"A pair of fours." Yi Beixuan threw down the few cards he had left, holding the last one in his hand and waving it in front of him. "I only have one card left."

"The last one, right?" Mu Qingyun laughed triumphantly, throwing down a few cards. "Four fives, no way, a pair of tenes, a king, no way, the last card, a four."

With the last card played, she once again led the farmers to victory.

Yi Beixuan looked at her, his expression twisting for a moment.

What the heck? Could she be cheating? No, she just learned how to play this game, she shouldn't be.

"Tell me, is it a problem with how you dealt the cards?" Staring at Su Qiluo, who was only smiling and not speaking, Yi Beixuan shifted his focus and turned his anger towards him.

“You guys handle the shuffling and dealing, it’s none of my business.” Su Qiluo handed over the playing cards in his hand. “Here, you deal this time.”

Yi Beixuan took the playing cards, shuffled them in his hand, and then started playing.

However, upon reaching out to touch the cards, he took a look.

Haha, what a terrible hand! It's not even as good as the hand Su Qiluo dealt him. I'm speechless.

Because their stakes were relatively small, just a drink or water, they could rob the landlord without any burden.

Before each major mission, Su Qiluo and Yi Beixuan would relax, and their way of relaxing was by playing cards and mahjong.

Call in a PhD, and then randomly invite a general, and they begin their relaxing life.

"Why isn't there any alcohol? Don't you guys drink?" Mu Qingyun's gaze fell on the snacks beside her. She had been so engrossed in the game that she hadn't noticed there was no alcohol nearby.

There are many fine wines in this era, with more varieties than back then, and she has always wanted to try them.

"They're going on a mission tomorrow. I'm an old man, I can't drink." The Doctor glanced at his hand and thought, "Hmm, not bad, I can take the landlord role."

"Do you have any?" Mu Qingyun turned to look at Su Qiluo beside her.

"Yes, Xiao Bao, open the refrigerator and bring over the wine." Su Qiluo called out, and soon a small, cylindrical robot slid over.

Below are four roller skates, and in the middle are various kinds of alcohol, divided into two types: one with ice and one at room temperature.

Xiao Bao?

"Who is this? I've never seen it before." Mu Qingyun looked at the two small circles flashing red and asked in confusion. She had never seen this little robot before, so how could it move things?

"I forgot to tell you before, this robot was a free gift with the purchase. The quality is so-so, and I don't use it much," Su Qiluo replied. Besides, he was just going to pick up something; he didn't need the robot.

“Master, who are you talking about? Whose quality is just average? My quality is top-notch, absolutely top-notch.”

His stammering words were accompanied by crackling sounds of electricity, and as Xiao Bao spoke, a wisp of smoke rose from the top of his head.

"Alright, shut up, put it into crash mode." Su Qiluo casually grabbed a bottle of room-temperature fruit wine and handed it to her.

"Yes, yes, yes..." Xiao Bao stammered as the two small red circles went out.

interesting.

Mu Qingyun looked at the lump of machinery and twitched her lips. This thing was pretty good. It could understand people's speech and even respond. She could keep it to relieve boredom in the future.

The group played a few more rounds of mahjong until midnight, when the professor finally couldn't stay awake any longer.

"No, no, I can't take this much anymore. My old bones can't handle this. I need to go back and rest." The doctor suddenly pushed away the mahjong tiles in his hand, his eyelids turning into double eyelids, looking extremely tired.

"Okay, pack your things and go to sleep." Yi Beixuan leaned back in the beanbag chair, settling into a comfortable position. "I'll just stay here for one night. I'll have someone come over and tidy up these things tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, the doctor agreed that what he said made sense.

His dormitory was quite far from Su Qiluo's dormitory, so instead of going through the trouble of going back, he decided to rest here for the night.

Thinking of this, he pushed the beanbag chair forward and lay down on the carpet.

Mu Qingyun casually picked up a bottle of liquor, glanced at the two people lying on the ground, then turned to Su Qiluo, raised the bottle in her hand, and said, "I'm not sleepy, I'll go have some more. You two rest here."

After saying that, she picked up the wine bottle and walked towards the second-floor balcony.

Su Qiluo took a few blankets and covered the two of them with them. After thinking for a moment, she took a glass of warm water and went upstairs.

Mu Qingyun was drinking liquor when she heard the noise behind her. She turned around and met Su Qiluo's gaze.

"Why don't you go and rest?" She tilted her head, her face flushed from the wine, and her hair fluttered gently in the breeze, making her look quite different from usual.

"I'm not sleepy." He took a sip of warm water, walked to her side, and the grape-flavored liquor didn't have much of an alcohol smell; it only had a light grape fragrance.

"I might not be able to come back for the Mid-Autumn Festival."

"Oh, okay." Mu Qingyun only hesitated for a moment before nodding in understanding.

It's alright, there's another holiday coming up, she has more time to prepare.

Looking at Mu Qingyun, whose face remained expressionless, Su Qiluo suddenly felt a tightness in her chest.

This feeling, he didn't know where it came from, but it made him feel a little uncomfortable.

In his imagination, Mu Qingyun should be heartbroken. Even if she doesn't act like others, nagging or begging for comfort, she should still feel sad and upset.

However, Mu Qingyun had none of them.

The two of them silently gazed at the scenery outside, the darkness shrouded in moonlight. They didn't speak, yet there was no awkwardness between them.

"You should go back to sleep; it will be dawn soon."

"Mmm." Su Qilu responded, the warm water in her hand had turned into cold water, leaving only a thin layer.

"Wait."

Mu Qingyun turned around, put a thin film on her lips, grabbed Su Qiluo's arm, and suddenly leaned in to kiss his lips.

this……

Su Qiluo subconsciously opened her eyes, then lowered them, only to see Mu Qingyun with her eyes closed.

His earlier emotions vanished instantly, and he closed his eyes and reached out to hug her.

His first kiss was actually through a thin membrane, and it was actually Mu Qingyun who initiated it.

However, even though there was a thin film between us, the feeling was truly wonderful.

After a light, fleeting kiss, Mu Qingyun smiled and placed the liquor in his hand into his, saying, "I'm going to rest first. Take this down for me."

He took the bottle, stared in the direction she left, paused for a long time, then smiled and went back downstairs with the bottle.

The next day, when Mu Qingyun woke up, she made a point of going downstairs for a stroll.

The place where we played last night has been cleaned up, and none of the three people are there. It seems they left early this morning.

She lowered her gaze, suppressed some of her emotions, tidied herself up, and headed to the training ground.