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She opened the window and let Xu Fu in. Xu Fu was pleased to find that the bed, which had been a mess just moments before, was now neatly made without a single wrinkle, as clean as if it were brand new.
Kara picked up the paper bag and exclaimed happily, "Brother Xu Fu's sandwich! My favorite! So good!"
“I specially ordered extra salsa for your favorite flavor,” Xu Fu smiled.
"Thank you, you're so kind." Kara deliberately dragged out the last word of her thanks and gently kissed Xu Fu's cheek.
Xu Fu's combat uniform automatically shrank back to the badge on his chest, revealing the civilian clothes he was wearing underneath. He took out a sandwich from his small bag, sat down next to Kara, silently ate a few bites, then smiled strangely, as if thinking about something, and finally said with difficulty, "Bear pajamas, right?"
Kara understood what he meant and blushed: "Then what do you think I should wear to bed? Embroider an 'S' on my pajamas?"
"No, no, I mean it's okay."
"Nonsense, that's clearly not what you meant!"
"I swear to God, I never thought of that!"
They chatted for a while, half-joking and half-seriously, then deliberately changed the subject. Xu Fu tactfully remained silent, pretending not to notice, lest Kara get angry and push him out of the mood.
“So,” Kara asked, having eaten half a sandwich, “what brought you here today? It’s not the weekend yet, don’t you have classes to attend?”
"I just finished my last exam yesterday and am currently on vacation." Xu Fu grinned.
Kara gave her a look full of envy and jealousy: "The university is great. I haven't applied yet, but based on 047's past experience, Ms. Grant isn't the kind of boss who'll let you take a few extra days off."
"where to?"
“Petawa.” Xu Fu reiterated, “My mother has been clamoring to go on a long trip. This year, my father happened to have a vacation, so she seized the opportunity, hoping that our family could go on a long trip together.” He paused, then added, “They know that you don’t have many family members, and such opportunities may not be frequent, so they said they really hope you can go with them.”
He was sure he saw Carla's eyes light up for a moment, but she quickly replied with disappointment, "Thank you very much, but I don't think I can go. Mrs. Grant won't let me go, and I have a lot of work to do, especially before the Christmas holidays, you know."
Xu Fu nodded in understanding, "I understand."
“But on my behalf, I want to thank the Reynolds family for agreeing to take me to your family gathering. I really wanted to go; it meant a lot to me.” She looked a little sad, as if she regretted not being able to go with you.
"It's okay, there will be other opportunities in the future." Xu Fu patted her shoulder and comforted her, "I will keep in touch with you. I brought my laptop, and we can video chat tonight."
Kara raised an eyebrow: "Deal?"
"Deal!" Xu Fu smiled.
Chapter 1701 A Happy Day?
Weekend, Metropolitan University, Xu Fu's dormitory.
The piercing roar of a car engine came from outside the window. Unlike the cars speeding along the road, its buzzing sound was like an engine idling in front of the dormitory, giving a feeling of an ancient person reining in their horse and neighing and shouting under the city gate.
Xu Fu stood up and opened the car door, looking somewhat confused as he saw a gray sedan parked outside the dormitory. His roommate, Mike, leaned half his body out of the driver's side window and waved triumphantly at him.
Xu Fu twitched his eyebrows: "You'd better not tell me you stole that car."
“What? I didn’t steal it, I didn’t steal it!” Mike protested loudly. “It’s my dad’s car, I just borrowed it to drive, he didn’t know that.”
"Looks like it was stolen after all. Didn't you say your family lived in Beach City? Then how come your father's car is here?"
“My hometown is Beach City, and my dad works in Metropolis, but that doesn’t matter anymore.” Mike raised an eyebrow, stepped on the gas, and the engine roared to life. “You know what I need this thing for?”
"I have no idea"
Do you remember Jesse?
Xu Fu tried hard to search his memory for keywords, "You mean the girl you met in class, and you've been talking about her every day lately?"
“That’s right! It’s her!” Mike clapped loudly. “Guess what? I asked her out last night, and she said yes!”
"Great, looks like you're getting over this setback."
"What's there to talk about? This is our first date, but I'm going to use my charm to make her swoon," Mike said confidently. "I have roses."
He mentioned a large bunch of pale white flowers that had been picked from the passenger seat. Xu Fu, sweating profusely, reminded him, "These are roses."
"Huh?" This question, which he had never considered before, seemed to pause Mike for half a second, but he quickly recovered, tossing the flowers back onto the passenger seat. "It's okay. I'll drive my cool sports car to Jesse's dorm, pick her up in style and with great flair, and then hand her this beautiful bouquet."
