Chapter 83 Chapter 83

"You're back." Shu Jun came forward and threw something to her. "Want to fight together?"

Rongrong held the new handle he threw to her and stood there, blinking her eyes wide open.

She suddenly understood Shu Jun's riddle: enjoy yourself.

Please make yourself happy. Please yourself. Do what feels good to you.

When she first saw this sentence, she wondered if Shu Jun was just being perfunctory and letting her play by herself.

It was only after last night's indirect hints that Rongrong realized her excessive interest in Zhong Xinwu had led Shujun to misunderstand her. Finally, she had an explanation for his strange behavior since last week.

Uneasy guilt had kept her awake the previous night, and she was determined to find a chance to talk it all out with him today. She knew she'd always been too dominant in their relationship, but thankfully, Shu Jun was willing to play along, even through the arguments, and it was he who took the initiative to show weakness and be tolerant.

This time she was willing to show weakness, but the extremely simple riddle given by Shu Jun made her angry again.

The invitation letter from Zhan Nianqing next door even took into account the means of transportation and clothing, while the simple A4 paper in my hand only had one sentence.

Enjoy yourself, okay, then she would just enjoy herself and not bother with him.

On weekend mornings, if she is in a good mood and the weather is good, she likes to ride her bicycle around, wherever it takes her.

Her outfit was even more casual, with a large T-shirt, wide-leg shorts, and a pair of canvas shoes. She was basically not dressed up at all - today she even put on cosmetic contact lenses and braided her hair in advance, and she was so tired that her upper arms ached. This was already seriously beyond the standard.

She likes to visit several bookstores. If one of them has newly translated foreign works, she will naturally take a look at them and buy them if she likes them.

Then I have to rush home before the temperature rises, but I can't let myself get stuck in. First, I go to my favorite skewers place and grab a large, unhealthy portion of street food for lunch. While I wait for the skewers, I'm not bored either. The owner of the nearby video store always plays something from the past century, like old Hong Kong and Taiwan movies or pixel-art shorts.

Today, she played Super Mario over and over again. I don't know why she never changed it, but it's still fun. She loved playing this game when she was a child, but she never finished it once.

As he watched, he felt itchy and planned to play a round when he got home to see if his level had declined.

She carried the fried skewers, looked up at the sky which was getting higher and higher, and decided to take a taxi back.

Because she was so close to the camera crew, Rongrong almost forgot she was still recording the show, and even forgot about her date. As if it was just a happy and relaxing weekend, she slept until she woke naturally, breathed in the fresh air, and packed a bag of delicious food, ready to go home and play games.

Until the moment the door was opened, Shu Jun, who had been waiting for a long time, stood up. The camera that had been set up in the room was quietly waiting for her.

There was one more person in her weekend.

But this person didn't seem that out of place. He spoke very little and had strong gaming skills. He took her to a new record-breaking level.

The atmosphere between Shu Jun and Rong Rong was still a bit strange. Rong Rong's sharp tongue seemed to have been suddenly suppressed, and her eyes were deliberately evasive. And the usually carefree Shu Jun was strangely silent today, and even seemed a little nervous when you looked closely.

Xu Mu, who was standing outside the door, asked quietly, "It's already the final stage. If they quarrel now, will it work out in the end?"

An Jiyue stared at the screen on the simple monitor and nodded confidently and experiencedly: "No problem."

That's right. If you keep quarreling, it may seem harmonious and interesting, but it will be difficult to break through the paper.

Rongrong was the first to lose control, and started gesticulating involuntarily: "Hey! Over here! Run!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Shu Jun had already passed the Piranha Plant obstacle exactly as she had thought and successfully entered the next level. Rongrong clapped her hands excitedly, opened the bag of fragrant fried skewers, and fed them to Shu Jun, who was holding the handle.

Shu Jun was stunned for a moment, and withdrew his attention from the screen. He lowered his eyes to look at the food that was brought to his mouth, and then looked at Rongrong, whose face was full of excitement.

She didn't seem unnatural at all.

Shu Jun felt relieved. So, what was he still shying away from? He took a bite with a clear conscience and continued forward with Mario.

"It's my turn, it's my turn." Rongrong grabbed the handle. They agreed that each of them would play one level.

"This level is very difficult." Shu Jun reminded with a serious expression.

Rongrong glanced at him and said arrogantly, "It's no big deal."

Ten seconds later, Mario was captured by the white ghost. Rongrong returned the controller to Shu Jun without saying a word.

Shu Jun laughed heartily as always, and generously asked her to do it again, and personally taught her the movements.

The big hand covered with callouses covered the fluffy little hand. Shu Jun controlled the strength and pressed lightly, and Mario accurately avoided the white ghost.

His warm breath was close at hand, and the pleasant minty scent of his body filled her face. She had smelled it the first time he carried her around the villa. Rongrong lowered her head, not paying attention to the screen at all, completely following Shu Jun's instructions.

Shu Jun was always like this. No matter how much trouble she made, he was willing to accompany her seriously. Sometimes, even if it was clearly her who was being unreasonable, he would be kind enough to just smile and resolve the situation, supporting her self-esteem that never subsided.

