Not Again!

Weeks had passed since Ye Qing's bizarre encounter with the ice cream truck that had left her battered and confined to a hospital bed. Her recovery was slow and painful, and the sterile hospital room had become her new reality.

One hot afternoon, as the sun's rays filtered through the curtains and bathed the room in a warm glow, Ye Qing lay propped up on her pillows, engrossed in her tablet. The novel she had been reading offered a brief respite from the monotony of her hospital stay.

As Ye Qing delved deeper into the pages of her novel, the sterile hospital room seemed to fade away, replaced by the vivid world of martial arts, mythical creatures, and epic adventures. She could almost forget the pain in her body and the uncertainty of her future.

But just as she became fully engrossed in the story, a strange sensation washed over her, and a chill ran down her spine. It was as if reality itself had become unhinged once again. She glanced around the room, her heart pounding, but everything appeared normal.

As she tried to shake off the feeling, she continued reading, hoping it was merely a side effect of her medication. However, fate had something far more absurd in store for her.

With a sudden, deafening screech of tires and a jarring crash, the sound of chaos erupted around her. The world seemed to spin out of control as the hospital room dissolved into a chaotic blur of motion and noise.

Ye Qing barely had time to register what was happening before the unthinkable occurred. The rogue ice cream truck, the very same one that had collided with her weeks ago, careened wildly into the hospital room, shattering walls and furniture in its path.

As Ye Qing stared at the incoming truck with a retired look on her face, only two words came to mind "Fuck Me."

With a mix of disbelief and resignation, Ye Qing found herself in an eerie déjà vu, facing the oncoming ice cream truck once again. The world moved in slow motion as the rogue vehicle crashed through the hospital room, debris flying in all directions.

In those fleeting seconds, a series of absurd thoughts raced through Ye Qing's mind. How was it even possible that the same ice cream truck was involved in yet another bizarre accident, this time targeting her within the confines of the hospital?

As the truck bore down on her, there was no time for escape. The impact was inevitable. Everything happened in an instant—the shattering of glass, the crunch of metal, and the overwhelming chaos.

In the end, Ye Qing's last thought was a mixture of disbelief and dark humor as she met her unexpected fate once more, this time beneath the wheels of the infamous "Ice Cream Truck-kun."

After the chaotic collision, as the dust and debris began to settle, a man stepped out from the mangled remains of the ice cream truck. He wiped the sweat from his brow with a hand that trembled ever so slightly, a look of relief washing over his face.

"Thank God she died this time," he muttered to himself, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and exhaustion. "Or the higher-ups would have killed me."

The man, whose name was Zhang Wei, was far from an ordinary ice cream vendor. In fact, he was an undercover agent for a shadowy organization that operated in the shadows of both the mundane and the extraordinary worlds. His mission was to ensure that certain events played out as they were supposed to, no matter how absurd or unpredictable they might be.

He had been assigned to monitor Ye Qing's fate, a task that had proven far more challenging and unpredictable than he could have ever imagined. Twice now, she had narrowly escaped death by the most absurd of circumstances.

As Zhang Wei surveyed the aftermath of the crash, he couldn't help but shake his head in disbelief. It seemed that fate had a twisted sense of humor, and Ye Qing was destined to be at the center of its absurdity.

But he knew that his mission was far from over. The higher-ups had their own plans and secrets, and Zhang Wei had a role to play in ensuring that those plans unfolded as intended, no matter how many ice cream trucks were involved.

With a heavy heart and a sense of resignation, Zhang Wei made a hasty retreat from the hospital room, leaving behind a scene of chaos and confusion. He knew that the story of Ye Qing's bizarre encounters with fate was far from over, and that the next chapter held even more absurd surprises in store.