Chapter 162: Bro, Do You Have a Daughter?
Nan Xun felt that, as a guy, his height was perfectly standard. It was just that Yan Luo was too tall—one meter ninety, a full half-head taller than him.
How can someone be this tall… Nan Xun muttered to himself inwardly.
Yan Luo held his chopsticks with elegant movements, bringing mouthful after mouthful of rice to his lips. Suddenly, he noticed something in his lunch box. He frowned in disgust and used his chopsticks to push two strands of shredded carrot garnish aside.
“Bro, carrots are really nutritious. Why aren’t you eating them?” Nan Xun asked with a smile when he saw this.
Yan Luo replied expressionlessly, “I hate the taste of carrots.”
Nan Xun immediately said, “If you don’t like them, give them to me. I like carrots.”
As he spoke, he unceremoniously reached his chopsticks into Yan Luo’s lunch box, picked up the carrot shreds Yan Luo had pushed aside, and stuffed them into his own mouth.
Yan Luo’s eyes fell on the tip of the chopsticks extending into his lunch box. He watched as that unfamiliar pair of chopsticks skimmed across his white rice, then plucked away a few strands of carrot from the side.
A stranger’s chopsticks had touched his rice.
Touched it…
Yan Luo’s eyes widened slightly, his gaze turning cool.
He had a mild case of germophobia. Normally, this was something he absolutely could not tolerate.
Yan Luo thought he would flip the table on the spot—but he didn’t.
Not only did he not, he continued eating as if nothing had happened.
“Bro, I see a few more carrot shreds. I’ll pick them out for you.”
Nan Xun transformed into a professional veggie-picker. His chopsticks not only poked into Yan Luo’s food again but even rummaged around inside, picking out the carrot shreds one by one.
Yan Luo stared at the tips of Nan Xun’s chopsticks, watching them dart nimbly around in his bowl. He looked for a long moment, then expressionlessly stabbed his own chopsticks into the rice, scooped up a big mouthful, and stuffed it into his mouth.
How was it that ever since he met this kid, his cleanliness obsession had vanished?
Yan Luo pondered in silence for a long while, and finally concluded that Su Mobai just looked too clean and wholesome, so his germophobia had temporarily eased up.
They finished their meal quietly. As usual, Nan Xun took both of their lunch boxes to the sink to wash them.
Yan Luo stared deeply at the kid’s retreating back, saying nothing.
There were two hours of rest at noon. After seeing Yan Luo off to Cell 419, Nan Xun hurried back to take a nap.
The morning schedule was always the same; only the afternoons varied a little. On Sundays, inmates could move freely. Nan Xun’s first day happened to be a Sunday, so he’d seen the burly guys in the cell playing cards. From Monday to Saturday, however, two afternoons were set aside for reform education classes, while the rest were still for labor—working in the factory or hauling stones at the quarry.
That afternoon was a reform education class. The inmates sat in the large screening hall and listened to over three hours of crime-prevention lectures, almost to the point of throwing up. Some people, however, listened with great enthusiasm, stirred by the expert’s impassioned words and resolved to turn over a new leaf.
Nan Xun and Yan Luo sat in the left rear row. The second-to-last row was empty—no one dared to sit there, all too afraid to get close to Yan Luo.
Nan Xun glanced at the so-called crime-education expert on the stage, talking until spittle flew everywhere, then looked at Yan Luo sitting beside him.
Yan Luo had his legs crossed. Though his posture was lazy, he was listening quite seriously, even taking notes from time to time.
Nan Xun, who had thought Yan Luo would be bored to the point of dozing off: …
Yan Luo spared him a glance, rubbed his head, and said, “This expert’s not bad. I can use this stuff later to educate the little girl at home.”
Hearing that, Nan Xun’s heart thumped hard. He widened his eyes and asked, “Bro, you don’t look that old—do you already have a daughter?”
Yan Luo looked at him, and for some reason became unusually patient as he explained, “She’s a sister I picked up when I was fifteen. Back then she was just a chubby five-year-old. Heh—blink, and now she’s eighteen.”
As he spoke, his brows and eyes softened. It was obvious how much he doted on that sister.
Nan Xun seemed to think of something. A dark glint flashed through his eyes, and he lowered his gaze, hiding the emotion within.
When Yan Luo talked about the chubby little girl, he said far more than usual. “She’s in her rebellious phase now. Whatever I tell her to do, she insists on not doing. It’s pretty infuriating. With me gone this past year, it probably suited her just fine.”
“Bro.” Nan Xun suddenly interrupted him and smiled faintly. “Let’s keep listening to the lecture.”
Yan Luo paused, then couldn’t help glancing at him a few more times.
Neither of them spoke again. The small area around them grew quiet.
After the education class and dinner, Nan Xun returned to the cell by himself. Yan Luo frowned slightly behind him.
Nan Xun was in a bad mood today and didn’t feel like catering to the big boss’s emotions.
Yes—Nan Xun had already confirmed that Yan Luo was the villain big boss of this world.
Little Eight had clearly said that Su Mobai had no connection whatsoever with the big boss, so discovering him in prison had come as a shock.
All these questions would have to wait until Little Eight woke up for answers.
Back in the cell, the others had just finished washing up. The second bunkmate eagerly climbed onto his bed.
“Damn, the cafeteria food is getting worse and worse. I didn’t even eat my fill tonight,” the fourth bunkmate complained.
Nan Xun suddenly remembered something and couldn’t help asking, “My bro said the cafeteria rules were set by him. Is that true?”
The moment he said that, the room fell silent.
Du Pan rubbed his nose and asked instead, “Sixth, did the King of Hell really take you in as his little brother?”
Nan Xun replied, “Of course. Why would that be fake?”
Only then did Du Pan relax enough to bad-mouth Yan Luo behind his back. “Back then the cafeteria was a complete mess. Even the guards couldn’t control it. On the first day Yan Luo came, he took down Scarface. On the second day, he set the cafeteria rule—everyone had to line up for food, except… himself.”
Nan Xun got excited listening. “My bro said he got into a fight. Second Brother, tell me what it was like back then.”
The fifth bunkmate got excited and cut in, “Ask me! Second Brother chickened out and didn’t even dare look—his eyes were turned away the whole time.”
Du Pan shot him a glare. “You’re the chicken. Who was the one whose legs were shaking so hard he couldn’t walk?”
The fifth bunkmate ignored the question entirely, cleared his throat, and continued to Nan Xun, “Even though Yan Luo took down Scarface with really bloody methods, that was one-on-one. But forcing everyone to line up for food offended a lot of people’s interests. Right then and there, more than ten or twenty inmates stood up and tried to gang up on Yan Luo. Guess what happened?”
Nan Xun stared at him with a face full of curiosity, gratifying Fifth Brother’s urge to tell the story. He clicked his tongue twice, a trace of hidden fear flashing in his eyes. “Yan Luo took on twenty people by himself. He fought like a demon. You wouldn’t believe it—every single one of those ten or twenty people had their heads split open. The cafeteria floor was covered in blood back then, flowing like a river…”
