Accidents, demented people, preternatural and postternatural.

Sam's prophecy has come true, Zhou Kai is really sick, with a fever and a drip.

After all, his age was there, and he wasn't a strong boy, he couldn't withstand a night of being winded and beaten.

Dr. Aaron was skeptical about the injury to Zhou Kai's face, which was clearly a blow, but when asked how the injury was inflicted, Zhou Kai said he did not remember.

Dr. Aaron wants to, uh, make excuses.

I think it's because I've been playing those games too hard.

So he didn't ask any more questions, and gave Shen Zhangqing a sympathetic look.

He was used to this family's shit. But since he'd signed a non-disclosure agreement and was getting a big paycheck, he'd just focus on the treatment, and close his eyes to everything else.

He went back to check Shen Zhangqing's recovery of his ribs and asked in passing, "How was Mr. Zhou injured?"

Shen Zhangqing replied very honestly, "Mr. Zhou did not come home last night. I'm not quite sure."

Dr. Aaron was stunned and looked at Shen Zhangqing with more sympathy.

After hooking up the fever-reducing and anti-inflammatory drops to Zhou Kai, Aaron suggested, "Go get a brain CT. It's been half a year since you've had a full physical, too."

Zhou Kai responded carelessly.

He didn't feel anything unusual about his body.

As it turned out, his body was not bad at all, and he got well very quickly, with a fever in the morning and a sweat by noon, and in the afternoon he began to handle some work remotely, and the next day he went to the office with medicine on his face.

Sam, who was inside talking to his secretary, jolted as he entered the office.

Sam thought he would need to rest for at least two or three days, but seeing him come back so quickly and full of energy, she was surprised: "Mr. Zhou, don't you want to rest for two more days?"

Zhou Kai smiled brightly, "Such a big company can't live without me for a minute."

Sam laughed with him, "Yeah. The company wouldn't know what to do without you."

Sam left Zhou Kai's office with a spring in his step and a cold sweat on his hands.

Inside the office, Zhou Kai's face was equally cold.

He asked the secretary, "What's Sam doing here?"

Frank, the secretary, answered truthfully, "Mr. Sam came to ask for the list for the mid-year party in two weeks."

Frank had been running the show, so it was only natural that Sam should ask him.

Zhou Kai glanced at the closed door, "He didn't ask anything else?"

As an ambitious man, Zhou Kai is most afraid of Sam's ambition.

If he's just showing signs of fatigue, Sam is rushing to power ......

Frank grinned and said, "He specifically asked if the mixed-race daughter of the deputy head of planning would be coming."　　 Zhou Kai then put his heart down.

As long as Sam is sensible and doesn't interfere in things he shouldn't, he will naturally hand over the company to him when the time is right.

After Zhou Kai recovered from his illness, he never suffered from sudden memory loss again, so he naturally thought that this day's wretched experience was the result of his own over-exertion, and that as long as he rested, everything would be fine.

However, a week later at the venue of a brand's fall launch, he had another not-so-small accident.

As the models started to come out, Sam noticed that Zhou Kai, who was sitting in the guest seat with him, had his head a little bit down, and didn't seem to be in the right state.

At first Sam thought he was experiencing the same symptoms as he had during the meeting in France, and jumped in surprise, and was about to reach out to help him when he heard him let out a soft snore.

Sam: "......"

He looked around the room.

The organizer of this fall presentation was a fairly well-known international brand, with various media, fashion celebrities, stylists, designers, retailers, etc. in attendance.

...... Zhou Kai How can you fall asleep in such a situation?

Seeing that two internet reporters were already eyeing the direction frequently, Sam awkwardly reached out to hold Zhou Kai's arm and whispered, "Mr. Zhou, wake up."

Zhou Kai opened his eyes, saw the stage streaming light, sleepy eyes stimulated, only to feel blinding.

He closed his eyes again, actually looking like he intended to go back to sleep.

Sam clutched his arm, his voice slightly louder, "Mr. Zhou, are you not resting well?"

As much as he wanted to make Zhou Kai look bad in public, it would be a big blow to the company's image if Zhou Kai's image was tarnished in public.

Some people around the room looked over, their gazes unable to hide their amazement.

Zhou Kai finally belatedly realized where he was, sat up straight, and opened his eyes with great effort, but the immense fatigue and weariness still gradually sapped his will.

As he watched Zhou Kai drop his head and doze off again, Sam's heart sank, and the fake smile on his face could hardly hang on.

