When Zhou Zeyang saw him, the first thing he said was, "Bro, is there a pharmacy nearby?"
Zhou Jingcheng said, "There's one up ahead. What's wrong?"
Zhou Zeyang said, "Oh, nothing. Xiaohan just came to ask me for cold medicine, but I didn't have any, so I was thinking of going out to buy some... Huh? Hey! Bro, where are you going? You haven't told me where it is yet!"
Zhou Jingcheng thought, Ghost stories. Not listening.
The moment Shi Zhongye entered the set, he saw his buddy sitting in a corner with his arms folded, radiating stay-away-from-me vibes.
He said, "Yo, who pissed you off? Your mood is written all over your face."
Zhou Jingcheng gave him a cold look, his attack power suddenly skyrocketing. "If I don't wear it on my face, should I hang it on the wall so you can burn incense to me during the holidays?"
He cursed everyone equally, himself included.
Shi Zhongye got it. Zhou Jingcheng wanted to be his ancestor. "No, I didn't piss you off, did I?"
Zhou Jingcheng ignored him again, gazing up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, utterly heartbroken.
The world had kissed him with pain, but hadn't even given him general anesthesia.
So annoying.
Shi Zhongye had wanted to share some good news with him, but seeing this, he clicked his tongue and decided not to bother. He turned to Xiao Yuan instead.
"I found the person who edited those videos," he said. "The connections I paid a fortune for said the other party's IP address is showing up in our area. Just wait until I drag him out."
Did that even need investigating? Xiao Yuan looked at the province-level IP displayed right beneath the video uploader's account and was utterly baffled.
But he didn't dare