Jiang Cheng Quotes

Jiang Cheng, “If I can’t seek revenge no matter if I’m dead or alive, then what’s the difference between the two?

What could he say? That, back then, I wasn't caught by the Wen Sect because I wanted to go back to Lotus Pier to retrieve my parents' corpses. That, at the town we passed on our way, when you were buying food, a group of Wen Sect cultivators caught up. That, I discovered them early and left where I sat, hiding at the corner of the street and didn't get caught, but they were patrolling the streets and would soon run into you outside. That this was why I ran out and distracted them. But just like how the past Wei Wuxian couldn't tell him the truth of giving him his golden core, the current Jiang Cheng wasn't able to say anything either.

Wei WuXian! I haven’t seen anyone as shameless as you!

He had always thought that Jiang Cheng would be on his side, and Lan Wangji on the side opposite to him. He could never have imagined that things would turn out so differently.

...if they established the outcome, then everything in the middle would be directed toward that outcome. but if they started with the process, they could end up with any number of outcomes." - Jiang Cheng

Wei Wuxian couldn’t listen anymore. He said, “Watch your tongue.” “I never do. Did you forget that, perhaps?” Jiang Cheng said. “I must have,” Wei Wuxian said derisively. Jiang Cheng snorted. “As if you’re one to tell me to watch my tongue. Did you remember to watch your tongue with Jin Ling, back at Mount Dafan?

Our dear comrade Jiang Qing told us, ‘Smash to pieces the security and law enforcement agencies.

Ke Cheng-li doesn’t like working-class kids. He only likes rich kids. He made Jiang Ji-li the teacher’s assistant for math class and gave her higher grades, and he also let her win all the math contests and awarded her a lot of notebooks. We have to ask the question, What is the relationship between them after all?

Don’t just let me go. Don’t just walk away without a care as soon as I say forget it. Pester me for a little while longer, will you? What if I change my mind and turn around, but you’re not there anymore?” - Jiang Cheng

CV-22 Chinese Point name: Tian Tu;25 English translation: “Celestial Chimney;” Special Attributes: this is an Intersection Point of the Yin Linking Vessel and the Conception Vessel. It is listed as a Vital Point in the Bubishi; Location: On the centerline of the body at the center of the suprasternal notch. That structure is the commonly referred to the “horseshoe notch” at the base of the throat; Western Anatomy: the jugular arch and a branch of the inferior thyroid artery are superficially represented. The trachea, or windpipe, is found deeper and the posterior aspect of the sternum, the innominate vein and aortic arch are also present; Comments: This point is of particular importance the martial artist as it is the intersection point of the Yin Linking Vessel and the Conception Vessel. The interrelationship between these two vessels will be covered in detail later in the book. Additionally, the structure of the suprasternal notch is an excellent “touch point” for situations when sight is reduced and you find yourself at extremely close range with your opponent. CV-23 Chinese Point name: Lian Quan;26 English translation: “Ridge Spring;” Special Attributes: Some Traditional Chinese Medicine textbooks state that this location is an intersection point for the Yin Linking Vessel and the Conception Vessel; Location: On the centerline of the throat just above the Adam’s apple; Western Anatomy: the anterior jugular vein, a branch of cutaneous cervical nerve, the hypoglossal nerve, and branch of the glossopharyngeal nerve are present; Comments: Strikes to this point should directly inward, or slightly upward, to bust the structure of the Adam’s apple and disrupt the energy flow to the head. Generally, any strike to the throat area will activate a number of sensitive acupuncture points and attacks the structural weakness of this part of the human body. CV-24 Chinese Point name: Cheng Jiang;27 English translation: “Sauce Receptacle;” Special Attributes: It is the intersection point of the Stomach and Large Intestine Meridians. Some sources state that the Governing and Conception Vessels intersect at this location. It is one of the 36 Vital Points listed in the Bubishi; Location: On the centerline of the head at the slight depression on the upper aspect of the chin; Western Anatomy: Branches of the inferior labial artery and vein are found with a branch of the facial nerve. Comments: The translation of the Chinese term for the point, “Sauce Receptacle,” is illustrative in that if one were to drip sauce from their mouth while eating it would accumulate at this point of their chin. This point is another interesting point for the martial artist. Strikes to this point are generally most effective when aimed downward at a 45-degree angle. A hammerfist strike to this point, with enough force, will not only cause an instant knockout, but can dislocate the jaw.

Hey." Jiang Cheng rubbed his forehead. "She knows about you, right?" "Yup. Confession. rejection, coming out—all done in one go," said Gu Fei. "That's fucking brutal." "That's why I say it's better to keep your distance from the start. Sure beats rejection.

They're fine on the court, but off it, who knows what they'll do? That's what makes it annoying." "So are you going to play or not?" Jiang Cheng asked. "Now i'm getting annoyed. Try, my ass—if you’re gonna play, play. If not, just fucking forget it." "All right then," Gu Fei said. "If you're in, so am I.

Maybe it's just sheer pettiness, but I want to prove to my m... my adoptive mother," Jiang Cheng said, then frowned—it wasn’t like she would find out—"that I'm not gonna rot in the place she dumped me. I'm gonna go far from here." "Yeah." Gu Fei stretched. "A shithole like this? No one wants to stay here.

Want a cigarette?" Gu Fei asked. Jiang Cheng turned and gave him a look. "Oh, a post-coital smoke?

