[Comprehensive British and American] Acacia Ancestor Transformation System

9.

sad.

The keys hit the table, making some loud noises in the empty room.

Seeing the back of Christine leaving angrily, Strange cursed himself in his heart.Swiping away the pen and paper on the table, the crooked Stephen on the paper.Strange is like an ugly maggot, disgusting.He lowered his head and struggled like a trapped animal.Then he stood up and wandered around in the extremely empty house.

There was a whole wall of trophies and certificates each laughing wildly at him.Everything about him, or everything he once was, is ridiculous.

He hammered the thick window hard, and the pain from his hand was dull.

Expensive surgeries, risky experimental therapies, endless physiotherapy, and groveling to contact every physician I know.

No!There is no way!

It's over, and the last person is driven away by himself.

If he can't stand on the operating table, everything about him is meaningless.He has nothing left.

"what--"

With a silent wail, he pressed his head against the window in pain, panting heavily.The hair that hangs loosely around the neck, the beard full of the chin.The reflected self looks like the kind of down-and-out bum in the emergency room who would drink himself to death.

Leaning against the window, he slowly slid down, hugged his head, and hid himself deep in the shadows.

He was a monster, a monster who depended on the sympathy of others to survive.

When the lights came on, there was a lot of noise, which had nothing to do with me.Looking at the scene outside, he slowly raised his legs, casually pulled off a coat that he didn't know if he could wear it outside, and staggered outside.

After downing an unknown number of glasses of wine, Strange slammed the glass on the table and pushed it forward: "Come again!"

With his head down, after a while, he reached out to take the cup and poured it into his mouth, shaking it, there was not a drop.Frowning tightly, he said loudly, "Where's the wine!"

"Sorry, the shift has changed." The unfamiliar voice was not the bartender just now, "Sir, what do you want?"

He opened his eyes and looked over in a daze. The person in front of him looked familiar but he couldn't remember who it was for a while.

"Ah—" There was a short surprised voice.

The newcomer was wearing the same clothes as the previous one, and I didn't know what she was surprised about.Strange pushed his glass over and said in a rough voice, "Vodka!"

The man took the cup and laughed, which seemed to mean something, but Strange couldn't think in a daze.

"Your wine."

Strange took the cup and drank it down.

"Come again."

"Ok."

After I don't know how many glasses were poured down, Strange gradually felt that the wine in his mouth didn't look like wine, but like water?Is the tongue numb?

"Is this really good?"

"What's wrong?"

"But—but—"

"You think he can still taste the difference? Don't waste our wine."

"Acridine - he fell!"

Strange shook his head, watching the wooden bars move left and right, what's the reason for this?ceiling?Turned upside down?Why, isn't it sitting?

Then he doesn't know anything.

10.

When he woke up, Strange felt that something was wrong under him.The part that touches the skin is still warm, but a slight movement can feel an extremely cold touch.Not only was it ice, but it was also harsh, causing his whole body to ache.This is definitely not my bed, so where is it?

With a strong taste in his mouth, Strange slowly recalled what happened to him last night in conjunction with his splitting head.Holding on to something next to him with his weak arms, he got up and looked around.It was a bathroom, and he was sleeping on the tiles next to the tub, with the toilet next to his head, his arms resting on it now.

Withdrawing his hands suddenly, he turned over and bent his legs, shaking unconsciously, his nose was itchy, and his throat was dry.This was a sign of an imminent cold. Strange frowned and slept on the tiles for an unknown amount of time. A cold was probably normal.

The toilet next to him kept emitting a sour smell. He got up on his knees and pressed the flush button.But it didn't work, the sour smell was still there, including the smell of wine.He slammed the toilet lid shut, his eyebrows furrowed tightly.

Sitting on the ground, he felt nauseated, and his cleanliness started to break out.Looking down at himself, the coat was nowhere to be found, and there were some faint traces on the trousers.Reaching out to pinch his pants, he couldn't help showing a disgusted expression.

Where the hell is this?It's not like Christine's.

Sitting on the toilet with his arms propped up, he looked towards the bathroom door and rubbed his temples.Yesterday... Did he meet Yu Chunchang?

The bathroom door was slammed open, and the person in the nightgown was filled with black air.The conjecture was verified, Strange had no time to react, and was fixed by Yu Chunchang's deadly eyes, completely stupefied.

"Are you awake?" Even though she was pretty, she had a distorted atmosphere when she smiled.

"Ang..." He choked out a response.

"Did you sleep well?"

"..." Can you say it's uncomfortable?

As if smelling something, Yu Chunchang covered his mouth and nose, his disgust was palpable.

Strange's face was a little hot, and he moved back unconsciously.

Yu Chunchang wrapped his clothes and walked into the bathroom, removed the shower head in the bathroom, opened it, and pointed it at Strange.

"...What are you doing!!" Strange dodged the water jet angrily.At the beginning the water was still cold, wherever he hid, Yu Chunchang pointed the nozzle at that place, but the water was hot in the back anyway.

"Are you sober?" Yu Chunchang pulled his face coldly.

Wiping his face, Strange looked at Yu Chunchang in embarrassment, and gritted his teeth: "Yu Chunchang!!"

"You slept quite comfortably, I didn't sleep well all night after you were locked in the bathroom," Yu Chunchang threw the shower head at Strange, and he coughed when he hit the ground, "If not Dr. Palmer put you on the blacklist, and I paid you for your drink. I picked you up because I was sick, and I’m looking for guilt.”

