Mahomes only felt a surge of pain, instantly extinguishing the pain nerves, without even having time to cry out. The overwhelming pain had already swallowed his consciousness. Everything went black, and the entire world plunged into boundless silence.
Until—
"Sherlock?"
"Sherlock!"
Calls, anxious and tense, like a ray of dawn tearing through the darkness and grabbing his sanity, pulling hard, traversing the black hole, returning to reality. The roar of chaos and noise poured down like a summer storm.
Then, Li Wei's face came into view.
The face that was always calm, always confident, always wearing a smile, was now filled with anxiety and worry, losing its composure rarely seen.
In Mahomes' mind, an unrelated absurd thought popped up, and he couldn't control himself, it just slipped out of his mouth.
"Rookie, turns out you get nervous too!"
Li Wei: ...
Mahomes also realized, how did he speak without thinking?
