Feng Mang Chapter 63

Translator: Polarbearadise
Proofreader: VitaSchaus
Editor: Mosstree
Without giving anyone time to react, Wang Zhongding dragged Han Dong into the elevator.
In this elevator, which always reeked of Chinese toon, Wang Zhongding finally blew up on Han Dong’s rump, to pay back for Han Dong’s "deep love and concern".
Wang Zhongding couldn't figure it out, why did he who always kept calm, every time encountering this good, acted as if he swallowed a few catties of explosives? Was it because he was full of flaws, moreover, every flaw stepped on his minefield? Or was it because that butt suited his taste, only a "close contact" could ease the anger inside of him?
Han Dong also couldn't figure it out, how was it that an intellectual who studied abroad could embrace the essence of Chinese martial arts so well?
Perhaps others might see it as "When the roof is leaking, that's when you get several continuous nights of rain", but in Han Dong’s eyes it was actually "idly poke a stick in the mud and it grows into a tree to shade you". Without any planning, he naturally offended Wang Zhongding, he easily gained a big advantage! But after he was kicked ruthlessly, this "Pain combined with happiness" feeling was actually replaced by "Pain was far greater than happiness" feeling, Han Dong finally exploded.
(T/N: 屋漏偏逢連夜雨 (while the house is already leaking, it keeps raining the whole night/When the roof is leaking, that’s when you’ll get several continuous nights of rain) – unfortunate events occur in quantity)
(T/N: 無心插柳柳成蔭 (idly poke a stick in the mud and it grows into a tree to shade you) do something which unintentionally returns positive results or unintentional actions may bring unexpected success)
“Stop fucking kicking me! Only mocking you a few words, you would go as far as this? Hey! You’re still not done, are you? You try kicking me again! Still kicking me? Still kicking? Just you wait, I’ll fucking call someone over……”
Han Dong's words were quite harsh and unreasonable, the violent wind in his eyes was quite fierce, unfortunately, the other person had a lot of body strength, not a damn thing was useful!
Even a wise man knew better than to fight when the odds were against him, to say nothing of Han Dong who wasn't a wise man but a coward, after getting hurt a few times, he couldn't take it anymore, seeing "meet force with force" didn't work, he then used a soft approach to gain sympathy.
As soon as Wang Zhongding heard Han Dong whimpering, his movements stopped, even he, himself didn't even know why he stopped so quickly.
Han Dong got what he wanted, plus, there was an indecent, smug feeling stirring inside him: I told you to stop, and you stopped, your stance is so shaky, it seems you still harbor some improper feelings for me……
Out of the elevator, Wang Zhongding dragged Han Dong into a small dark room and made him stand still to reflect on his behavior.
It was not a standstill as a punishment in the usual sense, rather, one had to stand on a device and couldn’t get down until the time was up. One only had to adopt an incorrect position or flinch a little, the device would emit an alarm sound and the timer would reset.
Soon, Ji Tao was called into the office by Wang Zhongding.
"Show business is a vast playing field, only the artists who retain their own unique identity can meet the diverse needs of audiences. If we put all artists in the same mold, it will be a paper mill instead of a star company," Ji Tao said.
"I didn’t want you to destroy his individuality, I asked you to remove the dross and absorb the essence. But what did you do? Not only you didn't pick up the essence, but you also absorbed the dross!"
“That’s not dross in my eyes.”
"If superstition isn't dross, don't tell me it's an advantage?"
"He’s not superstitious." Ji Tao calmly stated, "He is a real Great Immortal."
"……"
Who knew how long Wang Zhongding was silent, but when he opened his mouth again, his expression looked unusually grave.
“Then I can only choose to give up reluctantly.”
Ji Tao's face was stubborn, “If you want Han Dong to go, I will go with him.”
Wang Zhongding shouted angrily, “I'm letting you go!”
Ji Tao was taken aback, very soon he said something that startled Wang Zhongding.
"All right, I’ll go away, but I have to take Han Dong with me."
The "weather conditions" in the office were about to worsen, fortunately, Feng Jun rushed in just in time to prevent this storm.
“You go out first.” Feng Jun told Ji Tao.
After Ji Tao went out, Feng Jun faced Wang Zhongding alone, but also looked somewhat hesitant, "It seems that……We really have to send Han Dong to my older sister’s."
Wang Zhongding pointed to the doorway, “You also go out with him!”
……
Wang Zhongding was left alone in the office with an ashtray full of cigarette butts.
At first, the alarm in the small dark room kept ringing. Who knew how long it was before the alarm stopped ringing, then it remained silent for more than two hours, which finally raised Wang Zhongding’s suspicions.
There were many people who had stood on this device, including Er Lei, but Er Lei was just trying it out. He found out that he was able to stand in one position for no longer than 1 hour and 30 minutes, and this result was established as the standard one. As soon as someone exceeded that standard, the device would automatically change to the newest record. But that standard has remained unchanged for a long time.
However, today was the day a new “king of endurance” was born.
When Wang Zhongding walked into the small dark room, Han Dong was still standing on the device, his figure was perfectly straight as an arrow, he looked just like a statue.
Han Dong was totally unaware of Wang Zhongding’s arrival, as if he has already cultivated to the point of reaching the realm of Nirvana.
Wang Zhongding paced up to Han Dong and looked him in the face.
His eyes were closed……
Author's note: "I would like to say a few words about some of Han Dong’s abilities. I've always believed in the existence of people with extraordinary talents, he he……Of course, if some fans don't really believe in such things, then they can view it from the perspective of an urban prodigy."