The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 164 - : 164: He also has a genetic superpower (one more update)
Chapter 164: 164: He also has a genetic superpower (one more update)
At two in the afternoon, Jiang Zhi drove to Imperial East Station. Finding someone in the crowded railway station was not easy, and he had to look around before finally finding Zhou Xufang among a group of rough workers unloading goods.
She was carrying three boxes, and when she saw him, she freed one hand to wave at him: “Jiang Zhi! Jiang Zhi!”
She used to not smile, nor did she know how.
Now, seeing him made her smile, her eyes shining with silly and confused happiness behind her mask.
Jiang Zhi put on his mask and walked over, “Give it to me.”
She clung to the boxes, shaking her head firmly, “How can you do heavy work? You can’t!” The boxes were wooden, filled with light fixtures. She gently placed one on the ground, patted it, and gestured for Jiang Zhi to sit on it, “You sit here and wait for me.”
She looked up, noticing the sun, and wondered if she should buy some sunscreen. She couldn’t let the sun spoil Jiang Zhi’s delicate skin.
“Zhou Xufang.”
He didn’t sit; instead, he got a bit upset, “Not listening to me again, huh?”
Zhou Xufang shook her head, her expression obedient and sensible, “I am listening.”
He took off his watch, “Then give me the boxes.”
Zhou Xufang was effortlessly holding two boxes, both wider than her by more than twice, without breaking a sweat, “But I’m not tired at all.”
Really, they felt so light to her.
Jiang Zhi’s brow furrowed a bit fiercely, “If you don’t give them to me now, I’ll kiss you right here.”
Out in public, without shame…
Zhou Xufang had no choice but to give him the boxes, placing them down especially gently, afraid of nicking or bumping him.
Of course, Jiang Zhi wasn’t as fragile as Zhou Xufang imagined. He lifted them easily, only she, who had seen him fight and break ribs, still insisted on treating him like a delicate flower.
Jiang Zhi freed one hand, pressing her to sit, “Sit here and wait for me.”
Zhou Xufang was worried about her ‘delicate flower’, frowning with concern, “If you get tired, let’s just stop moving them.”
Jiang Zhi put a cap on her head, then went to unload the boxes.
The client was a man in his fifties with naturally curly, thick hair, who hadn’t had his lunch yet, holding a bowl of sauerkraut beef noodles.
The man, appreciating Zhou Xufang’s hard-working and tolerant nature, started chatting while holding his noodles, “Xiao Zhou, that’s your boyfriend, right?”
Xiao Zhou nodded shyly, “Mhm.”
The man glanced at Xiao Zhou’s boyfriend, who was wearing a mask, but still looked refined and unacquainted with manual labor, negatively impacting his impression.
He couldn’t help but feel indignant for Xiao Zhou, a rare, resilient girl, “Letting a girl do such work isn’t right.” Her boyfriend must be living off her, judging by his clothing, brand-name wear, dyed hair—dyed blue hair at that! Clearly a young man relying on his looks without ambition!
Xiao Zhou, feeling annoyed upon hearing this, said, “I wanted to work; my boyfriend didn’t make me.” She defended him fiercely!
Ah, smitten by a young man.
The old man felt he had to help this ‘misled girl.’ He spoke earnestly, “I’m speaking from experience, dear, a man who needs you to support him isn’t worth it, no matter how handsome he looks.”
Xiao Zhou grew even more upset, maintaining her politeness with effort, without glaring at him, “Uncle, that’s really mean.”
The old man: “…”
Harsh but true!
“Xiao Zhou—”
Xiao Zhou resolutely ignored him, “Don’t talk to me anymore.”
The old man: “…”
How capable was this young man, completely enchanting the girl.
The misled Xiao Zhou, infatuated with a young man in brand-name, blue-dyed hair, relying on his looks with no ambition, insisted: “My boyfriend earns a lot, it’s me who insists on supporting him.” Her face was serious, willingly, ‘criticize my boyfriend again, and I’ll bite you.’
The old man: “…”
So upset he couldn’t eat his noodles.
