Xiao Ma of Major Crimes Group B, full name Ma Fei Hong.
After three years in the unit, the person he admired most was his Boss, followed by Sister Xi Xi.
Ma Fei Hong was built big and burly, strong and martial. With his excellent fighting skills, he threw his weight around in Major Crimes Group B—only the Boss and Sister Xi Xi could beat him.
(P.S. Their group also includes several junior members: Big Scarhead, Little Lotus, Flood Dragon Sister, White Chicken, Cat Head, among others; as well as a veteran nearing retirement, nicknamed Old Sha, who had once been a formidable fighter but now, with age slowing his limbs, spends his days drinking tea and reading newspapers in the office.)
Later, Ma Fei Hong discovered that he couldn’t beat Old He from the Forensics Department either.
And later still, he realized he couldn’t even beat Xiao He…
That was a serious blow to his pride…
So Ma Fei Hong signed up at a boxing gym, hitting the ring after work every day—sweating it out and releasing his “male hormones.”
Gradually, he even gained a group of admiring junior male fans , who called him “Brother Ma” all day long.
But Brother Ma didn’t care for male admirers—he wanted female fans. He was tired of seeing nothing but stinky men every day.
Then one day—finally—the gym got a new coach.
A pair of alluring, expressive eyes, as beautiful as a movie star’s; a high ponytail; a tight training outfit; a pair of full, bouncing breasts rising and falling with every movement—Ma Fei Hong couldn’t tear his eyes away.
The coach was from Thailand, and her Chinese wasn’t very fluent. She introduced herself as Susin.
Susin. Oh, what a beautiful and pure name.
Ma Fei Hong immediately jumped onto the ring, intending to invite Coach Susin for coffee—no, for kung fu tea.
Mistaking him as someone stepping up to spar, Coach Susin swept him off the platform with a single kick, smashing his face against the edge of the ring and leaving a long scar.
Thus, Ma Fei Hong was disfigured, gaining yet again another diagonal scar across his face—a man’s badge of honor.
Wait… why did I say ‘yet again’?
Coach Susin felt deeply guilty and apologetic about his injury, and took the initiative to invite him out for curry rice and tom yum soup.
Ma Fei Hong felt like he was floating on clouds.
After overeating and struggling to digest, Coach Susin invited him back to the gym to “exercise a bit.”
Late at night, the gym was empty. The coach, smiling sweetly, took Ma Fei Hong’s hand and led him onto the ring, offering “1-to-1 private teaching.”
Ma Fei Hong was floating… floating… floating…
Why does the fairy have something bigger than mine after taking off her pants—?!!!
Is that chest muscle—?!!! Isn’t that supposed to be breasts—?!!! Where did the breasts go again—?!!!
Wait… why did I say ‘again’?
That night, the ring echoed with Officer Ma’s shouts and wails.
The next morning, Officer Ma—tenderly “loved” into the state of a ragged doll—curled up in a corner of the ring, wrapped in tattered clothes, quietly sobbing.
Coach Susin: “%……&**（） #￥%￥……。”
Ma Fei Hong croaked hoarsely, crying: “I can’t understand you, you foreign scammer!!”
Coach Susin: “Sweetheart, don’t cry. I will take responsibility.”
Ma Fei Hong: “I don’t understand English either!”
Coach Susin: “Baby? Black pineapple?”
Elio’s Notes: I like you in Cantonese somewhat sounds like black pineapple.
Ma Fei Hong burst into tears: “…Okay.”
And thus, he finally gained his one and only ‘female fan.’
Congratulations indeed.
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