Infinite Flow: Becoming a God in a Nightmare Game

Chapter 148 Accepting Everything

Of all living beings, only you have the right to see my vulnerability.

At that time, the band-aids and milk on Cheng Cuo's table were put there by Yu Hansheng at the request of her cousin Yu Meng.

This time, however, the experience with Cheng Cuo was slightly different.

Cheng Cuo discovered that Yu Mengfang had placed the milk there, leading him to mistakenly believe that she had put it in his desk every time.

I drink milk almost every morning.

Including that time when another boy got into a fight with Cheng Cuo, it was Yu Hansheng who handled it.

After entering high school, Yu Hansheng's height increased to 1.8 meters, making him much taller than many of his peers.

Cheng Cuo was quite jealous at the time.

On a dimly lit street corner.

The boy standing against the wall was tall and wearing school uniform pants.

Against the dazzling blue and white background, the school uniform jacket was zipped up, revealing a simple T-shirt underneath with the sleeves slightly rolled up.

One section of his wrist was exposed, his ten fingers long and slender with distinct knuckles.

At this moment, he was holding a black crowbar tightly in his hand, so white it was dazzling.

Cheng Cuo watched in his spirit form as Yu Hansheng beat up the boy for him.

When he arrived at the person he was looking for, Yu Hansheng's eyes sharpened.

The boy was startled by Yu Hansheng's sudden appearance and cursed.

"Damn, what bad luck! Not only did I get beaten up by Cheng Cuo today, but I also got a fright."

Yu Hansheng approached the boy step by step, her breath pressing down on him.

Before the boy could make a move, Yu Hansheng swung the crowbar in her hand and struck him hard.

With a dull thud, the boy's head was instantly ruptured and blood flowed down his forehead, staining his cheeks red.

Perhaps because it was his first time hitting someone, he didn't know his own strength and knocked the boy unconscious.

Yu Hansheng nudged him, then crouched down to check his breathing. The boy suddenly opened his eyes.

He carried a knife and stabbed straight at Yu Hansheng. Cheng Cuo tried to block it for him, but it was no use.

Caught off guard, Yu Hansheng was plunged into the stomach by a fruit knife.

His hand holding the crowbar began to tremble slightly, and his breathing became rapid.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and a tense atmosphere; everything around seemed to have frozen in time.

After being stabbed, the boy covered his bleeding forehead and ran away.

"Yu Hansheng, you're so stupid."

"That guy is an idiot too."

Cheng Cuo cursed as he observed Yu Hansheng's condition. Fortunately, the knife avoided vital areas, preventing his death.

Yu Hansheng clutched his stomach, his hand groping for something in his pocket.

Cold sweat gradually appeared on my forehead, making it damp.

His long, fine eyelashes trembled slightly, and his brows furrowed, revealing the pain between them.

Yu Hansheng shakily pulled the medicine bottle out of his pocket and opened the cap with trembling fingers.

However, due to nervousness and trembling hands, he lost his grip and the mints in the bottle spilled onto the dirty ground like a string of silver beads.

Yu Hansheng was secretly annoyed, but there was nothing he could do.

He lowered his head slightly, his fragile back bent, and with trembling hands picked up the scattered mints one by one.

He picked up the mints and stuffed them, along with the dust and dirt, into his mouth.

Yu Hansheng didn't care about anything else.

He chewed quickly, trying to calm himself down.

But the minty taste in his mouth was mixed with the bitterness of the soil, which made him even more anxious and uneasy.

Yu Hansheng gripped the medicine bottle tightly, her eyes slightly moist, her voice so low it was almost a whisper.

"No, I can't die yet, I still have to see Cheng Cuo one last time..."

He stood up and took a deep breath.

The fruit knife was pulled out by force, and the wound miraculously healed.

Yu Hansheng twitched the corners of his mouth, the taste of the mint gradually fading in his mouth.

That frail figure quickly disappeared at the end of the street.

Yu Hansheng went home as if nothing had happened.

As soon as he got home, he went to the man's study.

The man was taking a nap in his chair when he heard the sound. He slowly opened his eyes and gave Yu Hansheng a cold look.

"Xiao Sheng, is something the matter?"

Yu Hansheng lowered his eyes slightly, his fingers gripping the doorknob tightly.

"I want you to help me deal with someone."

The man looked at Yu Hansheng in surprise; he had never asked him for help before.

