Xiao Hanhan happily clung to Su Ze's back, using a transparent umbrella to shield both of them from the rain. Su Ze waded slowly through the water, stepping across the flooded asphalt road. Ripples spread around his feet as he carried Uesugi Akizuki to the back seat, closed the door with the umbrella in hand, and jogged toward the driver's seat.
Shen Qingsheng stared dumbfounded at Su Ze, who was knocking on the window. "Get out, I'll drive!"
Shen Qingsheng cracked the window open slightly and asked coldly, "Do you even have a driver's license?"
"A driver's license? What's that... I... don't have one?" Su Ze looked confused. "I remember you saying I used to be really good at things, and I feel like I'm familiar with driving. How could I not have a license?"
"If you had even a shred of common sense, you wouldn't ask such a ridiculously stupid question!" Shen Qingsheng's face darkened.
Uesugi Akizuki in the back seat was already growing anxious. This was just like the last time Su Ze had sent her into the car and then sneaked away!
Su Ze knocked on the back seat window. "Wait a moment."
He continued to ask Shen Qingsheng about what a driver's license was.
A minute later, Su Ze seemed to have an epiphany.
"If I don't have a license and I break traffic rules, they can't deduct my points! They can't do anything to me! But if you break the rules, you'll get points deducted!"
Su Ze laughed and kicked the car's chassis. "Get out, I'm driving!"
"Did you just ignore everything I said? Fines of 200 to 2,000 yuan and 15 days of detention—did you just let it go in one ear and out the other?" Shen Qingsheng was furious.
Su Ze was also getting impatient. "Stop talking nonsense and get out. If you want to catch me, at least you'll need to see my taillights first!"
Shen Qingsheng instantly panicked and locked the doors tightly!
When Su Ze had his memories, he at least knew some boundaries, but now he was just a complete idiot.
With his driving style, letting him drive now would probably require more than a dozen bullets to atone for the crimes he'd commit.
"Don't you dare act up! Believe me, I'll hit you!" Shen Qingsheng pointed at Su Ze.
"I vaguely remember you can't beat me!" Su Ze stared back at him without backing down.
Nonsense! If I could beat you, I'd give you a few rounds of military boxing every day, you jerk!
"Nonsense! What nonsense are you spouting? I can't beat you? If it weren't for your girlfriend in the back seat who's already impatient, I'd have you pinned to the ground right now!"
Shen Qingsheng's back felt cold, but he still shouted with his neck stiff.
Seeing that Uesugi Akizuki was indeed getting anxious, Su Ze stopped arguing with Shen Qingsheng and got into the back seat.
As he shook the water off the umbrella outside the car, Xiao Hanhan tightly grabbed the corner of his shirt.
Su Ze folded the umbrella and put it back into the umbrella bag.
The sports car's headlights pierced through the gray rain curtain, cutting through the rain as it sped away.
"Let me pinch you," Su Ze said, now acting like an old rogue, pinching Xiao Hanhan's adorable little face.
Xiao Hanhan suddenly pinched his face too and rubbed it.
Su Ze smirked, leaning his head back so Xiao Hanhan's slightly shorter arms couldn't reach his face. "No pinching," he teased.
The little witch wasn't having it and suddenly pounced on him, pinning him to the seat! Su Ze, caught off guard, was pressed beneath her and muttered with a hint of dissatisfaction, "I want to!"
Uesugi Akizuki stretched out her fair hand, contentedly rubbing Su Ze's cheeks.
Shen Qingsheng gripped the steering wheel with a dark expression.
The wise don't fall in love; fools repeat their mistakes. The single king pursues a Ph.D., and we shall all marry rich women!
It's fine... the final winner will always be the one who endures the most.
Don't be fooled by their lovey-dovey act now. When they break up over some small argument, they'll cry more than anyone else! The more affectionate they are now, the more heartbroken they'll be later!
At that time, they'll lose more than anyone else! Because... they'll have lost their entire world!
Thinking this, the increasingly deranged Shen Qingsheng revealed an evil smile.
From An Yang to Kyoto, it was a seven to eight-hour journey. Su Ze was heading to Kyoto for surgery, scheduled for around tomorrow afternoon. It was still early morning, so they had plenty of time.
But for Shen Qingsheng, who was used to such drives, seven to eight hours was nothing.
However, for him now, it felt like an eternity!
After some time, Su Ze noticed through the rearview mirror that Shen Qingsheng looked off, and he hadn't said a word since earlier.
"Are you okay? Are you feeling unwell? Should I drive?" Su Ze asked considerately.
Shen Qingsheng's calm lips suddenly twisted into a strange smile, then returned to normal. His lips curled up again, and he let out a dry, eerie chuckle.
Su Ze felt a chill down his spine, watching the cars speeding through the rain on the highway. "Don't... scare me like that."
"Brother Ze, what's the point of living in this world?" Shen Qingsheng asked with a laugh, seemingly losing his grip on reality.
Su Ze, holding the confused Xiao Hanhan, felt a cold shiver:
"If you're dissatisfied with life, all I can say is, don't lose hope."
"If anything happens, and I survive, I'll take care of your parents and wife. If we both don't make it, I'm sure someone will take care of your wife."
Shen Qingsheng's fingers gripping the steering wheel creaked, his knuckles turning white. "How do you manage to be even more of a jerk after losing your memory than before?!"
"I'm not dissatisfied with life, I'm dissatisfied with you two!" Shen Qingsheng gritted his teeth, almost spitting out each word.
"You... don't have a girlfriend, do you?" Su Ze saw right through his facade of strength.
"Ahhh! Don't push me to the point of taking us both down with me!" Shen Qingsheng was on the verge of a breakdown!
"I've thought about what you said," Su Ze gradually calmed down, speaking slowly. "Life does seem rather meaningless. The memories I have only span a dozen or so hours, but the world around me feels both unfamiliar and familiar. It makes me feel lost, as if... I don't belong in this world..."
Seeing Su Ze's increasingly calm and contemplative expression in the rearview mirror, it was now Shen Qingsheng's turn to feel a chill down his spine:
"Don't you dare lose it now!"
"You need to remember, there are still many things worth living for—your girlfriend, your gaming console, the 'study materials' on your USB drive, and... and you can recover your memories! Don't do anything stupid... we're on the highway, and it's raining! The road's slippery!"
Shen Qingsheng's heart pounded, terrified that the increasingly calm, life-weary Su Ze in the back seat might lunge for the steering wheel!
Despite the tension, the seven to eight-hour journey was completed in just six hours by Shen Qingsheng!
The amnesiac Su Ze in the back seat didn't do anything outrageous.
He simply held the sleeping Xiao Hanhan in his arms, leaning against the window, watching the rain and listening to its sound, silently lost in thought.
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
