"Thump~ Thump~ Thump~"
Having emptied the ager contents of my stomach and guzzled several gulps of mineral water, the sudden and intense nausea finally lessened a tad.
But the unexplained fatigue and dizziness in my brain persisted, reminding ng Lang that sothing was definitely off with his body.
"So... what’s going on here?" Yan Weiwei looked askance at ng Lang.
"Erm... would you believe if I said I get carsick?"
Yan Weiwei widened her eyes in disbelief, her face saying, "You’re kidding ."
I’ve seen people get carsick and throw up, but to drive and make yourself puke...
Well, the world is wide, and there might be such a bird.
But who are you?
You are the "Mysterious Driving Master" who just toyed with a professional racer with god-like driving skills, almost as if you were a cat playing with a rat!
And now you’re telling you drove yourself to the point of throwing up?
Do a favor and explain how can you be super skilled at driving and then vomit afterwards?
What kind of cursed constitution is this?
Seeing Yan Weiwei’s expression, ng Lang could only helplessly rub his throbbing temples.
How should I explain?
That although I’m the kind who vomits after driving, it has nothing to do with carsickness, just the weakness that follows overexertion?
After waking up from that strange state, he felt both excited and sowhat afraid.
Although he didn’t understand what had happened to him, he had so vague guesses.
He might have "overclocked" himself by accident while "tuning in" with his brother...
And his current pitiful state was probably the so-called low-level gar’s drawback from forcibly using a high-tier skill...
But what he couldn’t figure out was how the advanced "overclocking" skill suddenly appeared in his personal skill set?
Logically, the "overclocking" state that stimulates the nervous system to beco more active is a temporary Buff obtained through the use of "ngpo Soup," a neurostimulant.
But he hadn’t taken any such drug and yet experienced a similar effect...
There was only one possibility, that his brother, due to long-term use of the drug, had developed so kind of bodily mory.
And this bodily mory was copied over to his own body through the tuning of the senses, coincidentally unlocking so limit in his brain?
Many people might have had a similar experience; when extrely focused on sothing, the brain becos overly active, leading to the illusion that ti outside speeds up.
That’s why ti flies when you’re playing gas...
ng Lang himself had an experience like this.
Back in middle school, he liked to play badminton. Once, a classmate shot a body smash at him, and he instinctively dodged, concentrating all his attention on the shuttlecock.
Then he felt the world growing dim and the flight of the shuttlecock slowed down.
For a while, he thought he had developed superpowers and was about to beco the next "Super ng" after "Super Dan."
But no matter how he tried afterward, he was never able to enter that magical "flow state" again.
Now, however, he seed to have found a way to activate it at will...
And the key is, the biggest side effect was being borne by his brother.
Does this count as a blessing in disguise?
But... to send soone else to their doom while reaping the benefits for myself?
It makes one feel quite embarrassed.
ng Lang could only be grateful for it.
Life is limited, but serving the people is limitless.
There are those who dedicate their finite lives to the infinite service of the people...
(ng Lang: "...")
As for the fear that ca after the excitent, it was the natural fear of the unknown that is part of human psychology.
ng Lang now knew that activating such advanced skills likely ca at the cost of straining his body.
If it was a temporary expenditure, it might be fine, but if it caused permanent damage, then he would truly be in trouble.
After all, it’s common knowledge that overloading equipnt affects its lifespan.
To risk even a day’s lifespan for a re million, ng Lang felt like it was a bad deal.
Moreover, this was dealing with the human brain, a truthfully forbidden area. A small mistake could leave him in a vegetative state, effectively breaking himself by his own hand.
He resolved that until the "brothers" proved the safety of this skill, it would be wiser for him to remain an ordinary person.
After experiencing the sensation of moving from single to dual-core, seemingly having everything under control, ng Lang was acutely aware.
Even if he could resist, surely so of his brothers would be tempted to taste the "forbidden fruit."
Not because the brothers aren’t afraid of dying but precisely because they are, they might take a desperate gamble.
"Rabies" was a sample for "madness" research, could "brain overclocking" not beco the nesis to Alzheir’s disease?
Bear in mind, "ngpo Soup" was originally developed for curing Alzheir’s disease.
Furthermore, if "brain overclocking" could be used without side effects, it would truly equip the "ng Army" with wings to soar.
Looking at it this way...
"Naihe Bridge Project 2.0" seems unavoidable now...
"Co on, let’s switch seats."
"What for?" Yan Weiwei was still clueless and hadn’t caught on.
"I’m like this right now, how can I drive? Besides, I don’t have a driver’s license!" ng Lang rolled his eyes.
Yan Weiwei: "..."
Do you even feel embarrassed saying that?
A driving god who throws up after driving and doesn’t have a driver’s license?
Don’t you have a misconception about "contrast moe"?!
"Hey! Slow down, I’m feeling dizzy."