Today, it's rare to see his son bowing to him.

The man readily agreed to Yu Hansheng's request for such a small matter.

Moreover, it was done quickly and discreetly, and the boy transferred schools the very next day.

Cheng Cuo circled around Yu Hansheng, since he couldn't see him anyway.

Why is Yu Hansheng so good to him? Just because he took care of that cat for him?

However, Cheng Cuo hoped that Yu Hansheng could like him as much as he liked him, and that he would not let her get hurt again.

However, the story took a rather magical turn afterward.

After learning that Yu Meng had given him love letters and shown concern for him, Cheng Cuo began to pay attention to Yu Meng as well.

In the end, Cheng Cuo actually married Yu Meng, and Yu Hansheng even gave him his sincere blessings.

Cheng Cuo paused in his circling around Yu Hansheng, his expression indescribable.

Has Yu Hansheng lost his mind? He's increasingly confused by this development.

After Cheng Cuo and Yu Meng got married, Yu Hansheng's career also entered a period of growth.

At this moment, he had his eyes closed, and the makeup artist beside him was applying makeup to him.

In a moment, Yu Hansheng will be interviewed by reporters.

Cheng Cuo rested his chin on his hand and admired Yu Hansheng's stunning good looks for a while.

In fact, Yu Hansheng doesn't need makeup; she can win the hearts of many young girls even without it.

Cheng Cuo looked at himself in the mirror again, put his hands on his hips, tossed his hair, shook his head and clicked his tongue.

"Tsk tsk tsk, but compared to Yu Hansheng, I am still better."

After saying that, he started circling around Yu Hansheng again, feeling bored because he couldn't touch the actual object.

"Stop it for a minute, you're making my head spin."

These words, spoken so casually, startled Cheng Cuo, causing him to freeze for a moment.

However, since Yu Hansheng could see his words, Cheng Cuo's mind raced and a wicked idea came to him.

He pointed his finger at Yu Hansheng's waist, but it was easily stopped.

"Don't make trouble."

Yu Hansheng's voice was deep and magnetic, with an upward-sweeping ending that resembled a hook.

Cheng Cuo touched his nose, trying to hide his unease.

How come I never noticed before that Yu Hansheng's voice is so beautiful?

Yu Hansheng just talked to the air like that, and the makeup artist didn't notice anything wrong.

After finishing her makeup, Yu Hansheng sent everyone away.

Only the two of them remained in the dressing room.

Cheng Cuo, sitting at the dressing table, broke the silence first, "Why didn't you say so sooner that you could see me?"

"I just saw it, sorry."

"Then do you know who I am?"

"Cheng Cuo".

Cheng Cuo looked up at him in a daze, then stopped talking.

Yu Hansheng didn't say anything more, straightened his collar, and strode out the door.

Cheng Cuo glanced at the clock; it was almost time for the interview.

Yu Hansheng, dressed neatly, sat on the sofa prepared by the officials.

A host sat on the other side, holding a prepared script, and asked the question.

"Excuse me, Mr. Yu, why did you choose to become a singer?"

Not only were his fans looking forward to his answer, but Cheng Cuo was also watching him expectantly.

Yu Hansheng's thin lips curled up slightly, revealing a lazy smile.

"My initial motivation for becoming a singer was because of one person."

"I want to become more outstanding and more dazzling, so that the people who like me can notice me at all times."

“I’m no longer seventeen or eighteen years old. Back then, I was insecure and timid, and I didn’t dare to ask for too much. I just hoped that he would be happier than me.”

The host pressed his advantage and continued asking questions.

"So, did the person you're thinking of come to the event?"

Yu Hansheng pressed his index finger to his lips and smiled beautifully.

"Shh, don't scare him."

"Therefore, we cannot disclose this information at this time."

The audience erupted in enthusiastic screams, all wondering who Yu Hansheng liked.

Cheng Cuo fiddled with his fingers, but his heart still skipped a beat.

His heart ached and throbbed, and he couldn't help but cover his face.

Yu Hansheng, tell me everything you don't know about me.

Let me get to know you better—your vulnerable self, your flamboyant self, your contradictory self, your sensitive self, your daydreaming self, and your flawed self.

All I want is to have you, who truly exists, and for every single moment to belong to me.

Please show me your dark and vulnerable side.

I accept everything.