Bab 44: You Look Like My Dad

Waiting is always a drag, whether you're on pins and needles for good news or bracing yourself for a blow.

When Bighead and Tadpole rolled back in, they found Wang Zhiyuan puffing away on one cigarette after another. Bighead, taken aback, eyed the growing pile of cigarette butts in the ashtray. "I just emptied this thing. How many have you smoked, man?"

Tadpole chimed in with concern, "What's going on?"

Wang Zhiyuan crushed out his cigarette and smirked. "Just bored."

Bighead shot back, "Yeah, right. I know you. You wouldn't smoke like a chimney unless something was up. What's the deal? Spill it, and I'll help you sort it out."

Sometimes, Wang Zhiyuan found Bighead's over-the-top enthusiasm grating. He was a lone wolf, used to having his own space, both mentally and physically. But Bighead always managed to bulldoze through the barriers Wang put up, inserting himself into Wang's life with an air of familiarity.