Gamers Are Fierce-Chapter 85 Sprained Ankle

"You’re quite cheeky."

"..."

The old woman glanced at Li Ang, then at the surveillance camera high above the intersection. The deep, ravine-like wrinkles on her face twitched violently a few times, and her pale lips mumbled. In the end, however, she said nothing. She imperceptibly moved back a step, lowered her head, and pretended she hadn’t seen Li Ang.

She didn’t mind an extra meal, but right now, under a surveillance camera, and considering the Special Affairs Bureau might come after her, it was best to hold back for now.

The old woman remained silent. Li Ang, however, stepped forward, pretended to let out a long, drunken belch, and asked with concern, "What’s wrong? Why aren’t you talking? Was it my armpit sweat? Did it overwhelm you?"

Damn armpit sweat! Will you die if you don’t talk?

It felt as if ten thousand alpacas were stampeding across her heart. After taking a few deep breaths, she decided to ignore the drunkard.

Li Ang lifted his arm, sniffed his armpit, and confirmed there was no odor. Then, he angrily questioned her, "There’s no smell! Why won’t you talk to me? Are you looking down on me? I’ll have you know, I’m a distinguished Green Diamond QQ member! No one can ignore me!"

Oh, you’re really something else, aren’t you?

The old woman’s eye twitched, and she turned her head away.

Finally, the green light came on. She picked up her cloth bag and shakily began to walk down the curb and onto the crosswalk.

Li Ang quickly followed, catching up in a couple of steps to match her pace. He lifted his legs high and swung his arms, pretending to sprint while humming the theme song from Rocky, "Gonna Fly Now."

"DUN DUN DUN~~ DUN DUN DUN~ DUN DUN DUN~~ DUN DUN DUN~"

The song was uplifting and motivating, perfect for a night run. But to the old woman’s ears, it was nothing but noise.

She unconsciously quickened her pace. Li Ang leisurely sped up, staying shoulder to shoulder with her.

The old woman felt as if thousands of flies were buzzing in her ears. The irritation was unbearable, and a flame of malice and anger surged fiercely within her.

She just pushed forward, crossing the zebra stripes. The moment she stepped onto the opposite curb, she pretended to slip and staggered, falling to the ground.

CRACK—

The sound of bone hitting pavement was especially clear at the deserted, silent intersection.

"Ouch, ouch..."

The old woman cried out in pain. She shifted to sit on the roadside curb, clutching her ankle and rocking it.

Seeing this, Li Ang took a step back, feigning a shocked look. "Granny, I didn’t touch you! You can’t frame me for this; there’s a camera here."

"Ouch."

The old woman moaned weakly a few times, still holding her ankle. Then she sighed, "Young man, you didn’t hit me; I slipped on my own. Sigh, when people get old, they just aren’t as capable."

"Hey, you can’t say that. An old warhorse may still yearn for distant battles," Li Ang consoled her. "Uncle Zhang, who used to live across from my house, has loved boxing since he was young. Even now, at over eighty, he can still go through two or three sets of military boxing routines.

"Last time, his grandson tried to hang himself from the living room fan. The very moment he kicked away the chair, Uncle Zhang got all fired up and put on his boxing gloves."

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The old woman opened her mouth, unsure what to say. It took her a while to catch her breath before she said faintly, "Young man, I’ve twisted my ankle. Could you please help me home?"

"What are you trying to pull?"

Li Ang instantly became vigilant, clutching his chest. "I’m warning you, I’m not that kind of casual person.

"Last time, I had an online romance with a certain older woman I met online. She pulled my sleeve and invited me to her house that evening for a heart-to-heart talk with her and her daughter. My heart was pounding. I didn’t even think twice and agreed right away.

"But when I got there that evening, I saw her seventy-year-old mother sitting in front of a mirror, meticulously applying heavy makeup..."

Heart-to-heart my ass! Who’d want to sleep with you?! Why don’t you take a piss and look at your own reflection?!

The old woman’s urge to retort was nearly boiling over. She suppressed her almost contorted expression and managed a forced smile. "Young man, you’re overthinking it. I just want you to help me get home. Sigh, my son and daughter are both out of town, and there’s really no one at home. How about... I pay you?"

"Money?"

Li Ang’s expression turned serious. He frowned and chided, "Granny, that’s where you’re wrong. Didn’t I say talking about money strains the relationship? And come on, between you and me, what’s the big deal? Let’s start with an advance of five million."

"..." It was hard for the old woman to maintain her smile. "Would five hundred be okay?"

"Whoa, you’re a real haggling expert."

Li Ang nodded. He walked over to her, squatted down, and extended his hands behind him. "Climb on."

"Hmm..."

A barely detectable smile flashed across the old woman’s face. She slowly stood up on one leg and climbed onto Li Ang’s back.

Li Ang braced himself for her weight and slowly stood up. He looked around the intersection. "Which direction is your house?"

"Over there." The old woman pointed northwest and whispered, "Just a few blocks ahead."

To the northwest lay an urban village, filled with old houses twenty or thirty years old. The alleys were narrow, the buildings low, and surveillance blind spots were numerous.

That was her temporary residence.

"Alright, hold on tight! Thomas the Tank Engine is departing!"

Li Ang lifted his legs high and charged forward. The old woman felt the wind rush past her ears, and she could barely keep her eyes open.

So fast!

After rushing only a few dozen meters, Li Ang suddenly slowed down, panting heavily. "Oh dear, I’m exhausted! Granny, now it’s your turn to carry me."

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The old woman on Li Ang’s back was utterly bewildered. She blinked her eyes repeatedly, doing her best to look completely innocent.

Fortunately, he was just joking and didn’t throw the old woman to the ground.

Li Ang slowed his pace. Carrying the old woman, he asked intermittently, "Granny, what’s your surname?"

The old woman, worried she might be dropped if she didn’t respond, hesitated for a moment before saying, "...Hu."

Li Ang nodded. "I’m not asking if you’re happy; I’m asking for your surname."

A vein throbbed on the old woman’s forehead. "My surname IS Hu!"

Li Ang frowned. "I know you’re happy, but I’m asking for your surname. Understand? Your family name, the first character of your name." frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

The old woman felt her blood pressure rising again. "My surname is Hu... The ’Hu’ from ’Gu’ and ’Yue’."

"Oh, now that you put it that way, I get it," Li Ang said, nodding. "Granny Gu Yuehu, what about your husband?"

"He’s dead," the old woman replied irritably. "Drowned while electrofishing."

"Ah? My apologies, I didn’t mean to bring up a painful memory."

Li Ang said empathetically, "Sigh, I also enjoyed electrofishing when I was in the countryside. After moving to the city, I kept thinking about how to relive that thrill. Too bad the staff at the municipal swimming pool absolutely refused to let me take my electric fishing gear into the water."

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