You Are Deep in The Stars

It was unbearably hot in the car without air conditioning, and the air was so humid that it felt like one could grab a handful of water. Zhou Jinshan’s shirt gradually soaked with sweat. Finally becoming impatient, he pulled up his pants and said, “I need to use the toilet.” No one paid attention to him. The driver stepped on the accelerator, and the numbers on the instrument panel almost flew off into the sky.

Zhou Jinshan repeated himself.

Still receiving no response, there was a rustle of the belt buckle, and Zhou Jinshan took off his pants, turning to face the man next to him.

The muscles on the other person’s face twitched twice as he looked at him seriously.

Zhou Jinshan said, “I can’t hold it anymore.”

The other person pulled out a mineral water bottle from nowhere.

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A fishy smell filled the car. The driver’s face turned pale as he tried to suppress the discomfort in his stomach. The others turned sideways, hoping to distance themselves from the moving urine bag as much as possible.

Zhou Jinshan pulled up his pants and made a casual arc with his right hand.

The unscrewed mineral water bottle flew through the car, eliciting exclamations and curses. The car circled twice amidst harsh brakes and almost rushed into the wheat field on the left. Meanwhile, Zhou Jinshan passed over the escort beside him, pushed open the glass with his shoulder with a “crash”, got out, and disappeared into the farmland in a sprint.

That was definitely not human strength, nor was it human speed.

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Half an hour later, Han Zhuo received another call.

“I’ve escaped, but I need to leave here temporarily,” Zhou Jinshan said, “The noodle shop will also be opened in another location.”

“Okay,” Han Zhuo didn’t ask any more questions, but just warned, “Be careful.”

“Who was it?” Bai Xi asked.

“A friend from my hometown,” Han Zhuo put his phone back into his pocket, stood in front of the full-length mirror, and adjusted his clothes, “Do you think this one look good?”

“It’s fine,” Bai Xi nodded, taking out his credit card from his wallet, “Try it. It’s on me.”

The clerk took the card with a smile on his face, casting a more meaningful glance at Mr. Han.

Han Zhuo lowered his head and smiled, his peach-blossom eyes behind his glasses slightly raised, with a hint of laziness and cynicism. He unbuttoned his white shirt, successfully transforming from a gentle and elegant university teacher to a charming scoundrel who betrayed his good looks.

“He is my bodyguard.” Seeing that the clerk was staring at Han Zhuo, Bai Xi took the initiative to introduce him.

“Oh, I wonder why I haven’t seen him before. It turns out he is Mr. Bai’s newly hired bodyguard.” The clerk wanted to cooperate with his performance, but he couldn’t bring himself to say things like “burly and tall”, “powerful”, and “he looks like he can fight”. So, he smiled and bowed at 90 degrees, “Thank you for your purchase, please remember to visit us next time.”

“Hm, I don’t know but you seem quite popular,” Bai Xi remarked casually as they left the store. “Before, when I came here, I didn’t see so many people greeting me.”

Mr. Han nodded, “Maybe.”

He remained calm, composed, and shameless.

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In the hospital, Liu Chunchun was still lying on the bed with his legs dangling, eating fruit and watching TV, looking as content as one could be.

“Brother Bai, Brother Bai, you’re finally here.” Before Bai Xi could enter the ward, he was grabbed by two people and carried to the end of the corridor. One of the two was named Yu Jiong, and the other was Wang Xiaosen. Together with Liu Chunchun and Bai Xi, the four were college roommates with a close bond. After graduating in June this year, Bai Xi took over a small company from his father to practice. Yu Jiong and Wang Xiaosen went to the same company for internships. Liu Chunchun had his first amateur painting exhibition with the support of his friends—although it was quite modest, it fulfilled a dream.

“The spirited youth has just begun, and someone’s already gone crazy?” Bai Xi inquired, curious. “What happened?”

“He stopped watching the beautiful anchor dance,” Wang Xiaosen slapped his thigh. “Instead, he watched the old lady dancing in the square on TV. He’s been watching it all day.”

Bai Xi burst into laughter, “Hahahahahahaha.”

“The rich second generation truly lacks empathy,” Wang Xiaosen lamented.

“Hey, don’t look down on them. Look at how skillfully the old lady dances, it’s impressive,” Bai Xi gestured to Han Zhuo. “Let me introduce you, Han Zhuo, he’ll be with me from now on.”

“Hello,” Han Zhuo extended his hand. “I’m Mr. Bai’s bodyguard.”

“Oh, so the real deal doesn’t look like it. I thought he was a tutor,” Wang Xiaosen teased. He then hugged Han Zhuo and led the way to the ward, with Bai Xi and Yu Jiong following behind, chatting and joking. They laughed and made noise, enjoying their time with Liu Chunchun, who couldn’t move. They even pretended to eat spicy barbecue in front of him, making him laugh and cry.

Liu Chunchun laid on the bed like a mummy, tears streaming down his face from laughter. This indifferent society had no mercy.