There was pitch darkness in the room.
The air conditioner's temperature was very low.
On the double sized bed lied a young man.
He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving up and down.
'You are the one who caused this situation.'
'You separated our family!'
'I wish you were never born. Your elder brother would have been a Prince without you.'
'You brought all the bad luck.'
'I will kill you!'
A woman with messy hair and red eyes was looking at him. Her face was not clear but he could somehow decipher her features.
'You will never get any peace for this.'
'You are now just like your father. A two-faced man. You are a villain.'
'You should be killed or you will also harm your big brother. You will kill him and destroy him.'
'It runs in your blood. You are cold blooded.'
The woman came nearer and nearer.
He wanted to fight that woman, he had trained day and night to defeat her.
He wanted to say that he was not at fault. He didn't even know what and how everything happened. She is wrong.
But his mouth could not open. He stifled and used his willpower to shout out loud.
"N-no-..."
The sound was equal to a whisper.
He realized he was frozen in place, his blood seemed to run cold.
He was frozen in place.
He wanted to escape.
He could only see the woman coming closer and closer.
She wasn't walking but was dragging herself, her appearance very ghastly.
Her long fingers curled around his neck.
The young man suddenly felt choked. His airflow was decreasing.
There was no air.
His neck was in pain.
His head was spiraling. He wanted to run away from the situation.
'No-no.... Don't… ge-ge, ge-ge…'
'Please no!'
'Ge-geeeee'
'Don't … don't please...'
"I want ge-ge.'
"N-noooo-"
Fang Bai jerked up on the bed. He looked around at the dark surroundings and took in long gulps of air.
He was still breathing audibly, as if making sure he was alive.
He did not notice the dull streaks of faint blue light in the black dragon tattoo on his chest inside the night suit.
He sat down leaning against the bedpost looking blankly in the darkness.
He can't be weak. He is strong now.
No-one can harm his ge-ge.
No-one can harm him.
Chanting this again and again, he came out of his negative thoughts.
He closed his eyes.
It was unknown what he imagined, slowly, his chest calmed down, his fists clenched, in a very defensive state, ready for any combat.
He opened his eyes again.
His face now had a blank look.
The same lost look as if he was the only one in the entire world.
Alone.
He did not identify anyone. He did not have any purpose. He can kill ruthlessly without feeling any emotion.
He is Tyson.
Don't know how much time passed with him staring blankly into the darkness like a puppet.
.
The door of the room was suddenly knocked.
"Xiao-Bai, I'll go with you for the jog today." It was a neutral but caring voice.
Along came a faint voice, as if the owner was in a hurry, comically panicking.
"Hey, I'll also go! Luckily I woke up. Rong-Rong, call me next time too!"
"Shh- Big bro is still asleep. Don't disturb him."
They were Tang Rong and Duan Wei.
Luckily Fang Junjie's room was fully soundproof and even blocked the unnecessary noise from outside.
Fang Bai who was emotionlessly sitting on the bed suddenly twitched.
Life slowly came back to his dark brown eyes and he slowly relaxed his stiff body.
"Yes, coming in 5 minutes. You go first."His voice was groggy.
Rubbing his face, he got out of the bed and removed the curtains, allowing the twilight to enter the room.
Looking out of the window, it was still foggy.
He went to the washroom, then washed his face and changed into another light blue hoodie.
He casually roamed his hands over his long dark brown hair, styling them lazily.
4 minutes had passed.
Before getting out of the room, he paused for a few seconds and looked at a wall.
On it were the pictures of him, Fang Junjie and his best friends.
There were pictures of their birthday parties, trips, college and school events.
His gaze stopped on a picture of the four of them on the mountain top.
They were still in their high school at that time.
In the picture, all four of them stood looking down the mountain top.
They all were full of dreams and ambitions for the future.
Their smiles were fresh and bright, uncaring of the darkness of the world.
The last bit of gloominess within him dispersed.
Warmth slowly returned to his eyes.
He walked outside the room, still expressionless.
He had expected the boys to go already go forward and train but he froze to see both of them leaning against his bedroom wall.
They were quietly looking outside the glass window of their corridor.
Dual Wei had his head on Tang Rong's shoulder while the latter stood straight, not at all annoyed by the sticky fellow.
Sensing his arrival, Tang Rong straightened up, shook Duan Wei awake and walked to him, rubbing his head.
"Good morning."
"Hmm... good morning."
Duan Wei also came.
"Good morning Xiao-Bai." His eyes were full of sleep but he stubbornly came.
He woke up one hour earlier than usual.
Tang Rong didn't have any sleep in his eyes.
There were no signs of him waking up.
He must have pulled an all-nighter.
Tang Rong has always been mysterious. He was in the final year of college and one year older than him and Duan Wei.
He never bothered to hide his activities but they all respected each other's privacy.
Well, Tang Rong was trustable too. He would never do anything like getting in a life and death match, like him.
Fang Bai quietly looked away.
Before he could walk forward, a heavy koala fell on him. He almost fell flat on his face.
Tang Rong quietly snickered.
Duan Wei was hanging and leaning on his back, his face squished on his shoulder and arms around his torso.
He even had the gall to say that he was too thin for a pillow.
Fang Bai was trying his best not to mind a human touch. His defence and training always made him subconsciously resistant to all the people.
Duan Wei must have known this too.
Sigh, who told him to anger them.
Only later did he get to know that Duan Wei and Tang Rong did this deliberately to make him laugh and forget all the nightmares. They somehow could sense his abnormalities.
Fang Junjie too could easily find out but he was just totally unaware about his nightmares.
As a result he always blamed his busy schedule and nagged him day and night.
Well he would never feel annoyed about his big brother's care.
Right now, the world famous fighter Tyson was helpless and in trouble.
He was taken as a pillow audaciously by a young man and he could do nothing about it.
The person also deliberately played with him by roaming his hands near his neck and heart again and again.
Fang Bai facepalmed and allowed him to mess with him.
He sighed and quietly dragged the heavy weight on his back through the hall towards the elevator.
On other days he would have punched this koala to become a good boy but he wouldn't dare to when they are angry.
Just for the long term happiness. He muttered to himself.
Tang Rong has put his hands in his pockets and leisurely walked behind him.
One could just imagine a bucket of popcorn and cola missing from the scene.
He even purposefully messed with the elevator buttons so as to delay the time of his torture.
Finally, three young men walked out of the elevator with their handsome faces, immediately attracting the attention of women in the jogging track.
They looked like handsome elites, their every action and footstep flawless.
Who would have imagined that 2 minutes before these handsome men were fighting and pushing each other in the elevator?
And the muscular young man who made every man feel conscious of their figure was even acting like a koala hung on his friend!