick as Xu Muqing’s waist. One punch from him looked like it could send Xu Muqing flying. The crowd began to roar, anticipating a slaughter based on the power difference.

Zhang Sen clearly underestimated Xu Muqing as well. He didn’t hesitate, throwing a direct jab at Xu Muqing’s face.

Xu Muqing ducked and, with lightning speed, circled behind Zhang Sen, landing a solid straight right to his waist.

His movements were incredibly fluid. It was clear that Xu Muqing was no amateur; he possessed professional boxing experience and refined techniques. His breathing remained stable. His advantage was glaringly obvious: his speed was incredible—so fast that the audience sometimes couldn’t even see him dodge or strike.

After several rounds, Zhang Sen was visibly exhausted, while Xu Muqing’s breathing was calm and his footwork was steady.

Zhang Sen quickly flew into a rage. His punches grew heavier and heavier. Xu Muqing seemed to lose patience; he suddenly lunged forward, leaping onto Zhang Sen’s neck. His long, fair legs wrapped around the man’s throat, and he slammed him heavily to the ground.

It was a classic Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu move. Xu Muqing’s legs were locked around Zhang Sen’s neck, and his hands twisted Zhang Sen’s powerful arms, rendering him completely unable to move.

At this moment, Xu Muqing was striking. His skin looked exceptionally white under the lights—glowing, even—and he looked beautiful, like a human snake. The finishing move he used was the constriction of a predator, earning him the name “Silver Snake.”

Zhang Sen’s eyes soon began to roll back. He tried to tap the floor to surrender, but his hands were so tightly pinned by Xu Muqing that he couldn’t reach it.

Xu Muqing looked down at him, his expression still gentle. Had he looked cold or fierce, his attack would have been intimidating, but the fact that he maintained that gentle face while destroying his enemy made him terrifying.

The referee blew the whistle and rushed to pull them apart. Xu Muqing let go of Zhang Sen. The referee patted the man and asked if he could continue. Zhang Sen hadn’t even recovered from the suffocation; he lay on the ground, unable to move. This meant he was finished. The referee blew the whistle and raised Xu Muqing’s hand, declaring him the winner.

The crowd erupted in boos, with only a small fraction cheering—the ones who had actually bet on Xu Muqing.

After the match, Xu Muqing’s arms were only slightly red from where he had blocked strikes, but it wasn’t serious; he had clearly deflected most of the force.

Xu Muqing jumped down from the ring and walked over to Gu Qiuyi. “Let’s go back.”

Gu Qiuyi was completely shell-shocked. He stammered, “Brother, you’re so amazing. How can you be that strong?!”

Xu Muqing laughed. “Is it that surprising?”

Gu Qiuyi’s face was flushed with excitement. “You’re so cool! Truly!!!”

Jiang Hansa’s face was also red with excitement, and he nodded frantically beside them. But unlike Gu Qiuyi, Jiang Hansa had a much more distinct thought in his mind:

It’s a good thing I didn’t try to scam Xu Muqing back then. Otherwise, even with nine lives, I wouldn’t have survived his fists.