"Maybe..."
"They just forgot about you."
"I saw posts discussing me."
In the passenger seat, Yu Sheng waved his phone as he spoke.
Zhao Zicheng froze for a moment, then fell silent.
He held his head without a word.
Over the past few days, he had repeatedly missed the old Yu Sheng: low-key, reserved, and not much of a talker.
Although Yu Sheng now had a little more human warmth, his problem with words... still existed!!!
He always managed to say the wrong thing at the wrong time, gently pricking your heart with a needle.
Sometimes Zhao Zicheng wondered whether a more talkative Yu Sheng was even scarier.
The answer was obvious.
He really was.
"We're almost there!"
"Let's take a break!"
Passing a service area, Xu Yuanqing turned in, yawned, stepped out of the car, looked around at the scenery, then ducked into the supermarket in the distance.
After a while, he jogged back with a mysterious air, carrying a black plastic bag.
He glanced around, made sure nobody was there, and only then handed it to Yu Sheng.
"Here, wrap yourself up."
Yu Sheng opened the bag. Looking at the gauze and red antiseptic inside, he fell silent for several seconds before raising his head to ask Xu Yuanqing, "The casinos?"
"Yep!"
"Everyone outside is saying Ink Academy is full of invalids anyway."
"Let's be invalids all the way."
"You dress up like you're seriously injured. Zhao Zicheng... forget it, he's injured badly enough already."
"Show your faces at the city gate, and Ink Academy's chances of winning will drop through the floor."
"The casinos' odds will rise accordingly."
"Then I'll put down a hefty bet, multiply it a few times over, and get rich!"
With an old fox's smile on his face, Xu Yuanqing brimmed with confidence,