Chapter 364: Your Wife Isn

So should we break out and stop their fun? Or report Teacher Xiang Xiushu's affair to the committee? "Stop kidding, I wouldn't do that," Bai Lang thought. In fact he wanted to climb the wall to see how strong the teacher was, "Looking at his physique and vital energy, he might be pretty strong in that regard." Then Bai Lang remembered the two gaunt old men in the office......

But Bai Lang ultimately did nothing; he just squatted over the toilet for a while, watched a few debauched couples enter the inn, then stood up and left.

Back at the rented apartment, Bai Lang was surprised to find Teng Tian Taozi standing outside the door looking a bit helpless; as a neighbor he asked, "What's wrong? Is there anything I can help with?"

No need to ask further, because Bai Lang had already seen it—today Teng Tian Gang returned unusually early for some unknown reason, reeking of alcohol and collapsed at the doorway, unable to move. It seemed Taozi couldn't drag him inside—though Teng Tian Gang appears short and thin to Bai Lang, he still weighs about 130‑140 jin, so Taozi might not be able to lift him.

Mrs. Teng looked embarrassed at Bai Lang and said, "Please, could you help me get him onto the bed." Bai Lang smiled, lifted Teng Tian Gang in one hand, and a few steps later reached the large bed they shared. "Should I just leave him here? He'll probably vomit, but I'm bothering you, madam." Seeing Taozi's face turn red, Bai Lang did not seize the opportunity and simply nodded before walking out.

"Great! There'll likely be more opportunities later," Bai Lang said, a triumphant smile spreading across his face. He closed the door as he left. He guessed that soon Teng Tian Gang's close friend would come to comfort Taozi. At that moment Bai Lang was recalling the so‑called online big‑data statistics on infidelity rates, humming a tune as he returned to his room and began seriously searching the internet for information on fighting.

Sure enough, whether it's Street Fighter or King of Fighters, both are R‑rated programs, originally not allowed for minors—because they feature punches that hit flesh, with plenty of violent, bloody scenes. Moreover, both competitions are contract‑based—while the arena officially does not encourage killing and there are emergency stops and rescues, participants still suffer casualties. In terms of numbers, each tournament typically results in one or two deaths.

In practice the R rating is meaningless; as soon as a tournament starts, shops all over the street play fighting videos, ignoring any age restrictions. The reason Bai Lang hadn't noticed earlier was first that he was focused on something else, and second that these two fighting contests are held once every three years, staggered so that one year falls blank. "Whoa, the registration deadline is a month away… where will I find the other two teammates?"

Are there such experts in high school academies? After carefully reviewing past participant records, Bai Lang found that there are, and quite a few. This year's cohort might include someone like Ma Gong Yadenna, a celebrity who is also a high‑school student; he hadn't seen anyone else. "Registration hasn't closed yet, so there will definitely be participants later." Bai He Academy certainly has none, but high schools in Dong Jing Du should have entrants.

Because there is a dojo; the famous dojo in Hachioji is not near Bai He Academy.

With about a month left, Bai Lang wasn't in a hurry. The next day was the weekend, so he decided to go to Di Zhonghai's place for a little extortion game—after all, that old guy uses his lower parts to harass people, which deserves punishment. Given his strength and speed, he's probably a veteran, so he won't get off easy. Bai Lang didn't intend to extort money, just to scare him a bit. The old guy didn't live far; Bai Lang arrived a little after ten in the morning.

It was a typical Japanese single‑family house; the Western‑style one was also quite handsome. Bai Lang saw Di Zhonghai in the courtyard, the guy fiddling with a golf club, and a middle‑aged woman walking back and forth behind him—undoubtedly Di Zhonghai's wife. "Huh? His wife looks pretty good, why would she still…?" Bai Lang was instantly confused; Di Zhonghai's wife had a good figure, a bit plump, and her appearance reminded him of the teacher Song Xia Sha Rongzi he had seen before crossing over.

Soon after, Bai Lang saw two girls, one older and one younger; the older was about the same age as Ban Tian, the younger seemed to be a primary‑school student. "Shameless bastard, he can even lay a hand on a girl the size of his own daughter," Bai Lang spat, but then saw the lady walk over to massage Di Zhonghai's shoulders while the two daughters ran over to chat with their family. Bai Lang sighed again, a flood of AV‑related thoughts passing through his mind.

Bai Lang pulled out a confession document, tore it up casually, then glanced at Di Zhonghai again—this time Di Zhonghai lifted his head and met Bai Lang's eyes. Bai Lang clearly saw fear in Di Zhonghai's gaze; after making a firing‑squad hand gesture, he turned and walked away. Of course, Bai Lang didn't notice the lady look up, casting a doubtful glance at his back. "Next time I see him, I'll beat him up," Bai Lang decided.

He decided to have Ban Tian beat him, which would require teaching the glasses girl how to strike without hurting herself. As for whether the glasses girl could injure the old guy, Bai Lang thought it unlikely. "At most a few slaps; I don't think Ban Tian is the type to deliver a brutal blow." Bai Lang wondered if Ban Tian would kick him in the groin. "Hahaha, if she can't do it, she can't."

But with Di Zhonghai's wife like that, the man still goes out and does this; he's truly an incorrigible lecher. "Hey, maybe it's because he can't satisfy his wife and the pressure is too great, so he vents on young girls in the tram?" One has to admit that the hotter atmosphere of Dong Jing still influences Bai Lang, making him a bit more reckless. The aura of the junior guard and deputy faded, replaced instead by a dignified gentleman's bearing.

The senior gentleman always looks at things from a lowly perspective, but he is actually a man of great righteousness, and Bai Lang is no different—seeing that the family is relatively harmonious, Bai Lang decided to let the guy go, essentially just giving him a beating. If it were a real Ya Ku Za, Di Zhonghai's entire family would probably suffer misfortune; at the very least his wife and daughters could end up in a terrible situation.

Bai Lang wouldn't do such a thing; after tearing up the paper, he wandered around nearby, planning to have lunch before deciding who to recruit for the tournament—one option was to use Ban Tian as a filler, since she wouldn't need to be on the field, allowing Bai Lang to take on three opponents by himself. "Someone following?" As a martial artist, Bai Lang naturally sensed a gaze from behind; the wind told him that someone far behind was tracking him.