I definitely know him—either I was behind his arrest or his downfall...
Ke Mingye rolled his eyes internally, raising his eyebrows to look at the distant viaduct as the light rail thundered by, the evening breeze lifting his bangs.
He sighed: "I know, of course."
"Then you still have that kind of thought?"
"I guess so."
Hearing this, Ke Youqing took a drag on his cigarette and said leisurely, "You kids these days are influenced by the internet and always think the world of superheroes is cool, believing that being the center of attention is wonderful. But reality is much crueler than you imagine; it's only because you are unaware that you feel longing."
"Sounds like you're quite familiar with superheroes, old man."
"I... have a friend who is a superhero."
You're not talking about yourself, are you? Ke Mingye couldn't help but comment to himself.
"After all I've said, you still want to be a Commander?"
