As soon as the topic of in-depth learning was mentioned, Meng Feixuan suddenly became excited, and even the sickly appearance of his body was somewhat alleviated.

Xie Ran looked at the young man’s spirited expression and fell into deep thought for a moment: “What exactly did you learn?”

“I learned everything!” Meng Feixuan snapped his fingers and enthusiastically shared with Xie Ran: “Whether it was the G-spot location, powerful positions, or fun props and stimulating scenes, I mastered them all. If you’re interested, I can teach you, and I can even compile a whole ‘five-three curriculum’ for you…”

Obviously, after becoming human, Meng Feixuan’s speech was no longer restricted by the censorship program. His perception boundary was different from humans, and he used words very recklessly.

At that moment, his nonstop talking fully matched the official standard demonstration of the national campaign against pornography and illegal publications.

Xie Ran had already felt a headache coming on again, and hearing this, he couldn’t help but be confused: “Five-three curriculum?”

Meng Feixuan proudly patted his chest: “Five years to eliminate porn, three years of drama…”

Xie Ran: “…”

Xie Ran felt like he was about to imagine something and was about to stop him.

Just then, from the entrance of the garden, there came a deliberately loud cough, followed by footsteps.

Xie Ran and Meng Feixuan turned their heads and saw a group of young people who looked quite distinguished walking over. The one in front wore high-end bespoke clothes and had an unabashedly arrogant face — obviously the center of the group.

Meng Feixuan recognized this person: Zhang Yuduan, the heir of another top family, the Zhang clan of Haijing City, and a competitor of Meng Siyun.

To be precise, it was Zhang Yuduan who unilaterally considered Meng Siyun his competitor.

The Zhang family and the Meng family were both prestigious families in Haijing City, and the two families had competing and cooperative relationships in business. Zhang Yuduan and Meng Siyun were about the same age, so naturally, outsiders and elders from both families often compared the two.

However, Meng Siyun had been far ahead since childhood. Zhang Yuduan lagged behind in every aspect compared to Meng Siyun, and even Zhang family elders often praised Meng Siyun’s excellence.

Zhang Yuduan was naturally unwilling and worked hard to surpass Meng Siyun.

In Meng Siyun’s memory, his relationship with Zhang Yuduan was always just average, because Zhang Yuduan treated Meng Siyun as an enemy alone, but Meng Siyun never took Zhang Yuduan seriously.

After Meng Siyun’s car accident, Zhang Yuduan did visit him twice, but both times were rejected by Meng Siyun. At that time, Meng Siyun did not want to face whoever came, no matter the attitude of the former opponent.

Now that Zhang Yuduan suddenly appeared, it was clear he came with bad intentions.

After Meng Siyun’s accident, he had stayed secluded for nearly half a year without appearing publicly. His sudden appearance today quickly spread throughout the circle.

Zhang Yuduan originally did not plan to attend the banquet but hurried over immediately upon hearing the news, naturally to first-hand investigate his old rival’s condition.

When he just arrived at the garden, he happened to overhear Meng Feixuan blathering nonsense and expertly explaining adult knowledge to Xie Ran.

…The amount of knowledge seemed quite rich.

Zhang Yuduan felt complicated emotions.

Although Meng Siyun hadn’t appeared in half a year, many rumors about him circulated, saying his personality changed greatly after the accident. Hearing Meng Feixuan’s speech, Zhang Yuduan was shocked — this was more than a personality change, it was a change in humanity.

The proud heir of the Meng family actually talked openly about sexual positions in broad daylight — how disgraceful!

Zhang Yuduan felt compelled to strongly condemn him!

Looking at Meng Feixuan in the wheelchair, Zhang Yuduan twitched his mouth and said bitterly: “Meng Siyun… Even if you’re disabled, you don’t have to give up on yourself like this.”

The people behind Zhang Yuduan also looked strange. Ying Kaixi, trailing at the end of the group, had a dark face.

Since Xie Ran and Meng Feixuan left together, Ying Kaixi had been uneasy. Since Zhang Yuduan came over, Ying Kaixi, who was on good terms with Zhang Yuduan, took the chance to follow along.

Now, he felt like he was going to explode on the spot.

Meng Siyun really wanted to mess with Xie Ran!!

Meng Feixuan, however, could not understand their shocked emotions at all and instead asked nonsensically: “What nonsense are you talking about?”

“I heard everything…” Zhang Yuduan ignored Meng Feixuan’s crude language and shifted his gaze to Xie Ran, with a trace of pity in his tone: “Meng Siyun, I didn’t expect you to become like this.”

In their circle, hooking up with internet celebrities, chasing stars, and dating young models wasn’t anything new — but Meng Siyun was an exception.

Meng Siyun was an outlier who demanded all-around excellence of himself, including sexual purity, never fooling around.

Zhang Yuduan never thought that one day Meng Siyun would mess with internet celebrities and spew filthy words, which proved that Meng Siyun’s spirit was truly broken by the accident, to the point he abandoned his once proud qualities.

What a pity.

Zhang Yuduan felt melancholy. He had competed with Meng Siyun for many years but never expected Meng Siyun to bow out in this manner.

Feeling emotional, Zhang Yuduan also felt some sympathy.

He looked carefully at Meng Siyun’s appearance. The young man’s face was very thin, although still handsome, he could not hide his exhaustion and paleness. Meng Siyun used to stand tall and proud among crowds, looking down on others from above, but now he could only sit in a wheelchair and never stand again.

No wonder Meng Siyun turned out like this — perhaps this was the only confidence he could find.

Seeing Meng Siyun completely ruined, Zhang Yuduan lost interest in wasting more time on him. After sighing twice, he wanted to leave.

