The ultimate blue sea

Chapter 31- The night before

Su Qing's vision was a blur. He blinked, and things came into focus. When he looked up, he saw Xu Ruchong's lips drawn back to the roots of his ears in a big, stupid grin. Su Qing felt that his facial muscles weren't especially taking orders yet, so his expression remained calm while he was startled. He thought, What temple sent this dumbass?

Then he saw Lu Qingbai bring two raised fingers up in front of him. "Tell me, can you see how many this is?"

Su Qing: "..."

Damn, there was an even dumber one. It was a buy-one-get-one-free fad.

He also felt very tired, as though he had just gotten through climbing the Himalayas. He didn't feel like moving a single finger. His just-opened eyes once more involuntarily fell closed. Lu Qingbai immediately became urgent. Not caring at all whether the person lying in bed was a guardian deity or a sufferer, he reached out to give him a push on the shoulder. "Hey, hey, are you planning on hibernating here or what? Why are you closing your eyes again? Wake up—Xiao Xu, go get a cup of cold water..."

Fortunately, Cheng Weizhi appeared to put a timely stop to this. He took a step forward and drew close to Su Qing. Softly, he said, "Su Qing, look, do you still remember me?"

Su Qing stared. At last he woke up entirely and opened his mouth, silently forming the word "Cheng." In that moment, Cheng Weizhi finally relaxed and laughed until tears fell. He simply didn't know what to say. It was as if he was the one with a new lease of life.

Sadly, not everyone could grasp his crying and laughing sincerity. Lu Qingbai got out a notebook and drew close obnoxiously. "Well, then, this is a rare opportunity, let me ask you some questions first. Do you feel that you see thing differently now? Is the world still three-dimensional in your eyes? Can you see the movement of people's cytoplasm when you look at them? Have you heard any strange sounds? Are you feeling full of power..."

Su Qing gave Lu Qingbai a look of disbelief. Because there was some distortion over the communicator, he hadn't realized that this white-coated, open-armed slob with half his shirt tucked into his pants and half sticking out was the quack who had electrocuted him several times. He silently turned aside, thinking, Did this comrade forget to take his meds before coming to work?

Lu Qingbai doggedly occupied his field of vision, displaying his intense interest towards everything about this freshly-minted freak, buzzing around Su Qing like a fly, carrying out a prattling mental attack against him: "How is your dynamic visual acuity now? When I wave my fingers like this, do you not see overlapping images? Does it look like slow motion... Hey, look over here, don't look at the ceiling..."

"..." Su Qing thought that an accurate translation of his action would have been "rolling his eyes."

When Lu Qingbai got fired up, he was even noisier than that chatterbox Xu Ruchong. At last, Hu Bugui couldn't stand it anymore. He lifted him by the back of his collar and dragged him two steps away from Su Qing's side. Lu Qingbai wanted to say something, but he saw Su Qing meet Hu Bugui's eyes and swallowed his words, his eyeballs rotating with profound mystery.

Hu Bugui stood there like a lump, looking fixedly at Su Qing, not saying a word. After an age, when he was about to start sweating from holding back, he somewhat hastily squeezed out a sentence: "Are you feeling better now?"

Su Qing looked at him expressionlessly for a while, then dropped his gaze and lowered his sharp chin in something like a nod. Then he turned his head aside and closed his eyes again, indicating that he wasn't receiving visitors.

Hu Bugui was silent for a while, then quietly said, "Everyone leave. Let him rest."

Lu Qingbai was still a little reluctant to part from this living rarity, but sadly he was forcibly ejected by Hu Bugui. Su Qing then opened his eyes again and looked out through the glass at the receding people and understood what place he had come to. He felt very vexed. He bitterly thought, Why is it always this crowd of plague gods pestering me?