From the moment Ruan Xianxian appeared, Gong Ye's gaze never left her. The world seemed to become a microcosm of him, as if his eyes could only hold her.

Their gazes met in the air, their eyes and brows smiling.

Ruan Xianxian took the lead, gradually quickening her pace as she got closer. Gong Ye then spread out his coat, gripped the edges with both hands, and steadily covered Ruan Xianxian with it.

One raised her swan-like neck, the other smiled and bowed her head. In the instant their coats blocked the view of the outside world, their lips touched briefly, and their foreheads rested together.

"You've arrived! Miyano."

"I've come to pick you up, Xianxian."

Behind her, Xiang Nuan's eyes widened, her face turning as red as an apple.

Mu Xia took the opportunity to pinch him, "If you didn't know better, you'd think it was you kissing Xianxian!"

Because of the obstructed view, Xiang Nuan didn't see the moment their lips met. She didn't know how to describe her feelings at that moment, and just wanted to scream silently.

"Isn't it awesome?" Mu Xia said for her, nodding her head like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Let's go! Get in the car." Mu Xia dragged the person into the antique car next to them with one hand, while Xiang Nuan struggled with both hands, "Let me take another look, let me take another look."

"What the hell are you looking at?" Xiang Hongjun cursed. "It's just a piece of clothing, what's so interesting about it? When we were looking for a wife back then, your mother's shoes were so worn that her toes were showing, and I didn't even look at her."

...

Six people, two cars. Mu Xia and the others stood in front of the restaurant for half an hour in the cold wind before the familiar SUV finally came into view.

Miyano, looking perfectly normal, got out of the car, opened the door, and grabbed Ruan Xianxian, whose face was now covered by a mask.

Bathed in moonlight and the night sky, his smile was incredibly gentle as he patiently coaxed the girl in his arms.

"It's all your fault."

Miyano raised an eyebrow, raised his hand and gently closed the car door, straightening her slightly disheveled collar.

She gave a soft hum, "It's my fault."

Ruan Xianxian took the net bag full of snacks he handed her and glared at him, while Gong Ye leaned against the car door, playing with the hem of his clothes that was about to slip off.

She slightly raised her eyes: "Go upstairs, I'll see you off."

Everyone knows that tomorrow is not only the opening day of the exhibition, but also the day the island nation launches a surprise attack on the machinery factory, so there is no room for excessive tenderness.

Ruan Xianxian left a soft "See you tomorrow" before her figure merged into her companion's. She turned back into the darkness.

Her eyes were upturned at the corners, and she wore a bright smile that only Miyano could understand.

She said: See you in my dreams!

...

Early in the morning, buses of various colors were parked in front of the restaurant, and a little boy selling candy stood in front of Ruan Xianxian with a resentful look on his face.

"You promised, candy even better than White Rabbit!"

Ruan Xianxian peeled a piece of chocolate he handed her and casually tossed it into her mouth, a meaningful smile playing on her lips.

Have you ever heard of Six Oranges?

The blond boy blinked. "I've eaten six oranges, does that count?"

"Of course not." Ruan Xianxian casually crumpled the candy wrapper into a ball and threw it into the trash can not far away, speaking as if it were a real fact.

"The vitamin C extracted from six oranges is incorporated into a piece of orange segment candy. Eating a few pieces of candy every day can not only improve your mood but also supplement your vitamins and minerals."

"Really? I've been to China twice and never heard of this before. Ruan, you're not lying to me."

Orange segment candy is a childhood memory for most people, and its sales volume is many times that of Big Rabbit candy. You may say you have never eaten or drunk malted milk powder, but the memories of those born in the 70s cannot be without orange segment candy.

With a more upscale packaging, who says it can't be exported?

"Get in the car first. There's no benefit in lying to you. If you don't believe me, just ask anyone here. Who hasn't eaten candied orange segments?"

You don't know, but it's highly likely that truly good products aren't exported. I'll take you to try some at the exhibition.

So Jeremiah, who was sitting near the carriage, kept asking throughout the journey, "Have you ever eaten candy made from six oranges?"

"I don't know what it looks like either, but it's said to be a treasure for the growth of Chinese youth."

"You must be surprised too, how the nutrients of six oranges can be fused into a tiny piece of sugar, but when you think about how pharmaceuticals are made, I'm not surprised at all."

Jeremiah kept talking non-stop, while the girl sitting in the passenger seat stared at the small piece of orange candy in her palm with a look of surprise and uncertainty.

She quickly put it back in her pocket, her eyes resolute. Yes, the boy was definitely not talking about the two-cent hard candy in her hand.

Ruan Xianxian kept her eyes closed and didn't participate at all. [Everyone, broadcast the footage from Shotaro's side.]

The exhibition lasted for three days, but the islanders chose to attack the machinery factory on the first day. Besides the fact that the factory's defenses were weakest at this time, they also harbored some reluctance to see China earn foreign exchange.

On the bus next door, Shotaro checked the time again, showing no sign of the urgency of an impending attack. He even chatted with the translator about the products he had his eye on.

The sitting posture was casual, and the two short legs were even stretched out like those of people from the Y country.

After glancing at it twice, I wanted to ask the system to switch the view to Zheng Hongkuan, but the system prompted that Zheng Hongkuan was not within range, as he was beyond the one-mile surveillance range.

Because of her role as a translator accompanying the group, Ruan Xianxian's task was to keep a close eye on Shotaro.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, when she boarded the bus, a staff member assigned her to the next seat, which is the bus she is currently riding on.

According to her mission, she should have been assigned to travel with Shotaro. Perhaps she was overthinking it, but with the system at her disposal, she wasn't worried that the poop would get out of control.

Sure enough, Shotaro didn't make a move the whole way to the exhibition.

The exhibition was held in the Children's Palace, a landmark building in Heilongjiang Province. Armed soldiers were strictly checking people entering and leaving the huge front square.

Just as Ruan Xianxian was being pestered by Jeremiah, she caught a glimpse of Shotaro getting off the bus out of the corner of her eye. Next to him walked a tall man with a white bandage wrapped around his head and a somewhat pale face.

Upon closer inspection, who else could it be but Myron, the man whose head was smashed with a brick at the machine factory that day?

This guy has been discharged from the hospital. Not only that, but he also seems to have a very close relationship with Shotaro.

"Ruan! What are you looking at?" Jeremiah was a curious boy, and as Ruan Xianxian looked over, he let out a sneer.

"Oh! So it's that idiot who can't even walk properly."

"What's the meaning?"

Driven by an animal-like keen intuition, Ruan Xianxian felt that this question was very important.

Jeremiah had a half-smile on his face. "It was the day Myron was discharged from the hospital. He almost fell down the stairs. If that Chink hadn't caught him, he would have been injured much more badly."

As soon as he finished speaking without thinking, Jeremiah felt a chill envelop him, a bone-chilling cold that shot up his spine and made him shiver.

Turning around, she met Ruan Xianxian's emotionless eyes. Realizing what she had said, she swallowed hard and added.

"I meant the squinty-eyed people from that island nation."

Ignoring his attempts to make amends, Ruan Xianxian lowered her gaze and went through the relevant information in her mind...

No, if I put myself in Shotaro's shoes, I'd love for Myron to fall to his death and cause a diplomatic incident, so why would I be kind enough to help someone up?

When dealing with enemy agents, not a single action is superfluous.

A thought struck her, and she abruptly stopped, her breathing quickening: [System! Detect Shotaro, quick!]