Chapter 81 Chapter 81 Director Ke Beiding’s Organization Day, Family Sacrifice Never Forgets…
49.
"What?"
I looked in the direction of Binga's gaze with confusion, but maybe because I was still lying on the ground, I couldn't see anything, so I could only struggle to support my upper body with my hands behind my back.
Oh no, I saw two tall black figures walking steadily on the snow not far away.
Very familiar.
The leader was Gin, his long silver hair blending into the snow, the hem of his black windbreaker blown up by the wind, and Vodka, who was wearing sunglasses and holding a brown paper bag in his hand, was following behind him as always... This scene was very similar to the anime scenes I had seen countless times.
Oh, she is so beautiful~
"Tsk, they're everywhere." Binga whispered beside me, his tone filled with a bit of excitement as if he was looking for chaos in the world.
"Tsk, I was already stunned, and you really ruined the atmosphere." I couldn't help but glared at him.
"Wow, Yingzi, whose side are you on?" Binga said unhappily.
"Ah, if you ask that..."
Gin walked up to us in a few steps. He first glanced coldly at Binga, who was squatting beside me with a stern face and then looked defiant when he saw him, and then his eyes fixed on me.
He frowned slightly, his voice even colder than the weather: "Lying on the ground, aren't you cold?"
He leaned down, reached out without hesitation, grabbed my arm, and shoved me out of the cold snow. His movements weren't exactly gentle, but they didn't hurt either. Before I could even scream, I was tumbling headfirst into his bare, bulletproof arms.
After he stopped, he didn't let me go immediately. Instead, he used his free hand to swat the snow and ice stuck to my hair and clothes. His palm was big and strong, and the slapping made my down jacket make a strange rhythmic sound.
Well, it seems that Gin’s elegant music was not listened to in vain (?).
Like a child caught playing and getting dirty, I stood obediently and let him pat me. I even turned around to let him shake the snow off my back. But when he wasn't paying attention, I secretly stuck out my tongue at Binga next to me.
Vodka took a step aside, silently blocking Binga. He handed over the hot drink cup in the paper bag in his arms: "Yingzi, that hot cocoa you were talking about yesterday."
"Oh my God, vodka!" I took the hot cocoa and immediately felt the heat transfer through my gloves to my skin, making my hands warmer.
Gin helped me brush off the snow, then glanced at Binga who was sitting leisurely next to me, and the displeasure in his eyes became more obvious.
I was keenly aware of the subtle atmosphere, and my eyes rolled around, and I even forgot my original intention of using Binga to help me find someone.
"Zhen! Vodka! You came just in time!" I held the hot cocoa in one hand and excitedly grabbed Gin's arm with the other, shaking him. "We were having a snowball fight! But Binga was bullying me and using his strength to crush me! Come on, come on, join me, it's three against one, let's get revenge!"
"Huh?" Binga yelled first. "Three against one? Do you want to listen to what you're saying? Is this what you call fair?"
"How is it unfair?" I retorted confidently, and began my deception. "Look, as for me, you know I can't beat you, so I'm lucky I'm not holding you back. Well, I'm the one holding Gin back. Vodka is the one holding me back, so in reality, the real showdown is between you and Zhen!"
I snorted triumphantly, raised my chin, and looked at Binga with a provocative look. "Really, Binga? Are you afraid to challenge Zhen head-on? Oh my God, are you afraid of losing?"
Provoking someone as competitive as Binga always works. Sure enough, he immediately took the bait, his eyes blazing with fighting intent. "I'm afraid of Gin? What a joke! Come on! Gin, do you dare to have a one-on-one duel? Let's see who throws the snowball more accurately?"
Gin looked at us expressionlessly, with one eye reading "childish" and the other reading "boring." He clearly had no interest in this childish game and might even feel a little embarrassed.
"I'm busy." He refused succinctly and turned around as if he wanted to leave.
"Zhen--!" I immediately used my clingy skills, handed the hot cocoa to Vodka for temporary safekeeping, hugged his arms with both hands, and almost hung on him, and started to coax him, "Just play for a while! Look how nice the snow is today! We never had a snowball fight during the Chinese New Year. I really want to have a proper snowball fight with snowballs thrown around. Please~ Zhen-chan~ that's the best~"
I drawled, rubbing my cheek frantically against the cool fabric of his trench coat.
Gin's body stiffened for a moment, and he looked down at me hanging on him like a koala. His brows furrowed even tighter, but the ice in his eyes had obviously disappeared a little.
He was silent for a few seconds, and finally uttered a sound from his throat: "...Trouble."
This is tacit consent!
I immediately cheered, let go of him, and turned to Binga and Vodka and announced, "Alright! Let the game begin! Teams will be divided: Gin, Vodka, and Yingzi vs. Binga's Lone Wolf Team! The goal is to make the other team surrender or leave them with nowhere to escape! No weapons allowed! Start!"
It is important to emphasize that weapons are not allowed to be used. As Gin and Binga were fighting, I was afraid that they might get too excited about the snowball fight and it would turn into a physical confrontation and they would start using guns.
I don’t know about Binga, but Gin didn’t wear a bulletproof vest today... Although Gin will definitely win, he can’t suffer a loss!
Genius, I am a little genius known far and wide.
