Chapter 63 They Want to Know Me, Not Me

"So why did you bother him?" Zhang Daqing pinched his chin and asked with his head tilted.

"..."

Li Zhaoquan scratched his head.

"There are a lot of girls here, so I just want to show off..."

Zhang Daqing was speechless: "You are a fool, you are really not afraid of trouble. He is not alone. Even if he is really bullied by you, the 'Little Dragon King' Meng Boshan may come to your dojo tomorrow to challenge him."

"It's just a hand, I won't really do anything to him, I have found a reason." Li Zhaoquan looked confident.

Zhang Daqing rolled his eyes and was too lazy to say more.

"Hiss... The bone is really broken, this person is not normal, we must not provoke him..." Li Zhaoquan rubbed his arm.

Zhang Daqing waved his hand quickly: "What do you mean by 'we'? Come on, I have nothing to do with you. I have always been looking at him with a warm and friendly look..."

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"Huh? Is it over?"

A group of rich and noble young men and women were a little confused.

These two people looked like they were going to have a conflict, how come it ended after just shaking hands for a while?

Ye Chenglin looked at Pei Tiancheng.

"Pei, what do you think, what happened?"

The rest of the people in the small circle also looked at him.

Pei Tiancheng smiled, took a sip of the wine in the glass, and said: "That's 'shaking hands'. Between martial artists with high enough skills, if two people want to test each other's skills, they can know the approximate level of each other by just shaking hands, without really fighting."

A group of second-generation people who have never been exposed to these things on weekdays suddenly felt it was amazing and shouted in surprise.

"So they have already tested each other just now? Pei, who do you think has the upper hand?"

Ye Chenglin said with interest.

"Needless to say, it must be this handsome guy." A girl immediately said, staring at Xue Jing with shining eyes.

"That big meat bear ran so fast, he must have lost." Another girl immediately said.

A young man with a slicked-back hair next to him couldn't help but feel a little jealous: "Hey, hey, you guys who only care about faces, don't just recognize faces. This is a competition of kung fu, not a beauty pageant. Master Pei, you know the most here, what do you think?"

Pei Tiancheng looked at Xue Jing and said in a gentle voice: "I think this boy is stronger."

"See, I said, he must have won!" The girl immediately smiled like a flower.

"Master Pei, Master Pei, what about you, who is stronger between you and him?" Someone suddenly said.

Pei Tiancheng smiled, showing a hint of confidence on his face.

"It's not easy to compare, I'm a little older than him."

As soon as he said this, the people present were no fools and understood what he meant.

This is to say that he is better than the other party, but he modestly uses the reason of being older.

"Wow~" The group of people admired him.

Pei Youguang hesitated on his rich face and stammered: "Uh, that... I know him."

"Huh?"

Everyone turned their eyes to Pei Youguang.

Pei Ershao, who had been ignored intentionally or unintentionally, suddenly received so much attention and was a little restless.

"Oh? Pei Ershao knows him?"

Ye Chenglin looked strange.

"Yes, he is a senior from the same school as me." Pei Youguang said, and couldn't help but reach out to touch his nose, which had almost recovered but still hurt.

He was beaten up by him some time ago... he added in his heart.

"Pei Ershao... Can you introduce him to us?" A girl in a sexy off-shoulder dress said to Pei Youguang with shining eyes.

The European Cup with deep ravines made Pei Youguang dizzy.

This was the first time a girl took the initiative to talk to him after he followed Pei Tiancheng to this small group, and called him Pei Ershao.

"Pei Ershao, please, please."

"Just introduce us to someone..."

Other rich ladies also spoke up, and for a moment, Pei Youguang had the illusion that he was actually very popular.

Introducing them to Brother Jing... shouldn't be a problem.

Except for a little worry about whether his body can bear it...

Just when Pei Youguang was already dazed, Pei Tiancheng glanced at him.

"Youguang."

Pei Youguang immediately looked clear and said quickly: "Brother!"

Pei Tiancheng smiled and said gently: "I also want to meet this kind of young hero..."

"Trouble you."

Pei Youguang didn't dare to refute, and bowed his head and said: "Yes..."

...

After shaking hands with the man named Li Zhaoquan, although Xue Jing felt a little puzzled, he didn't care.

He walked around the hall for a while and saw a long buffet table next to him, so he walked over and wanted to get something to eat.

He took a plate from the tableware table next to the table and looked at the dazzling array of dishes. Xue Jing was a little confused.

"Brother Jing, Brother Jing!"

A voice called from the side, Xue Jing turned around and saw a well-dressed young man in a black suit.

It was Pei Youguang?

He raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, and said, "It's Youguang, why are you here?"

Pei Youguang smiled, lifted his collar, and said, "I came to attend the banquet, and I didn't expect to see you here."

"Brother Jing, I saw you and that big guy 'shaking hands' just now, it's amazing."

He gave a thumbs up.

Xue Jing picked up a meatball from the buffet table and said, "Oh? Did you see it?"

Pei Youguang scratched his head, a little embarrassed: "I didn't see it... Actually, my eldest brother told me, he said you won."

The two chatted for a while, Pei Youguang pondered for a moment and said:

"Brother Jing, my eldest brother wants to meet you..."

Xue Jing seemed not to hear, stretched out his hand to pick up the fried meatball on the plate with a fork, put it in his mouth and took a bite, chewed for a while, and swallowed it.

Pei Youguang quickly added: "He said you are a young hero, he admires you very much, just want to meet you, brother Jing, my eldest brother is very powerful, he is a genius who entered the inner ring university by the "martial arts exam"..."

"There are many people over there, all want to make friends with you, all of them are young men and women in the upper circle of Qingcheng..."

Seeing that he was a little anxious, Xue Jing put down the plate, took a tissue from the table, and wiped his fingers slowly.

Then he smiled and said, "Youguang, you may have some misunderstandings."

He put his hand on Pei Youguang's shoulder, and the smile on his lips was a little cold.

"Whether it's your brother, the various second-generations in your circle, or the passers-by working in the roadside convenience store."

"If they want to get to know me and make friends, it's not a problem. I welcome it."

"But if they really want to make friends with me, let them come to me themselves."

"If you want something, you should fight for it yourself, instead of waiting for others to deliver it to your door."

After a pause, Xue Jing said softly, "It's them who want to know me, not me who wants to know them. Don't make a mistake."

After speaking, he patted Pei Youguang's shoulder and turned away.

Pei Youguang stayed there, stunned for a long time, and then suddenly panicked.

It's over, he messed up.

Pei Youguang felt like falling into an ice cave.

He could feel that at that moment, the relationship between him and Brother Jing had become much colder.

Only then did he realize that his way of "introduction" was a bit humiliating to Xue Jing.

Wanting to get to know him, but not taking the initiative to come, but letting others come and call him over...

This way of bossing him around was undoubtedly condescending.

As if Xue Jing was honored to know them, with a sense of rightness.

Even this, probably even they themselves did not realize.

Pei Youguang looked at Xue Jing's straight and strong back like a pine tree, and wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a word.

It's over, he screwed up...

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