《Languor || Zhong Chenle》Designer
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I arrived at my studio apartement.
The breeze enters my room from my window. It tickles my hair that winged across my tired face.
I lay my body on my matress. The teacher that demanded me to catch that Chenle boy eventually apologized before school ended.
None of what happened affected me except the fact that my body hurts right now.
Not cool.
I sit on my desk in the corner of the room where i spent so much time on. I rolled out a big sheet of paper.
This sheet of paper is an American patent of a thermobaric explosive that i tweaked here and there to diminish the oxygen usage.
Nothing much but i managed to make the bomb more efficient.
And for a weapon? That is a big win.
I scroll my phone to find news popping here and there with something in common. A word Zhong in every one of their title.
Apparently there seems to be rumors about the company named Zhong to be handled by a group of mafia.
I must say though, it sounded like a sitcom.
"Damn," i said to myself.
They really are a famous one.
I am done with weeks worth of the explosive design.
"To the dark web it goes."
I scanned the finished result and crop it in half to prevent plagiarism even though what i did isn't completely legal.
What would be the best name for it to be searched?
Something to do with Zhong Company?
Oh, yeah. Since so much people are searching for their name anyway.
Hours flew by escorted by the sunset. I just want to lay down on my bed to soothe my body.
Sadly, the fate turned it's back to me.
My phone rang. An unknown number had called me. A notification caught my eyes before answering the calls. An unknown number had messaged me.
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"Your explosive design post had been taken down due..."
I brushed it off and answered the call.
(Caller : italic)
"Hello?"
"Good evening ma'am."
"Good evening...?" I said, hesistant to say more.
"You have been trying to bring danger to Zhong Company, is that right?"
My heart sank deep. Did someone from the Zhong Company saw my post? But its only been a few hours.
"I don't get what you were saying sir," i said, trying to sound calm.
"Shut up and get her to me!" a rough voice that sounded like it was behind the caller snapped.
The call ended.
Huh.
I swear i think i have heard that voice.
Strange.
I continued my night to sleep soundly in my bed.
The sound of my alarm went off to wake me. I quickly walk to the bathroom.
I streched out my arms as i walk outside my dorm room.
An astringent smell holed my nose. My eyes began to blur. I tried to scream but failed due to a numb feeling in my mouth.
Soon, everything went silent.
My body is unconscious.
I can hear a slight ambience. But it feels so far away.
My body had submerged in an ocean of numbness. Failing to stay in touch with my senses.
A cold sensation rushed through my body, making my eyes twitch at the sudden trigger.
I open my eyes to see a boy with orange hair.
Chenle.
me and chenle said at the same time. Shocked to see each other's presence.
Note : bear with me guys, this book is gonna be escalating real fast by the time you reach two or three more chapters
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