TLCBITAR Chapter 2
by VolareTime gradually passed, and the clock hands pointed to 8:30 AM.
The news channel’s screen switched, and a breaking news story was inserted.
“It is now 8:30 AM Beijing Time. This is Fengmin Avenue in Yucheng. With the start of the school year, traffic volume has surged. Citizens are advised to take the subway as much as possible.”
Suddenly, with a loud “boom,” the news footage shook violently, finally settling on an overturned tanker truck.
Screams and cries intertwined, incessant, and the screen instantly went black.
Zhou Zhou pushed back his bangs with one hand, his thick eyebrows tightly furrowed, his eyes glued to the TV screen.
About ten seconds later, the blackened screen lit up again.
What came into view was Fengmin Avenue engulfed in flames. The overturned tanker truck had exploded, and the surrounding cars were unfortunate victims.
Zhou Zhou, with his sharp eyes, saw an unfamiliar car turned into charcoal in the explosion, and his scalp tingled instantly.
If he had been in that car at that moment, he would have been blasted into smithereens.
The screen shook again, and a green bus leaning on a car next to it appeared.
People swarmed out of the bus, each with a pale face.
The female lead, Su Wanxing, was squeezed in the crowd at this moment. Perhaps because her appearance was too youthful and beautiful, the camera lingered on her face for a few seconds.
On her fair, palm-sized face were a pair of almond eyes filled with glistening tears.
Her small, delicate nose was covered with a thin layer of red at the tip.
Her tender, petal-like mouth was somewhat pale at this moment, obviously frightened.
She dragged her suitcase with one hand, swaying in the crowd, as if she would fall at any moment, so pitiful.
“Tsk tsk, look at that little face, so tender it’s practically dripping water. No wonder she’s a delicate, sweet wife, even I’m moved,” Zhou Zhou said as he moved closer to the TV, his eyes showing obvious appreciation, very satisfied with the female lead’s appearance.
Known by his old classmates as a profligate young master, Zhou Zhou usually did nothing but play games, watch melodramatic dramas, and frequent bars and pick up girls.
It was just that he was still a virgin when he died, which bothered him.
“In this major traffic accident, the number of deaths has gradually risen to twenty, with over a hundred injured. The following is the list of accident victims.”
Zhou Zhou glanced over the list of deaths, his gaze fixed on the name Yang Lili.
His phoenix eyes widened sharply, and he shouted in astonishment and disbelief, “Isn’t this the female lead’s best friend?! She actually kicked the bucket?”
When he played the transmigration game, the character he controlled was Yang Lili.
Probably his arrival had caused a butterfly effect.
The person who should have died didn’t, but the person who shouldn’t have died kicked the bucket.
“It seems the female lead can only rely on me this time. With the male lead’s cold and gloomy personality, it’s impossible for him to approach the female lead proactively.”
Zhou Zhou felt his mission was important, his eyes flashing with confident light, looking forward to tomorrow’s “chance encounter.”
He carefully recalled the beginning of the game.
On the first day of school at Beicheng University, the school held a freshman arts performance.
At that time, the school’s largest shareholder, the male lead Pei Yanlie, would be invited to attend.
The innocent female lead would meet Pei Yanlie by chance, and the two would spark a flame of love.
There would be irrelevant people trying to stop them along the way, and what Zhou Zhou needed to do was to advise the female lead and help the male and female leads meet successfully.
He put down his bangs, and a charming smile rose from the corner of his lips. His words were full of confidence, “It’s simple, I have game experience after all.”
Time flew by and it was evening.
Zhou Zhou finally felt so hungry that he couldn’t stand it anymore, and with light steps, he walked out of the room and floated downstairs.
His overly long bangs completely covered his eyes, making his whole face look ghostly.
Auntie Fang in the kitchen was holding a plate of dishes when she turned around and was suddenly startled by the male ghost Zhou Zhou in a white t-shirt behind her.
With a “smash,” the plate slipped from her hand and shattered on the floor.
“Ah, what a pity.” Zhou Zhou squatted down, picked up a red shrimp with one hand, his voice with a hint of regret.
