PFC Chapter 807 Bai Manjun's Telegram for Help
Chapter 807 Bai Manjun's Telegram for Help
As the days passed, the sunlight in Yunmiao Village seemed gentler than usual. Life in the windy courtyard flowed quietly in a delicate balance and harmony.
Ever since Xu Hongdou and Chen Nanxing received Lin Bufan's "gift from Planet El", Nana and Da Mai would occasionally glance at the wrists and necks of the two with a hint of barely perceptible envy. Although they didn't say it, Lin Bufan clearly saw the meaning in their eyes.
So that evening, before discussing the script with Damai and Nana, Lin Bufan presented two more gifts!
Nana's earrings were minimalist in design, with the main body in an abstract teardrop shape. The surface shimmered with a warm, iridescent sheen, like mother-of-pearl, and from the side, they resembled a dewdrop about to fall. Lin Bufan explained that they were called "Dawn Dew," formed from the first drop of dew that condensed on the Eternal Flower at dawn on El Star. Wearing them could bring peace of mind and help one forget worries.
What Lin Bufan gave Damai was a seemingly ordinary wooden relief fountain pen. The pen body was made of warm, dark brown wood, carved with intricate and mysterious star patterns, and the nib was a rare dark gold. Lin Bufan mysteriously told her that this was the "Pen of Inspiration," from the Great Library of El Star. Writing with this pen could sometimes capture fragments of words from the depths of the stars, sparking unexpected inspiration.
Sure enough, when people are excited, they do forget some of the pain—that night, Da Mai, Nana, and Lin Bufan, in their excitement, discussed the script all night long, which caused Da Mai to be unsteady on his feet the next day!
The unusual behavior of the two naturally did not escape the notice of Xu Hongdou, the top detective of Youfeng Courtyard.
Therefore, Xu Hongdou got angry again!
However, this time, Xu Hongdou's anger came and went even faster. There was nothing she could do. After losing Chen Nanxing, her "traitorous" ally, Xu Hongdou, facing Lin Bufan alone, felt that having Nana and Damai was not such a bad thing after all!
Meanwhile, the relationship between Hu Youyu and Bai Manjun was also rapidly warming up amidst the swaying lights and songs of the bar. Hu Youyu went to sing at the town's bar every night, and Bai Manjun almost never missed a show, always sitting in the seat closest to the stage, listening quietly with gentle and focused eyes.
When Hu Youyu sang love songs, his gaze would involuntarily drift towards her, and Bai Manjun would return a faint smile. The regulars and staff at the bar noticed this and often teased Hu Youyu behind his back, saying he had "found his most loyal number one fan and potential girlfriend." Hu Youyu would blush every time, but when he sang love songs, he became even more deeply immersed in the music.
That night, the moon was bright and the stars were few. A gentle breeze blew through the quiet courtyard, where only the chirping of insects could be heard.
Lin Bufan sat cross-legged on the carpet in Damai's room, eloquently describing the grand spectacle of the "Double Moon Festival" on El Star: "...At that time, the two moons would be at their closest point, the sky wouldn't be black, but a dreamy blue-purple, and the whole planet would be filled with shimmering light, like dandelions, but glowing, and feeling warm and cozy when they landed on you..."
Da Mai hugged his knees, his eyes shining as he listened, his fingers tapping unconsciously on his knees, clearly frantically absorbing inspiration.
Suddenly, Lin Bufan's phone, which was lying to the side, vibrated violently, and the name "Sister Manjun" flashed on the screen.
Lin Bufan, a little annoyed at being interrupted, answered, "Hello, Sister Manjun?"
On the other end of the phone, Bai Manjun's voice was filled with obvious anxiety and panting: "Bufan! Come to the back alley of the bar quickly! Xiaoyu... he's been beaten up! There are several of them, and they're saying... saying he was a homewrecker and caused their breakup! I can't stop them, you have to come and help!"
"Hold on, I'll be right there!" After hanging up the phone, Lin Bufan jumped up, his face full of excitement at the prospect of watching the spectacle.
Da Mai looked up in confusion: "President Lin, what's wrong? Who called?"
"Hu Youyu's in trouble!" Lin Bufan said rapidly as he quickly put on his shoes, "Hu Youyu's been a homewrecker, and now she's been caught in bed with someone else's husband. Sister Manjun wants me to go see what's going on... oops... I mean, she wants me to go rescue Hu Youyu!"
"Alright, go to sleep early. I'll tell you about my battle with the aliens tomorrow!" With that, Lin Bufan rushed out of Da Mai's room like a gust of wind.
