Reborn and Counterattack: The CEO's Powerful Sweetheart

Chapter 289: 289: My name is Mou Daren

A certain vice-class monitor looked at their shocked expressions and suddenly felt delighted. With his hands on his hips, he acted like he was pointing out the country and said, ”Now you know what’s going on, right? Still want to rush in?”

He was trying to save them. A couple fighting, and they insisted on joining the chaos; that’s just adding to the mess.

We know very well, not going in...

The three of them seemed to have opened the door to a new world, all nodding in agreement. Meanwhile, their hearts were filled with awe as they thought of Devil King’s terrifying power and Gu Tong’s strategic talent.

When these two come together, they couldn’t help but shudder.

”Dear vice-class leader... you’re like my own brother, my savior...” Zhao Yong finally realized he had saved himself from disaster. If he had rushed in, Earl would definitely scold him, and punching him was possible too. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and hurriedly expressed his gratitude.

Huang Shou was even more exaggerated. He stepped forward, shook the vice-class monitor’s hand, and said, ”Savior, what’s your name? I’ll make a plaque for you when I get back, worship it every day, and never miss lighting incense...”

To worship...

The corner of the vice-class monitor’s mouth twitched a few times.

However, he didn’t miss the crucial point Huang Shou asked—his name.

Actually, speaking of it, everyone in Warhawk Class 1 has a name, except for the vice-class monitor, who has somehow not been identified individually; others call him such as if they want to animate this code name.

But the vice-class monitor didn’t seem to have any objection, thoroughly enjoying it as if ”A Certain Vice” was his actual name.

”Maybe it’s better not to write my name...” The vice-class monitor scratched the back of his head.

Hearing this, everyone felt better.

Even Lu Lijun, who was watching the drama from the side, was a bit puzzled and said, ”Deputy, come to think of it, what’s your name?”

Their goodwill was almost overwhelming. The vice-class monitor was nearly spitting blood, but since his buddies asked, he couldn’t refuse to answer. He cleared his throat and said, ”My name is Mou Daren...”

”Huh?” Is there actually a surname Mou in this world?

”...” Mou Daren? Mou Big Man? Mou Hits People?

”...” What kind of nonsense is this...

The vice-class monitor, being ’knowledgeable’, was used to others’ reactions, but he still felt discomfort. Yet, with such a name, he had no solution either.

Thinking of this, he explained, ”Originally, my family had a surname, it was either Zhang or Cheng. Later, during my great-grandfather’s generation, there were incidents at home, and after a disaster, my grandmother passed away. To protect his descendants, my great-grandfather had to conceal our identities.”

”My great-grandfather was illiterate, but he knew the most important thing in life was being benevolent. So, he randomly created names, naming my father Mou Laoren, my sister Mou Xiaoren, and me Mou Daren. It felt normal at home while growing up, but once I learned their meanings, I couldn’t bear to see them...”

The vice-class monitor painfully narrated the family’s bloody history, pondering deeply about this name.

Yet, across from him, they were laughing until they were doubled over, making him glare at them angrily.

”Haha... Mou Old Man, Mou Daren, Mou Xiaoren, your great-grandfather really was creative...”

”Oh my, such talent, these names are unmatched, my stomach hurts from laughing...”

”Vice-Class Monitor, I better keep calling you Vice-Class Monitor. Maybe when you get a promotion, we’ll change it to Mou Official... haha...”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yong instantly chimed in, ”Haha! Mou Official, Mou Upright, Mou Dispute, haha! This isn’t better than Vice-Class Monitor...”

After saying this, they laughed even harder.

Zhao Yong sharply noticed the vice-class monitor’s darkened face and quickly said seriously, ”Can you be serious? This is too much!”

They all wanted to complain, too much? Wasn’t it you who led us into this? Otherwise, would we dare?

Seeing the vice-class monitor was unhappy, they swallowed all their complaints back.

Damn! This group of rascals!

The vice-class monitor almost wanted to kill someone. He was sorrowfully recounting the family’s bloody history, no sympathy or emotion from them, and they ended up laughing like that. How does that do justice to his ’sad’ story...

It’s simply too much...