395: Chapter 395 In that instant, I almost caught the entire summer again.

Only when that beautiful figure completely disappeared around the street corner, leaving behind nothing but a faint trace of high-end perfume in the breeze, did Jiang You's soul-drained shell suddenly shudder back to life.

"Whew!"

Jiang You exhaled a long, stale breath and looked down, dazed, at the new friend avatar named "Qin Xiaoqin" on his phone screen.

He rubbed his temples vigorously, feeling as if hundreds of bees were buzzing inside his head, causing a dull ache.

"That's weird... Why did I suddenly zone out just now?"

Jiang You frowned and reached out to rub his shriveled stomach, which immediately let out a loud protest.

His salted-fish self-diagnosis system instantly activated and quickly reached an impeccable conclusion.

"Got it!"

Jiang You clenched his right fist and slammed it hard into his left palm, his face full of conviction:

"It must be because of what happened this morning; I suffered too much mental shock! Plus, I was just spacing out at the restaurant and didn't eat enough for breakfast!"

"This is a classic case of hypoglycemia! It caused insufficient blood supply to the Brain, which is why I had those brief hallucinations and memory lapses just now!"

Jiang You swallowed, feeling that his body had been hollowed out by this abstract world.

"No, I have to find a place quickly and devour a bowl of kidney stew to replenish my body, or I'll end up dying in the Imperial Capital sooner or later!"

Thinking of this, Jiang You sighed.

He put his phone back in his pocket, shoved his hands back into his team uniform pockets, and continued walking along the leaf-strewn sidewalk.

The fallen leaves made a "crunch, crunch" sound under his feet.

Jiang You's silhouette was stretched long in the late autumn sunlight, exuding a faint melancholy, like a down-and-out middle-aged man who had seen through the vanity of the world but was still forced by necessity to keep going.

However, this peace belonging to a salted fish lasted less than two minutes.

"Whoosh!"

Just as Jiang You was about to reach the corner of the intersection ahead.

A harsh screech of tires against the pavement came from ahead without any warning!

Jiang You stopped instinctively and looked up.

The next second.

Dead memories, like a bullet leaving the chamber, slammed straight into his skull!

He saw that at the corner ahead, a girl wearing a different style of JK uniform but equally full of youthful energy was riding a shared bike of the exact same brand, with the exact same panicked expression, swooping toward him!

"Move! Quickly, move!"

The girl screamed with a crisp voice, her small face deathly pale, her hands gripping the handlebars tightly, shouting into the wind:

"My bike seems to be broken! The brakes failed!"

Jiang You took another look at the empty sidewalk, which was ten meters wide and didn't even have a single electric scooter on it.

He then glanced at the bike that, as if equipped with an automatic navigation system, was also turning and heading straight for him, a look of immense shock flashing in his dead fish eyes.

In the instant before it was about to hit Jiang You!

This girl in uniform kicked off with her Legs, abandoning the bike without hesitation to save herself.

Her body tilted in mid-air, eyes tightly shut, arms wide open, perfectly replicating the beautiful pose Qin Zhuo had just made, as she dove into Jiang You's arms!

Those open arms, that slightly lifted chin, that skirt fluttering in the wind!

Every frame was silently conveying the same desire:

Save me! Hold me!

At this very moment.

If it were Jiang You from five minutes ago, out of instinct, he would have definitely reached out to catch her.

But now.

Facing this god-tier recreation that looked like it had been "Ctrl + C" and "Ctrl + V" copied and pasted.

Jiang You stood frozen in place as if struck by lightning.

His hands, ready to step forward to save someone, were frozen stiff in mid-air.

"???"

Jiang You's dead fish eyes widened larger than copper bells, his pupils undergoing a magnitude-10 earthquake in their sockets!

"Holy sh*t!"

"Parallel world?! Did I f*cking transmigrate into a parallel world?!"

A storm raged in Jiang You's mind, his worldview shattering into a pile of glass shards at this moment.

"Did some programmer, while writing the code for this world, accidentally hit a bug and trigger the same NPC plot for me twice?"

"Or is it... that the quality of shared bikes in the Imperial Capital has become so outrageously bad these days that every one you ride breaks?"

Cold sweat broke out instantly on Jiang You's back.

A more down-to-earth, yet more terrifying thought welled up in his heart.

"No! This has to be the latest popular 'honey trap' scam in the Imperial Capital!"

"They specifically find good-looking female college students to ride broken bikes and dive into the arms of passersby. Once they've been embraced, several burly men will definitely rush out from the side to take pictures and demand money!"

Jiang You swallowed, watching the girl who was already diving toward him in mid-air. Instead of reaching out, he acted as if he had seen a ghost and forcibly sidestepped a large step to the side!

...

And at this very moment.

On the second floor of a street corner cafe less than fifty meters away from Jiang You.

Two sneaky figures were hiding behind the blinds, each holding high-powered binoculars, staring intently at everything happening on the sidewalk.

These two were none other than the core members of the Shanghai branch who had just finished an underground secret meeting and were ordered by their leader, Plum Blossom K, to carry out the "Pure Beauty Trap": Plum Blossom Three and Heart Six.

Plum Blossom Three was wearing a wrinkled jacket, unshaven and scruffy.

He held up the binoculars, his hands trembling slightly from nervousness, and asked in a low voice:

"Brother Six... is this trick of yours actually reliable?"

"That kid is a living Yama who can make hundreds of prodigies kneel with just one finger! We're taking people to scam him; what if that powerful being inside him is short-tempered and slaps her into a meat patty?"

Heart Six, standing next to Plum Blossom Three, had changed into a crisp silver-gray suit today, his hair slicked back with enough gel that a fly would do the splits if it landed on it.

Hearing Plum Blossom Three's questioning, Heart Six snorted coldly.

He didn't put down the binoculars but instead, with great panache, pulled a romance novel with the cover "The Domineering School Hunk's Solely Pampered Cute Little Wife" from the inside pocket of his suit.

Heart Six used this novel as a folding fan and pretended to fan himself in front of his chest.

Afterward, he extended two fingers and stroked his non-existent beard, forcing a look of a master strategist like Zhuge Liang, confident in winning a battle from a thousand miles away, onto his middle-aged uncle face.

"Third Brother, do not panic!"

Heart Six narrowed his eyes, his tone deep and full of confidence: "Rest assured, everything is within this Prime Minister's plan!"

Upon hearing this line, Plum Blossom Three's mouth twitched violently, and he almost smashed the binoculars in his hand directly onto Heart Six's face.

"Damn it! We're on a mission! Can you stop acting crazy!"

After being berated by Plum Blossom Three, the acting aura on Heart Six's face immediately collapsed by half.

He coughed twice, quickly put away the romance novel, and said seriously:

"Alright, Old Three. You don't know anything; this is called art deriving from life!"

"This 'bicycle failure and falling into arms' move is the ultimate finishing move for male college students that I summarized after staying up all night and flipping through the fifty most popular youth romance novels on the charts recently!"