"Wen Zheng!" In the last second before losing consciousness, he seemed to hear someone call his name.
Bei Sining grabbed Wen Zheng by the collar, preventing him from sliding down, and then pulled him into a full embrace. The body in her arms was limp and lifeless, devoid of its usual vibrancy. In just one glance, Bei Sining could hardly believe her eyes.
The human was pale, with frighteningly pale lips, and breathing rapidly.
A moment later, he seemed to regain consciousness, supporting himself on Bei Sining's forearm with one hand, arching his body and dry heaving.
Bei Sining had never seen Wen Zheng so disheveled. His heart was pounding like it was going bungee jumping as he frantically searched his entire body. The pills in his storage bag were not for ordinary people to consume. He was furious, but his hand grabbed the chocolate the child had given him earlier.
"..." Bei Sining had no choice but to stuff it into Wen Zheng's mouth, thinking that it was at least a candy.
A sweet, cloying chocolate flavor lingered on her lips and teeth. After the initial shock subsided, she realized the awkward situation.
He instinctively pushed away the person holding him, but the other person was surprisingly strong and pressed him firmly into their arms.
"Don't move, lie down a little longer."
The sound came from the vibration of his chest, and although it was distorted, Wen Zheng could still hear it.
Why is it Bei Sining?
"Alright, stop suffocating..." Wen Zheng was uncomfortable from being choked, and struggled with one hand. Bei Sining had no choice but to let him go, and they sat down on the ground together, with Wen Zheng leaning against him.
"What's wrong with you?" Seeing that his complexion had improved, Bei Sining was furious and scolded, "Who made you like this? Can't you fight back yourself? Is this what you call trouble? If you can't handle it yourself, why didn't you call me?"
"..." Wen Zheng was still tired and too lazy to explain to him. He closed his eyes and muttered, "Shut up."
Bei Sining swallowed back a whole bunch of curses, put her baseball cap on her head, and felt uncomfortable with her ears being pressed down.
After sitting quietly for more than ten minutes, Wen Zheng finally recovered, sat up, wiped his mouth, and his hand was covered in chocolate.
"You bought it?" Wen Zheng asked, puzzled.
"It's an offering from my younger brother." Bei Sining asked curiously, "What kind of candy is this? Why is it effective for you? Are you lacking sugar?"
"Yeah, I'm short," Wen Zheng replied casually, glancing down at the message before asking, "How did you find me?"
The person next to me got stuck.
Wen Zheng looked up and, sure enough, found a hint of grievance in the other person's bewildered expression, something like, "I saved you, and you still doubt me?"
so cute.
At this moment, Bei Sining looked just like Dahei when he smashed his Rubik's Cube, wanting to take credit but failing and getting angry.
So vibrant and lively.
Wen Zheng relaxed and leaned against him, just like he had done many times before. His heartbeat became calm and strong, and he took a short nap.
***
If you could see Bei Sining's tail, you would find it proudly perked up.
The excitement intensified after they entered the amusement park, and Wen Zheng bought him a bunch of balloons without any expression.
Yes, one.
The cameraman had just connected with them when he was startled by the pink balloon. He zoomed in on it, then zoomed out to shoot, taking pictures from every angle.
Bei Sining suddenly became the richest child in the entire amusement park, with parents constantly asking him, "How much is one?"
He declared firmly, "Not for sale!"
Lecheng Infinite Park is not a large-scale amusement park like a movie theater. It doesn't have many high-tech attractions. It's more like a place where local parents bring their kids to play on weekends when they have nowhere else to go, or a place where young couples can have a date just to be together.
Although there weren't too many people, there were still queues for the popular attractions.
Wen Zheng tried calling Deng Puyue three times before getting through. The other end screamed, "My... no, Brother Zheng!"
Wen Zheng: "?" What's wrong with you?
"Zheng-ge, you guys are here!? Hahahaha—we—ah—we're riding the roller coaster for the fifth time! We discovered—aaaa—you get a point for completing each ride, so as long as we…aaaaaah…"
"…………" Wen Zheng wanted to hang up the phone.
"I'll get the highest score if I keep sitting, that's all. It's flooded, goodbye, I... no, Brother Zheng!"
Wen Zheng hung up the phone and called Yanghe.
“Z is big.”
"Hmm, where are you?"
"I'm in a haunted house, hahaha, do you want to come?"
Wen Zheng heard strange voices coming from the other end of the phone, like, "Brother, who's calling?... Brother, don't look at other women... Brother, I'm a ghost bride, marry me..."
It turns out that once he reached a dark place where his face couldn't be seen clearly, this guy regained his charm and became completely absorbed in the experience.
Wen Zheng decisively hung up the phone, deciding not to meet up with the group of guards and maids. He unfolded the park map that the teddy bear had handed him at the door and proudly showed it to Bei Sining.
"What do you want to play? Tell me."
The map had photos of each attraction. Bei Sining's eyes quickly swept over all the water-related attractions, avoiding thrilling activities like skydiving and bungee jumping, and finally, having no other choice, pointed to a picture.
"A commercial street?" Wen Zheng asked the guy following him, "Does this count as a project?" He still remembered how confident Bei Sining was about winning yesterday.
