Chapter 33 Playing Billiards
"What are you talking about?"
Cong Chun looked up at Duan Mingxiao behind her and explained softly.
"Young master, we were just talking about movies and sharing the persimmon cakes that Grandma made."
Cong Chun's tone carried an obvious hint of excitement.
For a moment, the restless and depressed mood in Duan Mingxiao's heart dissipated; it came quickly and went quickly.
But suddenly, a slight sense of frustration rose in the young master's heart.
She actively shares with others, but not with me.
Cong Chun's heart suddenly skipped a beat, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and a hint of panic flashed in her eyes.
He continued to explain slowly to Duan Mingxiao in front of him.
"Young Master, please don't be angry."
Cong Chun subconsciously grabbed the boy's sleeve, but Duan Mingxiao did not stop her.
However, this left Ji Ruhui, who was watching the commotion from the sidelines, dumbfounded.
You should know that this young master has a severe case of mysophobia. Previously, the young master of the Shi family deliberately dirtied the young master's shoes in order to get his attention.
As a result, the young master first used sarcastic language, which made the young master of the Shi family cry. He leaned forward with snot and tears streaming down his face, but Duan Mingxiao found him disgusting and kicked him without mercy.
Everyone in the circle knows why this young master of the Shi family did this; it's simply because he likes this crown prince.
As a result, the young master took it as him deliberately picking a fight.
Ji Ruhui once asserted that Duan Mingxiao only had racing and games in his eyes, and deserved to be lonely for the rest of his life.
Ji Ruhui stroked his chin. But why is Duan Mingxiao no longer a germaphobe? Someone grabbed his sleeve and told him to hurry up and throw it away, brother.
Duan Mingxiao felt a little better because of Cong Chun's actions.
However, the young master immediately saw that Luo Qing in front of him was a naive and innocent woman.
"Ha, why would I be angry?"
Luo Qing gave Duan Mingxiao a friendly smile.
"Yes, Young Master Duan is known for his good temper in Jinghai City."
The tone was flattering, but it carried a hint of sarcasm.
However, Cong Chun now only had water left in his bag, and the persimmon cakes he brought with him had already been given away.
Seeing this, Luo Qing couldn't help but laugh.
Luo Qing deliberately tasted another bite of the persimmon cake in front of Duan Mingxiao.
"It's so sweet, it's really delicious."
Immediately afterwards, Luo Qing casually took out the gift that the brand had given him a few days ago from his bag.
It was a long, narrow box, no bigger than the palm of her hand, and Luo Qing had no idea what was inside.
His agent just stuffed it into his bag, and he still hasn't opened it.
The boy handed the gift to Cong Chun in front of Duan Mingxiao.
"Thank you for treating me to persimmon cakes. This is a gift for you."
As soon as she finished speaking, Luo Qing grabbed Cong Chun's wrist and placed the gift in his hand.
Cong Chun was a little embarrassed, after all, he had gotten a gift by sharing persimmon cakes, so he was the one who benefited.
Every household in their village makes persimmon cakes, and the village has no shortage of persimmon trees.
He came to Jinghai City to work, and his grandmother packed a lot of things in his bag.
Luo Qing's beautiful fox-like eyes were slightly narrowed, her nose was straight, her lips were thin, her jawline was smooth, and her lips were raised in a perfectly timed smile.
He's an actor, so his physique and appearance are naturally impeccable, and his charisma is top-notch.
Luo Qing is like a rare orchid in a secluded valley, her beauty is full of stories, and she stands out even in a crowd.
He grabbed Cong Chun's wrist and easily encircled it, applying a little force.
Seemingly noticing the hesitation in Cong Chun's eyes, Luo Qing was very understanding.
"Let's just consider ourselves friends."
Cong Chun's heart skipped a beat when he heard this.
Cong Chun never imagined that the movie actor who had left a deep impression on him would become his friend.
[What are you doing? Treating me like I'm dead, sending me a token of your love?]
The voice in Cong Chun's mind exploded in his ears, and only then did Cong Chun realize that Duan Mingxiao's complexion was even worse than before.
What's wrong with the young master?
Do your legs hurt on rainy days?
Grandma's legs would ache on rainy days, probably from chronic rheumatism.
Cong Chun accepted the gift that Luo Qing gave him.
The boy gripped the gift box tightly, his delicate brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of worry showed in his eyes.
Does the young master have rheumatism?
"Young Master, are you feeling unwell?"
"Or we should go see a doctor first."
See that? See that? That's the difference.
[The moment this young master furrows his brow, that fool Chun's eyes will only see him. No matter what gifts he gives, it's all in vain, heh heh.]
Duan Mingxiao was easily coaxed by Cong Chun.
The boy gently pulled Cong Chun by the collar, completely ignoring Luo Qing standing to the side, and led her to the pool table.
"Play pool with me."
Ji Ruhui, who was not far away, raised an eyebrow when she saw Duan Mingxiao's actions.
You're not a brother, you're definitely gay.
Beside the pool table, the young master finally let go of his hand.
The delicate touch of the neck skin still lingered on my fingertips.
Cong Chun felt the tension in his collar finally disappear, and he sighed.
Young Master always likes to carry him like he would a chick.
Cong Chun disliked this.
A match soon began.
Duan Mingxiao lowered his body, gripping the butt of the club with his right hand, his clothes clinging tightly to his back.
Under the light, the smooth lines of his well-developed and strong back muscles are clearly visible, exuding a powerful presence.
Shortly after, with a crisp "snap," the number eight black ball rolled across the table and fell into the pocket.
Duan Mingxiao held the cue at an angle, revealing his strong forearm, and slowly rubbed it from the center of the chocolate powder outwards. His deliberate and methodical movements were quite pleasing to the eye.
Duan Mingxiao is exceptionally talented in sports; he can easily master almost any competitive sport and excel at it.
Ji Ruhui, standing to the side, had a droopy face and casually scratched the pink hair on her head.
Ah Chan, if you're going to show off today, you don't have to use your brothers as cannon fodder.
Duan Mingxiao handed the cue stick to Cong Chun.
[Wait a minute, if Chun Chun doesn't know how, he'll definitely need this young master to teach him. Then... heh heh.]
However, Cong Chun had just memorized the rules of billiards once when his next move surprised everyone present.
He doesn't seem like a complete novice at all.
Cong Chun bent down, her waist looking slender and supple, her long, straight legs resting against the pool table.
Under the overhead light, the fine hairs on the boy's face were clearly visible, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly.
A moment later, looking at the cleared desktop, Ji Ruhui lost again.
Cong Chun was a little embarrassed, but his face showed no sign of strain; he remained calm and composed throughout.
It was easier than Cong Chun had imagined.
Ji Ruhui stared blankly at the empty desktop.
You two are on fire!
Despite his repeated defeats, Ji Ruhui still wanted to save face in front of his girlfriend.
The boy forced himself to keep his composure and made a joke.
"It must be because it's raining and the humidity is too high, affecting my touch."
"Really, Ah-Can? Your buddy's skills are pretty good in the billiards world."
Duan Mingxiao raised an eyebrow, neither confirming nor denying, his tone languid.
"That's really impressive, but once a pig gains intelligence, it's going to start eating people."
Ji Ruhui: ...Let me die, don't stop me.
Hearing this, Luo Qing chuckled softly, and a wicked idea suddenly popped into her head.
He stepped forward, his tone somewhat hesitant, and spoke to Cong Chun, who was setting up the ball nearby.
"You were really amazing just now."
"I'm not very good at it, could you please teach me?"
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