harleyscars Chapter 532 I'll give you 3 more minutes
Chapter 532 I'll give you 3 more minutes
Su Wan's body trembled, her steps suddenly stopped, and her face instantly turned as red as blood.
But unexpectedly, she didn't get angry, didn't turn around, and didn't utter a single question.
They just walked straight away.
Only after watching Su Wan's figure completely disappear through the door did Derek snap out of his daze. He quickly stepped forward and slammed the door shut.
He turned to look at Lin Feng, his tone full of admiration: "Brother Feng, you're awesome! I'm truly impressed by that!"
Wasim, standing to the side, quietly offered a reminder:
"Friendly reminder: Do not imitate this, it could be fatal!"
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At the same time, in dormitory 09.
The moment the dormitory door was pushed open, the four people in the room simultaneously stopped what they were doing.
Su Wan stood at the door, her gaze quickly sweeping across the room: "Routine inspection."
Hideto Kuroki had just finished showering and was drying his wet hair.
The strong, rotten smell on my body had mostly faded, replaced by the faint scent of cheap soap.
Upon seeing Su Wan's sudden visit, he quickly hung up the towel.
Santos, the physical education teacher who was doing push-ups in the middle of the room, quickly jumped up from the ground, grabbed the T-shirt draped over his head from the upper bunk, and stood to the side with his hands hanging down.
Audrey was sitting cross-legged on the upper bunk, listening with great interest to Park Chang-ho talk about the shiny racing bicycles in South Korea, his eyes filled with childlike longing.
When Su Wan pushed the door open and came in, he immediately slid down from the top bunk and stood by the bed with his hands hanging down.
His tall body was slightly hunched, like a wild beast that had been tamed but not yet fully tamed.
Then his gaze inadvertently fell on the ground.
The fluorescent lights in the room were humming, and the ceiling lights in the hallway were also on—two light sources, one in front of the other.
Two faint shadows were behind Park Chang-ho, and two intersecting dark marks were also at Kuroki Hideto's feet.
But Su Wan's shadow... there was only one.
She stood between two light sources, casting two shadows, one deep and one shallow, one long and one short, which should have been sandwiched between her and the light source.
But at her feet was only a thin, dark shadow, pointing diagonally out the door.
What's even more unsettling is that the lone shadow didn't move.
Su Wan's shoulders rose and fell slightly with her breathing, and her hair swayed gently in the breeze, but her shadow on the ground remained motionless, like a black iron nail driven into the floor, firmly fixed there.
Just as Audrey was about to speak, Hideto Kuroki immediately stepped forward and pinched his arm hard—signaling him to keep quiet, as everyone had seen it!
Then, Hideto Kuroki took the key out of his pocket, held it in his right palm, and smiled at Su Wan:
"Section Chief Su, you're still patrolling so late. You must be very tired."
Su Wan didn't speak.
Dormitory rule 4: You have to make the fake Su Wan's shock level reach 60 or higher before you can make her leave on her own.
Kuroki Hidetoshi was on edge, his mind racing.
You're so dense! Think already!
Suddenly—ding—it's there.
"Section Chief Su," Kuroki Hideto suddenly lowered his voice and leaned closer, feigning mystery, "There's something I've been wanting to tell you."
Su Wan's gaze fell on his face.
"When I was in Japan... specifically, at that all-way intersection in Shibuya, I saw someone."
Hideto Kuroki spoke with great seriousness, as if he were announcing a major discovery.
"A woman who looks exactly like you, even the way she walks and the tone of her voice are exactly the same."
"She asked me for directions, which left a deep impression on me."
He paused for a moment, looking into Su Wan's eyes.
"I was wondering... could it be your long-lost twin sister, Section Chief Su?"
Su Wan tilted her head.
An expression appeared on her face—
It wasn't shock, nor confusion, but a pure, unadulterated bewilderment.
His eyebrows were slightly raised, the corners of his mouth were slightly downturned, and his eyes were a little wider than usual.
Kuroki Hideto stared at her face, his heart sinking deeper and deeper.
In his view, Su Wan's level of shock remained unchanged.
Still zero!!
Park Chang-ho stood diagonally behind him, silently watching all of this.
He had lost his left ear, so he tied a shoelace to the temple of his glasses and put it on his head to keep it in place, which looked somewhat comical.
But his gaze never left Su Wan's face—
He was reading her micro-expressions, her posture, and every subtle movement of her eyes.
He then realized that Hidetoshi Kuroki's plan had failed.
It's not that I'm not smart enough, it's that I'm going in the wrong direction.
Park Chang-ho didn't say anything, but secretly reached out and gently scratched the hand that Kuroki Hideto was holding the key.
Meaning: Give me the key.
Without hesitating for long, Hidetoshi Kuroki placed the key into Changho Park's hand.
Park Chang-ho took a deep breath and then moved.
There were no warning signs, no prelude.
He suddenly spread his legs apart, knees slightly bent, right hand raised high as if holding an invisible whip, left hand resting lightly in front of him—
The standard starting pose for the Gangnam Style dance.
"Oppan Gangnam style——"
He sang it.
When the sound exploded from his throat, Audrey was so frightened that he shrank back half a body.
Park Chang-ho's dance moves are extremely exaggerated, to the point that it seems like he's deliberately making himself look ugly.
He raised his legs alternately, his knees almost hitting his chest.
He held the invisible whip in his right hand, and with each flick, his body twisted violently.
His hips swayed from side to side at an almost frantic frequency, with such a large amplitude that one might worry his lumbar spine would break at any moment.
Hideto Kuroki was stunned.
Santos almost dropped his chin.
Audrey's eyes were wide open like two billiard balls, and his mouth was agape, as if he'd forgotten to close it.
Su Wan was also taken aback for a moment.
In Park Chang-ho's field of vision, the shock value fluctuated before settling at 15.
Then there is no more then.
Su Wan's expression quickly returned to normal, and she became that expressionless wall again.
It's 15 PM, 45 points away from 60.
That concludes this method.
Park Chang-ho slowly stopped moving.
The singing stopped, the dancing stopped, and sweat dripped from his chin onto the floor with a soft pattering sound.
Su Wan looked at him and lightly scoffed, "Boring!"
Then her gaze swept across the four people's faces, and she glanced at her watch: "Three minutes."
"What?" Santos didn't react.
Su Wan: "I'll give you three more minutes."
—That means if my shock level doesn't reach 60 points within three minutes, I'm going to lose it.
Audrey took a deep breath and nudged Park Chang-ho's arm.
He wanted to remain inconspicuous, but he had no choice; if he didn't make it in three minutes, he would be doomed.
Now we have no choice but to try anything, even if it seems hopeless.
Park Chang-ho glanced at Kuroki Hideto and Santos, both of whom had furrowed brows, clearly unable to come up with any good ideas, before handing the key to Odbiao...