Rongrong quietly looked at his smooth and peaceful profile, and her nose suddenly felt a little sore.

"Okay, go ahead." Shu Jun sat back in his seat with satisfaction.

Rongrong put down the handle.

She turned around, snatched the fried skewers from Shu Jun's hand that he had just put to his mouth, took a tissue to wipe his lips, and wiped her own lips as well.

She straightened her frail body, obviously wanting to say something.

Shu Jun glanced at Mario, who was about to be eaten, in a panic: "Don't you want to continue playing the game..."

Rongrong shook her head: "I have something to tell you."

Shu Jun pointed at the screen: "Let's finish the game first? Mario is almost dead..."

Rongrong reached out and pulled his shoulders, looking into his eyes seriously, and the sarcasm and world-weariness in her tone disappeared completely.

"My 'interest' in Zhong Xinwu is simply because I want to know more about his life. He is very suitable to be written into my scripts and novels.

"We talked about a lot of things, like art and literature. You don't understand, do you? That's our area of expertise. You talk about coding, algorithms, artificial intelligence, and I don't understand either."

"If you want to know, just ask me. I'll tell you everything bit by bit. I'm not impatient at all, and I don't feel like we have nothing in common. On the contrary, I feel very comfortable and relaxed being with you..."

Rongrong slowly looked around her small living room. There was the eaten Mario on the screen, the half-eaten skewers on the table, and the man next to her who was dressed casually like herself. Everything was harmonious and relaxed. He seemed to belong here and stayed by her side naturally.

She choked up and continued, "I really did the riddle you wrote for me, 'Enjoy yourself.' This is what I do on weekends: I write late into the night, wake up and ride my bike around, buy unhealthy fried food, and then go home and stay in the house all day playing games."

"If this is the date you originally wanted to arrange, then I think this is my favorite date."

Shu Jun's eyes flushed slightly. Rongrong often joked with him, joking and joking, but she had never been so open with him.

This was indeed the date he had arranged. He knew Rongrong would stay up late, that she liked to stay home on weekends watching TV and playing games, that she loved the little shop and the music store next door, and that she had wanted to try to complete Super Mario again a while ago.

So he gave the owner of the video store a few bills and played Super Mario game videos for the whole morning.

He was waiting for her at the finish line. Fortunately, the sofa in Rongrong's house was long enough to accommodate him.

Shu Jun grumbled unwillingly: "Actually, I have arranged more than just these dates."

He took the controller from the table and no longer tried to hold back his strength. Mario seemed to have suddenly transformed into Superman and quickly reached the last level.

Shu Jun put the handle back into Rongrong's hand and gestured for her to come over.

Rongrong was embarrassed: "Are you sure? I've never been here before..."

Shu Jun smiled confidently, stretched out his long arms and gently wrapped them around her petite body, holding her hands with both hands.

"Don't worry, I'm here."

Mario nimbly jumped over the Piranha Plant, avoided the Charizard, and leaped over a field of spikes, finally getting within a step of the princess.

Shu Jun looked down at her: "Go forward."

A line of words suddenly appeared on the screen: Like you Rongrong.

Mario and the princess were also replaced with cartoon characters from a photo of Shu Jun and Rongrong.

Shu Jun's voice was right next to her ear, a little nervous and a little expectant: "Do you like it?"

Rongrong dropped the controller, raised the back of her hand to wipe away the tears she couldn't hold back, and still asked proudly, "What do you like? What do you like? The game, or you?"

Shu Jun really thought about the answer, but before he could confirm it, the girl had already opened her arms and hugged him.

"I like them all."

Rongrong skipped the thought of executing the instruction for him, and Shu Jun didn't hesitate any longer and reached out to hug the person in his arms.

The observers from Group C and Huayi Building cheered in unison.

"The bickering couple has finally become a couple!"

"So sweet! A programmer's romance!"

"Oh my god, I'm never playing Super Mario again. How can I concentrate on getting through a level when it's all just candy from these two?"

Rongrong suddenly remembered something and patted Lu Ye, signaling him to let her go first.

She ran into the utility room, and after a moment she brought out a hard box and carefully placed it in front of Shu Jun.

"Open it and take a look," she said.

Inside was a pair of lightweight and compact pink dumbbells, exactly the same as the mint green pair she had given Shu Jun before.

Rongrong shyly lifted the cuffs of her large T-shirt and showed her upper arms to Shu Jun.

"I've been coding for years, so my biceps and triceps are weak, and I have some armpit fat. I've been wearing these big T-shirts with sleeves that reach to my elbows just to cover my upper arms.

"I bought two pairs of dumbbells because I want you to give me a private lesson. Actually, there are some really nice little camisoles that I'd like to wear sometimes..."

Shu Jun couldn't help laughing as he weighed the lightweight entry-level dumbbells.

He held the dumbbell in one hand and pinched her upper arm, which had little muscle, with the other hand. He smiled and nodded: "Okay, you will have a personal trainer from now on."

"Or exclusive?"

"Of course, it's still exclusive."