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It's not that I dislike it, but rather that I hate or reject it.
Chapter 48 Love Came Too Fast Like a Tornado
Am I really that bad?
Chen Motong couldn't understand why Gao Kui had such a bad impression of her. Or perhaps, was Gao Kui even telling the truth?
"You're not bad at all. Everyone thinks you're cheerful, lively, beautiful, and kind-hearted. You're a first-rate friend, but I just don't like you."
It's like a car radio that can't pick up a station's signal; you don't even know what the station is broadcasting, so how can you say you like it?
Gao Kui Xiaoxiong shrugged, simultaneously weaving together two references from Stephen Chow's movies in one sentence.
Strangely enough, Chen Motong understood what Gao Kui was trying to say: he couldn't understand her.
This is not an isolated case. Many people with strong observation skills and delicate minds have this feeling when facing Chen Motong. She is such an unfathomable and witch-like girl.
Gao Kui was particularly special.
When others find themselves unable to understand Chen Motong, they are drawn to her charm and want to delve deeper into this obscure yet captivating ancient book.
Gao Kui had absolutely no interest in delving deeper into the subject; his mental illness clearly prevented him from doing anything that required mental effort.
"It's really an honor."
The girl with dark red hair spoke casually, as if she didn't care at all: "She's nice to everyone except me. Isn't that a kind of special treatment?"
I bet you, you won't remember the names of most of the people you treat politely and kindly, but you'll remember me for the rest of your life until you meet the next girl who's even worse than me.
How much to bet?
"How about one hundred yuan?"
"You can give me the money now."
Gao Kui, full of confidence, stretched out his hand to Chen Motong: "Don't you know I have a mental illness? Many of my memories are confused."
I have many memories that others believe don't exist at all, but are just figments of their imagination.
At the same time, many memories that others believe actually happened to me and that I should remember have long been forgotten by me, or the time, place, and people involved differ greatly from others' descriptions.
Maybe one day I'll have a relapse and completely forget you, or I'll disassemble and reassemble the image of you in my mind into different individuals.
"That sounds cool."
Chen Motong gripped the steering wheel, her bright eyes flashing with longing and wonder: "The biggest trouble for people is having too good a memory. They can't forget the people they want to forget, and they always remember the things they want to forget."
The harder you try to forget, the more unforgettable and indelible that memory becomes.
"Being mentally ill is better; you never know when you might be able to tear your memories apart and rebuild them, or even forget them completely. Every now and then, it's a brand new beginning."
"Kid, this isn't funny."
Gao Kui put on a stern face: "People always yearn for things they don't understand or haven't experienced, but once they truly understand them, they discard them like worn-out shoes, only to find that what they once yearned for was nothing but a pile of dog shit."
"You'll realize your mistake when you actually develop a mental illness."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you."
Realizing that her words might have offended Gao Kui, the usually quirky Chen Motong sincerely apologized. Her quirkiness wasn't about being a jerk and picking on other people's sore spots.
Deep down, Chen Motong still harbored a longing for Gao Kui's mental illness.
When the topic of Gao Kui's illness came up, the already somewhat oppressive atmosphere in the cramped carriage became even more sensitive and awkward. Even the air seemed thick and heavy, making it hard for Chen Motong to breathe.
The girl with dark red hair quickly changed the subject: "Let's talk about why you insisted on having me come out with you, and why you've been secretly watching me these past few days."
Why do you keep your distance from me while secretly watching me, even though you don't like me?
"Because someone wants to kill you."
Gao Kui frankly and frankly said, "I have accurate intelligence that someone is going to make a move against you in the next week."
"Accurate intelligence, how accurate?" Chen Motong's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her expression suddenly became very serious. She knew that many people really wanted her dead.
“Absolutely accurate. Jesus found me a few days ago and told me this himself,” Gao Kui said truthfully.
"Cut~"
With her guard up, Chen Motong curled her lip and said sarcastically, "Well, you really are great, as great as Jesus."
Just because Jesus told you someone wanted to harm you, you're willing to save a girl you don't like. In a novel, someone like that would be called a "saintly mother," and readers would hate them.
"First of all, the Virgin Mary is my mother and I am the Son of God. Secondly, I feel that this is my mission as the Son of God."
Gao Kui tentatively put himself in the shoes of the Holy Son: "It's such a pity that such a beautiful girl died so young. You have a long road ahead of you..."
Gao Kui rambled on, recounting to Chen Motong what Uncle Chu, Chu Zihang's father, had told him a few days earlier. He thought Uncle Chu was a philosopher, like Spider-Man's uncle.
Halfway through his speech, Gao Kui's thoughts were disrupted by the external environment.
"It looks like there's a traffic jam ahead," Chen Motong said, looking at the chaotic intersection.
Dozens of cars were stuck at the seemingly wide intersection, refusing to give way to each other, blocking hundreds of other vehicles behind the intersection. The front of the cars was pressed against the parking spaces, and the constant honking of horns made Gao Kui's head buzz.
"This intersection is often congested. The traffic volume is high and the traffic light is too short. I won't explain why the traffic light is too short and it causes traffic jams. You should know."
Gao Kui pointed to the alley next to him: "Go through this alley. Our car is small and it's easy to turn around. Luckily, we're driving this Gem Jet."
That alleyway is very bumpy. Your Ferrari's chassis is too low; it might get damaged from the bumps, and then the repairs will cost a lot of money.
Following Gao Kui's instructions, Chen Motong skillfully maneuvered the petite and adorable GemJet through the traffic, weaving and darting through the flow of cars. After a little effort, she finally drove into the alley Gao Kui had mentioned.