Auntie Fang patted her chest hard, said “Amitabha,” and then glared at Zhou Zhou, pointing and accusing him, “Young Master Zhou, you should make some noise when you walk, you scared me.”
Zhou Zhou threw the shrimp into the trash can, parted his bangs, revealing an eye that flashed with hungry ferocity, and said gloomily, “I’m so hungry, my soul is floating, Auntie Fang, is the meal ready?”
Auntie Fang took a step back, her lower back against the kitchen stove, feeling apprehensive.
Young Master Zhou was always appearing and disappearing mysteriously, exuding an aura of death all over his body, as if he wanted to scare someone to death.
She swallowed her saliva, and said with trembling lips, “Y-yes…ready, shall I serve it for you?”
“Oh, no need, I’ll do it myself.” Zhou Zhou put down his bangs, bent down and took out a huge bowl from the cupboard.
Then he walked to the rice cooker, and only when the white rice in the bowl piled up like a small mountain did he move to the dining table.
Zhou Hongwei had a dinner party tonight, so he didn’t need to wait for him to come back for dinner.
As for his stepmother, Yang Xueyun, he didn’t know where she had gone to have fun.
Auntie Fang brought out two dishes, scrambled eggs with tomatoes and green vegetables. The plate of shrimp had already gone into the trash.
Zhou Zhou didn’t mind, in the future starry sky era, there were no such natural dishes, only nutrient solutions of various flavors.
He parted his bangs with one hand, gobbling up the rice and dishes, looking like a hungry ghost reincarnated, scaring Auntie Fang into shrinking in the kitchen and daring not to come out.
“Mmm…super delicious!”
He narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing an expression of enjoyment.
In less than ten minutes, the bottom of the ten-inch bowl was empty, and he licked his lips with lingering aftertaste.
Zhou Zhou tilted his head and looked at the woman in the kitchen, and shouted, “Auntie Fang, is there any more rice?”
Auntie Fang was originally shrinking in the corner of the kitchen eating, but was suddenly startled by the loud shout, her whole body trembling.
When did Young Master Zhou become so lively and energetic?
His voice used to be as thin as a mosquito’s, you couldn’t hear what he was saying at all unless you got close to his mouth.
Seeing Auntie Fang looking dazed, Zhou Zhou had to stand up, holding the ten-inch bowl and walk into the kitchen.
Perhaps it was because he had eaten, his body had strength, and his footsteps were very loud.
The “da da da” sound of slippers woke Auntie Fang, and she opened her turbid eyes, her vision following Zhou Zhou’s movement.
Something’s wrong, something’s really wrong!
In the past, Young Master Zhou couldn’t even finish half a bowl of rice, but today he ate so much like an ox.
Zhou Zhou didn’t pay attention to her gaze, opened the rice cooker and glanced at it, only a small half bowl of rice left.
He turned his head, looked at Auntie Fang in a state of alert, and his slightly rosy thin lips parted slightly, “Auntie Fang, are you full?”
Auntie Fang nodded quickly, her throat seemed to be strangled by a big hand, making her unable to make a sound.
Young Master Zhou must be possessed by a ghost!
Her slightly plump body shook suddenly, and a dense layer of goosebumps appeared on her arms.
“Oh, then I’ll scoop it up.”
As soon as the words fell, a spoonful of rice fell into his bowl. Because the bowl was too big, this little bit of rice seemed pitiful.
He sighed, stepped on his slippers and passed by Auntie Fang, reached out and patted her shoulder, “Auntie Fang, in the future when I eat at home, please cook a little more rice.”
After saying that, he grinned and smiled, revealing two rows of white teeth.
Auntie Fang looked up at him, and saw that his two sharp canine teeth seemed to be seeping out cold light, as if they were about to bite her neck in the next moment, her whole body suddenly stiffened, unable to move.
Is Young Master Zhou really a vampire?!
No wonder he posted a vampire poster on the closet!
Zhou Zhou frowned, feeling that this Auntie Fang was a bit neurotic.
He curled his lips, humming a song that sounded like a spell that no one could understand, and slowly walked to the restaurant to sit down.
“There are still dishes, I can’t waste them.”
“Only by eating and drinking enough can I become the female lead’s right-hand man!”