As Lin Bufan rushed out of the barley room, he nearly bumped into Nana, who was carrying a fruit platter. Nana's hand wobbled, and a few grapes almost rolled off. She steadied the platter and, watching Lin Bufan's hurried back, called out, "President Lin! Why are you running so fast?"
Da Mai poked her head out from the doorway, her face still flushed with excitement at the prospect of hearing a story. She lowered her voice, but her tone couldn't hide her excitement as she "revealed" the scoop: "Nana! Sister Manjun just called and said that Teacher Hu... Teacher Hu got a married woman pregnant! Now her husband has come to the bar and is waiting for an explanation from Teacher Hu! President Lin has rushed to the rescue!"
"What?!" Nana's eyes widened instantly. "So...so exciting? No, so serious?!" Almost instinctively, she shoved the fruit plate into Da Mai's hands. "Help me hold this! I have to go help Teacher Hu!" Before she finished speaking, she had already rushed out of the courtyard.
As soon as Lin Bufan started his motorcycle parked outside the yard, Nana jumped onto the back seat, panting, "Wait for me! I'm coming too!"
"Hold on tight!" Lin Bufan twisted the throttle, and the motorcycle shot off like an arrow, leaving a swift trail of light on the quiet village road at night.
What should have been a 20-minute journey, Lin Bufan covered in less than 10 minutes, all to watch the excitement—no, to help Hu Youyu out of a predicament!
When they arrived at the back alley of the bar, they saw Bai Manjun standing in the dim light, holding a long-handled broom tightly in both hands, like a mother hen protecting her chicks, blocking the entrance to the public toilet. Her face was pale, but her eyes were resolute.
Three men, clearly intoxicated, were standing in front of the restroom, trying to get around Bai Manjun.
Clearly, their target, the person Bai Manjun was protecting—Hu Youyu—was hiding in this public restroom!
"Hey beautiful, can you move aside?" The boy in the black baseball cap sounded annoyed, but still somewhat restrained. "We're looking for that bastard inside! A man like him, messing around outside, stealing someone's girlfriend who was about to get married, is he even human? Why are you still protecting him?"
Bai Manjun stood her ground, her voice trembling slightly with tension: "Xiaoyu said you've got the wrong person! He doesn't know the person you're talking about!"
"Don't you know him?" The boy with the gray hat backwards scoffed, pointing to the restroom door. "Why are you running away if you don't know him? Isn't that just being guilty? If you're so capable, make him explain himself to your face! Move aside and let us in to ask him directly!"
"Don't even think about it!" Bai Manjun waved the broom wildly. "I'm warning you, don't come any closer! This broom... this broom is for cleaning toilets!"
Lin Bufan and Nana parked their car and walked over, standing a few steps away watching the scene unfold. Lin Bufan stroked his chin and commented with an air of seriousness, "Sister Manjun lacks experience. In a situation like this, she should have used a mop. As the saying goes, a mop sticks to poop, and whoever it pokes will die; a water gun sprays urine, and whoever gets sprayed will scream. With either of these two magical tools, one would be invincible. Taking down three mere thugs would be a piece of cake."
Nana was so angry when she heard Lin Bufan still joking that she stamped her foot and said, "What time is it? How can you still be in the mood to say these things!" Then she ran over to Bai Manjun.
As Lin Bufan followed, he muttered, "What do you mean by saying all this? These are all wise sayings, the culmination of countless people's experiences over thousands of years! They are very useful, and might even save your life in a critical moment someday."
As they spoke, the two had already arrived.
When the three boys saw that more people had arrived, and one of them was a very handsome guy, their eyes immediately turned hostile—"You can't hit women, but you can't hit me?"
"Are you guys in cahoots?" The boy in the black baseball cap sized up Lin Bufan.
Lin Bufan shrugged, looking completely matter-of-fact: "It's obvious."
The boy in the black baseball cap sized him up and down, his tone becoming even more aggressive: "So you're here to stand up for him too? I advise you to mind your own business! That bastard inside is all talk and no action, stealing someone's girlfriend, what kind of man is he?"
Lin Bufan slowly took a step forward, blocking Nana and Bai Manjun's path, a playful smile on his face: "Stand up for them? You could say that. The main thing is that the one you hit... is my good-for-nothing disciple. My disciple got beaten up, and as his master, I can't just pretend I didn't see it, can I? It would be too embarrassing if word got out."
"Master?" The boy with the gray hat backwards sneered. "Teaching him how to seduce other people's wives? You're no better than him! Perfect, I'll take care of you too!"
The boy in the striped cardigan didn't say anything, but the hostility in his eyes was obvious, and he clenched his fist.