Such a good girl, deeply stuck.
Despite holding a grudge against the old man’s heartfelt words, Xiao Zhou didn’t want to insult anyone. Staying angry but holding back, she couldn’t help but say, “You’re really mean.”
After speaking, she turned her head away, refusing to deal with the man any longer.
The ignored old man: “…”
Meanwhile, Xiao Zhou’s boyfriend, the young man in brand-name, blue-dyed hair, relying on his looks with no ambition, had already unloaded forty boxes, and Xiao Zhou rushed over to check on him.
“Jiang Zhi.”
“Hmm?”
She followed behind Jiang Zhi, “Are you tired?”
Carrying two boxes, Jiang Zhi walked leisurely, “Not tired.”
Then she asked, “Are you thirsty?”
“Not thirsty,” Jiang Zhi stopped and said, “Stop following me, there are too many people here, you might get bumped.”
Zhou Xufang couldn’t help but stare at Jiang Zhi’s hands.
They were well-proportioned, slender, fair, and clean. They didn’t look like the hands of someone who labored or fought, but rather of someone who held a pen to draw or paint.
Now, his fingertips were a bit red.
Zhou Xufang looked on reluctantly, “Shall we stop moving them?”
Jiang Zhi freed one hand, gently touched her head, his eyes reflecting delicate fragments of sunlight, “You’ve already promised your boss. You can’t go back on your word.” He turned to the side, “Take my wallet out of my pocket.”
“Oh.”
Zhou Xufang reached into the pocket of his overcoat to get the wallet.
“Take the outermost card.”
“Oh.”
There were many cards but little cash in Jiang Zhi’s wallet. The card Zhou Xufang picked was black, and she had a black card too, but not one with gold edges like Jiang Zhi’s.
He bent down and kissed her forehead.
“Go buy some ice cream,” he said, “It’s too cold, so only one.” After saying that, he went back to unloading.
Zhou Xufang, holding a wallet in one hand and the card in the other, stood there dumbfounded.
Ah!
He kissed in public again!
She covered her heated forehead, then went back and sat down.
The owner of the goods had witnessed everything and clicked his tongue twice, slapping another label on Xiao Zhou’s freeloading boyfriend—debauchery!
Xiao Zhou was perceptive and noticed the owner’s misunderstanding towards Jiang Zhi, so she stuck the Black Card that Jiang Zhi had given her on her forehead, held it up with a finger to keep it from falling, and then she brought her forehead close to the man, “See this?”
The owner had a 360-degree baffled expression: “?”
“That’s my boyfriend’s Black Card,” Xiao Zhou said as she moved closer, showcasing the Black Card on her forehead from all angles. “You know what a Black Card is?”
Not a clue!
Xiao Zhou wore a smug little expression, especially proud, “It’s that kind of card that’s really, really awesome.”
So, “Why are you still working part-time?”
Xiao Zhou replied earnestly and seriously, “Because I have to support my boyfriend.”
The owner: “…”
Are the young people nowadays all this wild?
Across from the train station was an intersection, and due to the high foot traffic in the area, the intersection with the traffic lights was congested.
A gray nanny van was barely moving, advancing at a snail’s pace with three people inside. The driver focused on driving; in the back, one person was resting with eyes closed, the other was prattling away.
The one who was prattling was an agent, in his thirties, male.
“The demo for the album has already been sent over. Have a listen.”
The one resting, his hat covering his face, unseen, seemed not to want to be disturbed, and plugged in his headphones, turning to look out the window.
The hat fell off, revealing his face.
He looked under twenty, very young. He cocked his head, his facial features soft, his skin excessively pale, giving him a somewhat sickly fragile appearance.
He was a man of few words, watching the traffic outside the window, his eyelashes quietly drooping.
Across the street by the fence, a girl sat on a wooden crate, holding a huge bucket of ice cream, squinting her eyes in contentment.
She took down her mask and scooped a large spoonful of ice cream.
“Yun Sheng.”
“Yun Sheng.”
