Chapter 2157: Actually Forgot Such an Important Thing

While his wounds were being treated, Jiang Mobai wore a blank expression.

Seeing this, Qingkong deliberately pressed hard on the corner of Jiang Mobai's split lip.

"Hiss!"

Jiang Mobai finally had a reaction.

He even widened his eyes and glared at Qingkong.

Qingkong explained with a guilty conscience: "I was just testing to see if your facial nerves had died."

"My facial nerves are fine, but..."

Jiang Mobai suddenly leaned close to Qingkong and said very earnestly: "I think I'm sick. Why don't you find someone to hypnotize me?"

"Huh? Hypnotize?"

"That's right! After hypnosis, one can hear the secrets in their heart. I want to hear how the real me evaluates this matter."

At this moment, Jiang Mobai had already begun to doubt his own memory.

He was thinking that perhaps his memory really had become disordered...

Qingkong felt this line of thought was a bit dangerous.

If it continued, it would be easy to walk into a dead end and not come out.

But Qingkong had no words to soothe him, so he could only say first: "Let's get your injuries healed."

As he spoke, Qingkong continued to apply medicine to Jiang Mobai.

Jiang Mobai did not continue the previous topic either.

It seemed that it was just something he had said casually.

Because neither of them spoke, the room fell into silence.

But this silence did not last long before it was broken by a cell phone ringtone.

Jiang Mobai glanced at it.

Seeing it was an unfamiliar number, he ignored it.

In the end, Qingkong was so annoyed by the noise that he raised his hand and pressed the speakerphone button.

"Mobai, it's me, Wang Zijian!"

The voice on the other end was full of vigor.

Jiang Mobai, however, said lazily: "Don't know you, hang up."

"Hey, hey, hey, don't hang up! How could you not know me? It's me, Little Jianjian!"

Mentioning this nickname, Jiang Mobai finally had an impression.

This person was also a friend from the gathering back then.

Jiang Mobai's eyes flickered, and he said seriously: "Sorry, we haven't been in touch for a long time. Hearing your big name suddenly, I didn't react in time."

"Hehe, it has been many years since we were in touch."

Before making this call, Wang Zijian had been feeling anxious.

But after chatting for these two sentences, he felt that Jiang Mobai's temper was quite normal.

Therefore, Wang Zijian could not help but make an assumption: "Little Zhou said you beat him up; he was just spouting nonsense, right?"

"No, we did fight."

Jiang Mobai's flat sentence shattered Wang Zijian's fantasy.

He also let his face fall on his side of the phone and muttered: "So you really are going to beat up everyone from that gathering back then?"

After finishing, he sighed up at the sky again: "If you want to beat us, then beat us; we can't resist anyway. If it really comes to that, I'll just have my mom give me some psychological rehabilitation afterward."

Wang Zijian was deliberately playing the victim.

He was still hinting to Jiang Mobai that if Jiang Mobai insisted on taking action, it would cause him psychological trauma.

This psychological pain was not easy to heal.

Jiang Mobai had better think twice!

In reality, Jiang Mobai did indeed think it over carefully.

Then he asked: "Is your mother a Doctor of psychology?"

"Yes!"

"Then can she hypnotize me?"

"... Huh?"

Wang Zijian did not understand Jiang Mobai's train of thought.

He didn't know if this guy was being sarcastic or if there was some deeper meaning.

But what deeper meaning could Jiang Mobai have?

He simply, purely, wanted to be hypnotized...

Qingkong heard Jiang Mobai's conversation with his friend from the side.

He was left speechless.

Raising his hand to rub his forehead, Qingkong explained for Jiang Mobai: "He hasn't been resting well lately and his words are incoherent, don't mind him."

The unfamiliar voice made Wang Zijian ask guardedly: "Who are you?"

"I am..."

"Oh, I know, you're that photographer who follows Mobai around, right?"

The other party was quite good at guessing.

From this, it could also be inferred that Qingkong had become famous in their circle.

Qingkong opened his mouth to acknowledge his identity and added: "Today's events have given you all a scare. Once Mobai has calmed down a bit, he will give you all an explanation."

"He won't come to beat us up, will he?"

"No, he won't."

Wang Zijian just wanted to relax, but then asked suspiciously: "Is your promise reliable?"

Upon hearing this, Qingkong hurriedly nudged Jiang Mobai with his arm, signaling him to say something.

Then, Jiang Mobai's lazy voice sounded: "Mm, I won't lay a hand on you."

This time, Wang Zijian could finally relax.

While relaxing, he even began to reflect on himself: "Actually, we did some things wrong back then too, for example, we shouldn't have randomly critiqued that girl's love poems. Sigh, young and reckless!"

Wang Zijian was lamenting.

Qingkong, however, caught the keyword.

Love poems?

He hadn't heard of this before, so he looked at Jiang Mobai.

But as he turned his head, Qingkong noticed that Jiang Mobai's expression had changed.

He saw that his previously blank eyes suddenly had a spark.

He even muttered: "Such an important thing, how could I have forgotten..."

"Huh? Mobai, you..."

"Let's not talk about it for now, let's chat another day!"

Jiang Mobai interrupted his friend and hurriedly hung up the phone.

Afterwards, he stood up and was about to leave.

Qingkong hurriedly stopped him: "What are you doing?"

"Going home to find something!"

"Now?"

"Yes, right now!"

"Then aren't you afraid of letting your family see your injuries?"

This...

Qingkong reminded Jiang Mobai.

He paused his movements, then sat back down.

At this moment, Jiang Mobai was not fit to appear in front of his family.

But... Qingkong could!

Jiang Mobai gripped Qingkong's shoulders, his tone impatient: "Go back and help me find something under the pretext of getting a change of clothes!"

"Find the love poems?"

"Yes, I've treasured them for so many years! If I really looked down on Kexuan, why would I have kept them so well?"

Jiang Mobai felt this was excellent evidence that could prove his feelings for Su Kexuan.

With these feelings, how could he have looked down on Su Kexuan back then?

Jiang Mobai no longer doubted himself.

He even saw hope.

Qingkong then said: "I can do you this favor, but not today."

"Why!?"

Qingkong didn't answer but asked instead: "How do you plan to explain today's absurd behavior to your family later?"

"Drank too much, caused trouble."

"Mm, if you drank too much, you should be unconscious. Would the 'you' in that state order me to go get clothes? That's something to be done the next day, after you've sobered up!"

This...

Fine, what Qingkong said made sense.

Jiang Mobai could only be patient and wait a little longer.

Seeing that Jiang Mobai was no longer impulsive, Qingkong patted his shoulder and said:

"Don't be anxious, the thing is safely kept there and can't grow legs and run away. You, on the other hand, should rest well and recover your energy first."

Jiang Mobai didn't speak; he gently closed his eyes.

The next day—

Before Qingkong left, Jiang Mobai gave him all sorts of instructions.

He even told him how to speak so as to lower his mother's suspicion of them.

But Jiang Mobai was overthinking.

Jiang Baobao didn't suspect anything at all.

Because as soon as Qingkong met her, he gave a rough account of what happened yesterday.

Jiang Baobao shook her head as she listened: "That naughty kid!"

Li Beijue's expression darkened instantly; he stared coldly at Jiang Baobao, his voice laced with a hint of danger: "What did you just say?"