At the abandoned train station, Platform No. 7.
In the leisurely night, puddles by the rails shimmered crystal clear, reflecting the full moon cradled by layers of fish-scale clouds, occasionally hidden, then revealed.
It had rained not long ago. Large drops of water fell from the eaves of the platform roof, drawing crisp arcs in the air and pattering down upon the tracks.
Overlapping with the bustling voices from a phone call.
Ke Mingye sat on the wooden bench on the platform, his gaze lowered.
After saying, "I will join the Superhero Association, but on the condition that I keep my own identity secret," through a voice changer, there was a short silence from Che Zhengchen on the other end of the line.
"If that's not okay, then forget it..." Ke Mingye sighed calmly and continued, "It doesn't matter to me one way or the other. I'll give you ten seconds to respond, or I'm hanging up."
After he finished speaking, he began to count down unilaterally: "Ten, nine, eight, seven..."