CHAPTER 1577: CHAPTER 1578: CHEN SUSU WHO DISOWNS HER KIN

Zhang San wasn’t dead, but he couldn’t move his limbs, and even his mouth was the same, only able to slightly move his teeth. This situation was better than being in a vegetative state, but for the victim, the pain that followed was far beyond that experienced by a vegetative person, because a vegetative person is asleep, while he is constantly conscious.

Now, apart from the killer’s appearance, there weren’t any other clues, not even the bicycle that someone said they saw before, which had vanished into thin air. The only thing known was that the bicycle was likely a Forever brand, because the witness happened to own one himself, so he knew.

Zhang San’s father, Zhang Shi, was arrested simultaneously when he received news of his son’s disability. The reason for his arrest was simple—serious commercial fraud, bribery, and hiring someone to commit murder.

In the end, Zhang Shi’s outcome was simple: life imprisonment.

Along with Zhang Shi, several other people involved in the case were also judged in court, but we won’t mention them here.

In China, amidst the nationwide campaign against corruption, Zhang Shi was merely a small fry among them, and his case was quickly forgotten by others. As for Zhang San, because all his father’s assets were confiscated and they couldn’t afford the expensive medical bills, his relatives applied to have him euthanized.

Zhang San himself did not oppose this, because living would only bring him more pain. At the moment when the injection was given, many images flashed gradually through Zhang San’s mind, one of which was you. Even at the last moments of his life, Zhang San had no hatred or anger towards you, because extreme terror even outweighed his fear of death.

Of course, you, as the creator, didn’t know any of this. After clearing the obstacles, you no longer dealt with Zhang San’s family, not because you didn’t want to, but because you simply didn’t have the time.

Because you were almost driven crazy by Chen Susu!

"Brother, can’t you stop being so stiff?"

"Oh, my dear brother, you’ve raised your tone too high!"

"Brother, you’re my real brother! I’m begging you, can’t you coordinate with Bai Shu a bit? You see, you’re ahead of him by nearly six beats! Honestly, I have no idea what you’re growing so big for!"

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Words like these bombarded you relentlessly, like a B52 Stratospheric Fortress Bomber conducting carpet bombing. The taste of it, tsk, tsk, tsk, it’s fortunate Chen Susu had already called you her adoptive brother; otherwise, who knows if you’d nail her to the wall!

At the end of the first day of rehearsal, you went home with a dark look on your face; the second day was slightly better, but you still said nothing.

Truthfully, you didn’t realize it, no one thought Chen Susu would be so unrelenting once she got serious!

Usually, she was incredibly nice to you, but once rehearsal started, she became a completely different person.

To give an example, before entering the rehearsal dance studio, Chen Susu would sweetly linger around you, finding any excuse to talk to you. Even when Yan Zisu stood by your side, she showed no hesitation. Anyway, she now bore the title of your adoptive sister, claiming, "He’s my brother, I cling to him, so what? Which brother isn’t his sister’s dream guy?" It silenced any doubts or opposition.

However, once inside the dance studio, especially when rehearsal began, Chen Susu could get into the zone within three seconds. Her demands for the whole musical were very strict, analyzing every detail to the fullest, striving to ensure all six people were fully into it.

Among the six, Bai Shu was impeccable, whether it was his voice, dance, or expressions—everything was very precise. Liu Yaoyao, though chubby, was very earnest in her learning and compensated for her weaknesses with hard work. Yan Zisu, no need for words, was simply a genius! She could learn anything in one go, even though she hadn’t started singing yet. Everyone knew Yan Zisu’s voice could tickle people, let alone singing.

As for Xiao Feng, don’t be fooled by how he usually seemed ordinary; this guy was naturally athletic, his dance steps accurate, moves in place, essentially meeting Chen Susu’s expectations.

After two and a half days of rehearsal, everyone had gotten into their roles and found ways to interpret their characters, except you!

"Well, everyone take a rest!"

The clock on the wall reached 11 o’clock, ending the morning rehearsal according to Chen Susu.

"Oh my, I’m dead tired." Xiao Feng lay directly on the ground, forming the shape of a big "T".

Bai Shu continued leisurely over to one side, picking up a bottle of Evian and taking a few cooling sips to soothe his slightly dry throat.

Liu Yaoyao sat on the ground, and Zong Wangyue, who had been waiting next to her for quite a while, hurried over barefoot, offering water and wiping sweat, very diligently.

Yan Zisu pulled out a towel to wipe your sweat. Usually, you appeared very composed, but now you were sweating profusely, with a large wet patch on your clothes.

"Old Shu." Bai Shu called to you at this time, and as you lifted your head, a bottle of water was tossed over.

You caught it reflexively, glanced at the brand, then spoke to Bai Shu: "This stuff has way too many excessive elements; it’s not as good as Nongfu Spring."

"Didn’t you notice it’s all in French?" Bai Shu chuckled.

You took another look, nodded: "No wonder you’re drinking it; turns out it’s purely imported."

Saying this, you didn’t bother with more words. You opened it, but didn’t drink first, instead handing it to Yan Zisu, speaking softly: "Today’s workout was intense; all the water I brought this morning has been drunk by me. You must be thirsty; take three small sips first, then drink slowly. This bottle is just 500 milliliters, perfect for you to finish alone."

Yan Zisu nodded, she wouldn’t ever reject or decline your decision.

After handing it to Yan Zisu, Bai Shu threw another bottle over, and you opened it to pour it into your mouth, gulping it all down quickly.

At this moment, Chen Susu cautiously walked up to you, revealing a row of straight, bright teeth: "Oh brother, you’ve got guts—just gulped down glacier water costing a hundred a bottle."

"A hundred? You’re overrating this stuff. Frankly speaking, it’s just a pit dug in some remote corner of the Alps, filtered several times before being poured into the bottle. To the French, this stuff is no different from Nongfu Spring, just that, domestically, unethical merchants mark up the price."

Despite being constantly criticized by Chen Susu during training, you weren’t angry; you hadn’t even cared, being used to it—after being berated too long, you just got used to it. Your actions were always solitary, especially after leaving the battle squad, so coordination with others wasn’t great, and truth be told, you somewhat resisted this musical; however, since you agreed, you couldn’t break your promise—it just seemed a bit perfunctory.