Yi Heye didn't have time to think about anything else; his first reaction was to break free, but Jian Yunxian's hand held him tightly.
They remained in that position, except that Yi Heye's shoulders were almost crushed.
The next second, Jian Yunxian leaned down and quietly asked him, "Do you think Sister Qin is watching right now?"
Upon hearing this, Yi Heye hesitated for a moment—if he pushed Jian Yunxian away now, even if it could be explained as a quarrel between young lovers, it would still arouse Qin Jie's suspicion and cause many uncertainties...
The next second, Jian Yunxian took another step back: "However, since we're not in that kind of relationship, I won't force you. If you don't want to, I can talk to them about it..."
Jian Yunxian only said half of his sentence before Yi Heye blocked the other half of it from his lips.
Amidst a deafening roar of cheers, Yi Heye, in front of thousands of people, grabbed Jian Yunxian by the collar—
He looked up and kissed her fiercely.
Author's Note:
Ye Bao: The pinnacle of dedication.
Chapter 55, number 055
Yi Heye was very nervous when they first kissed.
After all, this was the first time in twenty-five years that he had taken the initiative to be affectionate with someone, so he was still a little unaccustomed to it.
But when he felt that soft and familiar touch, he immediately thought, "Damn it, it's not my first kiss anyway."
Have less shame, Yi Heye. You brought this up yourself.
The game's rules require "lucky couples" to kiss for 30 seconds, and a countdown timer will be displayed on the public screen.
The countdown had just begun, and amidst the overwhelming cheers, Yi Heye could clearly sense Jian Yunxian's shock and surprise, and even feel his entire movement stiffen unnaturally.
In that instant, Yi Heye completely forgot why he had kissed her; he only felt incredibly happy—ha, this time I won.
Jian Yunxian was indeed surprised and taken aback by Yi Heye's initiative, after all, his original intention was just to tease him, and he didn't even have any hope of actually kissing him.
—That's right, the reason this "love scene" was able to capture them was because Jian Yunxian tampered with it.
This was a spur-of-the-moment hacking act, and Jian Yunxian didn't think much about why he did it.
Right now, this hunter commander, who has three kissing experiences, still retains the naivety and inexperience of a novice, and even his aura carries a sense of heroic sacrifice for the mission.
Jian Yunxian looked at his clumsy efforts and couldn't help but laugh. Then she gently supported the back of his neck.
Turning the tables and taking control.
Yi Heye estimated that his smugness lasted less than three seconds before the whole situation started to turn sour.
He didn't know when he had let go of Jian Yunxian's collar; now, he was completely enveloped in Jian Yunxian's shadow.
The guy was holding the back of his head with one hand, his fingertips constantly rubbing behind his ear, maliciously touching his brain-computer interface and his black earring.
These two places were forbidden areas on Yi Heye's body. The tingling sensation at the joints, mixed with the slight pain of pulling on the ear piercings, made his whole body go limp uncontrollably.
He could feel his breathing becoming erratic, and he felt that the game he had finally won was about to be lost again.
It's not a problem if you're breathing out of control; the real issue is winning and then losing.
Driven by his competitive spirit, Yi Heye quickly glanced at the big screen, and then, out of sight of the screen, stomped hard on Jian Yunxian's instep.
Thus, the person who gasped for breath and experienced respiratory disorder became Jian Yunxian.
Yes, we won again.
At this moment, there were only ten seconds left on the countdown to "kiss for thirty seconds". Jian Yunxian, who had been stepped on and forced back a groan, suddenly changed his gaze towards Yi Heye.
Yi Heye watched as those gentle and gentlemanly eyes suddenly darkened, and a chilling aggression swept over him.
At the same time, someone in the audience shouted, "Shoot your head out!"
Just hearing those three words made Yi Heye feel dizzy—should he stick his head out?! He'd rather have his head chopped off than allow him to stick his head out!!
He instinctively tightened his lips and gritted his teeth, bracing himself for anything, but the cheers from the audience were like a spark falling into a pile of dry leaves, quickly engulfing the area into a raging inferno that was impossible to control.
"Stick your head out! Stick your head out!! Stick your head out!!!"
Amidst the increasingly loud cheers, Yi Heye glanced furtively at the countdown on the big screen.
5 seconds —
He didn't sense that Jian Yunxian had done anything out of line, which put him at ease.
3 seconds —
The shouts of "throwing their heads out" from all around had reached their peak. Little Cloud at Jian Yunxian's feet shyly covered its eyes with its hooves, but still peeked out through a crack.
2 seconds —
Yi Heye seemed to sense Jian Yunxian's tongue tentatively touching his lips. He was extremely nervous, guarding the city gate with all his might, while imagining that he was being licked by a lamb.
1 second —
The test was over so quickly that Yi Heye couldn't even tell if he was hallucinating because he was too nervous.
0 seconds —
The countdown ended, and the screen went black. Yi Heye suddenly snapped out of his daze and shoved Jian Yunxian away.
