Hearing this name, Hiroshi Matsushima quietly closed the door, then asked, "Who are you?"
"Haven't you recognized it yet? It's me, Hiroki. Listen to this familiar voice..."
"The Great Hero who was charging at my place three years ago?" Only then did Hiroshi Matsushima slightly relax his stance. He was somewhat displeased, "Why is it always you?"
"Why can't it be me?" Xiang Shan spread his hands, "And this time I am not here to charge. I can even supply power to your house if you want."
That was a serious truth. Hiroshi Matsushima's house merely had solar panels slapped onto the roof and was connected to a local small self-organizing community's power. This power was nothing compared to the maximum output of a fission reactor.
Xiang Shan could easily plug a cable from himself to power all the household appliances in Hiroshi Matsushima's home.
