Accidental Hero: The Rookie Who Outshines the Force - Chapter 84

In the hospital room, Su Qingwu’s crystal-clear eyes were fixed on Lu Cheng.

“What is it? You want some?”

Lu Cheng held out half of the apple he’d been eating.

Women, huh. If you want an apple, just say so! No need to stare at someone like a puzzle for them to guess.

There’s a lyric that goes, “Boys, don’t try to guess a girl’s heart; you’ll never figure it out no matter how hard you try.”

Here—take it. Imported.

Su Qingwu shot him a look of mild disdain and let him figure it out for himself.

She couldn’t help admiring her “boyfriend” a little. No injuries, yet he’d drawn visits from so many departments. A trainee cop who could command that much attention? Truly top-tier.

She had to admit it—this man in front of her was impressive.

After finishing the apple, Lu Cheng wanted to make small talk, but Su Qingwu sat there coldly, legs crossed elegantly, saying nothing. Just pure beauty.

He stared for a good two minutes.

Awkward conversation seemed pointless.

“Uh… do you play ‘Honor of Kings’? Duo queue?”

“Game?”

Judging by her expression, Lu Cheng knew she didn’t.

“It’s simple, I’ll teach you.”

Su Qingwu handed him her phone to help download it, clearly not knowing the game.

“Huh? You’ve downloaded it?”

Lu Cheng logged her in. He saw her rank—Platinum III.

Su Qingwu glanced at the phone. “Oh, that’s it. My friend played on my phone before.”

“Oh… okay, then duo queue. I’ll guide you.”

He entered the game, set a nickname, and sent her an invite.

That nickname… Lu Cheng’s eyes went wide. Bold!

[Bear Big, No Brain]

Clearly, Su Qingwu had noticed too.

She froze for two seconds before declining Lu Cheng’s invite.

“What’s wrong?”

“This nickname… my friend made it.”

Rarely would the cold goddess explain anything, but she did this time.

“Oh, change the nickname. Open your bag—you should have a rename card…”

Su Qingwu found the rename card and changed it to [Slap You to Death].

Lu Cheng: “…”

Slap who?

He sensed a hint of murderous intent emanating from her. He hoped it would reach the opposing team.

During character selection, Lu Cheng suggested she play support, a simple role sticking close to the marksman.

Su Qingwu didn’t want support. She wanted violence.

He recommended Angela, the fire-wielding heroine—just the opposite of her previous nickname.

In-game, Su Qingwu’s performance didn’t match her violent nickname or hero.

She kept dying.

Even with support, she’d die or be critically injured after a single combo.

Angela didn’t give up, even retreating on minimal HP while flinging skills—revenge-driven, relentless.

Unsurprisingly… disaster.

Lu Cheng expected this. Every newbie had to start this way.

To kill, you first learn to be killed.

Meanwhile, his own output hero, “Iron Halberd Wenhou,” tore through everything, unstoppable.

In the end, despite his last-ditch efforts and burning himself to a skeleton, their base got destroyed.

Angela ended with a stunning 0/11, reported for feeding kills, losing 4 reputation points, and receiving countless salty comments from teammates.

Su Qingwu couldn’t see any of it.

Lu Cheng had muted voice and text for her.

She didn’t kill a single person yet wasn’t satisfied—she wanted another round.

Lu Cheng invited her again.

The result? Defeat.

This time, she snagged a kill—slight progress.

But seeing Lu Cheng’s record, 15-0, she refused to admit defeat, insisting on another game.

Three rounds later, Lu Cheng was getting tired of killing.

Su Qingwu barely experienced the game, but her stubbornness wouldn’t let her quit.

Three consecutive losses.

Even Lu Cheng, the peak king, couldn’t carry her.

Still, in his eyes, she caught his laughter—mocking, quiet, amused.

“I’m done. I’m leaving.”

Su Qingwu put her phone away and left the hospital room.

“Huh? Leaving? Weren’t we having lunch together?”

No answer.

Lu Cheng figured she wasn’t one to throw a tantrum over losing, but he still felt a twinge of frustration.

He got into his Audi Q3 but didn’t start it.

Su Qingwu took out her phone and messaged her friend Hu Ya.

“What are you up to?”

“Been dissecting two male corpses all night, doing tests… just finished showering, about to sleep. What’s up?”

“Play Honor of Kings.”

Hu Ya’s drowsiness vanished instantly.

“Play a game? Su Qingwu, since when do you like games?”

“Stop talking. Playing or not?”

“Playing!”

Hu Ya invited Su Qingwu to a team and noticed her nickname had been changed.

“Slap You to Death? So fierce!”

Su Qingwu ignored her and started the game.

Hu Ya mainly played marksman, specializing in her “pineapple-biting horse” technique.

Five minutes in, Su Qingwu had fed six kills.

Hu Ya erupted.

“Ah! Officer Su, you’re terrible!”

“Stop feeding, okay? Don’t peek into bushes!”

“Watch your positioning! Flash isn’t a decoration!”

“Su Qingwu! Even a chick playing on a phone does better than you!”

…

Su Qingwu listened, icy. She felt like giving Hu Ya a virtual suplex through the internet.

Even so, Hu Ya taught her plenty of tactics and tips.

After five rounds, they finally won the last one.

Hu Ya exhaled. Victory was harder than landing on the moon.

“Su Qingwu, just don’t play games. Be a delivery rider—you deliver better than takeout!”

Su Qingwu ignored her and drove back to the station.

…

After lunch at the hospital, Lu Cheng got approval from Chen Weimin and checked out.

Leaders had visited him. Chen Weimin’s purpose was achieved—no need for him to occupy medical resources.

He was allowed to leave, but not to return to Sanliqiao Police Station.

He was forcibly given leave.

Three days.

Chen Weimin had promised before: catching one pickpocket meant a day off. As the chief, he kept his word.

Counting everything, Lu Cheng had almost a month of leave.

Lin Wenbin, Yuan Jie, Chen Zelong—all called it insane.

Of course, the leave wouldn’t be given all at once—staggered.

Resigned, Lu Cheng returned home.

Dinner time.

“Mom, smells amazing! Sweet and sour ribs? You really love me today!”

He cheesily said as he entered the living room, only to see He Xueting and He Cong sitting expressionless on the sofa, staring at him.

“Uh… Uncle’s here too? Why are you looking at me like that?”

Something felt off. They knew he’d been in the hospital?

“Mom, I didn’t mean to hide it…”

Before he could explain, He Xueting put a third-class merit medal on the coffee table.

“You got a third-class merit and didn’t say anything?”

“Uh…”

Lu Cheng exhaled in relief—it was that.

He had planned to mention it eventually, but earning a third-class merit wasn’t trivial.

They weren’t dumb. If they guessed he’d completed a dangerous mission, He Xueting would worry endlessly.

Better to wait.

“Ah, it’s just a third-class merit. Nothing big, I just… didn’t say anything.”

His uncle pointed at him sharply.

“You! No showing off at home!”