For the first time, Gu Chencha saw Jiang Nu as if he had encountered a deity, saving him from dire straits. Little did he know that it was also the beginning of his descent into hell.

Due to performing poorly in the entrance exam, when it came time to fill in his choices, he finally realized the value of his own face. He secretly changed the option from a technical school to a drama academy. As a student without any particular talents in the humanities, the range of majors he could choose from was quite limited. In the end, he was admitted to the 10th grade scriptwriting program.

The other teachers were introducing serious internships to their students, but the silent and oily-faced Mr. Song, instead, introduced Gu Chencha to a "part-time job". Although his words were subtle, as long as one wasn't a fool, they would understand the meaning behind his few phrases: "good-looking" and "accompanying guests".

Gu Chencha didn't really mind. He was a man himself, not particularly obsessed with hygiene and not concerned about the risk of contraception. Moreover, they were all inexperienced virgins who had just finished the college entrance examination. They had always been curious about this intimate matter, with a vague understanding from their dreams. If his girlfriend, who was a serious and righteous person, had issued an invitation early on, he would have felt embarrassed. Being able to earn money, get to know a female executive from a company, and have a good time, it was truly a profitable benefit without any investment.

Moreover, why did he choose to change his volunteer position to such a deep place? He had some expectations in his heart, whether it was because of an unspoken rule or actively seeking a backdoor, it's hard to say for sure.

But he couldn't enjoy it for long, because at that time he didn't know yet that Teacher Song didn't want to sell him to a wealthy woman, but rather wanted to sell him to a man who had the same "profitable brothers" down there.

So, when he followed a group of boys with excessive makeup into a lively and male-filled private room to have fun, he was merely curious at first. However, when one of the effeminate men started measuring crotches with a measuring tape, he felt that it was absurd.

The fair-faced young lady looked at him, younger than himself, with a rosy complexion and white teeth, just like a young girl with a haircut. The summer in Shanghai was not cool, and the air conditioning in the private room was blasting like an ice cellar. He usually stayed in the club for a long time, draping a soft and furry blanket over his body, and his face had a fragrance of powder that exceeded that of a woman.

Gu Chencha was still nervous when suddenly she felt this person pinch herself through his pants. Her face instantly turned pale.

"Brother..." he murmured softly, and suddenly, the face of that wimp turned pale—although he was still squatting, he noticed that the place he had touched unexpectedly formed a small bump that was now protruding towards his face.

Not to mention whether it offends him or not, to get an erection in front of a customer is not only rebellious, but also ruins the customer's mood.

The little madam's face turned completely black. Slowly, she straightened her body and coldly stared at him.

Gu Chencha felt the back of his clothes drenched. "I'm sorry, brother..." he muttered, taking a step back. His hand instinctively moved to cover his chest, and sweat already covered his forehead.

He really didn't do it on purpose. It's just that being touched repeatedly by a man, with such soft and resilient hands, is just too damn stimulating. He got aroused, which shows that he's a loyal brother!

Today, the protagonist of this scene, Nan Kun, had just come from the neighboring partner's private room after having a drink. As he walked in from outside, he saw Zhao Bi and an MB standing there dumbfounded. Then he glanced at Gu Chencha, his proud and unyielding idiot of a second brother, and almost burst out laughing. Feeling a sudden impulse, he made a joke towards the several brothers in the room, lifting his glass and pointing it at Gu Chencha.

"Damn it, chop that stupid son of a bitch thing for me."

Gu Chencha heard the sound and looked towards the doorway, where he saw a young man dressed extremely meticulously. His oily hair was slicked back, modest in height and appearance, and not ostentatious in the least. Besides being meticulous, no other word could describe him. He wore a deep blue business shirt with gold cufflinks, and his narrowed eyes, as if he had been wearing glasses for a long time, were exceptionally handsome. If nearsightedness could be considered a disability, then the slightly sickly beauty on his face would also fit that description.

Gu Chencha didn't know whether he was joking or being serious, so he didn't dare to act rashly. He sought help and looked towards the nearby manager, but at this moment, the manager seemed oblivious.

Gu Chencha is good-looking with a fair face, and naturally attracts the attention of several young masters in the private room. When he entered, he had a proud and arrogant appearance, but now he quickly shrunk back, making people even more eager to give him a good lesson. One of the bald guys stood up upon hearing the words and walked towards Gu Chencha. Before Gu Chencha could figure out how to deal with this person, he was immediately forced down onto the tea table by two other bald guys who suddenly appeared beside him.

"Hey! What are you guys doing!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, his face pressed closely against the icy cold coffee table.

The bald man walked up behind him and started loosening his belt. The people in the private room saw this and thought that a live performance was about to happen, and they excitedly began to cheer.

"Brother Tao, you're shining like the sun in broad daylight!" someone teased.

Cheng Tao laughed and replied, "Oh, go to hell! Why don't you go back to the school toilet where you belong!"

Gu Chencha's head was firmly pressed against the cold glass tabletop, and despite struggling with all his might, he couldn't move an inch. He was merely a lamb about to be slaughtered, desperately trying to lift his head, but his shoulders were firmly pinned down, and someone was kneeling on his calves. Compared to this big brother who lived a gangster's life, his small frame was as fragile as an egg encountering a stone.

He continued to struggle, but was pulled upright by the person behind him. One slap after another resoundingly landed on his face, instantly causing him to become dizzy and disoriented. His gaze scattered as he looked towards the doorway, unable to shout for help anymore. Suddenly, he realized that even if the door was open, the people outside would not be able to hear his pleas for help, let alone come to his rescue using brute force.

Gritting his teeth, he desperately struggled to break free from the grip of these people. After his failed attempt, he started counting with intervals of one hundred ― he was counting money, calculating how much he could sell himself for. Don't care about this labor, don't feel sad, think about his dad, think about buying a luxury car for him...

He gnashed his teeth as the rough bald hand pulled down his pants. His buttocks were exposed to the chilling breeze, causing trembles. Then, as he felt a completely unfamiliar hand disgustingly touch him, a sense of humiliation and fear welled up, bringing tears to his eyes.

"The feeling is not bad," Cheng Tao pinched him, kneeling on top of Gu Chencha's legs. Suddenly, he had a whim and ruthlessly slapped him on the face. Immediately, people around them started whistling.

Just as he was pressing against Gu Chencha to rudely find a position, there was a "crack" as the sound of shattered glass rang out. Cheng Tao's body trembled as he cursed, "Fuck!" Suddenly, he distanced himself from Gu Chencha and released the hand that was pressing on his shoulder. He hurriedly struggled to break free, falling to the side and pulling up his pants. In an instant, he let out a deep breath, as if he had escaped from a disaster.

The door was blocked by someone, and he rolled to the other side. After quickly sitting against the wall, he took a big breath and looked towards the door in a frightened and unsettled manner.

I saw a tall man standing there, his face concealed in the shadows, making it difficult to see his features. However, his exposed lips revealed an indescribable coldness. He stood at the doorstep, silently watching. With his hands not inserted into the pocket of his suit, the droplets of alcohol flung from the bottle he had just thrown were still dripping. Drop by drop, they fell onto the ground like blood.

He was initially trembling, but he noticed that the person next to him was trembling even more violently. Unable to resist, he turned his head to look, only to see that the person was truly shaking all over. Surprisingly, two words squeezed out of the person's teeth: "Mute...deaf?"