"Take me down?" Lin Bufan chuckled, cracking his knuckles. "Young man, don't get so hot-tempered, it's bad for your health. Here, the three of you come at me together, I'm in a hurry."
These words thoroughly enraged the three men opposite them. The boy in the black baseball cap cursed and was the first to charge forward, throwing a punch. Seeing this, the other two also surrounded them from the left and right.
Facing the three attackers, Lin Bufan barely moved his feet. He simply sidestepped the black-hatted boy's straight punch, his left hand swiftly grabbing the boy's wrist and pressing it down, while his right elbow gently pressed against the boy's ribs. The black-hatted boy groaned, clutching his stomach and staggering backward.
Almost simultaneously, the boy wearing the gray hat backwards threw a punch at his face. Lin Bufan tilted his head, parried with his right hand, and with his left hand forming a palm, he pushed and pulled the boy away from the force of the punch. The boy felt an irresistible force coming at him, and he staggered several steps to the side, almost crashing into the wall.
Seeing his two companions instantly at a disadvantage, the boy in the cardigan tensed, but he had already rushed forward and couldn't stop himself, throwing a hook punch at Lin Bufan's chin. Lin Bufan didn't retreat but advanced, his shoulder sinking as he took the punch head-on with his chest, producing a dull thud. The boy in the cardigan felt as if he'd hit a metal plate; his wrist went numb. Before he could react, Lin Bufan had already grabbed his fist, twisted his wrist, and simultaneously tripped him lightly. The boy in the cardigan immediately lost his balance and fell to the ground with a cry.
The whole process was so fast it was dazzling. In just over ten seconds, the three menacing boys were in a state of disbelief: one was squatting on the ground clutching his stomach, another was leaning against the wall panting, and the third was sitting on the ground for a long time without getting up. They all stared in disbelief at the man in front of them who didn't look particularly strong.
"That's it?" Lin Bufan patted non-existent dust off his chest, his tone tinged with disappointment. "I thought you were a much better fighter. In the future, when you're out and about, drink less, use your brain more, and don't believe everything you hear."
Nana and Bai Manjun were both stunned. The broom in Bai Manjun's hand fell to the ground with a "thud".
Just then, hurried footsteps and shouts came from the alley entrance: "Teacher Hu! Sister Manjun! Where are you?"
It was Xie Zhiyao's voice. He had received Hu Youyu's distress call and rushed over from home immediately!
Running closer, Xie Zhiyao was stunned by the scene before him. Three boys were squatting or sitting, their faces a mixture of pain and bewilderment. Lin Bufan stood calmly beside them, with Bai Manjun and Nana, still shaken.
"What... what happened?" Xie Zhiyao looked at Lin Bufan, then at the three boys: "President Lin, did you make the call?"
Lin Bufan shrugged: "They attacked first, I was forced to defend myself."
Bai Manjun then came to her senses and quickly explained, "President Xie, they beat up Xiaoyu, saying that Xiaoyu stole the girlfriend of one of their friends who was about to get married."
"Steal a girlfriend?" Xie Zhiyao frowned and looked at the three boys: "Whose girlfriend did you steal?"
The boy in the black hat was feeling a bit better now, but he was still clutching his stomach. His tone was much softer, but still indignant: "My older brother, Jinming! He and his girlfriend were talking about getting married, but that bastard inside stole him away!"
Upon hearing the name "Jin Ming," Xie Zhiyao's brow twitched slightly, and he looked thoughtful. "Jin Ming? This name... why does it sound so familiar?"
The boy in the black hat immediately said, "That dessert shop at the intersection is owned by my older brother!"
Xie Zhiyao suddenly realized: "Oh—you mean gold! He's the one who sent you here?"
"Hey, hey, hey!" The boy with the gray hat backwards quickly waved his hand, looking a little uncomfortable. "Don't drag my older brother into this! He's really upset about this, drowning his sorrows in alcohol at the shop every day. It was the three of us brothers who couldn't stand it anymore, so we came here ourselves! This is called... this is called helping those in need!"
“Yes, yes, yes,” the cardigan-wearing boy sitting on the ground struggled to his feet, rubbing his aching wrist, but his tone was straightforward: “We’re just so angry! That singer is a real jerk!”
Xie Zhiyao looked at the three boys in front of him, who were obviously still immature, impulsive but also loyal, and couldn't help but laugh and cry. He took out his phone: "Okay, you guys wait a minute, I'll make a call and ask."
He walked to the side and dialed the number of Jin Ming, the owner of the dessert shop. After exchanging a few words in hushed tones, Xie Zhiyao's expression gradually turned helpless.