Agent Yang Xi called out twice, but Xiao Yusheng didn’t respond, only blankly sitting up, blankly looking out the window, blankly stepping on his own hat, his usually listless eyes suddenly stirring up a storm.
Yang Xi picked up the hat, “What are you looking at?”
“Stop the car.”
His voice was off, too tense.
Yang Xi felt it was strange and also peered out the window while the driving assistant said, “It’s green now, can’t stop.”
Xiao Yusheng turned around, “Stop the car quickly.”
How did netizens describe Xiao Yusheng?
Delicate, fragile, like a piece of jade with preexisting cracks—beautiful and expensive, but not to be touched lightly, lest it shatter. His songs were the same, not to be listened to alone, or tears would flow.
He was a man with stories of sorrow filling his eyes, only sixteen when he debuted, an age brimming with youthful arrogance, yet it was unclear what he had experienced. His eyes lacked the brightness and innocence typical of his age, replaced by a world-weariness and solitude.
Such a person, in that moment when he turned his head, Yang Xi saw an overwhelming surge of joy in his eyes.
Yang Xi told the assistant, “After the traffic light, pull over to the side.”
The assistant nodded, crossed the street, and pulled over by the curb.
Xiao Yusheng flung open the car door and got out. Yang Xi handed him the hat, “Put on your hat first—”
He had already dashed off, not wearing a mask or hat, dodging through the traffic like a headless fly, frantic and rushed.
The assistant in the car was terrified, “What’s gotten into him?”
Yang Xi shook his head, “I’ve never seen him like this before.” He got out of the car and chased after him.
He ran all the way to the plaza across from the train station. Xiao Yusheng, drenched in sweat, found the wooden crate empty; the person was already gone.
He panted heavily, grabbing someone nearby and asking, “Where’s the person who was sitting here?”
The owner of the goods: “Ah?” This person looks familiar.
“Where did that girl who was sitting here go?” His voice fluctuated with too much emotion, veins on his neck visible, eyes reddening.
The girl?
The owner hesitated, “You mean Xiao Zhou?”
He almost shouted, “Where is she?”
The owner pointed down a road, “She just left.” The face on the advertisement at the bus stop across the street, why does it look so much like this one?
Xiao Yusheng turned and ran down that road, colliding with a worker carrying boxes. The sharp edge of the wood scratched a bloody line on the back of his hand.
The wound was as long as a finger; the blood had just appeared before it immediately stopped.
The worker dropped the box, dumbstruck, “You—”
The wound was healing, visible to the naked eye.
Xiao Yusheng quickly covered the back of his hand, glanced at the worker, then ran into the crowd, only to be surrounded by pedestrians within a few steps.
“Yun Sheng!”
“Xiao Yusheng!!”
“Ah ah ah! Yun Sheng, Yun Sheng! I love you so much!”
“…”
Xiao Yusheng had reached fifty million Weibo followers at eighteen, his fans’ craziness well-known throughout the entertainment industry. A few screams later, a large group of female fans gathered.
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He was trapped in the middle, barely able to move.
Yang Xi squeezed through the crowd, pulled him out, and with the assistant’s help, they barely managed to get him into the car. He was still reluctant to get in, his gaze searching, his face rarely showing such urgency.
Just as the fans were about to catch up, Yang Xi forcefully pulled him in and immediately shut the car door, “What’s wrong with you? Who did you see?” So abnormal!
This was the first time anyone had seen Xiao Yusheng so distracted.
He sat dazed, still not recovering from his shock, murmuring as if to himself, “It was someone very, very important.” His right hand hung by his side, the wound on the back of it already scabbed over.
He turned his head to look out the window, his gaze returning to calm, like a sea of stillness.
Across the street, Jiang Zhi and Zhou Xufang sat on chairs in front of a pharmacy, their ice cream set aside, beginning to melt. The goods were not yet fully unloaded, the bill unsettled, but Zhou Xufang had pulled Jiang Zhi over to buy a pile of medicine because Jiang Zhi had a water blister on her hand.
Just a small one.
Zhou Xufang felt terribly heartbroken, “It’s blistered.”
