I became a big shot in the quick transmigration world.

Chapter 47 Superheroes are Villains 2
Yu Muhuai lowered his head silently and sighed deeply.

"Jinghuan, are you... are you alright?"

Yu Muhuai turned around and saw the other person's worried expression.

The person who comforted her was named Yao Shanshan, who was the original owner of Qiao Jinghuan's best friend, and the two were college classmates.

Yao Shanshan comes from a well-off family; she is the daughter of the owner of a local chain restaurant.

In her previous life, Qiao Jinghuan didn't tell Yao Shanshan what she was doing, for fear of involving her.

At first, Qiao Jinghuan was drunk all day, trying to numb herself. Fortunately, Yao Shanshan came to see Qiao Jinghuan every day without fail, which prevented her from falling into a coma due to alcohol poisoning and dying without anyone to take care of her.

Shen Chen was the only son in his family. After his death, his parents were heartbroken and fainted several times from grief. The two elderly people were too busy taking care of themselves to have any time to look after Qiao Jinghuan.

In Jiangcheng, besides the Shen family, Yao Shanshan is the only person who truly cares about Qiao Jinghuan.

Excluding Wu Que and others who have not yet appeared.

Although the original owner had a good relationship with the avengers she met later, each of them harbored deep hatred and had their own clear goals.

Naturally, it becomes impossible to show the same level of care and concern as ordinary friends, without any ulterior motives.

At this moment, Yao Shanshan's expression was one of great worry.

Today is the day of Shen Chen's burial, but Qiao Jinghuan has yet to appear.

Yao Shanshan was worried, so she went directly to the small apartment that Qiao Jinghuan and Shen Chen rented and found a locksmith to unlock it, only to find that Qiao Jinghuan was unconscious.

Fortunately, Qiao Jinghuan did not suffer from alcohol poisoning this time; she was just suffering from a hangover because she had drunk too much.

Yao Shanshan helped Qiao Jinghuan up, washed her face and brushed her teeth, helped her put on her clothes, then carried her to the cemetery.

Shen Chen had already been buried, and Shen's mother fainted from crying and was taken to the hospital by ambulance.

When Qiao Jinghuan arrived, she saw a scene of utter chaos and turmoil.

A few relatives and friends stood by the tombstone, with white flowers and offerings laid out.

Qiao Jinghuan held a bouquet of white flowers and silently shed tears as she looked at Shen Chen's photo.

Then the tomb raiders arrived.

She looked up at the sky; the sun was high in the sky, and the sunlight was bright. Without sunglasses, Yu Muhuai's eyes were once again stung by the bright light, and tears welled up.

After putting down the white flowers in his hand and bowing several times, Yu Muhuai turned and left the cemetery.

Yao Shanshan didn't say much, she just followed closely behind Yu Muhuai.

Back home, after changing the locks, Yao Shanshan also hired a cleaning lady to clean the room.

Yu Muhuai burped, and the room immediately filled with the smell of alcohol.

She waved her hand in front of her face and gave Yao Shanshan an awkward smile.

Yao Shanshan didn't care at all. She helped the cleaning staff collect and pack up all the empty wine bottles, takeout containers, and other trash in the room. She also dug out dirty clothes from the nooks and crannies and stuffed them into the washing machine.

Yu Muhuai silently hiccuped, his eyes filled with gratitude as he looked at Yao Shanshan's busy back.

How much did Qiao Jinghuan drink last night? It's already afternoon, and there's still a strong smell of alcohol!

Yu Muhuai wasn't a non-drinker before; the old man enjoyed drinking and would often have a few drinks at home. If Yu Muhuai didn't go to school the next day, the old man would also drag her along for a drink.

But I've never been this drunk before.

Qiao Jinghuan seems to be trying to drink herself to death.

Losing her beloved made her feel hopeless. If Wu Que hadn't come looking for her and rekindled Qiao Jinghuan's hope for life, she might have actually died suddenly in her small apartment one day.

