The game feels like old times, the chat language feels familiar
Another long text flew over, but this time he deliberately didn't give an answer, as if waiting to be asked: "What's wrong, what is it?" Xue Jiuyue didn't do as he wished, and didn't reply at all, just finished eating the sandwich by himself.
Sure enough, within a minute, he couldn't hold back his saliva and confessed, "Oh, sorry, I was thirsty and went to drink some water. Where were you talking about? Oh, yes, I pinched my fingers. I forgot whether it was my index finger or my middle finger. I found that today is an auspicious day that only comes once in a century. It's auspicious for playing cards. I will be invincible and every battle will be victorious!"
It turned out that "Spit Star" had sent hundreds of words just to invite him to play cards. Xue Jiyue couldn't help laughing, but only replied with three words: "And then?"
"At this time, of course, we must 'follow the will of heaven and respond to the needs of people' and play a few games to achieve the best of life!"
After hesitating for a moment, Xue Jiuyue finally chose not to continue teasing him and replied directly: "Let's go!"
The cool night air couldn't dispel the lingering drunkenness that lingered in the room. The women in the private room had already gone home, leaving Qian Jianjun and Old Zhou's father with endless conversation and endless drinks. Old Zhou sat quietly by their side, waiting...
At first, he was really in high spirits, winning several games in a row. But the good times didn't last long. Mercury retrograde soon set in, and after only three losses, Xue Jiuyue began to complain about his opponent: "What a charlatan! What a bad card!"
"Spit Star" began to complain: "My respected Miss Yue, we have to be reasonable. In ten rounds of cards, we won seven and lost three. The situation is very good, and it is very good, not just good! People are greedy, so don't blame me. What's more, I still have a trick up my sleeve, so don't worry!"
Xue Jiuyue also felt guilty in front of the data, so she agreed to the other party's request and replied: "What trick?"
"This is a supreme skill that is passed down from father to daughter, not from father to daughter. It can only be understood, not explained. Come sit at the top, table 81."
Xue Jiuyue arrived at the appointment and found that "Shui Mo Xing'er" was actually her rival. It was like a dream, and the long-lost sense of familiarity instantly surged into her heart. It was not until the avatar of "Shui Mo Xing'er" flashed out that she was brought back to reality.
"Begin, beautiful. Are you stunned by my unique skills, or are you praying before dinner?"
Xue Jiuyue was amused again, but she didn't reply and just started playing cards. This time, victory was easy. In fact, winning or losing itself was not important. Being wrapped up in that dreamlike, doting happiness was the source of happiness.
As Xue Jiuyue enjoyed herself more and more, she gradually lost track of reality. That was until she won a card game and whispered, "Give me five," intending to high-five. The lack of a response made her heart skip a beat. The empty reality of reality forced her to halt her joyful pace, and a deep sense of loss and inexplicable sadness welled up in her.
Soon, "Spitting Star" sent another long text at the right time.
"Go on, beautiful lady! The situation is favorable now. We should use our remaining courage to pursue the remaining enemies instead of seeking fame by imitating the tyrant. We must treat our enemies as ruthlessly as the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves! Ah, oh my gosh. I am the enemy. Fine, no need to give me face, fire at me!"
The rambling successfully abducted Xue Jiuyue's sadness. However, she was still bored and just replied, "It's boring!"
"It's boring? It doesn't make sense. It shouldn't be like this. I can't figure it out. Why? Is this game boring, or is playing with me boring? I can't figure it out. My heart is pounding. I have to trouble the beautiful lady to give me some advice!"
The words mumbling to himself brought to mind the image of someone scratching their head. Xue Jiuyue only replied with two words: "Guess?"
"Well, card-playing opponents are all the same, but interesting souls are rare. With a witty and humorous opponent like me, with exceptional card skills, the game should be incredibly fun and never tiresome! The most important thing is that I possess my unique Golden Bell Cover and Iron Shirt skills. If you find playing with me boring, you should be blunt and give me a scathing scolding instead of being so subtle. So, you're probably saying that this way of playing is boring. Or that this way of playing can only satisfy lowly tastes like mine, undermining your noble character and insulting your exceptional intelligence. I wonder if my analysis is correct."
Another half-text flew over. It successfully piqued Xue Jiuyue's interest in chatting. "You are so smooth-talking, you are obviously not a good person, and I am too lazy to scold you."
"Spit Star" quickly defended himself: "Oh my god, I'm more wronged than Dou E. Am I not a good person? I respect teachers and classmates, I don't bully children, and I even help old ladies cross the street. If I'm not a good person, then who is? Fellow Daoist, you slander me like this, aren't you afraid that the next time there's thunder, the heavenly tribulation will be more difficult?"
Xue Jiuyue also joked: "If I'm going to strike you, I'll strike you first. You're just being rude and attracting thunder! Do you talk to everyone like this?"
"Of course not. Talking to anyone like that is tiring. My fingers would have broken off long ago, and there's no way I'd pinch them anymore. That's what I make a living with."
This reason seemed to be valid, but it did not completely convince Xue Jiuyue: "I don't believe it. Your name is called "Spraying You in the Face with Spit". Why don't you spray everyone you meet?"
The other party's reasoning was still very fast: "My joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness are not expressed yet, which is called Zhong. When I express them, they are all in moderation, which is called He. I only express them at the right time and the right person. Besides, are all people with the surname Qian rich and powerful? Just because your name is Jiyue, does that mean your thoughts are as clear as the moonlight and the wind?"