Aren't you tired of taking pictures?" Jiang Cheng asked. "You've been shooting the whole day." "Not if they're of you," said Gu Fei.

Jiang Cheng didn't get excited easily, especially not during tournaments. He'd always played point guard, which required calm observation. Even showy moves were a matter of skill, not emotion. But now, with the crowd erupting like a volcano and his crappy little team playing remarkably well, he found it hard to stay levelheaded.

There was no way for Gu Fei to understand how Jiang Cheng felt right now. The air about him was so fundamentally different from the people who grew up here. Gu Fei couldn't begin to imagine how such a person would feel in an environment like this, with a..."father" like that.

You've sure got a mouth on you." Jiang Cheng plastered a large, fake smile on his face. "You can keep yours shut if it can't keep up. There's no point in arguing, anyway.

Surprisingly, Jiang Cheng's first thought when he found out his rib wasn't broken was: Great, it won't affect the basketball tournament. He was astounded by his strong sense of team spirit.

Jiang Cheng felt a sudden chill run down his spine. With moves like that, it was entirely plausible that Gu Fei could have killed someone before.

Jiang Cheng didn't know what he wanted out of a fight with Gu Fei—he just wanted to lash out, to tear into someone, to pitch himself forward and break free from the chains on his body that he couldn't see, touch, or understand.

Get inside," Gu Fei glanced at him, then started walking back to the store. "Aren't you cold?" "Who was that?" Jiang Cheng exclaimed, having recovered his wits. "You're just going to leave him there? What if he freezes to death?" "Then I'll just kill you." Gu Fei laughed. "No witnesses that way.

He sounded really pitiful." "You pity everyone," Gu Fei said. Jiang Cheng glanced askance at him. "Mm-hm. You seem rather pitiful to me, too.

You can't even remember people's names," said Gu Fei. "It's not that I can't remember." Jiang Cheng sighed. "I just can't be bothered to remember. My brain isn't a dumpster—I need it to remember useful things." Gu Fei nodded. "You're right. Remembering directions isn't useful at all." "Shut up," said Jiang Cheng.

Screw you." Jiang Cheng said in a stuffy voice. "Mm," Gu Fei answered, still patting him gently. Then he turned his head and planted a kiss on the tip of Jiang Cheng's ear. It was a gesture that surprised even himself—he couldn't justify it.

In a place that did not belong to him before he came and would not give him a sense of belonging now that he was here, he needed something that was his. Something that made him feel grounded. But these were things that Li Baoguo wouldn't understand, and Jiang Cheng couldn't make him.

Are you bringing these people as your teammates, or as your cheerleaders?" Jiang Cheng asked. Wang Xu glanced at the guys beside him, then glared back at Jiang Cheng. "What, you scared?" "Cheerleaders are fine by me," Jiang Cheng said, sizing them up as he approached. "But if they're going to fight, then you better get the order straight among yourselves first.

Jiang Cheng suddenly felt like there was a powerful force screaming inside him, compelling him to write a novel, the title of which would be "King of Tropes: The Proud Owner of Every Coincidence on This Planet.

Three things," Jiang Cheng said. Wang Xu looked at him, not quite comprehending what he just said. "One: get down," Jiang Cheng said as he stuck out an index finger. He then proceeded to put up another finger. "Two: the one who started it is always the jackass." Wang Xu finally reanimated. He glared at Jiang Cheng and was about to say something when Jiang Cheng cut him off and held up a third finger. "Three: just tell me how you want to resolve this. If all you're going to do is keep blabbing on, then I concede.

Jiang Cheng, I notice you and Gu Fei coordinate well in basketball. You must be close off the court too, right?" "...It's just basketball. Anyone who can play knows how to coordinate.

The edges of Jiang Cheng's mental image of Gu Fei suddenly went fuzzy: a guy who carried sweets in his pocket, knew how to knit woolen hats, and committed murder—patricide, no less...

Wang Xu called you fussy." Gu Fei said, watching. "Yeah," said Jiang Cheng. "What, you want to back him up on that?" "I do. You really are difficult. Are you trying to show how strong and independent you are?" Jiang Cheng sighed. With the bottle of rubbing alcohol in his hand, he looked at Gu Fei. “I’m afraid you won’t know how to hold back—that’s how you play basketball.

Don't you fucking lecture me," Jiang Cheng hissed hoarsely, his eyelids snapping open. "I've heard enough of that. We've already seen proof that your lectures have no effect on someone like me. I'm not like my little brother, I'm not like you, and that's how it's always been! Everything you say sounds berating to me, and everything I say offends you! And now I'm at my real home; is that not enough?!

I'll treat you to dinner later, orphan boy." Jiang Cheng managed a little smile, "Sure.

What do you plan to do from now on?" Gu Fei asked. "I haven't thought about it." Jiang Cheng turned and sneezed, then said between sniffles, "I'm not going back there in any case. I'm nobody's son. From now on, I'm a fucking orphan.

Perfect partners, huh? Jiang Cheng quite liked this label.

It might scare you if I told you." "Go on, scare me," Jiang Cheng said.

Some people were cat magnets; some people had dogs follow them home. Jiang Cheng might just be a magnet for strange children...

Hi, my name is Jiang Cheng, and I don’t really like it when people touch me. Because I like men, I especially don’t like to be touched by them.