Chapter 1818
Chaori Xiqiu recalled the approximate price of the Porsche in front of him, and then was stunned by the countless zeros that rolled out in his mind.
If you really damage someone else's car, you and your watermelon will be stuck together forever - but even if you sell watermelons for the rest of your life, you probably won't be able to pay for it!
He stood up with a heavy heart and glanced at the black shell of the Porsche Cayenne with trepidation.
The smooth paint surface reflects a subtle luster, and the vehicle as a whole is very clean without a trace of excess dirt, which is enough to show the owner's love for it.
There are some scratches and nicks on the body of the car at sharp angles, which don't look like the scratches left by daily driving. Rather than scratches from the roadbed or other vehicles, they look more like the marks left by bullets or wafers.
Bullet? Haha, how could I make such a judgment? This is not an armored vehicle that will be used on the battlefield. Asahi Yuqiu shook his head and threw away the previous thought.
It can't be that some rich guy has a special hobby and loves to drive this expensive old car to have a gun fight.
He looked over and saw that there was no scratch on the place where his palm had just hit - after all, the car was not made of cardboard, it was beautiful, strong and stable.
On the black body of the car, there was only a shallow, semi-wet palm print, with some dust and blood stains.
……Blood?
Chao Ri Xi Qiu blinked and looked down.
Only then did he realize that his entire arm and even his palms were covered with tiny scratches - traces left by the flying glass fragments in the explosion just now.
Although he dodged as quickly as possible at that time, he was close to the window after all, and was inevitably affected by the broken glass.
The blood seeped out and slowly flowed down his arm, leaving his palm sticky and bright red.
No wonder it hurts so much when you hold the watermelon vine tightly! Chaohi Yuqiu suddenly realized.
At that time, he was still wondering what was causing the throbbing pain in his palm. It couldn't be that the watermelon vine had a mouth biting him - now he finally found the reason.
The Porsche was not damaged, but it was dirty, so I still had to wipe it off.
Asahi Yuqiu subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to wipe it, but then he remembered that his hands were covered in blood, and the more he wiped, the dirtier they would get, and the car would be covered in blood. So he began to hesitate whether to wipe it with his clothes.
But the key point is that he is wearing short sleeves today. So if he wants to wipe it with clothes, he has to lift the hem of his shirt.
Suddenly lifting clothes in public, isn't this perverted?
Although the street behind the house is a small road with few people on weekdays, it is not a good idea to do this, as it makes him look like he is plotting something bad against Porsche.
Chao Ri Xi Qiu stared at the bright red on the car body, wondering what to do, when he smelled the smell of smoke that gradually became stronger.
He snorted subconsciously and looked away.
The Porsche was not completely closed. Its window was open a finger-wide gap, and white smoke was floating out from there.
The car windows were covered with anti-transparent film, but because the distance was close enough, Chaori Xiqiu could also vaguely see inside -
There was a person sitting in the car, with long light-colored hair draped over his shoulders and hanging down. He held a cigarette between his fingers, his face turned toward the window, his sharp eyes like a wolf king in the jungle, even though there was a barrier of car windows between them, they still clearly pierced through his eyes.
"......!" Chaori Xiqiu instinctively tensed up. Just like his previous habit, the more tense he was, the more his cheeks tightened, and his upturned fox eyes looked just as dangerous.
There was actually someone in the car? He had just seen the car was motionless and thought there was no one in it!
The death stare is too scary!!
After the initial nervousness, Asahi Yuaki felt a little guilty.
If the car owner was there the whole time, wouldn't he have been noticed the whole time that he had crashed into someone else's car and got blood all over it?
Well, no wonder he was angry, it was my fault first. Asahi Yuki's foxy eyes, which had just narrowed instinctively, slowly relaxed, and his face became calm, gradually becoming harmless and friendly.
The door of the Porsche was pushed open and the owner stepped out.
The man had a cold aura, and his leather shoes landed without making any sound, as light as a wild animal on alert during hunting. His pure black windbreaker rose slightly with his movements.
——It’s Gin.
It was not until this time that, without the obstruction of the anti-penetration film, Chao Ri Xi Qiu could truly see the other person's face and long silver-white hair clearly.
At first glance, Asahi Yuki felt that the other person looked familiar, but he did not look closely - because staring at someone's face was very rude and weird, and the other person's expression looked too intimidating.
Help, help, the car owner looks really angry, what should I do!! Asahi Yuaki's heart is filled with cat memes.
Since the person in front of him seemed difficult to talk to, he decided to express his apology through practical actions. In this case, there was no way to clean the other person's car, so there was only one way, which was to apologize by giving a gift.
Chao Ri Xi Qiu naturally had no gifts in his hand, as he had just escaped from the explosion site. But he was quick-witted and found a suitable gift from the scene.
——That’s the watermelon! The one that tripped him just now!