Weiwei: "..."
...
By the ti the two of them returned to the residential complex, it was already 10:30 at night.
As they just entered the building, they saw the elevator doors slowly closing.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute!" Weiwei hurriedly jogged a few steps and pressed the up button.
The elevator doors slowly reopened, and then... revealed a surprised Haitang inside.
Haitang was dressed in professional attire, with a bag slung over her shoulder, and she was holding her glasses that she had just taken off.
The three of them looked at each other for a mont.
"Uh... Haitang, you just got back?"
For so reason, Weiwei felt a little guilty, and she sheepishly smiled as she entered the elevator.
"Yeah! I had a case today and had to stay a little late at work. What are you guys...?"
"Oh! There was a race tonight in a car enthusiast group I’m a part of, and the group leader was impressed with Xiao ngzi’s driving skills, so I invited him to help out with the race. You have no idea how deep this guy can hide!"
Weiwei still felt excitent on her face just thinking about the thrilling race earlier.
"Racing?" Haitang was startled for a mont.
Wasn’t he studying for his driving test?
She had never heard about him having this skill.
But then again, which spy doesn’t have good driving skills? Haitang instantly filled in ng Lang’s "skill tree" with various 007 scenarios in her mind.
However...
Looking at ng Lang, who appeared weak, pale-faced, struggling to move his legs, his gait unsteady with trembling legs, and who took an awfully long ti to shuffle into the elevator.
Haitang wore an extraordinarily odd expression on her face.
She pointed at ng Lang and said to Weiwei, "Driving... drove him to this condition?"
"Er..." Weiwei found herself at a loss for words.
"I ntioned he gets car sick, would you believe that? Hey, hurry up and explain!" Weiwei glared at ng Lang.
ng Lang nodded helplessly, "Yeah! I really do get car sick."
Haitang: "..."
The elevator ascended slowly, and the atmosphere inside sohow beca quite strange.
Until...
"Gurgle~gurgle gurgle~gurgle gurgle gurgle~"
The two won gave ng Lang an odd look.
ng Lang awkwardly smiled, "Er... I’m a bit hungry."
It was proven that another downside of a low-level player using advanced skills was
that the energy bar... got drained.
...
"Here."
Looking at the steaming bowl of noodles in front of him, with a fried egg cooked to a golden hue floating on top, ng Lang imdiately started wolfing down the food with his chopsticks.
Even though it was just an ordinary bowl of egg noodles, it was exceptionally delicious, and with a sprinkle of chili, the seasoning was just right, everything prepared precisely to ng Lang’s taste.
"Another bowl, please, and thank you!"
"Whew~ Satisfied!"
After eating three bowls in a row, ng Lang finally felt the hunger in his stomach subsided, and he couldn’t help but pat his belly and sigh.
Happiness is having soone to cook for you when you’re hungry in the middle of the night...
"What happened? Didn’t you have dinner?" Haitang took off her apron, looking at ng Lang with a perplexed expression.
Xiao Yu was already asleep, Weiwei had gone to shower upon returning, and only the two of them were left in the kitchen.
"Yeah, I was just picking up Xiao Yu from school when Weiwei blocked ," ng Lang said helplessly, spreading his hands.
The little he had eaten earlier he had almost completely thrown up.
"Mmm... Did you really go racing?"
"Yes, what’s the point of lying to you?"
"You can get this tired from driving?"
"Sigh! It’s a long story, there was a little technical issue in the middle."
"Okay then, about this afternoon’s incident..." Haitang contemplated for a bit but decided to explain.
"Han Li was also present today, and seeing you with Chairman Gao, I was afraid she might get so wrong ideas, so I had no choice but to pretend I didn’t know you."
ng Lang was taken aback for a mont, so that’s what it was.
Han Li, the colleague from the law firm implicated in theft of secrets, right...
He smiled and said, "Yeah, I wanted to talk about that too. I went to see Gao Yuan this afternoon for business, and I was worried you might misunderstand."
"What’s there for to misunderstand?"
"Er... nothing, by the way, that Han Li, don’t you have evidence of her espionage? Why is she still at your law firm?"
"Although Han Li can be ruthless in her thods, she also cos from a humble background, and I know she’s worked hard to get where she is today.
If I handed over the evidence, it would basically ruin her life.
I think, despite her wrongdoing, such a punishnt would be too cruel, and she doesn’t deserve that."
ng Lang was montarily stunned, looking at Haitang before him, he couldn’t help feeling a touch of admiration.
This person... is truly kind-hearted.
Seeing Haitang stand up to start clearing the tableware, he quickly got up, "Let do it."
"There’s no need, you’re tired too, go get so rest," she said.
ng Lang watched the graceful back moving around the kitchen and cleaning the dishes, his mind inexplicably went blank for a mont.
It was as if he’d seen this scene before...
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