After modification, enter the love game

She put on her uncomfortable performance shoes again and cleared her throat in front of the mirror.

...By the way, where is her Romeo?

Really, you've been avoiding me since morning, is it really that serious?

The show is about to begin, you can't be hiding from me now, right?

Ella thought angrily.

She turned her head and looked out the window. The summer heat had not yet dissipated and autumn was in full swing.

The afternoon sun always makes people feel a burning sensation, like a blazing, hot fireball.

Jiang Mu dodged the violently burning ball, his brows tightly furrowed, like mountains and rivers squeezed together.

The fire was more serious than expected. Greedy flames licked every inch of the wall like a ferocious beast measuring its prey with its teeth.

It is an old building. In this era, such old buildings are no longer common in Kyoto, but no matter how the city develops, such old buildings will definitely exist in some corner, just like the old people living in this building.

The security of this kind of old building is extremely poor. Perhaps the tiles and stones still have the toughness unique to that era, but the floors have long since decayed due to the erosion of time, and even the anti-theft windows look fragile.

Even the toughest man has to accept the fact of aging. If he doesn't, the result will be like this building, where the aging circuits cause combustion, and red light rises from the bottom to the sky like a lit torch.

The situation was very clear. There were not many people on the floor and they all ran out.

The only thing left was an old man with paralyzed lower limbs on the fourth floor. Apart from that, nothing else mattered.

"Has the fire truck been called? What about the ambulance?"

"We have, we have already done it! But the road is blocked, we are trying to clear it." Someone said anxiously, "It seems that the school next door is holding some kind of festival, the road is full of all kinds of cars!"

He cursed as he spoke: "Damn school!"

Jiang Mu: "..."

He felt the school was innocent.

Jiang Mu complained in his heart and spoke quickly:

"Go to the houses around you and knock on their doors. If you have a gas mask, that's great. But if you don't have one, that's OK. Use a wet towel instead, and a few wet blankets. Be quick!"

"A wet blanket won't do!" said someone who knows the business. "It's too heavy to carry! If you carry a blanket and a person, you can participate in a triathlon!"

"I can resist! I'm a sports student!"

The man wanted to say something when he saw the young man take a long breath and rush into the building without looking back, like a warrior charging towards a herd of roaring beasts with a sword in hand, the flames like the last setting sun.

——The fire is more serious than expected.

Of course Jiang Mu didn't think of just rushing into the fire. This is a daily show, not a superpower show. Just because he can participate in the triathlon doesn't mean he can participate in the superman triathlon.

He just came over to check out the situation. He had enough energy and was not afraid of wasting it.

It turns out that this approach is correct.

The stairwell was already narrow, and thick smoke billowed in. Various poisonous gases mixed together, like a black poisonous snake slowly spitting out its tongue, and the smoke and dust were like reflective scales.

If he really just rushes forward without caring about anything, even if his self-healing ability is maxed out, he will still cough for at least half a year.

This is secondary. The important thing is that the fire seems to have caused a certain degree of collapse in the old building, as if the floor had been burned through.

Previously, the fire was confined to one floor, but now smoke began to rise downstairs, and tongues of flame rushed out of the door, like a long red dragon. The red dragon and the black snake were entangled together, interpreting the beauty of destruction.

The glass exploded in the burning, making a sharp crackling sound.

Fortunately, except for the old man, everyone on the floor had been evacuated from top to bottom, but this situation made it even more difficult to move in the stairwell, and rushing through was no less difficult than a circus lion going through a fire ring.

It was not advisable to stay in the stairwell for a long time, so Jiang Mu evacuated quickly.

The crowd immediately swarmed over like a rolling tide.

"Is the child okay?"

"how is the situation?"

"The towels and blankets you asked for! Here they are!"

"Gas mask! I have a gas mask at home!!!"

"The situation is not good, or rather, very bad." Jiang Mu bit his thumb subconsciously, "Has the fire truck not arrived yet?!"

"Almost! A few minutes!"

"What a damn school!" Jiang Mu also cursed.

How to do how to do……

Miracle deal? No, it has been used, and even if it was used, it was too slow. The severity of the fire is measured in seconds!

Does “attending and completing on time” mean that we must ignore this matter?

