Chapter 4: Come On

 

"I want a computer." When he came home, he took a quiet rest in his own room for a while. Hearing the sound of the key turning in the door, Ou LingYi ran to the door and greeted his mother for the first time.

In his last life, he was abused and betrayed by his mother at a young age. He never felt a day's warmth of maternal love and had no feelings for this irresponsible woman. If it weren't for waiting for Ou XingZhen to come here, he would not have been patient enough to stay by her side.

"You bastard! You've been leeching off of me all this time, and now you want more?! No way!" The expected screaming and abuse poured onto Ou LingYi.

Ignoring this, Ou LingYi was indifferent to such abuse; still staring into her eyes, he repeated, "I want a computer! Now, right now!"

He sent out wisps of mental power to invade the woman's brain, controlled her mind, and then he repeated his instructions.

The woman's eyes became unfocused, and she repeated, "Computer, now, right now."

Picking up the bag she'd just put down, his mother walked out of the door, rigid and expressionless, ready to buy a computer.

Looking at her tense and straightened back when she left, Ou LingYi sat on the sofa with lips twisted in contempt; this woman's mind was simply too weak and was captured by him too easily, so there was no sense of achievement in controlling her.

Instructing the woman to prepare what he wanted, Ou LingYi began his hard career as a doctor.

He went jogging for an hour at five o'clock in the morning every day to increase his endurance. Endurance was important for surgeons who operated for dozens of hours. [efn_note]Random factoid: Longest surgery on record occurred in 2001 and lasted more than four straight days—103 hours to be exact. A team of 20 doctors at Singapore General Hospital worked in shifts to separate Ganga and Jamuna Shrestha, 11-month-old twins conjoined at the head. [/efn_note]

He would jog back to practice martial arts. In his last life, he stayed in the Ou family for very long. As the second young master of the underworld family, Ou XingTian also arranged people to teach Ou LingYi self-defense skills. Once again in his life, Ou LingYi would naturally pick up martial arts. At the critical moment, mental strength alone could not guarantee his safety.

After practicing martial arts, it was the stability and delicacy of using his hands. Ou LingYi started from the simplest apple cutting practice, and gradually evolved to sculpture, and then to micro sculpture. In short, trying to make his hands steady, free, and nimble enough to be able to make any difficult movements.

In the evening, he collected some current medical information on the Internet, paid attention to the latest news of stem cell transplantation, and wrote a new research plan report.

After that, Ou LingYi had time to rest. If there was moonlight that night, he would lie quietly on the small balcony of the room, meditate with his eyes closed and absorb energy.

In this tense and dull life, time slipped away quietly, and Ou LingYi turned fourteen years old.

In a foggy bathroom, Ou LingYi stood under the showerhead, with his eyes closed, feeling the comfortable feeling of warm water flowing down his skin.

If there were people there at this moment, they would marvel at the delicate and charming youth in front of them. The absorption of moonlight gave Ou LingYi a moonlight-like clearness and elegance.

As he always stayed indoors, his complexion was fair and skin white and transparent, and after being warmed up by hot air, it would appear an attractive pink. The water droplets flowed over his soft and smooth skin, and then slid down the perfect slender body curves, making the juvenile's body shine as if it was about to emit light. His soft and fine black hair was wet and pasted on both sides of his cheeks, giving him a kind of ascetic beauty.

He opened his big eyes framed with two long and thick rows of eyelashes, like two small fans; he blinked one at a time, looking so pretty it would make one's heart throb. There were two deep and dark whirlpools of sparkling eyes, ones which seemed to absorb the soul of whoever he looked at.

Frowning carefully, Ou LingYi looked at the reflection of his face in this life and was surprised. The face didn't match his memory of his appearance when he was fourteen years old. It seemed to be more perfect and delicate.

He stroked the lines of his face, trying to remember what he had looked like in his last life.

Well, no matter the reason for the change, I'm a brand-new me, and there's no need to struggle with the past. In this way, Ou LingYi gave up recalling, cleanly dried off the water drops from his body, and simply put a bath towel around his waist and went out of the bathroom to look for clothes to wear.

"Haha, little beauty! I've been waiting for you for a long time! I'm tickled by the sight of you!" An obscene male voice echoed in the room as two thick arms circled his delicate waist.

Ou LingYi was bending over, facing the door, and looking for clothes in the closet. He raised his eyebrows and quickly grabbed the little finger of the hand of the stranger. He broke the man's little finger and stabbed his palm at a strange angle, scaring the person off. [efn_note]This area is also called the hand valley point. The hand valley point can be found in the firm skin between the thumb and index finger. Reflexologists claim that applying firm touch to this pressure point may help reduce stress, as well as alleviate migraines, toothaches, shoulder tension, and neck pain. However, if pressed too hard, it causes a lot of pain. [/efn_note]

The guy let go and lay down on the ground, screaming in pain. The ten fingers were connected to the heart, so it was likely very painful, broken by the pressure like that.

Ou LingYi looked at the pudgy middle-aged man who was constantly rolling and wailing on the ground. The memory of his past life came to him. He would never forget that in his previous life, it was this man who bought him for the first time and afterward that he started his career as a prostitute.

Ou LingYi's eyes became dim. He took a few steps away from the middle-aged man and stood by the bed. He had just touched this man, and it made him feel sick.

