TLCBITAR Chapter 204

Chapter 204: Anesthesia Allergy

The nurses clustered at the doorway heard a low, suppressed chuckle and turned to look at Zhou Zhou behind them.

The corners of Zhou Zhou’s mouth, which had been lifting, immediately drooped. “Watching your show, why are you looking at me?”

He raised his eyes to meet Chen Qihang’s dark, glistening gaze. He wanted to wave, but seeing the displeasure etched between the other’s brows, he decided not to invite trouble. He leaned against the doorframe, content to be an observer.

Qin Yang only glanced casually at Zhou Zhou before his gaze returned to Chen Qihang.

“What, still want to fight?” Chen Qihang was being watched by several pairs of eyes, but he was as calm as if he were discussing the weather with a friend.

He’d always been cold and aloof, even towards his parents and close friends. It was as if no one could enter his heart.

But for some reason, Qin Yang kept causing trouble, and he was beyond annoyed. He felt extremely irritable, with various scenes flashing through his mind.

The protagonist in all of them was Qin Yang’s infuriating face.

“Don’t make it sound like I hit you just now,” Qin Yang snorted.

“Attempted assault foiled by water splash,” a nurse muttered. She spoke a little too loudly, and Qin Yang heard her, but he pretended not to. He crossed his arms and looked down at Chen Qihang, who was sitting upright in bed.

Chen Qihang raised an eyebrow slightly, then ignored Qin Yang. He picked up a thick book from the table beside the bed and began to read as if no one else was there.

Director Yao spotted Zhou Zhou, and his eyes lit up. He pushed through the crowd to Zhou Zhou’s side and asked in a low voice, “What’s your relationship with the Marshal?”

Relatives? Friends? Or something else entirely?

This was the first time he’d seen the Marshal so approachable, even carrying Zhou Zhou horizontally. He wouldn’t believe they were strangers.

A man’s sixth sense told him that Zhou Zhou definitely knew the Marshal!

Zhou Zhou gave him a faint glance. “What kind of relationship do you think I could have with the Marshal?”

Director Yao carefully examined Zhou Zhou’s face and noticed that his lips were conspicuously red. He couldn’t help but ask, “What happened to your mouth?”

The expression on Zhou Zhou’s face froze for a moment, and he coughed lightly to cover it up. “Anesthesia allergy, probably.”

Director Yao raised his hand to stroke his chin, a thoughtful expression on his face. By the time he came back to his senses, Zhou Zhou had already left the doorway of the ward and entered the elevator.

Would an anesthesia allergy cause the lips to swell up so red?

It looked more like it was caused by passionate kissing. Director Yao had been around the block and couldn’t help but suspect that the Marshal and Zhou Zhou had done something indecent.

Zhou Zhou returned to the ward and went back to the small villa with Father Zhou and Mother Zhou as if nothing had happened.

By the afternoon, Mother Zhou had packed her luggage. Zhou Zhou wanted to go with them to see them off on the spaceship, but she refused.

Before leaving, Mother Zhou spent twenty minutes nagging. Before Zhou Zhou’s ears grew calluses, she finally left with Father Zhou.

Zhou Zhou saw them out of the villa district and didn’t breathe a sigh of relief until they were in the hovercar.

As dusk approached, Zhou Zhou was alone in the small villa with a butler robot.

He lay on the sofa, half-closing his eyes, listlessly scrolling through the latest news on StarNet.

He searched for keywords such as “Pei Yanlie,” “Marshal’s real name,” and “transmigration game,” but found nothing.

Just then, a new message notification sounded from WeiNet.

[Lan Mo: My mom read my diary and is starting to suspect I’m a lesbian. She even asked how far we’ve progressed.]

[Zhou Xiaozhou: If you tell her the truth, will she beat you?]

[Lan Mo: Not beat me, but she’ll ground me. Oh, right, my girlfriend woke up. I want to visit her tomorrow.]

[Zhou Xiaozhou: What’s your girlfriend’s name?]

