From Apocalypse To Entertainment Circle (BL)-Chapter 46: Green Tea? More Like Black and Blue

Sian turned his head toward the door, and upon seeing the visitors, he realized they were not strangers. They were the very people he had shared a life-and-death experience with. Specifically, it was Aaron, Michael, Liang Zhu, Tong Xiao, Ben Wang, and Coach Kim Hyun who had come to see him.

Everyone stood at the entrance, looking visibly awkward. Naturally, they should feel embarrassed—after all, these were the same people who had once acted as Sian’s mentors and friends, only to later try sacrificing his life to save their own.

Sian was no saint.

Though he appeared indifferent to their actions, he was the type of person who cut ties immediately upon detecting even the slightest rot in a relationship. And that was exactly what he did. At first, he could still exchange a few words with these people—after all, Sian had always maintained a polite and mild-mannered front, responding with courtesy to those who treated him well. It was a habit he had developed due to the scarcity of genuine, ordinary humans in his world. He had once enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded by people and engaging in conversation with them. But that was all.

Sian was no angel.

After witnessing how every single one of them had been willing to hand him over to Liam just to ensure their own survival—whether they said it outright or betrayed their true thoughts through the look in their eyes—he had not spared them a single glance since that moment. Then, everything unfolded as it did, and now they were out of that hell. But that was it. They shouldn’t expect Sian to maintain a so-called "friendship" with any of them.

"Uh... I’m— I mean, we’re here to check on you," Tong Xiao stammered, as usual, his head lowered, unable to meet Sian’s eyes.

"Kid, we came to see you and wish you a speedy recovery. How are you feeling now?" Liang Zhu’s rough voice rang out as he tried to act naturally. It was obvious he wanted to erase all traces of his selfishness from existence.

The others remained silent, clearly lacking the thick skin of those two.

Sian had no interest in participating in this pathetic display of fake human emotions, so he cut straight to the heart of the matter with a single, decisive sentence.

"As you can see, I’m doing just fine. So you can leave." His voice was calm but carried an unmistakable finality. "Listen, people, we indeed went through a lot together, but we’ve made it out of that hell now. Frankly, I don’t care about what you did or what you plan to do. In the end, we’re nothing more than strangers. I don’t need explanations or apologies—those things mean nothing to me. I want to rest, so please close the door behind you when you leave."

Sian had delivered all of this in one breath, leaving no room for interruptions or meaningless chatter. Honestly, they should be grateful he was feeling too tired and bored to say anything harsher.

The visitors’ faces darkened. Even though Sian had phrased his words with "kindness," it was still a resounding slap to their faces. Their reactions varied—some showed regret, others embarrassment, while Ben Wang, on the other hand, looked outright furious, as if Sian owed him his life and the lives of ten generations of his ancestors.

But what did that have to do with Sian? Absolutely nothing.

When he saw that they still hadn’t moved, he was about to kick them out more directly when a soft, coquettish voice called out:

"Brother Sian!"

Everyone in the room turned toward the door, where Song Zijian entered, flaunting his body, his beauty, and the extravagant designer clothes he wore. Anyone could tell at a glance that his outfit was custom-made, worth at least twenty million—far too expensive for a mere mid-tier idol and an eighteenth-rate actor.

Song Zijian burst in and, not losing a single second, dashed to Sian, who was still by the window. He immediately spread his arms and enclosed him, like an overjoyful big brother embracing his long-lost brother.

Sian had the original’s memories now, so the moment he heard that voice, he immediately recognized the person before him.

[Oh... I swore I’d take revenge on this tea-sipping whore if the heavens ever granted me the chance. And now he’s standing right in front of me? Looks like even the heavens have eyes, and the earth rejects pests like Song Zijian. If that’s the case...]

As soon as Song Zijian pulled away from the hug, he put on a pitiful yet innocent smile and said, "Brother Si’an, are you okay? You have no idea how worried I’ve been these past few days. I couldn’t even sleep at night thinking about your suffering, Brother Sian."

Then, as if on cue, Song Zijian burst into tears, sobbing dramatically like his life depended on it, even going so far as to hiccup.

...Ugh, forget it. Even I want to strangle this green tea bastard until his eyeballs pop out.

When Song Zijian finally stopped crying, he looked up at Sian’s face and realized something—this boy had become even more stunning. His aura had grown more refined, exuding elegance and power.

Song Zijian clenched his teeth. But before he could make another move—

BAM!

Sian’s knee slammed into his stomach.

Song Zijian felt like he was about to vomit up everything he’d eaten that day. His insides burned like hellfire. But Sian didn’t stop there—his fist landed straight on Song Zijian’s face, making his nose start bleeding instantly.

Next, without breaking stride, Sian reached out, took him by the arm, and tossed him over his shoulder, sending him crashing to the ground.

The rest of them stood around like fans at a soccer game.

After everything they had been through, they were no longer surprised by Sian’s actions.

Of course, none of them cheered for either side, but they weren’t stupid enough to intervene or try to stop them.

They still valued their lives, after all.

Who would dare stand in the way of this terrifying person?

They hadn’t forgotten how this pretty-faced teenager had mercilessly slaughtered multiple terrorists without so much as a flinch.

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The first thing his eyes landed on was the miserable sight of Song Zijian lying on the ground, his face covered in blood, his condition absolutely pitiful.

Jiang Hangyu did not stir at first. Only when he heard Song Zijian groaning in agony did he finally rush over to where he was?

"Ah Jian! Don’t scare me! Ah Jian, what’s the matter with you? Are you all right?"

Then, raising his head, he looked around with his dazed eyes at Sian and the others.

"What in the world happened here?!"