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

Chapter 1121 Firefighter vs. Cartoonist 64
Firm and powerful, every step is grounded and never superficial.

Zhou Shu didn't turn around immediately. The muscles in his back were slightly tense under his windbreaker, like an alert beast. His fingers, which had been tapping the table, stopped, and his fingertips unconsciously twirled the cold casing of the lighter.

The footsteps stopped beside his booth.

A scent mingled with the crispness of rain and a faint hint of tobacco wafted through the air.

The cigarettes are the same brand that Zhou Shu often smokes, and it hasn't changed in more than ten years.

Time seemed to freeze for a few seconds. The noise of the e-sports arena became a blurred background sound, leaving only the patter of rain outside the window and the silent undercurrent between the two.

On the computer screen, a cold and blurry silhouette was reflected, with smooth lines, black wisps of hair casting extremely indifferent shadows, falling on the high bridge of the nose, the silhouette leaning backward, thin lips slowly opening to bite a cigarette.

Zhou Shu didn't move at first, but raised his hand to push away the other person's hand offering him a cigarette. The other person's wrist was strong, and he was slightly off-center, still suspended in mid-air. His voice rang out in the noise, neither too loud nor too soft.

"Give me some face."

A tall figure loomed over the front desk, blocking the glaring light from the side screen.

The person who arrived was dressed casually, wearing a dark jacket with a dark water stain on the shoulder and mud spots on the cuffs of his trousers.

But Zhou Shu's gaze was drawn to the other man's dark blue uniform, which was inadvertently peeking out from under the collar of his jacket—

That shade of blue was once the base color of his sweat-soaked body, the embodiment of his faith, but ultimately stained with filth.

The visitor offered the cigarette to Zhou Shu's lips again. Zhou Shu leaned back in the booth, biting the cigarette with a blank expression, and finally slowly raised his eyes.

Standing before him was a familiar yet resolute face.

Years of hardship have etched deeper lines on the man's forehead and the corners of his eyes, and his temples have turned gray, but his eyes are still like tempered steel, calm and sharp, with a knowing understanding of everything.

At this moment, he is gazing at Zhou Shu with a deep and unavoidable weight.

It's Chen Changping.

Zhou Shu was once the old captain who had entrusted his life to Zhou Shu back-to-back in the fire.

...Meanwhile, Gu Qingqing left the hospital very late, almost midnight.

Li Fangxiang wanted to stay at the hospital to take care of her husband, so she asked Gu Qingqing to take Gu Zihang back first and cook him a meal for school the next morning.

Gu Zihang was reluctant to say he wanted to stay in the hospital, but Li Fangxiang glared at him and said that it was a crucial time for the college entrance examination and he shouldn't cause trouble.

Lu Bingchen ended the conversation with a simple, "It's nine o'clock. I'll take you back."

Outside, the wind and rain were still gloomy, and the night was deep, enveloping the world in a damp and cold chaos.

"Wei Chengze?!"

Gu Qingqing's exclamation pierced through the sound of rain, filled with disbelief.

On the steps, the huddled figure was completely soaked by the rain, and the expensive AK jacket clung heavily to his body.

He was like a deserted island forgotten in a storm, motionless, letting the rain wash over him.

"Get up!" Lu Bingchen's voice was deeper than the rain, carrying an undeniable force. He took a few steps forward to pull him up.

"With this heavy rain, are you crazy? What kind of spoiled brat are you throwing a tantrum here! Who are you trying to impress with this self-degradation!"

"Get out! Don't touch me!"

Wei Chengze suddenly raised his head, rainwater streaming down his messy black hair. His once proud and dashing phoenix eyes were now filled with terrifying bloodshot veins, the corners of his eyes red as if they had been violently rubbed.

He stared intently at Lu Bingchen, his voice hoarse as if sandpaper were being rubbed, each word carrying a cold rejection: "Don't worry about me! You all leave!"

Rainwater fell into Wei Chengze's wide-open eyes, but he seemed completely unaware of it.

Gu Qingqing's heart sank. His appearance clearly indicated that things had collapsed between him and Lin Zhian...

"Where's Zhi'an?" Gu Qingqing asked anxiously, her voice rising with worry. "You just let her leave like this?! In this heavy rain!"