"And then say something like, 'You're as beautiful as these flowers'?"
"Great idea, really, you're still the most experienced brother!"
Xu Fu asked with a wry smile, "So where do you plan to pick her up for dinner?"
Mike scratched his head. "I don't know where else there's good food. Maybe we can go to the shopping street across the street that we usually go to?"
So you just drop the girls off in your sports car, drive to the end of the road, turn around, and then walk back to the shopping street across the street for dinner? If you do the math, walking across the street would save you more time and money.
Xu Fu decided not to dampen his roommate's enthusiasm. "It sounds like you've thought it through. I believe you can handle it, buddy."
"Ha, thank you, that's what I thought too."
In fact, Mike's plan worked. The girl named Jesse seemed to be fooled by his gesture. After accepting the rose that he mistook for a rose, she smiled symbolically and thanked him softly.
Mike, who is usually neurotic, was unusually romantic tonight. He took the girl to a restaurant on the shopping street for a candlelight dinner, which undoubtedly made a good impression on her on their first date.
They were lucky enough to find a window seat in a crowded restaurant on the weekend. A smartly dressed waiter in white gloves lit candles for them and brought the food to the table. The dim candlelight seemed to drape the table in a veil, and the flickering candlelight separated the man and woman on either side of the table, creating a unique and ethereal beauty.
During her meal, Jessie glanced out the window and suddenly saw an incredibly long queue at a newly opened beverage shop across the street. The line snaked around several corners and stretched all the way to the sidewalk. She instinctively felt a pang of regret; the drinks at this shop must be absolutely unique, otherwise why would so many people be queuing up? Hearing this, Mike stood up without hesitation and said, "Wait, I'll get you a drink to try right now."
If Xu Fu could see this scene, he would definitely be happy for Mike's efforts in wooing the girls. He knew Mike was very impatient; he lost interest as soon as the line exceeded five people, and he almost never had the patience to wait in line. If he insisted on queuing for Jesse, it meant he genuinely liked the girl.
With unusual patience, Mike queued up and bought two cups of milk tea. Then, carrying a bag full of joy, he crossed the street towards the restaurant. Through the restaurant's glass, he caught a glimpse of the girl's beautiful eyes, fixed intently on him.
Although Jesse hadn't said much today, her feelings were written all over her face, and even Mike, with his rugged features, could sense it to some extent. His battle tonight had been a success; the only possible thing going to happen next was that nothing would happen at all, and in fact, that would be a huge success.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile: perhaps today really is his lucky day.
Unfortunately, he had bad luck today.
"...Boom!"
Mike was only a few feet from the window when the explosion occurred. The sharp, piercing roar made his ears ring and he instantly lost consciousness. A scalding shockwave hit him from the side, blasting him like a feather, and hot drinks spilled from the overturned cup.
The moment his head slammed heavily against the stone steps of the sidewalk, he lost consciousness. He felt dizzy and as if he had been pulled back to reality from the sky. Only when his consciousness was completely plunged into darkness did he realize what had happened.
The girl behind the glass (Zhao) couldn't help but scream. A few seconds earlier, a gray sedan parked on the sidewalk had suddenly burst into flames without warning. The flames, like a demon unleashed from its cage, shot out from under the car in all directions, lifting it high into the air before slamming it into the middle of the road, shattering the headlights and hood. Nearby cars were also sent flying; one, like a spinning frisbee, smashed through the restaurant's glass and, like a shameless beast, hissed as it hurtled inside.
The girl instinctively bent down and rested her head on the ground, an action that clearly saved her life. The deformed car body, carrying shards of glass, swept over her head, overturned several tables, and smashed the shop into a mess.
Jessie pressed herself against the shattered car window, breathing heavily, almost suffocating. Worst of all, she was ninety percent certain: the gray sedan that had suddenly exploded was the very car the man had just driven to pick her up.
Chapter 1702 Misfortunes never come singly
"An explosion occurred earlier this evening in the Metropolitan University commercial district. Thanks to the new Superman who arrived at the scene immediately, the situation was brought under control and all the injured were quickly taken to the hospital. Fortunately, no one died. The authorities are taking this very seriously, as it is highly likely to be a terrorist attack. The police have not yet released any related information."
Mike opened his eyes, panting, having heard this news countless times before. He lay on the soft hospital bed, his body wrapped in bandages. The hallway outside was noisy, sounding like the nearby market.