Pursing his lips, Ou LingYi released his mental power to capture the brain of this person. In his mind, he created the illusion of the blood sea of hell, which made him live through the torture of the 18 layers of hell one by one.

The man's face on the ground gradually distorted, his rolling slowed down, his voice was getting lower and lower, and soon, it was almost inaudible. At last, he frothed at the mouth and started to twitch violently.

Turning out a bottle of disinfectant from the bookcase, Ou LingYi poured it on the paper towel, and he slowly and with care wiped his hands. He wouldn't stop until the skin of his hands was reddish and a little painful.

Standing by the closed door for a while, Ou LingYi opened the door abruptly with his mouth curving. He was not surprised to see the woman, who was leaning on the door listening, suddenly fall into the room.

Turning sideways to dodge the falling woman, Ou LingYi stepped over the woman's body on the ground, sat on the edge of the bed, and slowly put on his clothes, "Drag this man out. If this happens again, I'll let you experience what he felt thousandfold."

 

He squeezed the brain of the woman sitting there with his mental power, and watched her unable to bear the sharp pain in her brain. Seeing her writhe on the ground, Ou LingYi was satisfied enough to raise the corner of his mouth.

"If you've had enough, throw the trash out!" He released his hold on her brain and his voice grew colder.

The woman got up in horror and shouted, "You are a demon! Of course - a demon's son would be a demon, too!" Even so, she still obediently dragged the legs of the man out of the room as fast as she could.

"Demon? You overestimate me! I could not be compared with Ou XingTian." With a bland murmur, Ou LingYi poured himself a glass of warm water, turned on the computer, and checked for the latest medical developments.

Although he started to learn medicine, he was forced by fate to do so; after all these years, however, Ou LingYi really experienced great fun in continuous learning. Now even if his heart was clear, he couldn't stop his enthusiasm for medicine.

After reading the latest medical paper, Ou LingYi frowned, and calculated the time. Time flies. His fifteenth birthday was coming.

On his fifteenth birthday, Ou XingTian would find him and have Ou XingZhen come to take him back to the Ou family. Before that, Ou LingYi would make all preparations to sort out a series of medical data such as stem cell cultivation, so as to get the economic support of the Ou Group and open a Research Institute as soon as possible after returning to the Ou family.

This second wonderful Chinese year, he should enjoy it and live it to the fullest. Only by solving the annoying problems of the Ou family as soon as possible could he realize his vision of his future life.

For the happiness of Ou LingShuang and the freedom of his body and mind, Ou LingYi firmly held every minute and second at present, and would not allow himself to slack off.

Morning sun rays hit the bed on which, under a thin quilt, there lay a handsome extraordinary youth. His eyebrows and eyes were relaxed, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised a beautiful arc in his blissful sleep. A part of his white and smooth legs with beautiful lines slipped out of the beddings and rubbed against the quilt.

The sun moved from the end of the bed to the boy's face. The perfect and delicate face of the youth reflected the light of the sun like a transparent crystal. He looked absolutely stunning. The young man's soft and thin soft hair stuck to his cheeks. When the sun shone on his hair, it reflected silvery light here and there, making people want to come closer and touch it.

Feeling the heat of the sun, the youth slowly opened his eyes, moved the sheet but otherwise stayed still.

Since Ou LingYi was born again, he was in a trance for several minutes every time he woke up. Maybe he had been wandering for a long time and was not used to the feeling of waking after sleeping.

Stunned for a while, Ou LingYi slowly woke up. He stood up and found a pure white sportswear in the wardrobe. He was going to start his hour's morning run that he did every day.

He jogged all the way along the broken street to Huajie Park, stood by the lake of the park, and breathed for a while. Ou LingYi followed a group of old men to practice tai-ji.

"Little Yi, stand at the front! The few old guys who just joined us don't really get the moves. Your posture is the most accurate and they look the best. Let them see!" Every day, they could see such a beautiful young man exercise with them. The old man here was very familiar with him and liked him very much.

"Yes." Ou LingYi smiled and stood at the front without hesitation, made a standard movement, and then started to lead the practice.

The group of old men behind him all followed him seriously.

A beautiful young man moved in the morning light gracefully and skilfully, and the group of old men behind him followed him seriously to learn. This was a daily scene in Huajie Park, attracting many people to stop and watch.

In the distance, in a black luxurious car parked by the road; a tall man with beautiful looks and gold-rimmed glasses was watching Ou LingYi's every move.

"This is the woman's son?" The man made a disbelieving face.

"Yes. He runs here from the red light district to do morning exercises every day. I've been following him for half a month. There is no mistake. This is his birth certificate and related information." One of the man's subordinates respectfully showed him the evidence he had collected.

After carefully reading the information in his hand, he picked up the DNA test report and glanced over it repeatedly. The man nodded, "I didn't expect that bitch could have such a son. He's worthy of our Ou family." Then he thought of the future fate of the youth. The man felt a bit nervous, but there was a trace of heartache and reluctance to give up.

Shaking his head to shake off the sudden surge of an inexplicable emotion, the man had a trace of nostalgia appear in his eyes as they slightly drooped. He looked over at the beautiful young man who was seriously practicing boxing, and solemnly ordered, "Drive, go to that woman's home to have a look."

When the car slowly left the park, Ou LingYi cast an indifferent look at the car.+

It seems that the Ou family had come, he thought to himself. Ou LingYi's expression and actions remained elegant without a sign of distress.