At this moment, looking at Jian Yunxian, whose breathing was also somewhat disordered, Yi Heye's long reaction time finally kicked in—
Holy crap, he just kissed Jian Yunxian in front of thousands of people.
I kissed him first.
After the adrenaline rush subsided, Yi Heye finally forgot about his strange competitive spirit. As usual, his face flushed red, and the next second, he quickly pulled Jian Yunxian away from the crowd.
Pulled by him, the two of them squeezed out of the crowded throng as if fleeing a disaster, and finally found an empty alley. Yi Heye, who could do fifty push-ups without getting out of breath, was now panting heavily, supporting himself on his knees.
Finally regaining his senses, he looked up at Jian Yunxian and the sheep he had been dragged along, stumbling and crawling. He seemed to want to find something to say to save face, but couldn't find the right words for a long time.
Jian Yun chuckled and spoke first: "Mr. Yi, you are truly dedicated."
Yi Heye looked at him, trying to come up with something but failing, feeling incredibly embarrassed.
Fortunately, Jian Yunxian didn't continue to pester her. He simply squatted down and scratched the little cloud that was lying on its back, rubbing itself against the ground.
Little Cloud was scratched so much by him that it twisted and turned like a big white caterpillar, and then finally "duang" it flipped over and happily ran back to Jian Yunxian's feet.
This time, it stole glances at Yi Heye, its eyes no longer filled with the hostility and tension of before, but with a meaningful inquiry and感慨.
Yi Heye bent down and stared at it for a long time, but couldn't understand the meaning in its eyes. He felt that this was even more annoying than rolling his eyes at him, so he pointed at its nose and threatened, "What the hell do you mean?"
Jian Yunxian quickly covered Xiaoyunduo's ears: "Don't use foul language with children."
The next second, Little Cloud rolled her eyes and said, "Meow!"
Jian Yunxian lowered his head and scolded the sheep: "Don't swear! How come you learned bad things so quickly!"
After several rounds, Yi Heye finally managed to break free from the intense and bizarre sense of shame.
He rallied his spirits and walked back into the street.
Because everyone had rushed to see the band's party, there were hardly any living people on the streets at that time.
Just as Yi Heye was thinking of calling it a day, he heard a deafening guitar sound coming from not far away.
The next second, from the street corner, a disorganized group surged forward with a roar. The leader, a short-haired girl with smoky makeup, held a microphone, followed by others carrying guitars, amps, bass guitars, and drums...
It's Chen Sang's street band.
They swept through the streets with great momentum, like a heavyweight convoy led by motorcycles and escorted by countless road rollers. Wherever they went, the world was turned upside down.
Yi Heye and Jian Yunxian subconsciously stepped aside, and then watched as Chen Sang stomped her feet twice to the beat of the drums, before singing out with great immersion—
"This ain't a song for the broken-hearted. No silent prayer for the faith-departed."
(This song is not for those who are heartbroken; God will not protect those who pray without faith.)
"I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd. You're gonna hear my voice when I shout it out aloud."
(I don't want to be just one of the masses. When I shout it out, you will hear my heart.)
Yi Heye, having grown up listening to rock music through his headphones, recognized that the girl was singing Bon Jovi's famous rock song "It's My Life".
She has a good voice and excellent singing skills. Most importantly, she has a great overall appearance and a very rock-and-roll vibe.
Unfortunately, there isn't a stage where I can appreciate her talent.
"Fuck you!" came a furious curse from a nearby apartment building. "It's so noisy! Are you looking for trouble?!"
Seemingly not satisfied with the insults, the person pushed open the window and stuck their head out, as if to offer a more polite greeting at closer range.
The next second, with a loud "bang," a beer bottle smashed against the window from below.
The man quickly closed the window while cursing, and then he saw the group of thugs in the band cheering, giving him the middle finger, and spitting at him.
Chen Sang remained in high spirits. She smiled, looked up, and sang to the family she had just visited:
"It's my life. It's now or never."
(This is my life. Seize the moment, for opportunities are fleeting.)
"I ain't gonna live forever. I just wanna live while I'm alive."
(I don't hope to live forever; I just want to live life to the fullest while I'm still alive.)
At this moment, more residents poked their heads out, mostly intending to offer a word of humanitarian concern, but when they opened their windows, they saw bricks, bottles, iron bars, and sharp knives...
Then, a whistle blew, as if to send away a beggar or to reward a hardworking monkey in a circus. Someone threw down a few coins from upstairs, along with one or two small banknotes.
In the band, some people took out bags to catch the money, while others skillfully climbed onto the billboards to retrieve the money from the eaves.
Chen Sang happily bowed to them and sang, "It's my life."
Yi Heye and Jian Yunxian stood by the roadside watching, neither booing nor stuffing money into their pockets.
Just as they were about to turn back and get away from the huge noise source, Yi Heye's phone rang.
Looking down, he saw a message from Song Zhouzhou: "The information has been found."
This efficient friend spent less than half a day finding out where the green-haired spider man's chip was currently located. When he opened it, he saw a familiar face—
"Liu Zhi, a humanoid auxiliary AI." He's the guy who helped Chen Sang carry the speakers.