What a joke!

There is a way. Maybe there is no way anywhere else, but in this world, there must be a way... Think about it carefully and calm down.

A plot where the real protagonist dares to face danger!

...Plot?

Yes, the plot line!

Jiang Mu shouted loudly: "Who is the family member of the old man upstairs? Are you here?"

"I am me!"

A middle-aged man ran out.

He looked back at the smoke-filled floor, his lips trembling slightly and his face ashen.

The man reluctantly said:

"...It's okay, kid, no need, it's... destined to happen."

He paused, "You are a good kid, a young and good kid... It's not worth it to get involved."

"Okay, that's your attitude, keep it up!"

Jiang Mu was overjoyed. "Don't ever say anything like 'everything is up to you'. Remember, don't ever say that!"

"?"

Middle-aged men can no longer be fooled.

...Is there something wrong with this kid's brain?

"You said lower limb paralysis." Jiang Mu spoke quickly, "That means the old man can still move his arms, right?"

"Yes, he can move." The man said, "But he has edema, and he probably doesn't have enough strength. It's... impossible... to crawl out?"

He suddenly looked as if he had seen a ghost.

Jiang Mu laughed, laughed loudly.

Look up, into view.

Behind the anti-theft window that is so old and even a little rotten.

A weak figure was trying to crawl towards the windowsill with his swollen hands.

He was old, dusty, and extremely tired, and his vitality was like a faint flame.

But he is not dead yet.

“It’s blocked!”

Jiang Quhan angrily slapped the steering wheel, "Why does it have to be at this time? Is there a fire somewhere?"

Most of the time, Jiang Quhan is a relatively peaceful person.

When driving, even if the light ahead turns green, I will give way to elderly people who really can't walk fast.

If it weren't for this kindness, he would never have met his wife.

But this does not mean that Jiang Quhan can remain gentle on the steering wheel when he is about to miss his son's performance of "Romeo and Juliet" with a little girl...

And there is a kissing scene!

Look at the time, 2:30 in the afternoon.

...Forget it, I don’t want the car for now.

Jiang Quhan got out of the car, asked Assistant Zhu to drive back, and prepared to walk over by himself.

I took just two steps and met an acquaintance.

"Are you... Doctor Wen?"

Jiang Quhan looked at the man in a suit in front of him and said uncertainly.

"Well, it's me."

Doctor Wen blinked, "Are you Mr. Jiang? Long time no see."

"…You are really a doctor."

In my impression, this doctor is the type who doesn't pay much attention to his clothes.

This year, the other party dressed formally for once, and I almost didn’t recognize him.

Jiang Quhan subconsciously wanted to exchange a few pleasantries, but then he remembered the urgent matter and said, "I have something urgent to do here. Can we talk another day?"

"What a coincidence, me too." Doctor Wen smiled, "Goodbye."

"Walk slowly."

The two grown men said goodbye to each other.

Take a few steps.

"Are you turning this way too?"

"Yes, turn right at the next intersection."

“…I’m turning right too.”

Take a few more steps.

“I’ll turn left this time.”

“…Ha, ha, same.”

"…………"

About five seconds of silence.

"Well...are you going to school?" the psychologist spoke first.

"Yes, there is a show for my son, I will go to support him."

Doctor Wen was stunned.

"Excuse me... Is your son's name Jiang Mu?"

Jiang Quhan was also stunned.

"Yes, that's right. He made a mistake this time and it fell into your hands?"

“…No, no.”

Doctor Wen wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and said, "He is a good kid. I like him very much."

Then Dr. Wen saw that an extremely strange expression appeared on Jiang Quhan's face.

It’s like “Jiang Mu” and “good kid” appearing in the same sentence, which is similar to “The Burial of Frieza” and “Shakugan no Xiahou Dun”.

To describe it specifically, it might be "It's a long story, so I'd better not mention it."

"Yes, yes." Jiang Quhan said shyly, "He is indeed a good boy, ha, ha ha..."

...Although I don’t know why the father has such an expression.

But as a psychologist, the most important thing is to know how to read emotions.

So Dr. Wen asked, "How are you feeling lately? Are you feeling more relaxed?"

Jiang Wan Quhan was silent for a moment.