Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4567 | Page 254

For an ordinary person, there is nothing to be concerned about when seeing his homeland being the same as
before, so logically speaking, nothing could possibly go wrong, right?
“Right,” said Feng, muttering to himself, “j-just keep calm and stop being p-p-paranoid. The shaking is
nothing t-to me and uh… of course I will be absolutely fine! Yes. Right. H-Hopefully.”
Or would he?
Meanwhile, a sudden, deaf-defying roar has blasted into sound waves, beating and tearing through Feng’s ear as
drummers on steroids. It was only a matter of time before his eardrum started to rupture.
“HEY!”
Letting out a short gasp, Feng was frozen in place. His face, just turning pale, exposed his pink-red gums and
gritted teeth. As he was struggling to come to his senses, his hand raised involuntarily to cover his buzzing, yet
aching ear. Pain slowly grew in his ear as he moaned with his agonizing visage.
“Ouch … what was that?”
“Are you boarding or not, airhead?!”
When Feng turned his head he could clearly see a muscular boor almost in his 40s, snarling and growling at him
like a wild dog. With flashing eyes, flaring nostrils, and a quivering mouth, any man would break into a run
after spotting some guy with a humanoid, canine-like appearance.
And of course, if any man would scamper away then what would happen if any woman saw that naked fiend
with his torso covered with grease and sweat? In fact, this would be the worst-case scenario for Feng, not with
an almost-fractured ear bothering him.
“Hope there won’t be anyone, or actually, NO ONE, is going to give me another hundred decibels as a mere
surprise gift…” he grinned, reluctantly.
“Hey, answer me!!!” barked the puller, this time not as blaring as before. However, Feng felt that the pain in his
ear got worse.
“Oh, um, yeah… I’m boarding.
“Just get on quickly!
Ah! My ear hurts…”
I’m in a hurry!”
“Uh, fine…”
Sigh… What a great day to begin with after returning to Shanghai.
Like seriously, why would someone blow a gasket because of a passenger just sitting right there doing absolutely
nothing? Was everyone here a psycho or something?
“Probably yes,” Feng groaned, “If not, why on earth would he blast me like I’m his arch-nemesis?”