At that moment, someone from his group suddenly laughed and said: “I heard Master Meng legs won’t get better and that he’ll be in a wheelchair for life. I wonder if that’s true?” His tone showed undisguised glee.

“Brother Yang!” Zhang Yuduan glared at the speaker: “Watch your mouth.”

But Brother Yang didn’t listen and instead added fuel to the fire: “I’m just telling the truth.”

Among their group, many had issues with Meng Siyun, but Brother Yang was the worst.

Meng Siyun had performed brilliantly in business. Brother Yang had once offered generous terms to team up with him but was rejected. Later, after inquiries, Brother Yang learned through others that Meng Siyun refused to cooperate because he thought Brother Yang’s character was poor and unsuitable.

Since then, Brother Yang bore a grudge and sought chances to attack Meng Siyun, but Meng Siyun was too popular and Brother Yang dared not provoke the Meng family.

Now, seeing Meng Siyun like this, Brother Yang almost applauded. He agreed with Zhang Yuduan that Meng Siyun must have suffered a serious mental blow to lose even his usual dignity.

In the past, Meng Siyun never spoke so unrestrainedly — he was known as a model of good conduct.

But for Brother Yang, this was not enough. He wanted to see the once exalted prodigy collapse publicly, to vent his hatred.

Thinking this, Brother Yang eagerly stabbed again: “I’m just concerned about Master Meng. He’s our role-model. Could it really be that he’s become disabled?”

He deliberately stressed “disabled” and then stared fixedly at the young man in the wheelchair, waiting for him to lose his composure.

Others also looked toward the wheelchair. Brother Yang’s words were deeply hurtful. Meng Siyun was so proud — how could he endure such insult?

Then, they saw the young man in the wheelchair cross his arms, tilt his nose up, and look back at Brother Yang even more arrogantly than before: “Yeah, I’m disabled. So what?”

Brother Yang: ?

Meng Feixuan’s reaction was completely opposite to what Brother Yang expected. Brother Yang was stunned and took a while to react. He was shocked but thought Meng Feixuan was just putting on a brave face, so he continued mocking: “Shouldn’t you feel ashamed? You’re disabled and can’t stand up anymore!”

“Are you crazy?” Meng Feixuan sized up Brother Yang and gave a more mocking look: “You don’t feel ashamed of your pathetic self, so why should I? I only lost my legs. But you don’t even have a face.”

Brother Yang: “…”

Others: “…”

They confirmed Meng Siyun wasn’t pretending.

Moreover, Meng Siyun’s psychological quality was clearly stronger, but his manners declined.

This kind of sarcastic attitude was something Meng Siyun would never have done before.

Brother Yang failed to hurt Meng Feixuan, instead, his own mindset was shaken. He looked at his friends around, who were watching him, some even casually scrutinizing his face — obviously they took Meng Feixuan’s words seriously.

Brother Yang became more frustrated and spoke recklessly: “Meng Siyun, I think all you have left now is your mouth.”

His gaze fell on the silently watching Xie Ran, with a malicious smile, implying: “I heard you spent millions tipping this little internet celebrity. With your current condition, how do you think you’re doing in that area?”

His words were vile and poisonous, especially painful for any man recently suffering a physical trauma. This was salt in the wound.

Moreover, such topics were taboo, no matter how one answered, it would seem vulgar. Brother Yang’s reputation was not great anyway, so he didn’t care, but Meng Siyun was known as a noble figure — facing such questions, Brother Yang didn’t believe he wouldn’t be embarrassed.

Furthermore, Meng Siyun now looked like this, no matter if he answered “yes” or “no,” outsiders would see no difference. The former was pitiful, the latter even more so.

Sure enough, just after Brother Yang finished speaking, before the young man in the wheelchair could respond, Xie Ran’s face changed.

Xie Ran rarely showed emotion, but Brother Yang’s question was too improper — clearly, it was a gift for Meng Feixuan!

This kind of question might embarrass or confuse any person, but Meng Feixuan was not truly human. His sense of shame was on a completely different level.

Brother Yang mistook Xie Ran’s reaction as being hurt and looked even more lecherous: “Meng Siyun has good taste. If he can’t do it, maybe you could…”

Before he finished, Xie Ran suddenly took out a pair of Bluetooth earphones from his pocket and put them on. Before putting them in, he glanced at them coldly and said: “Good luck.”

Brother Yang: ?

Others: ??

The next moment, they finally understood what Xie Ran meant.

The young man in the wheelchair, whom they imagined would be angry and ashamed, did not lose his temper. Instead, he showed a satisfied expression, rubbed his hands, and in a principal-like tone said: “If you’re asking if I’m capable, this is my specialty. I currently mastered over seventy positions using legs, and about twenty without legs…”

Everyone: ??????

Where was the noble Meng Siyun? This amount of knowledge did not look like something learned in a short time after the accident.

Just as Meng Feixuan was about to start teaching, Xie Ran was ready to skillfully raise the earphone volume.

But Meng Feixuan suddenly stopped, snorted coldly, and said to Brother Yang: “Are you trying to get free lessons on positions? Dream on, I’m not falling for it!”

Brother Yang: “…” He never thought of that!

It wasn’t over. Meng Feixuan then looked at Brother Yang’s lower body and shook his head: “Also, you’re too short, many positions you simply can’t do.”

Brother Yang blushed furiously and shouted: “I’m not short!!!”

Meng Feixuan: “You’re less than 1.7 meters tall, with equal body proportions. Isn’t that short?”

Brother Yang choked: “…You mean legs?”

“Yeah,” Meng Feixuan said: “There’s a position where you put your foot behind your neck. Your length won’t do… But if you’re flexible enough, maybe you can.”

Meng Feixuan looked at him seriously and asked: “Are you hard or not?”

Everyone: “………………”