The Calm Chu Hao
Dark clouds gathered.
The silver light rain hit diagonally, blurring the entire vision in front of him.
Chu Hao held a black umbrella and wore a black T-shirt. He walked out of the neighborhood in flip-flops and headed towards the nearest restaurant. The restaurant was just across the street. If he walked straight, it would only take a few minutes. However, there was no sidewalk here. He had to walk for a long distance before he could reach the sidewalk. Coupled with the traffic lights, it would take at least ten minutes!
"Gu…"
Just as he was thinking about these things, his stomach let out another empty groan. Chu Hao swore that he had never been so hungry in his life. He was so hungry that his large intestine was about to knot with his small intestine.
His superhuman thinking and dynamic capture of human strength brought about a shocking consumption of energy every time his brain worked at high speed. It seemed that he had to stock up on high-calories food in the future.
He looked at the cars on the road and closed his eyes. His brain started working at high speed. The trajectory of the car, including its speed, where it could go in a few minutes, were all constructed in his mind.
Then, he opened his eyes and took his first step. He said," One, two, three…"
The second and third step followed him across the road like a robot. The distance between the front and back of each step was like the most accurate measurement. The accuracy was no more than one or two centimeters.
The rain continued to fall, and soon, a lot of water accumulated by the roadside.
At this moment, a Volkswagen sped over from a few hundred meters to his right. Its tires swept across a puddle of water on the side of the road, splashing water in all directions.
On the road beside the restaurant, a few passers-by were drenched by the sudden splash before they could figure out what was going on.
"F * ck!"
"Screw you!"
"F * ck your mother, you ruined my family's property. This daddy's new clothes are useless.”
However, just as they were cursing, the Volkswagen had already driven dozens of meters away. In the blink of an eye, it actually crashed into a young man wearing flip-flops and holding a black umbrella.
A few passers-by's eyes instantly widened, and they cried out in their hearts.
"F * ck, it's over. Someone's going to die!”
"Run, brother!"
"F * ck, the car is about to crash into him, but why is he still walking slowly?”
"Do you want to die?!"
Amidst the screams, the Volkswagen was already a few feet away from Chu Hao. In the blink of an eye, it was about to hit Chu Hao, scaring the driver so much that his eyes widened.
The distance between the two sides was too close. It was too late to brake.
The expected collision sound was about to be heard. The driver's face was pale, and a few passers-by on the side closed their eyes, afraid to see the bloody scene. Only a fat man with glasses looked at Chu Hao.
But what did he see?
When the Volkswagen was about to hit the man, he didn't even look at the car or react. He didn't even pause for a moment.
It was as if nothing had happened. He continued to move at the same speed as before. He took a step forward. That step was as shocking as Armstrong's small step on the moon. It allowed the man to miss the Volkswagen and let it pass him.
Then, he raised his black umbrella step by step, as if he had calculated the route on a computer. Once again, he calmly walked past a truck and walked toward Fatty in the drizzle.
Was this guy a normal person?
When a normal person encountered such a situation, their face would be filled with fear. However, this man's expression remained the same. There was no change in his expression as he calmly walked across the road.
This was too ridiculous!
Fatty suddenly felt an absurd feeling in his heart. This kind of absurdity was like having a gun pointed at your head by a criminal, but you were still in the mood to drink tea. No, it should be as if the gun pointed at your head did not exist and you continued to do your own thing.
He opened his mouth slightly as he watched the man who was holding a black umbrella and wearing flip-flops brush past him. He suddenly wanted to ask the other party loudly, how could he be so calm? Do you know that you almost lost your life by a meter or a second?
In the end, he didn't say anything because the man in the flip-flops was muttering to himself when he passed by him.
" Fifty-nine, sixty, exactly sixty steps. Everything is executed perfectly according to the route, time, and distance calculated in my mind. The effect is not bad…"
A few weak voices drifted over from the air. Fatty was stunned. He wanted to hear it clearly, but the man had already walked far away.
The passersby beside Fatty were even more dumbfounded.
What was he talking about?
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