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He was indeed a melancholic beauty, but he was a madman. In reality, a mad beauty is an unbearable burden for most people.
With Gao Kui falling from grace, Chu Zihang naturally became the undisputed number one on the list of villains deserving of execution, and the white moonlight in the hearts of the vast majority of girls at Shilan Middle School.
But looking at Chu Zihang's current state...
Does this mean Chu Zihang is going to follow in the footsteps of the melancholy prince and spend his life in a mental hospital with his best friend?
After a long internal monologue, Liu Miaomiao calmed herself down and glanced around the classroom a few more times, concluding that Chu Zihang didn't seem to be going crazy.
It was as if Gao Kui had suddenly fallen ill, and then Chu Zihang used all his skills to calm and subdue him.
He shouldn't be crazy, right?
"Chu Zihang, want to go home together? The rain isn't going to stop. The weather bureau just issued an emergency notice: the thunderstorms have turned into a typhoon!"
Liu Miaomiao deliberately ignored Gao Kui. Chu Zihang was only suspected of being crazy, but Gao Kui was really crazy. She dared not ride in the same car as a mentally ill person.
It's not exactly the same as what I said four years ago, but the meaning is roughly the same. Considering that there's an extra Gao Kui, it's perfectly acceptable.
"I have to see my classmate off later, he's not feeling well..." Chu Zihang pointed at Gao Kui, his whole body trembling.
"Oh... I'll be going now."
Liu Miaomiao timidly shrank back, certain that Gao Kui had truly fallen ill.
"Hehehe..."
“Ahahahahahahahahaha…”
Like Andy finally escaping Shawshank Prison, Chu Zihang knelt beside Gao Kui, spreading his arms to face the wind and rain pouring in through the window, crying and laughing at the same time.
Rainwater mixed with tears streamed down her cheeks; she laughed loudly, yet cried horribly.
For someone with facial paralysis, even a smile is a difficult feat. Crying and laughing—such complex expressions forced upon Chu Zihang's stiff facial muscles made his handsome face look even uglier than a Shar-Pei.
Gao Kui lay dead on the ground, and my heart sank.
Oh no! I thought I was the only one who would go crazy. How come you, Chu Zihang, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, have gone mad too?
Even if you're going to go crazy, at least you should get a car first before you go crazy.
Chapter 5 Your dad is here!
outside the window.
The driver of Liu Miaomiao's family held up a huge black umbrella, bent down to help Liu Miaomiao change into rain boots, and welcomed her into a luxurious black sedan.
Four years later, Liu Miaomiao's family has changed their car from a BMW to a Mercedes-Benz.
Only Lu Mingfei remained unchanged in his appearance.
"Hey, Liu Miaomiao, can you give me a ride?"
Lu Mingfei shouted just like he did four years ago, and naturally, Liu Miaomiao rejected him just like she did four years ago. He could only shrink back, wrap his head in his coat, and rush into the downpour like a stray dog.
Inside the window.
Chu Zihang slowly stopped laughing. Like Andy who had been redeemed, he knelt there with tears streaming down his face, thanking all the gods and Buddhas he could in his heart.
"Hallelujah."
"Amitabha."
"Infinite Heavenly Lord."
……
"Bro, since you said Hallelujah, you shouldn't have said Amitabha or Infinite Heavenly Venerable. God is exclusive."
In Isaiah chapter 45, He said many times: “There is no other God besides me.”
Gao Kui shouted to correct Chu Zihang.
Chu Zihang was slightly taken aback. How did you know what I was thinking?
"You read it all out loud!"
As a seasoned mental patient, Gao Kui seriously suspected that Chu Zihang might have gone mad as well: "Brother Lao, are you crazy?"
You don't seem to be in a good mental state right now. Can you call your family and ask them to take us home?
"The typhoon is here, so even if we wanted to hail a taxi, we probably wouldn't be able to!"
"Just think of me as crazy!" Chu Zihang shouted at Gao Kui.
Just think I'm crazy!
Whether it was God's cruel joke or madness, if it allowed him to see the person he missed day and night again, there was nothing Chu Zihang could not accept.
However, Gao Kui still reminded Chu Zihang what to do next.
Chu Zihang shakily pulled out his phone again, found that familiar number, and carefully typed a text message with trembling fingers, filled with a certain expectation.
After that man disappeared forever, the number became a dead number. It wasn't taken back by the operator due to unpaid bills or prolonged inactivity; rather, it became a dead number the day after it was released.
But Chu Zihang still saved the number in his phone, and he would save it again every time he changed phones.
"It's raining heavily, could you come pick me up?"