Zhou Zhou asked out of curiosity, wondering if it might be someone he knew.

[Lan Mo: Li Yu.]

“A cross-dressing master?!” Zhou Zhou was a little surprised, then remembered that Li Yu’s true form was a cool girl. She was a genuine girl.

[Lan Mo: Can we meet up later? I want to take a photo together to reassure my mom. Please.]

Zhou Zhou didn’t refuse. This person was at least Li Yu’s girlfriend, and the daughter of his mother’s best friend. He should help if he could.

They agreed to meet near the artificial lake near the Ring Star Skyscraper. The scenery there was beautiful and suitable for couples.

Zhou Zhou stayed at home until eight o’clock in the evening before stepping out in flip-flops.

The lights in the villa district were bright and dazzling, but Zhou Zhou’s mood remained low. He got into a self-driving hovercar and selected a location. From the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw a dark shadow flashing in a dark corner not far away.

He frowned and stared at it, but after two minutes, no one came out. He left in the hovercar.

In less than ten minutes, he arrived at the agreed location.

Lan Mo, wearing an apricot-colored off-the-shoulder top, waved at Zhou Zhou. “I’m here.”

She sat on a bench by the lake, a hint of melancholy visible on her face.

Zhou Zhou sat next to her, about a foot apart. He turned to look at her unadorned profile and said softly, “You can hide it for a while, but not forever.”

Lan Mo sighed. “I know. So I plan to wait until Li Yu is discharged from the hospital, discuss a plan for a few days, and then take her home to meet my parents.”

Zhou Zhou gave a vague “mm” sound, staring at the shimmering artificial lake. “In the world of the book, I knew Li Yu. He was still a male college student.”

Lan Mo blinked with interest. “Is that world different from reality?”

“At first, I thought I had transmigrated into a book after dying, but later I found out that wasn’t the case. Whether it’s the senses or everything else, people and things all seem very real.” A look of reminiscence appeared in Zhou Zhou’s eyes. Although he had only stayed in it for two months, it was enough for him to remember for a lifetime.

Especially everything about Pei Yanlie, from meeting him to being forced to endure his domineering love, until later falling in love and understanding each other. If he hadn’t been forcibly recalled, he might have married Pei Yanlie.

Zhou Zhou closed his eyes slightly, his thick eyelashes concealing the emotions in his eyes. Lan Mo was a sensitive girl, and she noticed Zhou Zhou’s low mood. Just as she was about to offer a few words of comfort, Mother Lan called for a video call.

Lan Mo hesitated for a moment, not wanting to answer. She felt that she was being very selfish at this moment, dragging Zhou Zhou into something that was her own business.

“You asked me out, don’t waste this opportunity. Answer it. Let’s put on a show, and your mom will definitely not be able to tell it’s an act.” Zhou Zhou leaned closer to her, a mischievous smile on his face.

“Okay, thank you. If you need any help in the future, just ask me.” Lan Mo looked at him gratefully. Their shoulders were touching, very close. To outsiders, it seemed like they were about to kiss at any moment.

Lan Mo answered the video call. Zhou Zhou leaned over and greeted Mother Lan. Mother Lan’s worried heart finally fell. She didn’t say much, only telling her daughter not to come home too late before hanging up.

On the other side, Pei Yanlie led the Federal Army soldiers to successfully rescue the civilians hijacked on a passenger spaceship and wiped out the evildoings of the Star Robbers.

He sat in a military hovercar. Just as Zhou Zhou’s figure appeared in his mind, his optical brain rang with a message notification.

Looking at the photo sent by his subordinate, his stern face instantly turned incomparably gloomy. His fierce gaze stared fixedly at the two people in the photo who were about to kiss, a wave of tyrannical anger surged into his heart.

He clenched his fists tightly, his chest rising and falling sharply, and suppressed the rolling anger in his heart.

“Date at the artificial lake?”

He snorted coldly and thought to himself: Since you won’t listen, don’t blame me for taking forceful measures.