When Xu Fu squeezed in, he was slightly taken aback, hunched over, and leaned against the edge of the bed, forcing a smile: "Hi, I haven't had a chance to look in the mirror yet, but I don't think I look the most handsome right now."
"Have faith, buddy," Xu Fu said, leaning against the door to comfort him. "You look pretty good."
"How's Jesse?" Mike asked impatiently, sitting down at the table. "Is she alright?"
"She's alright." Xu Fu personally rescued the girl from under the dining table, which was buried under the rubble of the wall. He was certain she was safe.
"That's good." Mike breathed a long sigh of relief, as if a huge weight had been lifted from his heart. Then he turned around and asked, with little hope, "What about my car?"
"It seems this method won't work for 047," Xu Fu said apologetically. When he arrived at the scene, the area around the restaurant was almost a complete mess. Cars parked nearby were blown beyond recognition, with Mike's gray sports car suffering the most damage. The car was almost completely destroyed: the furthest door had been blown more than forty meters away and crashed into the stone wall of a house on a nearby street; the seats were torn in half; and the charred body and broken parts were scattered all over the ground. Even the best mechanics couldn't repair it.
Mike said with a wry smile, "It seems my dad is really going to be angry this time."
Xu Fu had been a little worried that the sudden terrorist attack would disrupt his carefully planned first date and he might become depressed, but he seemed to be worrying too much, which was one of his roommate's main strengths.
“Oh, right,” Mike suddenly remembered, “shouldn’t you be going home today?”
“I live in the metropolis and may come back at any time.” Xu Fu sat down on the chair next to his bed. “I heard about your situation and thought you might want to see familiar faces. So I can stay for a couple more days.”
“Thanks, but I’m fine here.” Mike paused and said, “Well, maybe except for the body aches, fatigue, and daily IV drips. At least there’s a TV in the room, so it’s not so boring. Weren’t you planning to go on a trip to Petva with your family these days? I don’t need to change my plans. I’m having a great time here, and I can postpone my trip back for two more days to listen to my mom’s nagging.”
Xu Fu looked at the guy covered in bandages, his expression somewhat complicated. He couldn't help but think that he wasn't always so careless.
Despite Mike's words, he couldn't help feeling bored after Xu Fu left. He said he had a TV, but almost every channel was showing the accident that caused the explosion over and over again, which only distracted him. So he started thinking about whether Jesse would be willing to go on a first date with him after such a terrible thing, whether his mother would rush to the Metropolis after hearing the news, and whether his father would be angry because he stole his car and caused the accident.
As he pondered this question, he suddenly realized why his father, who was in the metropolis, hadn't appeared at the door of the secret room so long after the explosion.
From as far back as Mike could remember, he had always been plagued by misfortune at the hands of his father. His father was always very strict with him, but Mike always liked to do the opposite. If his father told him to go east, he would go west; if his father told him to sit down, he would stand. In his own words, this terrible old man always seemed dissatisfied with everything he did. The more unhappy his father was, the more rebellious he became, and as a result, their father-son relationship deteriorated like a slowly descending curve, forming a vicious cycle.
However, despite his past rebelliousness, the chaos he had caused was, at best, minor compared to the consequences of today's chaos. His father still hadn't appeared at the door, and he couldn't help but wonder if the other had finally become so angry that he decided to abandon him completely.
The door to the room opened softly, and two men dressed in impeccable suits, looking like they'd stepped out of a spy movie, entered, interrupting his hesitation. They stood at attention beside his bed, and Mike couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in suspicion: "Uh, gentlemen? Is there something you need?"
One of the men deftly displayed his ID card inside his jacket, which bore the large letters "FB" and a sophisticated badge. Mike gasped; he hadn't expected a spy movie to unfold right before his eyes.
“Mr. Mike Marcus?” the man asked.
"it's me"
It turns out that Mike was one of the victims closest to the scene, so inviting FBI agents to collect evidence was a logical step.
“Ask as many questions as you want.” Mike sat back on the bed. “Ask as many questions as you want. I have plenty of time, and nowhere to put it.”
“No, Mr. Marcus,” the agent said, “this won’t do. You have to come with us.”
"Huh?" Mike thought he had misheard.
The two agents exchanged glances, and then the agent in front added, "That's right. Our experts have completed their analysis of the explosion site, and according to their analysis, the car you were driving was the source of the explosion."
Mike's mouth dropped open in surprise: "Wait, wait a minute, are you saying I'm a suspect in the bombing case?"