Just as Gao Kui said, this alley was very bumpy, the dilapidated cement road was full of potholes, as if it had been hit by missiles. Even though Chen Motong avoided the deeper potholes, his buttocks were still aching from the bumps.
Aside from the bumpy ride, the most distinctive feature of this not-so-long alley is its quietness. The low-rise six-story buildings on both sides almost completely block out the noise from all directions, creating a secluded paradise-like world.
Gao Kui, whose head had been buzzing from the noise at the intersection, suddenly felt relaxed, even though his butt was about to be bounced off, he still felt refreshed.
The alley wasn't very long, and the petite and adorable Baoshijie quickly reached the other exit, still enjoying the same comfortable feeling that made Gao Kui feel relaxed and happy.
It's strange. Even though it's just across the road, there are hardly any cars on the road in front of the exit. It's unusually quiet.
"No, go back quickly!"
Gao Kui's expression changed drastically. He pulled hard on the lever to adjust the seat back, and the passenger seat back suddenly reclined. Gao Kui leaned back and unzipped his tennis bag to reach inside.
A Dongfeng heavy truck with a bright red front sped towards us from the other side of the road, its speed estimated to be at least 100 kilometers per hour.
Before it could react, the adorable Gem Jet, which had just exited the alley, was struck head-on by the Dongfeng 100-ton King. Without any intention of braking, the 100-ton King continued its reckless speed, crashing into the shops along the street.
The old man's car, whose structural strength clearly failed the car safety test, was smashed to pieces. Chen Motong and Gao Kui inside the car were also bruised and battered by the huge impact, and were not far from death.
It hurts, it hurts so much, every cell in my body, inside and out, is screaming in agony.
Strangely enough, at the moment when Gao Kui was devastated by the Dongfeng 100-ton king's Chinese-style Iaijutsu, he thought of a Jay Chou song.
Love comes too fast, like a tornado; you can't escape the storm's vortex.
Chapter 49 What You Love Is Your Life
It hurts, it really hurts.
Gao Kui could even hear the sound of his internal organs being crushed, and intense pain surged into his brain like a tidal wave through his nervous system.
In a normal person's brain, the nervous system would automatically "shut down" at this time, using fainting to shield against the sudden, intense pain.
Fortunately, Gao Kui was not a normal person; his mental illness was a pathological one, and his brain had long since adapted to all kinds of pain and torment.
Not only did he not faint, but his thinking speed even became sharper, like Keanu Reeves in "The Matrix" using bullet time. Correspondingly, his perception of pain was also more intense.
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The tennis bag was pulled open, revealing the Longinus pistol hidden inside. There was also a Glock G17 pistol, which Chu Zihang had taken when he came down from the overpass.
Gao Kui's accompaniment of Chen Motong on this mission was partly intended to lure out the enemy, and he had made thorough preparations. He not only brought Longinus along but also borrowed a Glock G17 from Chu Zihang.
However, the sudden appearance of the hundred-ton Wang Juhe caught Gao Kui off guard.
The moment he grasped the hilt of the Longinus sword, his shattered internal organs and twisted body were instantly repaired, leaving only a trace of pain lingering in his brain, echoing continuously.
Lying flat, Gao Kui looked at the rearview mirror in front of him. Chen Motong's condition in the mirror was similar to his own just now, with his limbs and internal organs mangled beyond recognition.
Even Chen Motong's bones were broken in several places, or rather, this is the norm.
Gao Kui had no broken bones because he said, "Not a single bone of the lamb shall be broken." The lamb in the Bible is Immanuel.
Even when Hua Yue saw it, her features would slightly distort and become ashamed, her clear eyes would lose all their luster, and her pupils would slowly dilate.
Clearly, Chen Motong's brain forced her into a state of unconsciousness as a form of self-protection.
And she's dying.
Without any hesitation, Gao Kui gripped Longinus and forcefully stabbed it into the back of the driver's seat. The sharp blade pierced through the back of the seat and Chen Motong's body from back to front.
shared!
Gao Kui gripped the hilt of his sword, contemplating whether to share Longinus with Chen Motong.
This is a technique for using Longinus that I came up with after being inspired by Chu Tianjiao and recently tested: holding together.
To activate Longinus's passive ability, you first need to possess Longinus.
What does it mean to hold?
Hold it normally, stab it into your body like Chu Tianjiao, or bite it with your mouth like Zoro in One Piece. In short, you need to maintain a certain degree of control over Longinus with your body.
If you merely touch Longinus with your body, the effect will not activate because it does not count as possession.
Gao Kui had anticipated a similar situation to the present: if someone around him was about to die, and their life was hanging by a thread, how could he save them as quickly as possible?
Hand the knife to the other person and let them hold it?
It's too conventional and too slow. This conventional method requires the other party's cooperation. Not only does it waste time, but the other party may not even be able to properly grip the knife.
The real answer is to give the other person the knife without pulling it out, while thinking of transferring the knife to them.
When Gao Kui bestows the [Divine Gift] upon the opponent, and the opponent's body maintains a certain degree of control over Longinus, the passive effect of [Longinus] will take effect on the opponent.
Moreover, Gao Kui himself, who was holding the hilt of the sword, would not lose his immortal protection because he still maintained control over the long sword.
Gao Kui calls this operation "sharing," which is easy to understand.
Just like Chu Tianjiao and Gao Kui who possessed Longinus before, Chen Motong, who received a divine gift, had his shattered, twisted, and nearly collapsed body repaired in an instant.