Don't be a Kept Man

Chapter 118: Young But Feels Old and Mature

He was deep in the mud pool, and yet he could not not lift up his head to look at their unlimited and promising futures.

Wen Chuo pressed down these complicated feelings. Remembering that he had a group battle in the afternoon, he forced himself to focus and log online. A few hundred bucks came into his account, but his heart held no more of that joy from before. Looking around this cramped and old apartment surrounding him, he suddenly felt how small he was, as if he was only one of the most average and normal out of the millions in the world.

Wen Chuo didn't do anything else, only grabbing his jacket, and silently left the apartment. He wandered around on the streets like he had in the past, but this time, he didn't go and get drunk on alcohol. Right now, at this time, he didn't want to see anyone, only wanting to be by himself.

Slowly and unknowingly, the night had already descended. Bai Yang put the tablecloth back in its place and then took a look at the clock hanging on the wall. Preparing to head home, he was watched very curiously and strangely by Liu Meng Meng,

"Going home this early?"

The chubby chef in the back was also preparing to leave and he laughed as he said,

"Why won't you leave when it's time? You don't even give overtime."

Liu Meng Meng rolled her eyes and ignored him. She organized the money in the cash register and then used a key to lock the door. She originally thought that Bai Yang would be like usual, grabbing a bag to pick wasted materials, but instead, she saw him walk around the corner of the alleyway to head home.

Liu Meng Meng muttered under her breath to herself,

"Weird, so weird."

Wen Chuo was normally the king of troublemakers. But there were times where his courage was smaller than small. And it was as if Bai Yang knew that he had been scared out of his mind yesterday, and he purposefully went home early. Following the faint yellow lights of the stairway, he rustled out his keys to open the door, only to find that it was completely dark inside, without a single hint of light.

He turned on the light and the living room brightened up for a few seconds before dimming back down, as if the lightbulb was almost at the end of its life.

Bai Yang stood in the doorway, a bit confused with his eyebrows wrinkled. As if he couldn't really understand why Wen Chuo was not home. After a few seconds passed, he closed the door back up and went back out to go find him.

Not at the arcade.

Not at the bar.

Not at the internet cafe either.

These places were a bit far from home, and in the slight breezy cold temperatures of the night, Bai Yang's back was overflowing with sweat. He leaned against the wall to take a break before continuing to search each and every place.

At this time of night, all those wandering on the streets were pretty much troublemakers, thugs. Seeing Bai Yang, they had a curious look on them from the rare sight. One of them, a long haired man who acted very feminine, stared at Bai Yang's clean young look for a bit, before walking over from the midst of his laughing companions. He rested his arm across Bai Yang's shoulders and said,

"Little brother, are you bored by yourself? This big brother will bring you somewhere fun to play. Bet you will be feeling out of this world."

One hand was about to drop onto Bai Yang's waist when he was suddenly pushed away with force. The effeminate guy stumbled backwards a few steps, as if unable to believe that such an idiot could even fight back. After a moment of his shock passed, his face couldn't hold up his smiling expression and he was about to slap a hand over. Yet he suddenly met up with Bai Yang's dark eyes, full of an unspeakable lurking darkness and surging glint of cold ruthlessness, and froze up.