The genius praised himself, and before anyone else could react, the even more genius himself quickly rolled up a soft snowball and threw it at Binga - although unsurprisingly, it was easily dodged.
Although Vodka was a little confused, since his eldest brother acquiesced, he had no choice but to join the battle and started squatting next to me to make snowballs - oh, it is not ruled out that he wanted to help me block Binga's attack.
It’s okay if he doesn’t want to. If Binga throws a snowball at me, I will definitely grab him and use him to block it.
Yes, my friendship with vodka is so plastic.
What's wrong with plastic? Plastic has a long shelf life and definitely doesn't degrade easily.
Besides, if Binga really hurt me, I would definitely complain to Gin, and Vodka would have no chance of escaping, hehe!
The three of us were fighting fiercely, but Gin... was still standing there, as if he hadn't fully gotten into the game yet.
I guess my acting cute and naughty just made him decide not to leave for the time being, and he still had no intention of really participating in the childish snowball fight game.
But it doesn't matter, Binga won't let Gin go. I was the one attacking him, and he threw the snowball directly at Gin.
Just as the snowball was about to hit Gin in the face, he just tilted his head slightly, and the snowball flew past his silver hair.
"Wow, so handsome." I exclaimed in a cowardly way.
Binga made a "tsk" sound of disappointment, and Gin and I looked at each other without any expression.
However, the next second, Gin moved.
He didn't even bend down to make a snowball. He just picked up a handful of snow with his toes, shook his wrist in the air, and the snowball flew out like a bullet with amazing speed and accuracy, hitting Binga's chest as he was preparing for a second attack.
"Puff!" The snowball exploded, and Binga was knocked back a step, his face full of disbelief.
"Wow!!!" I jumped up excitedly, "That's amazing!"
Binga's competitive spirit was piqued, and he started taking it seriously. Vodka gradually found his rhythm, and although he was slow, he still managed to make big, solid snowballs. My main role was to harass him from the sidelines—no, to cheer him on and occasionally throw a few harmless snowballs at Binga.
The battle suddenly intensified. Snowballs flew through the air, accompanied by my shouts and Binga's defiant grunts. Gin always seemed at ease. He didn't move much, but each strike was precise and efficient, his snowballs always finding their way to Binga at tricky angles. Binga, despite his agility, gradually lost ground to Gin's crude, rough-hewn style.
In the end, with the help of Gin's perfect "three-hit combo" and Vodka's "mountain falling" snowball, Binga was finally forced into a corner. He looked at me who was following him triumphantly and surrendered helplessly.
"Yeah! We won!" I cheered and rushed to Gin, grabbed his arm and jumped up and down.
In fact, the contribution rate was zero, but the amount of exercise was not less at all. I was sweating all over, my cheeks were flushed, and the loose hair on my forehead was wet with sweat. I looked up at Gin with shining eyes.
Gin looked down at me excitedly, and the corners of his lips raised slightly.
He reached out and gently brushed away a snowflake that had landed on my eyelashes with his fingertips.
"Have you had enough fun? Let's go back."
Binga brushed off the snow on his body, still refusing to admit defeat: "Humph, you guys are awesome."
"We are already very good." I said, shaking my head.
Binga: “…”
"I don't accept it, that's the look in your eyes that shows I don't accept it. If you don't accept it, I'll beat you until you accept it. Zhen, don't stop me. I'm going to beat Binga until he accepts it today. Hey, don't..." I said loudly, rolling up my sleeves, as if I was going to continue fighting with Binga. My right hand didn't forget to pretend to pull away Gin's hand that was blocking me, hey, wait?
I looked over there in confusion.
Meeting my gaze, Gin scoffed, "I wasn't stopping you."
I:"……"
Binga: “Ha!”
"There's an old Chinese saying, 'He who knows the current affairs is a hero.'" I grabbed Gin's hand and placed it on my waist, pretending that Gin was stopping me. I said to Binga, "There's also a saying, 'A good friend is a best friend, and a bad friend is an enemy. Since you're my best friend, I advise you to run away now."
Binga didn't bother to pay attention to me. He turned his eyes away from my face and said to Gin, "Go back and tell this guy to be careful. He's been outside for so long today, don't let him catch a cold."
50.
I suspect Binga is my enemy, otherwise why would he be so unlucky!
Yes, my family, I am sick, and it can be said that I am seriously ill.
No, I know I'm fragile, but how could I be this fragile? Just lying in the snow, having a snowball fight, and working up a sweat, I'd pass out?
Perhaps it was because of the illness that I was confused. I couldn't even open my eyes. I grabbed the hand that was testing my forehead for temperature and began to mutter: "Director Ke Beiding, on the day of the organization, don't forget to tell Naiying about the family sacrifice."
"What?"
Such a familiar voice, it seems to be Gin.
Phew, luckily I spoke in Chinese. If I had spoken in Japanese, I don’t know whether I would have died of illness first or been beaten to death by Gin who would have realized that I was disloyal to the Black Organization.
Compared to my burning face, Gin's hands were cool.
I held Gin's hand that was pressed against my forehead with both of my own, and tried to drag his hand to my burning cheek, rubbing it, and said, "Well, this hurts."
Gin's hand hesitated for a moment, then rubbed my chin with his fingers. His voice sounded surprisingly gentle: "Will this make you feel better?"
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