Xiuxian Farmhouse (BL) [MTL]

83. Teach the man who takes up seats a lesson

"This is my place."

Yi Chenjing said it again.

When ordering train tickets on the mobile app, he specifically chose a seat with two seats in a row and close to the door of the carriage, which was more convenient for getting on and off the train. But because this seat was close to the door of the carriage, some passengers who bought standing tickets took turns rushing to sit before he got on the train. At the last stop, this man finally got a chair. His buttocks were not hot from sitting on it, so he was not willing to get up.

"Little girl, you said what's yours is yours? Take a look at the ticket." The man said eloquently.

For this trip, Yi Chenjing put on modern clothes. He wore a loose short-sleeved T-shirt in black and red, black shorts that reached his knees, and a pair of trendy Korean sports sneakers. At Yin Shenyi's request, he didn't wear it. His hair was shortened and instead tied into a ponytail. With his beautiful white and tender face, it was impossible to distinguish between male and female.

He has the figure of a young man, with a height of 175 centimeters and a thin figure. Even though his voice is clear and clean that is unique to young people, in the eyes of others, he is just an inexperienced girl.

The rogue man spotted him going out alone and deliberately bullied him.

A girl of 17 or 18 years old, thin-skinned, unable to be frightened, daring to get angry when she suffers a loss but dare not speak out, with a pair of big helpless eyes open, pitiful, weird and lovable, if I can tease her, It would be nice to eat some small tofu or something.

The rogue man had his own wishful thinking, looking sideways at Yi Chenjing as if an old god was there.

However, to his surprise, the little girl in front of him not only did not show helpless eyes, nor did she blush with shame and anger. Her face was expressionless from beginning to end, and her ink-colored eyes were like black holes, deep and cold, looking into the heart of the people. A slight chill emerged.

Is it because the air conditioner on the train is too low?

The rogue man shook his legs, waiting for Yi Chenjing's reaction.

At this time, the high-speed train has started, and most of the passengers have sat in their seats. Yi Chenjing, standing in the middle of the corridor, stands out from the crowd.

"This is my place." His voice was deeper than the previous two times, like the calm before the storm, and the air around him solidified.

The rogue man finally understood this time that it wasn't the air conditioner that was cold, but the girl's breath that was as chilling as ice.

"This...this is my position!" His arrogance weakened, but he insisted on staying on the chair, not daring to look at Yi Chenjing, lowering his head and pretending to look at his phone.

Passengers nearby whispered that some people stood up to see a grown man bullying a little girl.

"Sir, you have a standing ticket, right? We got on the bus together. I clearly remember you were standing over there before. When a passenger in this seat left, you rushed to sit down."

The rogue man ignored what others said and took out his headphones and plugged his ears.

"Would you like some face?"

"He who dominates the throne should be directly detained."

"Where are the flight attendants? Why don't you come out to take care of them at this time?"

Someone took out their mobile phone, opened the video and pointed it at the rogue man.

"Expose him! Post on Weibo and let him be on the news."