But now he felt dizzy, had a headache, and felt nauseous, so it wasn't a good time to make any plans. After seeing Yao Shanshan and the cleaning lady off, Yu Muhuai collapsed onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Yu Muhuai woke up at five o'clock in the morning.

During this period, Qiao Jinghuan's body basically consisted of drinking, sleeping, eating, drinking again, and sleeping again.

My body is almost ruined.

After getting up, washing up, and changing into his workout clothes, Yu Muhuai went out for a morning run.

After running two laps, he felt refreshed. There were also elderly people exercising in the park. Yu Muhuai stood aside, silently circulating the internal energy he had learned in the previous world.

To her surprise, the internal energy she learned there could also be used in this world.

She felt a faint flow of energy within her body, helping her regain her vitality. Yu Muhuai took a deep breath and began to practice the moves she had learned before.

Gradually, a small group of elderly men and women gathered around Yu Muhuai.

"it is good!!"

Just as Yu Muhuai was engrossed in his moves, completely absorbed, he was abruptly awakened by a burst of cheers.

Yu Muhuai snapped out of his daze and noticed the dozen or so audience members around him clapping and cheering.

Her lips twitched, and she nodded politely to express her gratitude.

"Oh my, little girl, your moves are so beautiful! Where did you learn them?"

"Old Li, keep your voice down, it's giving me a headache."

"Yeah, even if I talk to you for a few more minutes, my ears are still ringing when I get home every day."

The old man, known as Old Li, scratched his head sheepishly, not saying a word, but just smiling with his eyes narrowed.

Yu Muhuai smiled and made up a story, saying that he learned it from a master in his hometown.

Another older man, with gray hair, sighed and shook his head.

"These days, too few young people have the patience to exercise. They spend all their time watching those superhero movies, hoping that one day they can become superheroes themselves."

My mind is filled with unrealistic fantasies; it's practically poisonous!

A person nearby tugged at the old man's sleeve, gesturing for him to be quiet, "Brother Niu, shh."

Grandpa Niu immediately glared at him and snorted, "What's wrong? Can't I even say what I want? If you dare to do something, aren't you afraid of what others will say!"
Those who think they can get involved in wars just because they have money are nothing but profit-driven businessmen. Without proper checks and balances, those superheroes will turn into super terrorists!

Which of those so-called public service initiatives doesn't come with even bigger trouble?
While putting out a fire, he accidentally destroyed an entire building next door; while killing criminals to rescue hostages, the hostages suffered spinal injuries and became paralyzed from the waist down because they couldn't withstand the superhero's speed, and passersby were also hit by cars and had limbs amputated.
A worker was being helped while working at height when a device capable of discharging electricity caused a current leak, resulting in the worker being electrocuted and falling to his death two days later.
The release of plastic bags from marine life caused chaos in the ocean, killing many creatures and causing several ships to run aground.

These kinds of things happen all the time, but the reports are too brief, and nobody pays attention to them. People are so engrossed in the illusion created by superheroes that they completely ignore their notorious misconduct.

"Hmph! In my opinion, they're just a bunch of pretentious hypocrites and scoundrels who love to put on a show!"

When Yu Muhuai heard Grandpa Niu's long speech, his eyes widened. Just as he was about to applaud, he heard applause coming from the other side.

Looking over, the other person was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man.

Upon seeing this person, Yu Muhuai's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.

She clenched her fist, then quickly released it, returning to her previous posture.

The middle-aged man was not tall and was rather thin. He wore a white T-shirt and a beige cardigan, along with silver-rimmed glasses. He had a refined appearance, with a perfectly curved smile that made him seem completely harmless and approachable.

Although he had a smile on his face, his eyes were calm and unwavering, devoid of any warmth.

However, Yu Muhuai recognized who this person was, and she also knew that his gentle appearance was all a facade.

(End of this chapter)