The cameraman put down his camera, called the planner, and got the answer after a while: "You can go. There are interactive booths over there, which count as a project."
Ten minutes later, the two of them stood speechlessly in front of a stall, one with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a bunch of helium balloons.
"...A slingshot?" Wen Zheng twitched his lips, looking at a group of little kids who only reached his knees, chattering and asking their older brother for balloons.
The shop owner smiled broadly: "Hey you two, come and have a go! There's no age limit. Just use your slingshot to hit whatever's in the window, and you can take it home. You're guaranteed to make a profit!"
The slingshot was the kind children play with, very simple, the bullets were colorful plastic beads, but the shop window was more than ten meters away.
How can such a fraudulent stall be placed in an amusement park? A child wouldn't even be able to hit it, let alone hit it from five meters away. Is the stall owner a relative of the amusement park manager?
"I'll do it." Bei Sining confidently took the slingshot handed to her by the boss and asked the cameraman behind her, "One point for each round?"
The cameraman said, "One point for each hit."
Wen Zheng didn't discourage him; he took the handful of balloons and took two steps back.
Bei Sining stood with her feet slightly apart, calm and composed, her eyes under her hat gleaming slightly, her posture extremely handsome and powerful.
He twitched his muscles slightly and pulled back the rubber band of the slingshot—snap!
The slingshot broke.
Bei Sining: "…………"
Wen Zheng: "..."
The toddlers wailed, "The slingshot is broken! The slingshot is broken!"
The next booth was a shooting range.
Bei Sining picked up the gun, wanting to avenge his previous defeat. He didn't quite understand the gun's design, but he had seen and played with it during the escape, so he felt it wouldn't be difficult.
Aim, pull the trigger—who doesn't know how to do that?
Wen Zheng held up a balloon for him, surrounded by a group of new kids. Bei Sining struck a pose, holding his long spear horizontally, feet slightly apart, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, looking incredibly handsome in the camera's view.
With a snap, a plastic bullet sprang from the muzzle, flying softly through the air before falling to the ground before it even reached the shop window.
The toddlers jeered, "Wow—you can't reach it, you can't reach it!"
Bei Sining flew into a rage, threw down her gun, and yelled, "Next!"
Next up was a music rhythm game machine, Taiko no Tatsujin, a tradition spanning hundreds of years. Bei Sining even abandoned the balloons, picking up the drumsticks and pounding away. She hit all the rhythms, but the cameraman said it wouldn't score.
"Why?" Bei Sining asked, puzzled.
"Sorry, even a perfect combo won't score points on the lowest difficulty three-star song."
"…………"
Wen Zheng stepped forward at the opportune moment, stroked Bei Sining's hair, patted his back and said, "This place isn't fun. Come on, I'll treat you to something delicious."
Bei Sining glared resentfully at the Taiko no Tatsujin equipment, still unwilling to give up. Wen Zheng said a few more words before he finally put down his drumsticks and left.
Okay, let's not waste time, we'll practice later.
On the other side of this street are food stalls.
Wen Zheng didn't eat breakfast this morning, but bought two steamed buns on his way here, and now he's a little hungry again.
He bought a box of takoyaki, and Bei Sining, who claimed to be full, ate more than half of it, seemingly finding it fun to eat while walking.
Upon seeing the ice cream truck, Wen Zheng chose mango flavor, while Bei Sining chose strawberry flavor, and they each ate one.
Because the bunch of balloons was in the way, a teddy bear with a red bow tie, who was passing by, offered to take them from them. After Wen Zheng thanked it, the teddy bear followed behind the two of them.
The teddy bear and the pink balloon backdrop made the scene look like it was from a movie.
"Mmm." Bei Sining stuck out her tender red tongue and licked the ice cream ball. She found it cool and sweet, even better than cake, and her mood improved a lot.
"Want to try some of mine?" Wen Zheng pushed the half-eaten ice cream towards the other side. Bei Sining paused for a moment, then lowered her head and licked the tooth mark.
Hmm, it's sweet too.
The cameraman behind him was very satisfied with the footage, constantly zooming in and watching the playback from the beginning.
Suddenly, he saw another dark scene in the replay.
Another pair of live streamers came over face to face, each with an ice cream cone, and were exchanging them.
Wen Zheng had just taken a bite of Bei Sining's mango-flavored drink when he looked up and saw the person who made him feel nauseous. His expression, which had softened, immediately turned cold and hard.
Sugar syrup and lemongrass. These two Xuanyuan family girls are idiots.
The people on the other side also looked surprised when they saw them. It's not a big deal if the composition is the same, it's embarrassing if someone looks worse. If the scene of them exchanging ice cream were edited into the show, Wen Zheng thought Bei Sining would definitely look better than those two idiots on the other side.
It's like they deliberately tried to imitate, but ended up with a poor imitation.
After all, trying to outlick a cat's tongue is just asking for trouble. Who has a cat's adorable little tongue?
That was the tongue that made him fall in love at first sight.
No one can compare.
After Wen Zheng finished thinking to himself, he breathed a sigh of relief, ignored the dumbfounded people opposite him, and brushed past them.
Sugar Honey and Lemongrass: "..."
Their expressions instantly contorted.