The crowd grew larger, some pushing houses, others cars. Jiangnan was thoroughly fed up.
With a teleport, he vanished.
The crowd was baffled.
Hu Shuo: ???
Wang Zihua: “Bloody hell, is he really Superman? Back to his home planet?”
…
Jiangnan, in his Ultraman costume, walked down the street.
The heads turning were phenomenal.
Not that he wanted to wear it.
He was just too damn dark; taking it off would draw even more attention.
Turning a corner into a large mall, he headed straight to the third-floor furniture section.
While picking out a sofa he liked, someone called out.
“Mr Ultraman.”
“Are you tired? You can sit and rest a bit. The costume must be hot. I’ll get you some iced water.”
Jiangnan was surprised. Turning, he saw Lin Chuqing.
Wasn’t she the girl from the gym who bought his Hulk briefs, debating between M and L sizes?
Working part-time at the mall on the weekend?
“Uh, I’m here to buy furniture.”
Lin Chuqing was stunned.
She thought he was a mall mascot.
A customer?
Shopping in an Ultraman costume?
She didn’t know where to begin.
[Resentment points from Lin Chuqing +333.]
“Sorry, if you like this set, you can try it out.”
“It’s on sale now, and comes with a Bluetooth speaker as a small gift.”
She handed Jiangnan a cute, mini Bluetooth speaker.
Jiangnan: “Hmm? A small gift? I’ll take the whole set.”
Lin Chuqing’s eyes widened. “You’re taking it? Don’t want to look more?”
Jiangnan: “Isn’t there a small gift?”
“There is.”
“Then I’ll take this set.”
Lin Chuqing watched Jiangnan fiddle with the Bluetooth speaker, smiling wryly.
Are you buying furniture or just after the small gift?
Why the odd obsession with small gifts?
It reminded her of someone.
That fierce guy at school who donated ten pounds of blood for small gifts.
She muttered, annoyed, “Should’ve listened to him. L was too big.”
Jiangnan jolted.
Bloody hell?
She recognised him through the costume?
No way.
Does this girl have X-ray vision?
If people found out Songjiang Lingwu’s mighty South God was strolling the streets in an Ultraman costume, his grand image would collapse.
“What L are you talking about?”
Lin Chuqing’s face flushed. “Nothing, I’ll process your order.”
She was secretly pleased. Though the customer was odd, selling furniture meant a commission, which made her happy.
Just then, a short-haired, scarred-brow youth, smoking a cigarette and arm around a petite girl, approached.
“Tsk tsk tsk, isn’t this our school’s beauty queen, Lin?”
“Still working here? Earning pennies? Worth it?”
He plopped onto the sofa with the petite girl, feet up on the coffee table, smirking at Lin Chuqing.
Jiangnan frowned.
Petite girl: “Brother Sun, you know her well?”
Sun Sheng sneered. “Very well. Confessed to her three times, she ignored me. So aloof.”
“Everyone likes aloof campus beauties. Cold in public, who knows how fiery in private.”
Lin Chuqing’s knuckles turned white from gripping her pen.
“This customer, you can sit on the sofa. Put your feet down. Are you buying furniture?”
“If not, please don’t disturb my work. I have other customers.”
Sun Sheng scoffed. “Getting feisty? Hit a sore spot?”
“What customer? This idiot Ultraman?”
He pressed his cigarette butt into the sofa.
The glowing butt burned a hole, filling the air with a foul scorched smell.
Lin Chuqing’s eyes reddened with anger. “Sun Sheng, what are you doing? How could you…”
Sun Sheng raised an eyebrow. “What? No ashtray for customers? What kind of service is this?”
“As for the sofa, I’ll take it. How much is it?”
He spat on the coffee table.
Lin Chuqing trembled with anger, wiping her eyes to stop tears.
Sun Sheng relished her expression, but suddenly, a shadow loomed.
Ultraman stood in front of him.
“What the hell are you staring at? Get lost and be your Ultraman.”
Jiangnan said calmly, “You burned my sofa, and that’s my coffee table.”
Sun Sheng sneered. “What, standing up for her? Do you know who I…”
*Slap.*
A crisp slap echoed.
The force sent Sun Sheng rolling off the sofa onto the floor.
The petite girl’s face paled.
Lin Chuqing looked at Ultraman in disbelief.
He actually hit Sun Sheng?
Sun Sheng, head ringing, saw two bloody teeth on the floor, eyes bloodshot.
He sprang up, half his face swollen.
“You dare hit me?”
“You really don’t know how to spell death.”
His arm’s skin turned to stone.
Jiangnan: “Are Earth’s spirit warriors all this arrogant? Guess you haven’t tasted my Dynamic Light Wave.”
Sun Sheng: ???
What the hell?
Dynamic Light Wave?
“Big idiot. Watched too many cartoons?”
Jiangnan smirked. “Ignorant human, you’re done.”
He struck a pose, as if about to fire a Dynamic Light Wave.
Sun Sheng was stunned. What kind of freak was this?
Really thinking he’s Ultraman in that costume?
“I’ll wreck you first.”
He swung his fist.
Lin Chuqing pulled Jiangnan behind her. “Sun Sheng, this is a mall, a public place. Try hitting him, and I’ll call the police.”
Sun Sheng gritted his teeth, pointing at Jiangnan’s nose. “I’ll wait for you outside.”
In China, spirit warriors fighting in public was taboo, and Sun Sheng was wary.
He stepped aside, glaring at Jiangnan.
Lin Chuqing, worried, said, “Ultraman brother, thank you. You should go, take the back door. You hit Sun Sheng; he won’t let you off.”
Jiangnan grinned. “No need. He got hit by my Dynamic Light Wave. He’s done.”
Lin Chuqing: ???
What the hell.
You really think you’re Ultraman?
So deep in character.
[Resentment points from Lin Chuqing +333.]
“Come on, Dynamic Light Wave at a time like this?”
Jiangnan raised an eyebrow. “You don’t believe me?”
The Bluetooth speaker in his hand vanished.
Then, “Come on and sway with me.”
“Sway together, yeah.”
Loud music blared from Sun Sheng, startling half the floor.
Sun Sheng nearly collapsed.
What the hell? Music from me?
He tried to find it but was horrified to find his body couldn’t move.
Bound by an invisible force.
Jiangnan’s lips curled.
Still want to move?
My void chain’s already wrapped around you.
With a thought, Jiangnan said, “Keep the music going. Keep dancing.”
“Forget all the pain.”
“Sway together.”
Under everyone’s gaze, Sun Sheng’s hips started twisting.
Spinning, jumping, eyes closed.
Head shaking, motor running, non-stop.
Sun Sheng’s face flushed, veins bulging.
I can’t control myself.
Lin Chuqing was stunned.
The petite girl was stunned.
Why’s he dancing?
Jiangnan thought again.
Sun Sheng’s hands uncontrollably grabbed his collar.
No, don’t.
*Rip.*
Half his shirt tore off.
Shirtless, Sun Sheng danced to the music’s rhythm.
Indeed, when a man gets wild, women can’t compete.
“So let’s go all out now.”
“Sway together.”
*Slap, slap.*
Sun Sheng smacked his chest, stinging hotly.
[Resentment points from Sun Sheng +1000.]
