stonecrandall Chapter 8 Chu Zihang
Chapter 8 Chu Zihang
"Su An? Su An?"
A soft, ethereal call drifted by, and Su An subconsciously lifted her eyelids. A few rays of sunlight fell through the window next to the ward.
He slowly sat up, looking at the black-haired boy carrying a large basket of fruit. After searching his memory, he tentatively asked, "My classmate... Chu Zihang...?"
Chu Zihang nodded, put down the fruit basket, and then naturally sat down and took out a fruit knife to peel the apple. The apple peel was constantly being peeled off by the blade, but it didn't break at all.
No?
Su An asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"
Peel the apple.
"I asked you why you're peeling the apple?"
Chu Zihang asked in confusion, "Isn't peeling an apple a necessary part of every visit to a patient? I was nominated by my classmates to come and visit you."
Chu Zihang's logic was impeccable, and the way he peeled the apple so meticulously that Su An even began to doubt whether there was something wrong with him.
His last memory before falling into a coma was during an interrogation...
Yes, interrogation!
What about Angers?
Where's that muscular man in black?
Where did they go?
Su An picked up her phone; the chat window at the top displayed a short message:
Suan, by the time you see this message, we should be busy with a mission. Thanks to you, we've obtained new clues from that remaining member of the villain's gang. Time is of the essence, and given that you're unconscious, we've taken the liberty of setting off first. If you need anything, you can contact the specialist at this hospital. We hope you recover soon and join our dragon-slaying team in the future. —Angers
The message was sent three days ago; he had been unconscious for a full three days!
"You've been unconscious for a long time, and everyone is very worried about you."
Chu Zihang was truly an expert at peeling apples. His sharp blade flew up and down, and in no time, a long strip of peel was pulled out and fell into the trash can. The clean apple was simply cut up, and a fruit platter of almost identical size was ready.
Su An looked at the apple slices and asked, "Do you know what I did?"
Chu Zihang nodded: "You acted bravely and risked your life to hold off many terrorists, buying a lot of time for the rescue. That's what the media reported. We don't know the specific details."
Su An finally truly felt the terrifying energy of the huge group called the Hybrids. Such a big thing could actually be downplayed. In the dark side of this world's history, how many unknown foreshadowing secrets did these dragon-slaying madmen bury?
Suddenly, another message popped up at the top of Su An's phone:
This is a belated happy birthday message. All the debt collectors who came to collect have been dealt with; your uncle helped you resolve the situation, leaving no one alive. Don't be discouraged; focus on your studies. This 100 million yuan was left to me by your mother before she passed away, and I've already transferred it to your account. You're about to take the college entrance exam; your uncle hopes you won't feel burdened and can approach it with a calm mind. —Uncle
???
The uncle who left no survivors?
The million left by his mother?
Su An recalled the original owner's memories. Perhaps the deaths of Su An's parents were also suspicious and had a huge connection with the world of mixed-race people.
"I need to be discharged! I need to go home and visit my family."
"What? You need to rest now?" Chu Zihang asked, puzzled. Su An was clearly still unconscious just now, how could she be discharged as soon as she woke up? Besides, isn't that the doctor's decision? Even if she were forced to leave the hospital, the nurses would probably stop her...
Su An struggled to get out of bed, pulled off the IV lines and tubes attached to her body, and called to the nurse outside the room, "Nurse, I need to be discharged!"
"How can that be? You should rest after being seriously injured and unconscious during a mission..." The nurse looked up and, upon recognizing Su An, immediately adopted a respectful expression: "Okay, we'll process your discharge procedures right away!"
"What?" Chu Zihang, who had chased after them outside, was confused but greatly shocked.
All sorts of details left Chu Zihang bewildered. Whether it was Su An, who was seriously injured and unconscious, suddenly becoming energetic, or Su An being able to be discharged from the hospital without any obstacles, or the way the nurse treated Su An with respect, all of these things puzzled him.
But his good upbringing allowed him to suppress his shock, and he simply looked out the window with a hint of worry.
Lead-colored clouds pushed in from the southeast, and the sky darkened in minutes. Then, with a thunderclap, thousands of tons of water plummeted toward the earth, as if a dam in the sky had been opened.
"The rain isn't going to stop. The weather station just issued a yellow typhoon warning... With such heavy rain, taxi drivers don't want to do business and have all driven home early. So, do you want a ride?" Chu Zihang said.
Su An looked in the direction Chu Zihang pointed to in the rain. Outside the window, xenon headlights cast two bright beams of light through the rain, so bright that it was impossible to open one's eyes.
It was a pure black sedan, with two overlapping "M"s forming a mountain shape within a triangular frame on the hood. A Maybach 62, Mercedes-Benz's top-of-the-line model.
The windshield wipers swung wildly, like a metronome, slicing through the rainwater on the windshield. Inside the car, the middle-aged man waved to Chu Zihang and Su An, his face beaming.
The moment Su An saw the driver, Gojo Satoru appeared.
He straightened up and looked out the window.
This white-haired man had always been nonchalant, but at this moment, his whole body tensed up, revealing his bright blue eyes as he stared intently at the Maybach outside the window.
Like a cheetah on the savanna staring at its prey for a long, long time, Gojo Gosuke reverted to his carefree self, a grin spreading across his face: "There's a wild beast in that car."
"Huh?" Su An was taken aback.
"Su An, Su An? Are you listening?"
Chu Zihang stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Su An. The light and shadow flickered, and the light and shadow of his hand also appeared on the clothes of Gojo Satoru beside him.
"What's wrong? Do you want to ride in my dad's car?"
Su An snapped out of her reverie, having wasted too much of Chu Zihang's time, and quickly nodded her thanks.
An old saying goes that when it rains heavily, ants always return to their nests.
Wujiao Wu, who was standing next to Su An, pulled up his blindfold, chuckled, stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and followed behind Su An.
"What are you doing here?"
Gojo Satoru pointed to his eye with his index finger, then to the Maybach outside the window, and said with a smile, "I want to see the lion in that car with my own eyes. It's so interesting. You always seem to run into strong people one after another."
"A strong person? Where did this strong person come from?"
Could it be that driver uncle who was grinning foolishly in the rain? Su An couldn't be sure for a moment. Thinking of the white-haired Angers, these mixed-race people really couldn't be judged by their appearance alone.
Su An shook her head, then turned to Chu Zihang and asked, "Chu Zihang, what does your father do?"
Chu Zihang replied coldly and expressionlessly, "Father, but not a competent one."
Su An shut her mouth, realizing she had inquired about someone else's family troubles.