novelraw Chapter 62: The Adult
Chapter 62: The Adult
Seeing that Zhang Wenda had fallen into crisis, and as Song Jianguo blew the whistle once more, the other black cats broke free from the instructors' entanglement, surging forward like a black tide, fearlessly pouncing at Yang Yongxin’s left arm and legs.
They clawed at the gaps between his scales and bit at the vulnerable joints.
Although black cats were instantly electrocuted by the arcs of electricity radiating from Yang Yongxin’s body, spasming and collapsing to the ground—
Even more cats threw themselves forward, tightly clinging and dragging!
They didn’t seek to cause serious harm, only to interfere with his movements and slow the formation of his electric arcs, hoping to help Zhang Wenda and the other.
“Goddamn it!” Aunt Flo also charged over, delivering a solid elbow strike that sent an instructor flying, then hurried toward the scene.
“Get off me! Damn vermin!” Yang Yongxin roared.
Surrounded by the cats, his movements turned sluggish and clumsy, and the arcs of electricity he was forming flickered erratically.
Zhang Wenda wanted to pull out the sword and stab it into the opponent’s brain, but the latter seemed to know exactly what he was planning, holding the hilt tightly to stop him from drawing the weapon.
Feeling around his body, Zhang Wenda’s right hand touched the cold enamel mug.With no time to think, he hurled the crushed enamel mug with all his strength, like throwing a softball, aiming straight at Yang Yongxin’s beastly face, twisted in pain and rage!
At that moment, the red core on Zhang Wenda’s arm shone brightly, and the enamel mug flew like a blur.
Yang Yongxin saw a black object flying toward his face and instinctively swung his claw to swat it away—but his arm was a second too slow due to the cats dragging him down!
Bang! The heavy metal mug slammed solidly into Yang Yongxin’s face!
The hit landed with perfect precision—exactly where Zhang Wenda had previously wounded him with the lightsaber!
Crack! The clear sound of bone fracturing rang out again!
“Aaaagh!” Yang Yongxin let out a blood-curdling scream.
This time, the pain far surpassed any he had felt before, and he was instantly knocked to the ground.
A streak of blue-white lightning surged from his hand again, but Zhang Wenda, already anticipating his move, grabbed that hand holding the arc and, under the red core’s power, forcefully stuffed it into his mouth.
In an instant, the electric arc turned into crazed serpents of lightning, flooding violently out of the wounds on his face, his nostrils, his mouth, and even his eyes.
“Urrrgh—!” Yang Yongxin’s massive beastly form shook violently like a sieve.
His whole body convulsed uncontrollably, blue-white sparks spraying from the gaps in his scales.
The powerful current he prided himself on, used to torture others, now rampaged and ravaged his own body in the most violent way.
He could no longer remain standing.
Like a giant beast stripped of its bones, he collapsed to his knees with a thunderous crash, clutching his face and throat in agony, letting out inhuman, hopeless wails.
The powerful electromagnetic field collapsed in an instant.
Seeing this, everyone scattered and backed off.
Nearby, Song Jianguo stood panting, gripping a spear with one hand.
Aunt Flo stood tensely beside him, watching closely.
Zhang Wenda struggled, barely managing to stand with the Youth’s support.
He looked at Yang Yongxin, who was writhing in agony on the ground, consumed by the backlash of his own power.
In his eyes, there was no joy of victory—only cold relief and a deep, burning exhaustion.
“See... see that, Director Yang…” he panted, his voice so hoarse it was almost unrecognizable.
With Professor Yang’s death, the nearby instructors scattered like frightened birds and vanished without a trace.
Once all the enemies were gone, everyone present nearly collapsed from exhaustion, slumping to the ground and gasping for breath.
Zhang Wenda looked up at the bizarre digital sky above.
A sun was slowly rising.
He truly hadn’t expected there would be a sun in the Network World.
Just then, the Youth pulled an orange-flavored lollipop from his pocket and handed it to Zhang Wenda.
“Hey, friend, you’re all banged up—it must hurt like hell. Eat something sweet. Back there, when the shocks were too much, I’d eat candy to bear it.”
Zhang Wenda looked at the candy but didn’t take it.
He pushed it back. “Keep it. You need it more than I do right now. Oh, right, could you do me a favor, Zhang Wenda?”
The Youth looked at him in surprise, then unwrapped the candy and popped it into his mouth. “A favor? Of course! You saved me. Whatever you need, just say it.”
Zhang Wenda lay on the ground, gazing at the rising sun in the sky. “I want you to remember this day. Ten years from now. Twenty years. Thirty years. I want you to remember it. Never forget.”
The Youth nodded resolutely, crunching the candy between his teeth. “Mm! Don’t worry! I remember. I’ll always remember!!”
Zhang Wenda smiled at the firmness in his expression.
“Oh? Don’t be so sure.”
“The adult world is exhausting. All kinds of things will come up. For just a few thousand yuan of salary, you’ll be so tired you can’t breathe, so tired you’ll forget a lot of things without even realizing it.”
“I won’t!” the Youth’s voice suddenly rose, his expression full of determination.
“Oh? Why not?” Zhang Wenda sat up from his lying position.
The Youth stood up, raised his right fist toward the rising sun in the sky, eyes shining as he shouted with excitement, “Because I’m a World of Warcraft player!!”
Staring at the younger version of himself, hearing the name of a game he hadn’t played in years shouted so confidently, he suddenly smiled.
“Youth is wonderful.”
The Youth looked at the child on the ground and reached out his right hand. “Let’s properly introduce ourselves. I’m Zhang Wenda. Thank you for saving me. You really hate Professor Yang—were you locked up too? I’m Zhang Wenda from Room 13. What room were you in?”
Zhang Wenda stood up, enduring the pain as he shook hands, but didn’t answer the question.
He only said calmly, “Go back. It’s getting late. Remember to find your uncle.”
The Youth looked surprised. “Who are you? How do you know I have an uncle? Why do you seem so familiar to me?”
Zhang Wenda still didn’t answer.
He just shook his head.
“Go. It’s late. Don’t look back. Just keep walking forward. Don’t let childhood memories become lifelong shadows. Don’t look back.”
The Youth walked away toward the end of the flea market, turning back every few steps.
Just as he was about to part the dog fur curtain and leave, he shouted from afar toward Zhang Wenda, “Hey! At least tell me your name! Who are you really?”
Zhang Wenda looked at him, cupped his hands to his mouth like a megaphone, and shouted back, “An adult!”