Amidst Sam's repeated reminders, the live singer's hard work, and the constant sound of the shutterbugs, Zhou Kai woke up and slept for half an hour.

A fashion show is a 20-minute walk from start to finish, so when the music stops, Zhou Kai's snoring is unmasked.

Sam, sitting next to Zhou Kai, fidgets with embarrassment and nods apologetically to the few media outlets that notice him.

Before the conference was over, news and pictures of Zhou Kai sleeping through the entire conference were already circulating online.

Chi Xiaochi was swiping social news through the router 061 when he came across a high-resolution photo of Zhou Kai with his head down, eyes closed and mouth slightly open, sound asleep in the limelight.

Chi Xiaochi commented, "This is a very bad photo, you don't even choose the angle and focus like this to take a picture of a model."

He commented again, "The title is also lacking."

061 lost his smile as he watched the originator of the most lackluster comment on the lackluster of others, "It's all peeled, are you going to eat it?"

Yesterday someone delivered a box of Thai mangosteens, and Song, not being able to open them, gave Chi Xiaochi a whole plate of unpeeled mangosteens.

Chi Xiaochi loves mangosteen, but unfortunately she can only eat it and not open it.

He took the nightstand door and whimpered and clipped it halfway through, declaring failure.

Deflated, he tossed the mangosteen onto his plate, "I'll marry anyone who can peel fifteen mangosteens for me to eat."

Just as he was looking at the shell, he checked to receive the effect of his use of the hypnosis card.

He immediately found the source of joy for today's portion, and the pain of not being able to eat the mangosteen when it was clearly there was also put behind him.

It wasn't until 061 called out to him that Chi Xiaochi realized that the black and purple mangosteen shells had been returned to the trash can, and that the fruit bowl was full of snowy mangosteen meat.

Chi Xiaochi was slightly stunned.

061 thought nothing of it, just now when Chi Xiaochi refined a pair of eyes and swiped gossip, he directly datamined the mangosteen, and after processing it, he re-served it to Chi Xiaochi.

He said, "It's actually quite simple. Do you want me to teach you?"

Hearing this, Chi Xiaochi stifled a soft laugh.

...... He thought of someone.

After the unexpected death of her parents, Lou Ying stayed with her sister-in-law and uncle.

Unlike her sister, who was a highly educated woman, Lou Ying's sister-in-law had no aptitude for education and sold marinated ducks in a food market, while her husband was a street cyclist and locksmith.

And probably because of her strong genes and her natural skills, Lou Ying knew everything she was learning.

He will open the lock, will repair the car to repair the tire, and quite through the reasoning, according to the instructions to repair the radio, repair the refrigerator, a read that will be, a repair on the good.

He also had a pretty big dream of going to the junkyard after school to collect scrap metal and aspire to make his own bike.

As for Chi Xiaochi's specific function, it is to follow him and shout 666.

Lou Ying once asked him, "You always watch me fix it, are you into mechanics?"

Chi Xiaochi Geng said, "I don't like it. It hurts my brain to look at the board."

Lou Ying : "Then why are you still watching. It's quite boring when I fix it for an afternoon."

Chi Xiaochi : "I just love to watch."

Lou Ying laughs, "Well, well, well, look. Do you want me to teach you?"

Chi Xiaochi said, "I don't want it. Teach the disciple to starve the master."

Lou Ying poked him, "You're just lazy and don't want to learn."

Chi Xiaochi said cheekily, "Of course, if I want to learn it, I'll learn it right away."

"It's okay if you don't learn." Lou Ying picked up the small screwdriver and said gently, "I'm here anyway. In the future, if anything breaks in your house, just come to me."

Many, many years later, Chi Xiaochi became a big star in the world.

Like other celebrities, Chi Xiaochi started doing charity work.

In addition to donating a large sum of money to the orphanage each year, he would give the children an extra perk: at the end of the year, the orphans he sponsored could write him a letter about what they wanted most for a gift, and as long as it was reasonable, Chi Xiaochi would reply to their letter and send the prepared gift back to them.

Children have childish aspirations, and a less than happy childhood has called them to a premature understanding of restraint.

None of the things they wanted were expensive; some wanted a set of 24-color watercolors, some wanted a set of Lego blocks, the smallest kind would be fine, and some wanted a set of Detective Conan comics, which were well within Chi Xiaochi's means.

Of course there were wishes that Chi Xiaochi could not fulfill. For example, a little girl wrote him a letter saying she wanted to marry him when she grew up.

