strictlysupreme Chapter 939 It's a pleasure working with you!
Chapter 939 It's a pleasure working with you!
Zhang Hai smiled slightly and nodded, saying, "We will keep our promise. It's a pleasure to cooperate with you."
Scorpion added coldly, "But you must understand that if you break the agreement, you can imagine the consequences."
The boss took a deep breath and finally made a decision: "I will make this card, but please don't pressure me anymore."
Scorpion and Zhang Hai exchanged a glance and nodded in tacit agreement. Scorpion's cold smile carried a hint of satisfaction, while Zhang Hai remained calm, as if everything was under his control.
“From today onwards, you will be one of us.” Scorpion’s voice was full of threat, yet it also revealed a hint of controlling desire.
Zhang Hai hurried into Konoha Hospital, his heart filled with trepidation and unease. He desperately wanted to see Tsunade, prepared to face her possible violent response, or at least her calm and rational anger. Ever since the rift in his relationship with Tsunade appeared, a heavy weight had been hanging over Zhang Hai's heart. As time went by, he gradually realized that the differences in their personalities had made communication increasingly difficult. Zhang Hai had tried to mend things with his actions, but each effort seemed to ignite a more intense conflict.
However, when he arrived at the hospital, he wasn't greeted by Tsunade, but by Jiraiya, whose face was filled with helplessness and confusion. Jiraiya looked at him and shook his head: "She's gone, Zhang Hai. Tsunade has left Konoha. She didn't tell me where she was going, only said some vague things, nothing substantial."
Zhang Hai was stunned for a moment, a deep sense of loss suddenly rising in his heart. His gaze was blank as he looked into the distance, recalling what Tsunade had said on Kikyo Mountain—her decision was always like an insurmountable chasm that Zhang Hai could never cross.
"It seems the rift between her and me is beyond repair," Zhang Hai muttered to himself, a hint of sorrow in his voice. His eyes held a complex mix of guilt and helplessness. It seemed their relationship was destined to end this way.
A sudden emptiness welled up inside him, as if the whole world was slowly tilting and drifting further and further away from him. His feelings for Tsunade had once been a part of his life, but now, those feelings no longer belonged to him.
“Your personalities are indeed very different,” Jiraiya chimed in, seemingly analyzing the relationship between Zhang Hai and Tsunade. “Tsunade has deep feelings for Konoha, and she cannot tolerate you making extreme decisions for personal gain. You’ve had it tough too, trying to find your place within her rationality, but you always seem so out of place.”
Zhang Hai didn't respond, only silently lowering his head, his hands gripping his sleeves tightly. His body was beginning to weaken from overexertion and the side effects of battle. Zhang Hai knew his body had reached its limit; the side effects of Susanoo had left him feeling more exhausted than ever before. He hurriedly bid farewell to Jiraiya and returned home alone.
Back home, Zhang Hai barely had the strength to take off his coat before collapsing onto the bed and falling into a deep sleep. Two days of unconsciousness had almost completely cut him off from the outside world. In his coma, Zhang Hai experienced both physical and mental torment; cold sweat streamed down his forehead, and his entire body trembled with intense pain, as if every muscle and bone in his body was protesting.
Despite this agonizing torment, Zhang Hai remained remarkably clear-headed. He felt a rejection of his own emotions, a sense of loss towards Tsunade, and a sense of uncertainty about the future. He had once firmly believed that changing the world was his mission, but now, the world seemed to be drifting away from him, and his body and mind had already begun to crumble.
When Zhang Hai finally woke up, he was greeted by a warm scene. Meiqin sat by the bed, holding a damp towel, gently wiping the cold sweat from Zhang Hai's forehead. Her gaze was gentle and concerned, as if she were silently comforting Zhang Hai's pain.
"You're awake." Mikoto's voice was gentle, with a warm smile. "You haven't eaten for a long time, and I was worried that you would become even weaker if you didn't eat."
Zhang Hai struggled to open his eyes, trying to appear calm, but his voice was still a little hoarse: "I'm fine, I can recover on my own, I don't need the hospital's help." Despite this, deep down, Zhang Hai felt a long-lost warmth, a warmth that seemed especially precious amidst the pain of the past few days.
Mikoto didn't argue, but remained quietly by his bedside, gently stroking his forehead. "You haven't had a proper rest in a long time, Zhang Hai. You're always busy with your plans, neglecting your health. Can't you give yourself some time and slow down?"
Although her voice was soft, the concern and affection in it stirred Zhang Hai's heart slightly. He looked at Meiqin silently, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. Although he always appeared cold and indifferent, Meiqin's presence had given him a silent support, whether in his most difficult times or when he was confused and lost.
Zhang Hai didn't answer, but instead changed the subject, trying to hide his inner turmoil: "You don't need to worry about me, go do your own thing, don't waste your time on me."
However, Mikoto did not leave. She gently took Zhang Hai's hand and said softly, "I'm not busy, I'll stay here with you. How can you manage alone? You have many people who care about you, at least I will always be by your side."
Zhang Hai's gaze paused slightly, as if his emotions had been touched. Although he had always felt he didn't need anyone's help, Mikoto's concern suddenly gave him a sense of security he had never felt before. He was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Thank you, Mikoto."
Mikoto smiled slightly and handed him the seafood porridge she had brought: "You should eat something so you can recover faster." Her tone was relaxed and natural, as if everything was perfectly natural.
Just then, light footsteps sounded outside the door, followed by Little Chili pushing the door open and carrying a large bowl. "Hey, why aren't you two up? I brought breakfast, come and eat some seafood porridge!" Little Chili's tone was as lively as ever, full of enthusiasm and teasing.
She walked into the room and saw Meiqin taking care of Zhang Hai by his bedside. She couldn't help but tease her, "Hey, Zhang Hai, how can you let Meiqin take care of you all by herself? What a lazybones." She smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed, gently nudging Meiqin's shoulder. "You're very busy. You should go to work earlier and not waste time here."
Zhang Hai remained unmoved, saying in a low voice, "I don't need your care." However, despite his cold tone, he unconsciously felt a warmth in his heart.