After silently reading it over and confirming that it was exactly the same as the text message he had edited four years ago, Chu Zihang clicked send.
The next few dozen seconds felt like an eternity to Chu Zihang, who feared that it was all just a dream.
"Okay, okay, no problem! (*^▽^*)"
Wait for me at school, I'll be there in a bit.
Upon receiving the text message reply, Chu Zihang suffered a sudden cardiac arrest, and compared to four years ago, he even added an emoticon.
It's as if that man has never left in the past four years, and in his life he has learned new things like emojis and emoticons.
"Did you see the text message reply?"
Did you see the text message reply?
Chu Zihang held up his phone in front of Gao Kui and shouted happily, both to verify the information and to share his joy.
The only thing that's really unsettling is asking a mental patient who's just been experiencing hallucinations for confirmation; it sounds pretty hellish.
"I saw!"
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"
Chu Zihang shouted just like Gao Kui had when he fell ill, roaring to express the intense joy in his heart.
He is not the type of person who shows his emotions outwardly.
Most of the time, Chu Zihang was reserved and taciturn, and even had a blank expression. But he couldn't help it, he just couldn't help it.
Chu Zihang roared with excitement, while Gao Kui, on the verge of collapse, was almost in tears.
Hallelujah.
Chu Zihang has really gone mad. If Gao Kui weren't suffering from a terrible headache due to tinnitus and auditory hallucinations, he would definitely get up, take out his phone, and record Chu Zihang's current madness.
No one could have imagined that Chu Zihang would express his emotions to this extent.
If a person's emotions and personality suddenly change so drastically, wouldn't that mean they've gone mad?
A typhoon is approaching, and two lunatics are trapped in the school. Gao Kui becomes more and more desperate.
Fortunately, Chu Zihang didn't let Gao Kui break down for too long.
After the initial euphoria, Chu Zihang quickly regained his composure, leaning against the corner of the wall and sitting down, his eyes glazed over, filled with anxiety and uncertainty.
Did I really send the message?
Chu Zihang couldn't rule out the possibility that he was suffering from schizophrenia and experiencing hallucinations or delusions, since he had personally witnessed Gao Kui's episodes.
If the condition is severe, the patient will live entirely in their own world, and everything they hear and see will be based on their own imagination, half true and half false, or they will take all the falsehoods as truth.
Am I really going crazy?
If so, is everything I see and hear false, or is only part of it true? If only part of it is false, then which part is it?
Chu Zihang's head throbbed with pain; he truly had the talent to become a schizophrenic.
"Bang bang!"
"Bang bang!"
After some time, a low, guttural horn sounded from outside the window.
Chu Zihang snapped out of his daze, knelt on the ground, leaned against the windowsill, turned to look out the window, and then suddenly froze.
The xenon headlights shot out two beams that pierced the rain, blinding people.
It was a heavy semi-trailer truck with a white cab. A large red cloth strip was tied to the lower right bumper of the cab, symbolizing a safe journey.
Many truck drivers tie red cloths to the front bumper of their trucks.
In the center of the front of the truck, above the bumper, within a circular frame, two triangles form an arrow; this is a V3 heavy-duty truck manufactured by Beiben Company.
Behind the white locomotive, two six- or seven-meter-long trailers were towed, each trailer having three rolls of low-grade two-dimensional foil—steel coils—fixed to it with wire.
Based on the visual estimation of volume and the overall weight of the steel, each coil weighs at least 25 tons, and the six coils together weigh over 150 tons.
They weren't very securely fixed, swaying precariously in the wind and rain, which was intimidating.
The windshield wipers swung wildly, squeezing out up to 430 horsepower from the front of the car, which dragged a total load of nearly 200 tons, as it slowly drove into the football field in front of the classroom.
The semi-trailer truck, about 20 meters long, was almost lying across the middle of the football field, with its twenty or thirty tires of varying wear levels sunk several centimeters into the grass.
Is this right?
Chu Zihang stared blankly at the semi-trailer truck lying across the football field. Something was wrong with this truck. Time seemed to be replaying yesterday. Shouldn't that man have come here in a Maybach?
How did it become a semi-trailer truck?
Or is it that the man who came isn't actually there, and he'll be here later?
Hearing the horn outside the window, Gao Kui, despite his headache, leaned out the window to look out. When he saw the 100-ton truck parked on the football field, along with its two 20-meter-long trailers, he couldn't hold back any longer.
"Chu Zihang, why is your dad driving a 100-ton truck?"
Gao Kui indeed felt that Chu Zihang's biological father was probably a truck driver, and most likely had a wild driving style, and might have illegally modified his vehicle to be overloaded and overweight.