Yi Ting Part 2

Bai Jingqing was quite good, a pity she was a whore. Bai Jingqing had taken his hand, called him "big brother," said she wanted to elope with him, but then slept with the steel boss. She told Lin Bobo she loved him, and Lin Bobo believed her. That was the woman he met who understood him the most, but he found the video of Bai Jingqing and the steel boss.

His mom wasn't wrong.

Whores are all sluts, he shouldn't have been so good to Bai Jingqing.

Lin Bobo even felt some regret. He was too good to Bai Jingqing, so good that it exposed his sadness at the time. Could the Profiler see through it? He even wiped Bai Jingqing's body clean.

If only Bai Jingqing wasn't a whore.

Thinking of this, Lin Bobo stood up, growing anxious again. He felt he had to hurry up and find a posture coach. After he succeeded this time, his reputation would grow even more famous. Then everyone would come to interview him, and maybe his dad would see him too.

Lin Bobo started to daydream.

His dad was an engineer, but he had become a remarkable master criminal. This was a case of the student surpassing the master; his dad would be happy. Not only that, he had also defeated the Profiler. Fu Chenghui would be drawn to him too, and he could enter Black Panther and start truly serving The Alliance.

Lin Bobo firmly believed Fu Chenghui would notice him because this was "insider information" he had received. In March of this year, someone had found him online, knew his track record inside and out, praised him endlessly, and told him that they were a Black Panther evaluator, specially sent to find a hidden gem like him.

"If you can make an even bigger scene," the other person's tone was encouraging, "you can get into Black Panther. You want to join Black Panther, right? The commander needs talent like you."

Lin Bobo's mood improved again. He looked at Yi Ting and found her very cute. In that long gaze, he noticed Yi Ting's upright posture. He finally remembered that Yi Ting danced ballet; she was a ready-made posture coach.

"H-Hello," Lin Bobo stood up, feeling the excitement of finding a good teacher. He marveled at his own cleverness. "You're so good!" He squeezed into the bedroom, took Yi Ting's hand, and said haltingly, "You teach me to stand, stand straight."

He thought he could learn some ballet too, it would be simple.

Lin Bobo pulled Yi Ting, making her spin around, imitating the male classmates from before: "Do a dance, just tell me wh-what to do."

Yi Ting's legs, which had been curled for a long time, were slightly swollen, and the numbness made her unsteady.

Lin Bobo frowned, pulled Yi Ting straight, and said in a heavy tone, "What's wrong with you."

In that sentence, he felt his mother's power.

"Stand straight!" Lin Bobo felt his body fill with power. It was always like this when he was educating his prey; he became imposing. "I told you to stand straight!"

The way Yi Ting stood up was comical, but the curve of her shoulders, back, and neck was very graceful—the subtle beauty that comes from long practice of ballet. Lin Bobo gradually felt that Yi Ting's perfection came from ballet. He tried to suck in his stomach and puff out his chest.

His clumsy imitation was like a frog puffing up its cheeks.

"I've been sitting for too long," Yi Ting said in a small voice, "I can't dance..." As she spoke, she started to wipe away tears, as if intimidated by Lin Bobo's imposing manner. "I can teach you how to stand straight," her tear-filled eyes looked cautiously at Lin Bobo, "Posture is very simple... You... you can definitely learn it."

The sun outside had disappeared without them noticing. The wind swirled the trash on the ground. Lin Bobo drew the flimsy curtains. For the sake of his posture lesson, he decided to let Yi Ting live another night. He believed he would learn quickly and become as elegant as an upper-class person. He had that kind of bloodline; it wouldn't take much effort.

Lin Bobo even specially turned on some music. He repeated the actions of sucking in his stomach and puffing out his chest, preening in the room. He learned quickly because Yi Ting was quite adoring of him. When he walked back to the mirror, he clearly felt he had changed.

Lin Bobo felt the T-shirt was unsuitable. He wanted to put on his grandfather's suit again. But he didn't forget to tell Yi Ting, "I'm from the Light Rail District."

Yi Ting cowered in the bedroom, casting him a look of admiration.

She was so weak and pitiful, only able to tremble in his shadow!

Like a successful person, Lin Bobo casually beckoned to Yi Ting, "You, come here."

Yi Ting had already realized this person was not in his right mind. She showed a pale, fawning smile from inside the doorway, a smile that looked like crying. She was terrified to walk out; this house was swallowing her. But she had also realized this was her last chance.

When Yi Ting walked out barefoot, she nearly slipped. She clumsily steadied herself against the wall and stopped a few steps away from Lin Bobo.

Lin Bobo felt his mom had possessed him. The sense of authority excited him. He could control everything! So he pointed to the floor by his feet and said to Yi Ting, "You kneel here."