"A good deed every day shouldn't be wasted on you. I can still play with a dog for two days!"

Strange's face was blue, his hands were clenched into fists, and he stared at Yu Chunchang, as if he was meeting him for the first time.

After getting angry, Yu Chun took a deep breath.After waking up, he calmed down a little, and he calmed down, and forced to become expressionless: "I threw your outer clothes at the door for you."

"You stink unreasonably, wash me off, and then come out and talk to me." Yu Chunchang took off his bathrobe and threw it aside, "Anyway, I'm tired of wearing this dress, so you just wear this There is no need to pay it back.”

"The rest of your clothes are not allowed to stay!" Yu Chunchang raised his voice, "Including underwear."

"boom﹉"

The door was slammed shut with a loud click.Strange looked at the clothes thrown aside, then at the door.Getting up, he walked to the door, turned the door, and it was really locked! !

He twitched the corner of his mouth, then tugged at the clothes on his body.He looked at himself in the glasses, his whole body was dry and wet, and his hair was still dripping.He looked at the shower head that was still spraying water aimlessly, exhaled, and fell into a daze after being extremely angry.

He stood there for a while like a fool.

"Ah che..."

Covering his nose, Strange thought to himself that the cold was a certainty.A gust of wind leaked from the window, and he shivered.Picking up the shower head hesitantly, he glanced at his dripping clothes, it seemed that there was no other way but to clean them.

For a moment, no car accident, no hands seemed to rush to take a shower and change clothes...it was important.

11.

Gritting his teeth for the fourth time and yelling out that he finished washing and still didn't get any response, he finally knew to add a please.

"I've... washed it clean, please open the door for me?" He lowered his voice, trembling unconsciously, unwilling to do so.

The door was opened, and at the door was Yu Chunchang, who had already put on a dark gray home dress and seemed to have returned to his gentle and kind appearance when we first met. Strange swallowed the memory of the man in his head who was covered in black air and whose voice was icy. saliva.He moved his shoulder uncomfortably, Yu Chunchang was a little frightened, not because he was frightened, but because he always felt creepy when facing him.

After opening the door for him, Yu Chunchang turned around and sat on the sofa, with his feet on the coffee table and a bowl in his hand, watching the morning news.

The bowl exudes a faint fresh fragrance.

Swallowing, Strange sucked his stomach, his stomach was empty and still had a burning sensation.The warm Chinese rice porridge seems to be very suitable for people with hangovers. It also contains shredded ginger and shrimps, which will not be too fishy and can also appetize the cold.

Looking straight at the bowl of porridge in Yu Chunchang's hand, Strange didn't quite know how he could distinguish the ingredients in it, probably because... he was hungry.

"Not for you." It seemed that his gaze was too intense, and Yu Chunchang, who was focusing on the TV, parted a thread, and spoke out a sentence very gently.

Strange...

"Well, can I borrow your washing machine—" Smacking his lips, Strange stood still and spoke with a strong sense of embarrassment.

"No, throw your clothes away immediately. Don't stink up my washing machine."

Strange...take a deep breath.

"But if I throw it away, I won't have any clothes to wear."

"Didn't I give you one?"

Strange pursed his lips and was silent for a moment: "It's just a nightgown, and it's for a lady." It barely covered the upper part of his calf, like a skirt.

Yu Chunchang looked back at him, so what if his face was full of that.

Strange closed his eyes and told himself to be patient.

but--

"To be honest, if you're really that reluctant, you can throw me wherever you want." Strange said with a suppressed temper.

Yu Chunchang turned his head with the spoon in his mouth, and paused every word: "Say—really—"

"You pay me the full price for the wine right away, and now you can go wherever you want." Yu Chunchang finished a mouthful of porridge and bared his teeth.

Strange laughed angrily, rummaged through his clothes, took out his wallet, and opened it.

Looking at the full credit card inside, most of them have been frozen, and the bill is still in my mailbox at home.With only 13 yuan left in cash, Strange silently closed the wallet.

The atmosphere was eerily silent.

"Heh—" Yu Chunchang let out a breath that seemed to be mocking.

Strange clenched his hands: "I don't have—"

"There are coin-operated washing machines and dryers in the building, and I can give you some washing powder." Yu Chun gritted his teeth, "Remember to pay back the money after you change your clothes and go home, Mr. Doctor."

"Even if you are in such a mess, I don't think you are so unqualified that you can't pay your debts."

"It's easy to leave without giving it away. If you want to pay back the money, you know how to find me." Yu Chunchang got up, waved the spoon, and gave it away.

Strange was wearing shoes, holding a small bag of washing powder on his fingertips, and when he was shut outside the door in a lady's nightgown, he was in a daze.

After standing in the porch for a while, the elevator stopped halfway opened, and an older aunt got off the elevator and looked at him in surprise.Strange had wet hair, bare feet, shoes in his hands, and opened his mouth with a dry voice.

He didn't even drool.

"Well, which floor is the washing machine on..."

"Ah, did the young man quarrel with his girlfriend?" Auntie covered her mouth and said happily, "But such a pretty girl, just coax her, don't take it too seriously."

Strange... oh--

"Ha ha--"

"The third floor is enough. Go, go." The aunt patted him on the shoulder and smiled understandingly.

"thanks--"

Strange hurriedly put on his shoes, and ran for the elevator as if fleeing for his life.