According to his unique technique of identifying ripe melons, the melon that was rushed to him must be a ripe melon.
Chaori Xiqiu took two steps back to where the watermelon was. He bent down and wanted to pull the watermelon off the vine and give it to the Porsche owner in front of him as a compensation gift.
Generally speaking, watermelons are not difficult to pick. But for some reason, this watermelon today was particularly firm, as if it was glued with 502 glue, and was firmly attached to the watermelon vine.
Chaori Xiqiu tried to pick it, but it didn't budge. He tried to pull it out, but it didn't budge.
...No, Mr. Watermelon, are you so reluctant to pick you and give you away?
Chao Ri Xi Qiu half-knelt on the ground, with his hands under the melon, in a stalemate with Mr. Watermelon.
The air around me seemed to freeze.
The silver-haired man in front of him sneered softly, like the tip of an eagle's wing breaking the silence.
He still had a cigarette between his fingers, a white strand of it floating quietly upwards.
Gin lowered his dark green eyes and looked down at the figure half-kneeling on the ground.
The fox-eyed young man was injured, with bloody wounds on his arms and burn marks on his body, as if he had just escaped from an explosion or gunfight. His hair was messy, and his cheeks were stained with dust, and he looked like he had no strength left.
The wind blew at the alley entrance, carrying the smell of gunpowder smoke. Gin narrowed his eyes slightly.
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The view was full of sand. The yellow sand rolled and the sound of the gunfire was swallowed up by the ruthless wind and sand. The air was filled with the thick smell of gunpowder, which was baking and expanding in the heat.
A teenage boy with long silver hair was lying on the sand. The blood on his body had already solidified and his clothes were covered with dark lumps of blood. He had a blue bracelet tied around his left wrist.
Standing next to him was another brown-haired boy with a different red bracelet on his hand. He was also covered in wounds, especially the inside of his right wrist, which was covered in blood. The deepest wound was so deep that the bone was almost visible.
“Are the fights also this fierce in simulated combat?” The brown-haired boy covered his wound and looked into the distance.
The sandstorm was blowing so hard that the red and blue camps in the distance could not be seen clearly. Occasionally, a few distant gunshots could be heard in the air.
"It looks like we're all lost," he said, "or left behind."
The hot and fierce wind was still blowing. The silver-haired young man, half of his body almost covered by the yellow sand, did not make any response. Only the slight rise and fall of his body proved that he was still alive.
"We have to go back and catch up with our respective troops." The fox-eyed boy continued.
"According to the organization's rules this time, we are now in different camps. I can't help you - if you want to survive, you have to get up by yourself."
"..." The silver-haired boy smelled dust and smoke at the tip of his nose. He panted, his eyes never closed.
The young man with fox eyes stood there, looking down at the person on the ground who was half buried by the sand.
He did not offer his hand to help, but he repeated: "If you want to live, you have to get up."
"—get up," he said.
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A few distant silhouettes passed by, like the shadows of a discarded roll of film. The cigarette in Gin's hand had burned to the end, so he simply put it out.
There was no special emotion on that face, only a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his lips. He glanced at Chao Ri Xi Qiu and said in a hoarse voice: "...What a wolf."
Morning Sun and Evening Autumn:?
To be honest, he was a little angry.
How can anyone talk like that!
Although he was at fault first, he also accidentally hit the other car with his body.
He lowered his head and wanted to pull out a watermelon as a gift to him, but he was ridiculed as a "wolf".
You rich people, don't think you can humiliate others just because you have some money!!
Chao Ri Xi Qiu's fox eyes widened a little, and his deep golden eyes were shining with a sharp light.
However, as if because of the surge of adrenaline, bleeding, injuries and anger he had just experienced, his vision went dark for a moment and he almost fell forward.
Fortunately, he reacted quickly and held onto the ground without using his head to grab the ground.
The man with long silver hair stood beside his Porsche without taking a step forward. He had no special expression.
The dark green wolf eyes swept across lightly, and the lips opened and closed indifferently, finally uttering a very simple sentence.
"—get up," he said.
…
Chaori Xiqiu was working hard to pull out a watermelon, and when he heard the person in front of him urging him to get up, he almost got angry.
Mr. Watermelon! Give me some support and don’t let others look down on you!
He gritted his teeth, exerted all his strength, and finally picked the watermelon that seemed to be welded to the vine!
Due to inertia, Chao Ri Xi Qiu almost fell backwards. Fortunately, he was agile and took advantage of the situation to jump up.
…success!!!
Chao Ri Xi Qiu was almost in tears as he held the watermelon he had finally picked. He tapped the watermelon with his fingertips and heard that it was indeed ripe, and he was very proud.
Perfect, absolutely the best compensation! It is the perfect compensation for dirtying someone's car.
Rich people can no longer humiliate me——
Chao Ri Xi Qiu held his head high, stretched out his hands, and held out the watermelon in his arms: "Keep it ripe!"