Yi Ting knelt there along the wall.

Lin Bobo however shoved her head, pushing her to the ground. He said happily, "I told you to kneel here, why don't you understand! You, come here, kneel, kneel properly!"

Yi Ting wiped the tears from her face and crawled back to her original spot. In this living coffin, she pressed herself against the floor, silently chanting her mother's name. She could endure it. For that wisp of wind that had slipped in from outside, she could endure anything.

This world is beautiful.

That's what her mom said.

Yi Ting firmly believed she could survive. She refused to let go of this breath, otherwise she was afraid she would go insane. She wiped her tears dry. Wherever Lin Bobo pointed, she knelt. She was too obedient, so obedient that Lin Bobo became ecstatic.

Lin Bobo said, "You kneel here, don't move. I'm going to change clothes."

Yi Ting nodded frantically. She looked at Lin Bobo as if frightened, telling him with her eyes that she would definitely not run.

Lin Bobo once again admired his own posture. He and Yi Ting were one high, one low. Yi Ting had lost all her grace; he was the one with grace now.

This is the power of education.

Lin Bobo, filled with satisfaction, stepped back. He turned around flamboyantly to the music and walked toward his grandfather's bedroom. He was drunk on the success he was about to have. It wasn't his fault; he had waited for too many years.

Yi Ting thought of the track meet at school. The moment the starting gun fired, everyone shot forward. She saw the entryway, only a few steps away. Yi Ting felt her legs were sore, but she would use all her strength. She realized her face was covered in tears again, but she didn't wipe them. She just wanted to run.

Lin Bobo took out the suit. Before taking off his T-shirt, he glanced at Yi Ting again. Yi Ting was kneeling obediently, so he lifted his T-shirt.

At that very moment, a clap of thunder erupted from the sky that had already darkened outside. A storm was coming. Yi Ting scrambled up and ran. She stumbled and hit the coffee table, falling to the ground with a cry of pain, but she quickly got up again.

"Liar!" Lin Bobo ripped off his T-shirt and roared, "Bitch!"

Yi Ting slammed into the side of the door. She heard Lin Bobo's footsteps. This made her start screaming, and amidst her screams, she wrenched open the lock. After the door opened, she threw herself out. The corridor was dark. She leaped down a few steps, running for her life amidst Lin Bobo's curses.

Lin Bobo chased after her at full speed.

While running, Yi Ting missed a step. She didn't tumble down but stabilized herself with amazing balance. She heard the sound of raindrops hitting the metal door eaves. The building entrance was just ahead.

"Help," Yi Ting turned the corner, "Help—"

However, her heart turned cold, and in the next moment, she burst into a desperate cry.

The building entrance was locked with an iron gate. Yi Ting frantically pulled at the iron lock. The downpour drowned out her shouts. Lin Bobo grabbed her by the hair.

"Please!" Yi Ting clawed and kicked at Lin Bobo in terror, trying to grab onto the iron gate. "Help, help me!"

"I'll kill you," Lin Bobo chanted like a madman, "I'm going to kill you!"

He dragged Yi Ting up the stairs by her hair.

As Yi Ting struggled, her hair clip fell out. She clenched it in her hand. Hu Xin's hair clip was cold, giving Yi Ting a burst of strength amidst her heavy breathing. She felt she was going crazy, but she couldn't go back. In a high-pitched scream, she stabbed the hair clip towards Lin Bobo's eye.

"Get off!" Yi Ting shrieked through her tears, "Get off me!"

A sharp pain shot through Lin Bobo's eye. He also let out a loud cry but didn't let go of his grip on Yi Ting's hair. He shouted, "Bitch!"

The window in the corridor was suddenly kicked in. Lin Bobo's neck was seized, and he was dragged. He couldn't see, and in his panic, he yelled randomly, freeing a hand to grab behind him.

The corridor was too narrow. Shi Shanyan tightened his grip on Lin Bobo's neck and threw him to the ground. The glass shards on the floor were kicked up by Lin Bobo. Shi Shanyan grabbed him by the back of his collar and slammed him against the wall.

After a few impacts, Lin Bobo passed out. His neck lolled, his upper body still bare. Shi Shanyan saw a crude fake tattoo on his back.

Yan Junxun suddenly hugged Shi Shanyan's head from behind, pushing Shi Shanyan down onto the steps.

Before Yi Ting could react to the sudden turn of events, a bullet hit the iron railing next to her. This time she couldn't scream, only clutch her head, speechless.

"Target has appeared," 7-004 popped a piece of gum into his mouth and said into his headset, "So glad to see the 001s—clear to fire."

The rain pelted the metal eaves like scattered beans.

The Main Management System had lied. The 7-004 dispatched by Black Panther had arrived long ago.

This was a game of circles.