Every World is Collapsing [Quick Wear] ━ Vol.1

World Follow-up

"According to the latest news received by this station, a sewer pipeline explosion occurred at 12:30 noon today at an antique store near Mingyu Road due to long-term disrepair of the pipeline. This incident caused one person to be seriously injured and dozens of others to be slightly injured... "

In the crowded noodle shop during the peak meal period, an old-fashioned TV set in the corner was buzzing, and at the same time, the host in formal attire was broadcasting the noon news as usual.

A middle-aged man dressed as a migrant worker who finally managed to grab a seat slurped the noodles in his bowl. He looked at the news and said inarticulately: "In the past two years, natural gas has been flowing here every three days. There were leaks and explosions, and the sewers there were in disrepair and exploded, as if the natural gas, sewers, and old and disrepaired electric wires were all scheduled."

After drinking a bowl of noodle soup from the soup bowl, the man let out a big sigh of relief, turned his head to the man beside him who was immersed in his meal and joked: "Brother, do you think these frequent explosions are some kind of scary thing?" Attack."

The man beside him, who was eating his meal with his head down, paused for a moment, and then he heard a voice like a spring breeze saying: "Maybe it was a monster attack."

The man was stunned by his words, and then he immediately burst into laughter. He laughed and said: "Brother, why didn't you say that aliens are going to occupy the earth, you monster, hahaha, I was laughing so hard. "

Listening to the hearty laughter of the man beside him, the man didn't say another word. However, vaguely, he kept looking down at his facial features, and the corners of his mouth seemed to rise in an undetectable arc.

"The clear soup noodles you packed." At this moment, a waitress from the noodle shop came quickly and placed the packed food in the hand of the man who had been hanging his head.

Seeing the packed food at hand, the man stopped eating and put his chopsticks aside.

A simple and extraordinary action, he performed, but it was incompatible with the noise around him.

And that kind of elegance that has been settled in the bones for a long time instantly makes people feel that where he is now is not a small noodle shop that can be seen on the street, but a high-end restaurant in the upper class with lightly smoked champagne.

The man raised his head, slightly bent his smiling eyes and said to the waitress beside him: "Thank you."

Facing the other party's crooked smile, the waitress's face immediately turned red, and she said shyly: "No... no... you're welcome, this is... what I should do."

After she finished speaking, she saw the man placing the packed food on the side of the wheelchair beneath her, and immediately said: "I...I'll help you."

"Thank you." Thank you with a polite yet friendly smile for the second time.

"You're welcome."

When the man next to him saw this, he couldn't help but murmured in a low voice: "Damn, I've been eating noodles here for almost four years, and Miss Fang has never been so polite to me. She's so good-looking that she gets special treatment." ."

When the girl surnamed Fang heard the muttering of the man next to her, her face turned red at first, and then she reflexively glanced at the man in the wheelchair. Seeing that his smile remained unchanged, as if he hadn't noticed the muttering of the man just now, she immediately became confused. He glared at the man with a warning look.

Carefully pushing the wheelchair out, the young girl surnamed Fang looked at the man with a gentle face. Considering his current appearance, she couldn't hold back her words and said: "Mr.'s legs are..."