Faced with the example of the tampered classics that hit the nail on the head, Xue Jiuyue was speechless and could only ask, "Then why are you arguing with me?"
"In order to shape your image, close your eyes and think about the word 'poor'. Does my portrait appear in your mind?" Although it was still irrelevant to the question, Xue Jiuyue still tried it, and it was just as the other party said.
As if being spied on, "Spit Star" sent a rude message: "So, did the results of your experiment prove my success?"
Xue Jiuyue, of course, denied it and reiterated her question, "I'm not trying! I'm asking why you're targeting me?"
"When I was chatting with you yesterday, I felt like there was a shadow in your heart. Well, this shadow doesn't need to be large. So, out of compassion, I—okay, I admit curiosity also played a role—I wanted to try to comfort you. After all, giving someone a rose and getting pricked by the thorns, oh no, the fragrance lingers on your hands!"
Looking at the other party's pointed "typographical error", Xue Jiuyue replied: "If you are afraid of getting pricked, you can give up. There is no reward. Curiosity kills the cat!"
"If I don't go to hell, who will? Saving the common people is my duty. I just want to achieve success, gain fame, and retire. What reward do I want?!"
"Just chatting is like saving the world, what nonsense!"
"I don't tell lies. If I can't clean my own house, how can I clean the world? If I can't save one person, how can I save the world?"
"You're sometimes a monk, sometimes a Taoist priest, can you be more accurate?"
"Three religions merge into one, Amen..." Xue Jiuyue was delighted by the rambling chat style of "Spitting Star" and replied faster and faster, but the tone of the content still insisted on the final stubbornness: "How can I ask you to be quiet for a while?"
"Spit Star" is still like me: "You say and I listen, and I will immediately transform into a quiet and handsome man, open my arms and turn them into wings to protect you."
"Birdman!" Maybe the two of them started chatting because of "swearing", so Xue Jiuyue had few concerns at this time.
"Did I say something wrong again? Did I cause Miss Yue to speak rudely?"
Xue Jiuyue answered playfully: "No, you just said it yourself."
"Well, okay, beauty is justice. You are a beauty, so you have the final say."
The compromising words of "Spit Star" aroused Xue Jiuyue's suspicion, "Have you seen me? How do you know what I look like?"
"No, you said it yourself just now." "Spit Star" should have copied and pasted what Xue Jiuyue said just now.
Xue Jiuyue was both angry and amused, and also imitated the other party's tone: "Well, okay, your appearance is a flaw. You have the final say because you are not good-looking!"
"Miss Yue, this is exactly what you're doing wrong," Spit Star quickly retorted. "Let's not even mention the fact that I'm as handsome as Pan An and even more handsome than Song Yu. Even at this hour of night, Miss Yue, even if you're just imagining things, please imagine me to be handsome. You have to think of me as a monster. Are you like Li Shimin, constantly having nightmares and needing door gods to keep watch?"
Xue Jiuyue continued the previous atmosphere and joked, "Yes, I need Zhong Kui. I always have nightmares!"
"I'd love to hear more!" "Spitting Star" was unusually succinct, changing the subject directly. Xue Jiuyue was caught off guard, realizing that he had, intentionally or not, hit a nerve. She was about to play dirty and cover it up, but "Spitting Star" added fuel to the fire, "I'm not Zhong Kui, but I'm willing to listen. You may not want to tell others, but you can tell 'yourself.'"
After hesitating for a moment, Xue Jiuyue, no longer pretentious, began to pour out her thoughts on the keyboard: "At first, it was always fragments like being poisoned, hunted, burned, or jumped off a cliff. The frequency of these fragments varied, but every night I was awakened by fear and unable to fall asleep. Later, I couldn't sleep all night, and I didn't dare to sleep."
"Spit Star" was anxiously asking, "It's so serious, why didn't you go to the hospital?"
"I went and tried all kinds of psychotherapy, physical therapy, Chinese and Western medicine, and tranquilizers, but none of them worked."
Xue Jiuyue casually brushed aside a period of deep pain, but "Spitting Star"'s reply successfully diverted her attention. "The more broken the fragments are, the sharper they become, and the more painful they are. If I use hypnosis to try to piece them together as completely as possible, it should be able to provide some relief."
The almost identical statement made Xue Jiuyue involuntarily think of Liu Che's figure and his gentle voice. She even doubted whether the person on the other side of the screen was actually him. However, many facts immediately negated her suspicion. She simply replied, "Yes, my psychiatrist said the same thing."
"Oh, my Gosh! If there is Yu, why is there Liang? He wanted to be a hero and save the beauty, but someone got there first! How was the result?" Although it was a question, "Spit Star" seemed to know the answer, so he returned to "normal".
"The effect is very good. Now even if I have nightmares occasionally, I am not so scared. At most, I still have some trouble sleeping, which is nothing serious." Xue Jiuyue, who was typing with a warm heart, secretly decided that he must treat Liu Che to a meal to thank him.
"Spitting Star" seized the opportunity to recommend himself, "Sleep problems are easy to solve. Find someone to talk to—like me—and talk to them. Once you feel better, you'll naturally sleep well!"
"I didn't sleep well last night!" Xue Jiuyue's reply was a quick slap in the face, but the "Spit Star" was much thicker than she had imagined. "Ah, even though I'm handsome and elegant, it's truly an honor to have such a beautiful woman like Yue toss and turn on us just on our first meeting. How lucky I am!"
"Hey, have some shame! I didn't sleep well last night because of the 'date'!"
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