TEFSCBSS Chapter 117

Chapter 117: Wang Bokao Asks Wuzhen to Back Him Up

There wasn’t anything particularly tragic about the outcome of Warring States—it was all that troublemaker Wufei’s fault!

Would the other three kingdoms have ganged up on him if he hadn’t stirred things up?

Hmph! And that backstabbing, fair-weather “ally” ended up with the same fate—becoming the third nation to be completely wiped out.

As for Zhao Wen?

Ha! That bootlicker knew how to read the wind better than anyone. He switched sides faster than anyone else, became Wufei’s vassal state, and survived.

In the end, Wufei emerged again as the victor of the Warring States.

Seriously—why does he keep winning?

How does a monk have this many tricks up his sleeve?

Wang Bokao left the script store utterly disheartened, but he wasn’t ready to let this go. He decided he was going to file a complaint!

Dragging Ertong around the entire street, he finally found his long-lost senior brother, Wuzhen.

He pinched his thigh hard, squeezed out a few tears, and rushed at Wuzhen, who was diligently out begging for alms, while wailing:

“Master Wuzhen! Master Wuzhen! You’ve got to stand up for me!”

Wuzhen: Huh? What just came running at me? …Oh, it’s Wang Bokao.

“Benefactor, what’s wrong?”

Wang Bokao wiped his fake tears and exaggerated the entire ordeal from the script store.

“Boo-hoo, Master Wuzhen! We’ve known each other since the store first opened! You can’t just let your junior brother treat me like this!”

“Forget Werewolf—he lies to me all the time!”

“Now there’s a new tabletop game, and he’s still lying to me?!”

“What happened to ‘monks don’t lie’?”

He was genuinely upset. Truly wronged!

Why is it always Wufei targets first?

Wuzhen’s already shiny head somehow looked even shinier. He had a headache coming on.

He hadn’t visited the script store much lately and honestly had no idea what had been going on. He knew Wang Bokao was a bit of a scaredy-cat, a little impulsive, and had a sharp tongue, but deep down he wasn’t a bad guy.

Still… he trusted his junior brother more. Wufei had always been “kind-hearted and obedient,” helped around the temple, and never seemed like someone who would target others out of spite.

There must be some kind of misunderstanding.

So, Wuzhen consoled Wang Bokao and promised he’d talk to his junior brother and clear things up.

Wang Bokao, thinking Wuzhen was going to “discipline” Wufei, nearly jumped for joy!

He grabbed Wuzhen’s sleeve, shouting, “Let’s go now, Master! Right now!”

Hmph! He wanted to see Wufei get a good scolding in person, then rub it in his face!

…

At the West Tower Script Store, Wufei had just wrapped up another game. A few well-off players even paid him to coach them one-on-one on how to build and develop their unique troop types.

It was all going swimmingly. Wufei patted his bulging sleeve, heavy with copper coins, and taught with even more enthusiasm.

Passing by, Su Li took a glance and nodded in approval. Yep, nothing to complain about. It was good to see players helping each other—exactly the kind of friendly vibe the store needed. Satisfied, she went back to studying a new script, snacks in hand.

Not long after she left, Wang Bokao dragged Wuzhen into the store.

Seeing Wufei still looking so “kind and friendly” while teaching others, Wang Bokao was fuming.

Seriously? Double standards! This was absolute double standards!

Wang Bokao stormed over, yanked Wufei out of the store, and stood there, arms crossed, demanding answers.

“Hmph! Let’s get this straight right now! Why do you always single me out?!”

Wufei looked at him, completely baffled. “Why would I target you?”

Wang Bokao got even angrier. “Still denying it?!”

“You lied to me in Werewolf! You teamed up with everyone else to wipe me out in Warring States! In Murder Mystery, you always accuse me of being the killer!”

“You still wanna say you’re not picking on me?!”

Wufei stayed calm and replied, “I’m not. That’s just how the games work.”

“In Werewolf, I’m a werewolf. Of course I’m going to lie.”

“And I took you out early in the Warring States because I respect you. You’re sharp—super smart. A real threat.”

“So naturally, I had to eliminate you early. Otherwise, I wouldn’t stand a chance later on.”

Wufei even looked a little ashamed. “I’m sorry. I’m just not good enough. I was scared of you. That’s all.”

Wang Bokao’s eyes went wide. “You… you think I’m that good?”

“Totally!” Wufei nodded.

Wang Bokao still felt like something was off, but… he’d just been praised. He was glowing.

“You’re not bad yourself,” he said proudly. “Quite perceptive. Recognized my brilliance right away. Truly worthy of being called a monk!”

Beaming, Wang Bokao strolled away, patting his head.

Behind him, Ertong twitched. Is my master this easy to fool? Even I can tell Wufei was just saying that to shut him up.

Wuzhen had been watching from the sidelines the whole time and finally sighed. “Wufei, what’s going on?”

Wufei didn’t say anything.

Of course, he knew his excuse wouldn’t work on his senior brother. But so what?

His gaze drifted to the spot where Wang Bokao had been gripping Wuzhen’s sleeve—now wrinkled and worn-looking.

Damn it. He’s never even stood that close to me!

I’ve never tugged on his sleeve like that, and yet Wuzhen let Wang Bokao drag him over?!

First, it was throwing an arm over his shoulder. Now it’s grabbing his sleeve. What next—holding hands?!

Wufei’s expression darkened. This isn’t over between me and Wang Bokao.

Wuzhen often didn’t understand what his junior brother was thinking. He sighed again and lightly tapped Wufei on the forehead. “You know, your temperament doesn’t suit being a monk.”

Wufei’s radar flared instantly. His eyes reddened. “Are you taking Wang Bokao’s side?”

“Are you going to kick me out?”

“What are you talking about? I never said that,” Wuzhen said helplessly. Is this that “rebellious phase” Su Li kept mentioning?

He smoothed out Wufei’s slightly rumpled robes. “Alright. It’s getting dark. Let’s head back.”

“Let’s pick up some food on the way, for Master and the others.”

“More people are hearing about Jingang Temple now. Some even ask us to conduct ceremonies. We’re starting to get a few visitors here and there.”

“Master can’t handle it all by himself. Let’s go help him out.”

Wufei rested his hand on the part of his robe that Wuzhen had just straightened. Lips pressed together, he quickly caught up, trailing closely behind his senior brother, listening intently as Wuzhen talked about where he had gone that day and who he had met.

As the sky darkened and lanterns lit up one by one along the street, their glow cast faint shadows behind them.

Wufei walked within Wuzhen’s shadow, hoping this kind of life would never change.