Chi Xiaochi didn't say anything and picked out a signed poster of a popular idol star and mailed it back to her, which successfully changed the young girl's goal of courtship.

On New Year's Day, when Chi Xiaochi was 25 years old, he received this New Year's Wish letter.

The writer, a little boy, wrote in crooked handwriting his gratitude to Chi Xiaochi and his wish.

He was abandoned by his parents when he was a child, and when he was five years old he was accidentally involved in a car accident, breaking one of his hands.

He's six years old this year.

In his boyish handwriting, he wrote, "I want to become Iron Man. Then no one will laugh at me."

Holding this letter, Chi Xiaochi pondered for a long time.

About four months later, the boy received a reply and a one-meter-long box.

He opened the box, and inside turned out to be a gold and red steel prosthetic limb made exactly to the proportions of his body, strong and lightweight, with armor guards made to completely restore the texture of Iron Man's arm.

After putting it on, the boy realizes that it actually has an arm laser and palm lighting function.

The boy's tears were falling.

He opened the letterhead and on it was Chi Xiaochi's reply in a few words, "Right now you can't master the power yet, so I only made the lighting function. When you grow up and know what real power is, try it yourself and work your way into a real Iron Man."

The boy grasped the letterhead, seeming to understand.

Chi Xiaochi grew up long ago and realized that there are no heroes in the world and that you have to rely on yourself in everything.

In Lou Ying's absence, Chi Xiaochi has learned everything.

He got into the high school that Lou Ying attended for only one year, he took the first place in his grade that only Lou Ying would take, he learned to fix things, to make molds, to speak Spanish, and he became the person that he longed for and yearned for when he was a teenager.

But Lou Ying is still the undying dream of a hero in his heart.

Because there's always something he can't learn, like he's always out of tune, handicapped, and can't clip a shamrock.

It's too hard, Mr. Lou, some things are just too hard, can you come back, can you teach me again.

The past is all too clear, but Chi Xiaochi is unchanged, and even still has a smile in his eyes: "Good. Whenever you buy a dozen or twenty pounds, you can teach me."

061 pursed her lips and smiled, "You do want to eat it."

Chi Xiaochi said with a straight face, "It's a waste not to eat."

061: "......" makes a lot of sense now.

Chi Xiaochi took a mangosteen and fed it into his mouth, saying intentionally, "I heard you say that your system is divided into innate and acquired, do you count as innate or acquired ah."

061: "Why does ...... suddenly want to ask this?"

Chi Xiaochi : "Just chatting. Zhou Kai, I'll wait until there are more comments on the Internet before I read that crap."

061 thought for a moment, "I'm the day after tomorrow."

"How do you count the innate and the innate, you guys?"

"Me, 089, and 023, it turns out, like you, are all human beings." 061 said, "Also like you, we are all contractors who signed a contract with the main god. However, we signed a long-term contract with the main god, and we can only break the contract and return to our original world after we've performed 200 missions. Also, while your body is still alive now, we are dead. That's why one of the items in our contract is that the main god is responsible for providing us with a brand new identity after performing a mission."

"Do you remember what world you came from?"

"Don't remember."

"Don't remember?"

061 finds it hard to explain his being formatted, as he doesn't remember the original story either.

All he could say was, "There was a little accident and it was all forgotten."

"Do you want to go back?"

"Think."

"Why?"

Ever since 061 said, "Do you want me to teach you?", an inexplicable premonition had festered in Chi Xiaochi's mind, causing him to become restless and unable to stop himself from asking questions to find the somewhat absurd answer.

"Why do you want to go back? Is it bad to be in the system?"

"I owe someone a date."

Chi Xiaochi's voice became a little subtle, "You're in love?"

"Seems like it, seems like it isn't." 061 blushed a little at the question, "It's just that ...... someone is waiting for me, and I must go back."

Chi Xiaochi's tightly clenched palms suddenly relaxed.

...... is not him.

061's reaction was so obvious that any fool could see that he had unusual feelings for the man.

But he and Lou never picked anything out; at that age, no one knew what love was.

In time, Lou Ying became a distant dream for him, and he immersed himself in that past, one part of his body growing up while the other part stayed put, holding on to that person and refusing to leave.

He later wondered if this could be called "love".

He then wondered what it was if it wasn't love.

After Lou Ying's death, Chi Xiaochi fell in love with Lou Ying, but the man was no longer there, and even if he knew what he was thinking, he would probably have stroked him on the head and said "childish things".

061 There is someone in his heart, so it's time for him to wait, and for him to wait, for another demented person.