I Am A Prodigy Chapter 142
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Ye Lingchen was slightly stunned when he saw the two children. He smiled and said, "Yeah, I am Superman."
"Big Brother Superman, then...are you here to save us?" The little boy looked at Ye Lingchen with a face full of hope.
"Mm, I am!"
Ye Lingchen's felt an astringent feeling in his eyes. He took out the two wet towels he had prepared and gave them to the two children. "Be obedient and listen to me. Cover your mouth and nose with these two towels."
The two children were clever. They stopped crying and covered their faces with towels.
Ye Lingchen then took off his coat and tied the two children to his back and chest.
The people downstairs could not see what exactly Ye Lingchen was doing. They had no choice but to anxiously remain on the sidelines.
Only then did they realize something: even if Ye Lingchen was able to go up, it would be impossible for him to save them! There was no avenue for him to make a retreat!
The doors had long been surrounded by fire and the only way was to jump from the window!
Moreover, the air conditioner's condenser unit had already been trampled by him. There was no place for him to set foot, let alone the two children.
Exhale, exhale, exhale!
By then, the sea of fire was getting bigger and bigger. The flames had broken through the walls and were starting to enter the room. The walls were turning red and the room was already beginning to resemble an oven. It was extremely hot and it might burn down at any time.
[Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t! How could this be?!]
[This is a dead-end! He got himself trapped.]
[God, you're playing a sick joke, aren't you? Stop it, please don't do it!]
[They must survive, they will survive!]
...
Ye Lingchen's figure finally appeared again, carrying both children at once, amidst the cheers from the spectators below.
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"He's..."
Everyone was stunned. Countless eyes and camera lenses were aimed at Ye Lingchen.
Could he be preparing to jump off?
At the next moment, Ye Lingchen seemed to confirm their guesses.
He supported the window sill with both hands and hung down. It was an extremely dangerous position. If his hands so much as slipped slightly, his entire body would fall.
"Don't be afraid. Whatever happens, don't look down. Be good kids and close your eyes. Count to fifteen, and you'll be able to return to your parents," Ye Lingchen reassured the two children.
"Mm. We have Big Brother Superman here, so we're not afraid." Both children closed their eyes.
Ye Lingchen inhaled deeply and held his breath. He then let go of his grip and was falling vertically down!
"Ah! What is he doing? Why did he let go!" Frightened screams pierced the sky. Many people could not help but close their eyes and were afraid to look.
At that very moment, however, Ye Lingchen's formed his hand into a hook-shape and accurately caught on to the lower floor's windowsill!
Did he...manage to get a grip?!
"F*ck... Oh f*ck! He's amazing!"
"I'm not dreaming, am I? Is this even possible for a human?"
"Superhero! He's China's superhero! He's much more awesome than superheroes from other countries!"
"Keep quiet everyone. Just let me kneel and watch quietly."
The windowsills on each floor of the building were arranged vertically with no obstacles in between them.
Ye Lingchen followed the same pattern as before—his loosened his grip and fell straight downward again!
Reaching the 14th floor, he grabbed the windowsill again!
It was the same with the 13th floor, the 12th floor, the 11th floor...
The speed with which he descended was becoming faster and faster. After fifteen seconds, he managed to land safely!
So handsome, so cool, so amazing!
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Everyone's brain went blank at this moment. They looked at Ye Lingchen in shock and speechlessness.
"It's fine now. Go back to your mother." Ye Lingchen asked the two children to open their eyes and said with a smile.
He was not prepared to stay long. Before everyone had snapped back to their senses, he walked straight out of the crowd.
[666666, I didn't think that such a method of descending a building existed. It's literally like a dream.]
[No, I must be dreaming. Can someone slap me twice and wake me up!]
[My mom just asked me why I was kneeling on the ground. I said I was watching Superman.]
[Host, what are you still doing, hurry up and go after him!]
[Yes, stupid host! Chop, chop!]
The barrage of comments in the live broadcast room immediately jolted Little Min1 back to her senses. She snapped back at once and chased after Ye Lingchen.
"Hey, please wait! May I ask, can you show me who you are?" Little Min looked up eagerly at Ye Lingchen.
"What do you think?" Ye Lingchen smiled and tightened the towel on his face.
"Then, can you tell me your name?" Little Min continued to ask.
"My name? You probably already heard it before. My name is Y."
"You really are Superman Y?!" Little Min's pupil suddenly widened. Excited beyond compare, she said enthusiastically, "You have always been my idol!"
Ye Lingchen nodded casually and began to leave.
"Superman Y, this is my live stream. They are all your fans. Can you say a few more words?" Little Min gritted her teeth and asked him anxiously.
Ye Lingchen halted his footsteps for a moment. He was briefly silent before speaking to the camera: "Actor Y is good. He has real skills!"
Leaving her with that succinct sentence, he subsequently made a speedy exit.
He was so fast that he disappeared into the street in an instant.
The group of passers-by wanted to go after him, but Ye Lingchen was nowhere to be found.
The two parents hugged their children tightly, with their tears flowing.
"Mommy, daddy, why are you crying? Don't cry, we met Big Brother Superman." The little boy said coquettishly, "Big Brother Superman said that those who cry are not good kids."
"Mommy's really happy." The child's mother was crying and smiling. "You mustn't forget Big Brother Superman alright? You must always be grateful. Do you understand?"
"Mmhmm. I want to be like Big Brother Superman and became a big hero too!" The little boy nodded solemnly.
[Like seeing a mystical dragon's head but not its tail, he's the same!]
[Idol! I can't believe I was so close to my idol! Sob, sob, I can't take it, I'm crying!]
[Superman Y, he finally appeared! I knew Superman existed!]
[He brushes everything off; he seeks to hide his accomplishments and name. Such is his persona, a man of character!]
The incident went viral at an almost unprecedented speed. Within ten minutes, Weibo's trending topics, Tencent's push news, and even news browsers were all reporting it madly.
It even reached Capital's news channels!
In addition to viewing the fire as a cause for caution, the most talked about topic was Superman Y!
People sang praises of both his strength and his act of stepping up to the occasion.
In that short time, many young people aspired to be Superman Y—he was China's own Superman!
It is believed that this person is the same individual as Little Ya from the previous chapter (141) and the next chapter (143).
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