Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 1099 Fireman vs Cartoonist 42
Without lighting a cigarette, he tilted his head and spoke in a cold and tired voice, with a bit of flat magnetism: "I won't pretend to be a ghost next time. It's boring."

"You can be a knight." Lin Zhian was a little more familiar with him, so she was a little bolder. Maybe it was because of her emotions that she actually took advantage of him this time. While eating the cheesecake, she felt a little nagging, and the sweet taste filled her mouth. She murmured, "I'm not a knight yet."

Zhou Shu didn't say anything, his eyes were empty. Only the broken lucky cat in the board game shop was still tapping to some rhythm. The dim light made him drowsy, and it wandered over his face, deep and distant.

The protagonist's absolute.

The wind in early spring this year is slightly cold.

His voice came over, vague.

Lin Zhian ate the cake in small bites and just said a few words on the spur of the moment. She didn't hear clearly what Zhou said and didn't ask any more questions.

Just softly.

"Thank you."

Twice, thank you for the little cake.

Very sweet.

"Do you want to have a bite?" Lin Zhian felt that it was not good to eat alone, so he asked a little embarrassedly.

Zhou Shu looked at the computer and clicked the mouse: "Don't fight with the kids for food."

Lin Zhian was stunned and silently withdrew his outstretched hand.

Half a day passed.

Said suddenly.

“I slowly learned to drive.”

"Ah."

"I dare to drive on the avenue and even on the highway."

"Ah."

"You can... stop treating me like a child." Lin Zhian said softly.

"I'm not a sophomore in high school anymore. I've been out of college for three years."

The board game store became quiet without anyone noticing.

Time passes by, and things go through twists and turns.

...A long time ago, the impression of Zhou Shu only stayed at the time of the earthquake in the second year of high school. Lin Zhian had sketched his image in his mind many times, in the few seconds when he was distracted in class, when singing in the radio room during lunch break, when the sun shone through the lush camphor trees on the campus, and every stroke of the cartoon when he picked up the paintbrush and put it on the paper.

That kind of imagination is always vague and distant, yet warm and certain.

It wasn't until I actually met him that this imagination became a reality.

You'll find him difficult to approach.

This was his first impression of her.

But after we got to know each other better, I found that he just looked indifferent, but he was actually very nice to his friends.

Lin Zhian once asked him if he wanted to continue running the board game store.

At that time, Zhou Shu smiled and said nothing.

That smile, cold and frivolous, casual and lazy.

Lin Zhian didn't know what he was planning, so she didn't ask any more questions.

But she didn't expect that she would see Zhou Shu step into the fire with her own eyes.

Several of them had made an appointment to have dinner at Wangyue Tower.

But halfway through the journey, Lu Bingchen hurriedly called Lin Zhian and told her that a store near Wangyue Building had caught fire and the fire was very large. Their entire team had been dispatched, and he told her not to go there.

"But Zhou Shu has already gone there." Lin Zhian said on the phone and returned to WeChat.

Zhou Shu sent her a message three minutes ago.

[Don’t come over today, eat another day.]
"what?!"

On the phone there was the sound of a fire truck sirens urgently passing by the driveway, as well as Lu Bingchen's anxious voice.

Lin Zhian immediately hailed a taxi, his heart beating wildly, as if he had a premonition of something.

When she arrived, the scene was already cordoned off.

The fire truck was parked there.

Thick smoke billowed and black fog rose into the sky.

Beads of sweat formed on the tips of the noses of the people who were being burned by the fire.

The pedestrians around were looking at the store in horror as it made the crackling sound. The building was shaking and could collapse at any time.