Everyday, Boss Is Pretending To Be Weak-Chapter 1.1 - Cake is really delicious (1)

Chapter 1.1 Cake is really delicious (1)

Jing City’s Number 1 Hospital Top Priority Ward

He Zhou leaned on the hospital bed, playing WeChat on his phone in a jumpy manner. Rays coming from the window lit up the devoted-looking side profile expressing tranquility like a clear and elegant picture.

Steward Song Cheng sighed in his heart. If the Young Master had been this clever and quiet before, the family heads wouldn’t have been disappointed.

He walked to the front of the bed, his respectful gaze carrying a bit of kindness, “Young Master, it’s time to check out of the hospital.”

He Zhou heard this and immediately hid his phone. He raised his head and gave a small smile to Song Cheng before standing up. “Thank you, Uncle Shu.”

Manners were still manners, but in the end, there was still a sense of alienation.

Song Cheng gave another sigh in his heart. Ever since the Young Master woke up, he was like an entirely different person, but since he had almost experienced death, it would be normal for the Young Master to have a slight change. When the family heads see this Young Master, they would definitely feel comforted.

He Zhou wore a white T-shirt and light colored denim jeans. He stood at the entrance of the hospital looking at the wide road crowded with streams of people and traffic and only felt that destiny was truly wonderful and fickle.

He was originally the young sect leader of the Shen Yan sect from the Other World, having been unusually gifted from a young age, setting a model example to people his age of the path of Gu Wu 1 martial skills, but he had always kept a secret, a secret he had never disclosed to anyone else — every night, he would always see a different world in his dreamscape.

To be more specific, every night, in his dreamland, he was always a spectator to someone else’s life, and that person is the one whose body he was occupying now, he was also called He Zhou. He didn’t know why this happened but he was still unflustered, and as the leader of the Shen Yan sect, he wouldn’t discuss these kinds of matters with anybody and could only fall asleep every night watching this body do incomprehensible things in this strange world which made him feel distress.

For instance, the night before the Shen Yan Sect met calamity, he self-exploded his own dantian to protect the sect people and perished together with the enemies, he saw this person racing with another on a curved hill and in the end, he got into an accident and slipped into a vegetative state.

What’s more miraculous was when he opened his eyes, he realised he was lying on a hospital bed and from the nurse’s words, he realized that this body had already been in a coma for 3 months.

“Young Master, please get on.” Song Cheng’s voice brought He Zhou out of his reverie.

He Zhou imitated what he had seen from the surroundings in his dream and stooped to sit at the back. Once the doors were closed, the driver started the engine and drove to the He Family’s residence.

He Zhou adjusted for a moment before leaning back on his seat, long eyelashes hung down, concealing the thoughts in his pupils before casually throwing out a question. “Uncle Song, what happened to the car I drove before the accident?”

Song Cheng who sat at the front passenger seat turned his head. “Young Master, when the accident happened, the car was damaged and was promptly sent to a scrapyard, is there a problem?”

He Zhou looked out the window and smiled. “It’s nothing, it’s just that I kind of miss it.”

It was definitely nothing of that sort, it seemed that that car was tampered by someone which was why that accident happened causing him to fall into a coma. However, it had been a few months since the accident happened, so that car was quickly disposed of by then.

Song Cheng fell silent for a moment before carefully advising. “Young Master, racing cars is very dangerous. You were lucky to escape death this time so wouldn’t it not be best to not play with cars anymore?”

He Zhou’s gaze met his caring eyes and he nodded. “Than you Uncle Shu, I won’t be reckless with my life anymore.”

Song Cheng immediately felt comforted, his greatly changing face broke into a smile. He had watched the Young Master grow up so to say he didn’t care was a huge impossibility. Even though the Young Master could not cultivate martial arts, the family heads had always placed his safety to heart, it was just that the Young Master did not understand.

At this time, a phone beeped. He Zhou took his out of his pocket and saw that someone had replied to him at the Gu Wu Web Forum.

This forum was played by the original owner of this body. Because the original owner couldn’t cultivate martial arts but always had a yearning to it, he registered an account and would take a peep at the screen everyday. After He Zhou awakened, he felt that the period of living in the hospital was really dull so he also went in to take a look and found that a lot of people were 吧台spouting nonsense. Although he didn’t like to poke his nose into other people’s businesses, but as the Young Master He on the path of Gu Wu, he couldn’t stand having sand in his eye and left a comment that pointed out their insufficiencies.

His handle “Add More Silver” had a low level so his words didn’t catch anyone’s attention but the “Supreme Martial Arts” he rebuked had become hopping mad, and was trying to provoke him. In any case, He Zhou was the young master of a sect and had already cultivated until the realm of Golden Core, even though it was impossible not to become attached to things, he had rarely gotten angry. Faced with the person’s relentless pursuit and strikes, he could only treat the other as an ignorant youth and happily scolded him some more.

However, the affair became more heated and “Supreme Martial Arts” had become more infuriated as he continued to leave angry comments, inciting passers-by to stop and look. He Zhou’s “Add More Silver” handle had also become a target of public criticism.

To be fair, the Other World’s path of Gu Wu was more profound than this world’s so He Zhou’s words were taken as complete nonsense and being criticised by these earnest people was normal.

Nevermind, since his words couldn’t get through then he would stop speaking.

He put his phone back in his pocket, leaned back and closed his eyes to take a rest when suddenly, the car came to a violent stop. He Zhou opened his eyes.