novelraw Chapter 1120 Firefighter vs. Cartoonist 63
Chapter 1120 Firefighter vs. Cartoonist 63
Chapter 1120 Firefighter vs. Cartoonist 63
But she didn't want Zhou Shu to know about her argument with Wei Chengze at all. She wanted to pretend that he hadn't noticed anything, and at least appreciate the decency.
Say goodbye to everything.
"Yes, it's Xiyuan Yaju, thank you."
Lin Zhian said hoarsely.
Behind the taxi, the city's wind and rain swayed.
Zhou Shu stood there until the taxi's license plate completely disappeared from sight.
He calmly withdrew his gaze, his fingers clicking the metal lighter, producing a mechanical click. His brows were cold and indifferent. He turned around, hailed a taxi, and left the hospital.
"Where?"
No. 299 Rongxi Road.
Zhou Shu said in a low voice, his long legs straddling the car.
I was waiting outside the hospital just to see when Lin Zhian and the others would leave.
She usually seems like such a gentle and kind girl, but when she gets brave, she's truly courageous, which really shattered Zhou Shu's impression of her.
The incident started because of him, and he felt bad leaving her behind. However, he felt it wasn't appropriate for him to stay inside, so he went out to wait for a while. Unexpectedly, he ended up waiting for Lin Zhian to come out alone.
Zhou Shu closed his eyes in the rearview mirror. A drop of water fell down his deep, cold brow bone and into his collar, where it accumulated into a small puddle in the hollow of his collarbone.
Before my eyes, there were not only some things, but also the little girl's bloodshot eyes.
Zhou Shu's eyelids twitched, and after a while, he opened his eyes again, his brows furrowed slightly, looking inexplicably irritable.
Has anyone told her this?
It was especially noticeable when she cried.
It was one thing for her to cry on the phone before, but she still cries now. Zhou Shu closed her eyes again, the ends of her neat black hair casting shadows that accentuated the lines of her straight nose. Her lips were red. After a few minutes, she opened her eyes again, feeling irritated, thinking to herself.
Who made her cry?
As the evening breeze rises, some feel uneasy, while others are filled with mixed emotions.
"Handsome guy, we've arrived at No. 299 Rongxi Road."
After about half an hour's drive, Zhou Shu opened his eyes, thanked them, and turned his head to see the dark blue light and shadow outside through the rain-blurred car window.
The LED sign of the Zero Matrix eSports Arena swayed in the cold rain.
Spitting out eerie blue lightning, raindrops pierced through the sharply defined characters, shattering into tiny streams of data.
The taxi's taillights blurred into two indistinct beams in the rain. As Zhou Shu pushed open the car door, the metal tip of the umbrella pierced the rain curtain first, the black umbrella surface whistling in the gale, like tearing open a damp, transparent film.
He shattered the neon reflections in the puddles, the shoulder seams of his windbreaker gleaming coldly. Water droplets splashed onto the glass facade of the e-sports arena as his umbrella folded.
Despite the rain, the Zero Matrix eSports Arena was a hive of noise and heat, a stark contrast to the damp and cold outside.
"Hey, the boss is back."
"Brother Shu, you're back. I'll be going now."
"Thanks." Zhou Shu nodded, greeted his friend who was helping out at the shop, stuffed a pack of cigarettes into his hand, patted him on the shoulder, and walked inside.
The keyboard clicks were like a whirlwind, and the screen flickered with bizarre lights, reflecting the young, excited, yet tired faces of the students in the computer lab area.
Zhou Shu closed his umbrella expressionlessly, sat in the booth at the front desk with his back to most of the noise, turned on his computer, and moved the mouse idly with his wrist.
The screen in front of him was gray, displaying the word "defeat," but he seemed unconcerned. The cigarette between his fingers remained unlit; instead, he habitually tapped the table with his cold metal lighter, producing a rhythmic and muffled "click" sound, like some kind of hidden heartbeat, or like measuring some unspeakable distance.
Just then, a series of unusually steady footsteps, completely out of place in the noisy environment, pierced through the noise barrier of the keyboard and headphones, heading straight towards Zhou Shu's location. The footsteps carried a rhythm ingrained in Zhou Shu's very being—