Villain, Please Go Easy On Me (English Translation Pt.3)

488. Schizophrenia: Tang Xinyue's Song

Translator: Guy Gone Bad

Tang Xinyue said embarrassedly, “It is really a very good story.”

With that, the atmosphere became a little awkward.

To be more exact, Tang Xinyue couldn’t find anything to go on with the conversation.

She thought for a moment and said, “Why don’t I play a song for Master Zong Chen?”

Then she sat in front of the piano. Fortunately Su Bei moved fast, otherwise he’d gotten sat behind her butt.

Zong Chen did not speak, Tang Xinyue just took it as he agreed.

It was requiem.

But as Su Bei listened, his expression changed.

There was a rare slice of worries in 748’s mechanical voice, “Su Bei?”

Su Bei who had always liked bickering with 748 did not respond.

The whole room began to distort and gradually changed into a ward.

A dying beautiful woman was holding the hands of a young man, telling him something.

The young man’s eyes like Zong Chen’s.

Zong Chen just looked at that scene faintly, like looking at a stranger.

The woman’s voice gradually became clear, “Chen…”

Su Bei suddenly pressed on the piano keys, the noisy notes split the whole space.

The scene of the ward was shattered.

Su Bei opened his thin lips, in an instant, synchronized with Zong Chen, “Get out!”

The song stopped abruptly, and a dense killing intent made Tang Xinyue freeze before the piano.

She seemed to see two shadows on Zong Chen, one could not be seen clearly, and the only thing she could know was it was a pair of sharp peach blossom eyes.

Zong Chen added, “No piano.”

Tang Xinyue gradually came to her sense, but when she got up, her legs were still too weak.

She squeezed out a smile, “What? Doesn’t Master Zong Chen like this one?”

Zong Chen only said, “Get out!”

He didn’t like it, he didn’t like that kind of Su Bei who listening to this song, a lot.

That kind of Su Bei scared him.

748, “Captivating bar increased by 5%, current progress 48%.”

Seeing that Zong Chen’s mood was not stable, she could only leave first.

The piano, which had been bought less than half a day, was thrown away.

No one noticed when Qiqi ran in, it grabbed the trouser leg of Zong Chen and meowed.

Su Bei bent over to hold it up, saying with excitement, “88, I know, I am in Zong Chen’s consciousness, right?”

The horrible feeling in the air was gone in an instant.

748 said with a perfunctory tone, “You are really clever.”

Zong Chen just stared at Su Bei. No, he was not Su Bei, not the soulless Su Bei.

Su Bei looked into Zong Chen’s eyes, innocently shrugging his shoulders, “No piano now, I really can’t.”

Zong Chen answered, “Hmm.”

In the afternoon, Su Bei sat on the balcony basking in the sun with the cat, while Zong Chen was painting beside.

As Su Bei was a little sleepy, he looked sideways at Zong Chen’s painting.

Zong Chen’s painting, as always, had that kind of depressing hues.

In the painting, a man in white was standing in the dark, his hand outstretched, as if holding on to something.

If you look closely, you can see another person in the dark.

A man no one could see the face.

Su Bei complained to 748, “Does that man wearing a white suit look like Chi Subai?”

748 did not answer him, and Su Bei didn’t mind, for he had already been used to it.

He settled into a comfortable position in his chair and closed his eyes.