[ He rescues his bottle back from Wen Kexing while the man is setting up whatever nonsense he's got himself fixed on this time, absently drinking from it as he watches. The floating nut gets a flicker of interest but no real surprise. The glowing circle, on the other hand, earns something much sharper-- at least until every thought vanishes but the need to protect himself from flying shells.
It takes a heartbeat to fight down a much more vicious response, but it's clear rather immediately that the projectiles are harmless. Instead, his free hand comes up automatically to block his face, and Zhou Zishu can't help a momentary pang for his missing wider sleeves, which would do a better job of it.
Once the hail seems to have stopped, he lowers his arm again. And can't help huffing out a breath at the sight of the smile on the other man's face. ]
Senior, I think that's cheating. [ So mild a tone, so bland. And so easily ignoring the fact that no one set any rules in the first place. ]
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It takes a heartbeat to fight down a much more vicious response, but it's clear rather immediately that the projectiles are harmless. Instead, his free hand comes up automatically to block his face, and Zhou Zishu can't help a momentary pang for his missing wider sleeves, which would do a better job of it.
Once the hail seems to have stopped, he lowers his arm again. And can't help huffing out a breath at the sight of the smile on the other man's face. ]
Senior, I think that's cheating. [ So mild a tone, so bland. And so easily ignoring the fact that no one set any rules in the first place. ]