Situ Ming's lips curved into a handsome smile. "Come with me."
Without waiting for a reply, Zhao Xiaoyue naively agreed, "Oh, okay."
The little boy with short legs quickly caught up with the boy in front of him, thinking to himself: Damn it, so what if he has long legs? Why is he walking so fast?
And I secretly vowed that I would grow taller than you.
There's a saying that goes something like this: ideals are lofty, but reality is harsh. When they met again a few years later, Zhao Xiaoyue almost became depressed and banged her head against the wall!
At this moment, Situ Ming, dressed simply and casually, was walking side by side with Zhao Xiaoyue, who was wearing a floral shirt and had bright, clear eyes, and was constantly chattering away.
Situ Ming felt as if there were many sparrows chirping in his ears. He thought that if he had a net, he could catch a few to play with, and then he shook his head and chuckled to himself.
Zhao Xiaoyue's clear voice blended into the hurried pedestrians; cars occasionally passed by on the street; trams made a stop to avoid pedestrians on the tracks; various hawking cries proclaimed the enthusiasm of people for life during the reform and opening up, and a new era began to set sail.
The two soon stopped in front of an arcade.
Situ Ming put one hand in his pocket, and Zhao Xiaoyue was completely bewildered. What was this guy going to do?
The young boy pushed open the door and entered, accompanied by a constant stream of clanging, clattering, and dropping sounds from the game. The owner, a middle-aged, chubby man, glanced at him and held out his thick palm, saying, "Little boy, two for five yuan."
The environment was quite noisy, and there weren't many people around. It just shows that the equipment isn't very advanced.
At that time, there was no rule requiring individuals to be under 18.
Situ Ming, looking rather mature, patted all his pockets, then looked pitifully at Zhao Xiaoyue. Zhao Xiaoyue opened her eyes and immediately understood, "I know, I know."
She was the one who suggested taking him out, so she should be the one to treat him.
No problem!
Then he took out five yuan, put it on the counter, and said to the owner, "It's on me, hehehehe."
He arrogantly raised his chin at Situ Ming, indicating that it was nothing.
The five hundred yuan lying in Situ Ming's pocket: Are we just for show? Don't we have any dignity? Tasteless, making a young girl pay.
The cunning Situ Ming, holding the ticket, walked up to a game machine and asked innocently, "I often hear people say this is a lot of fun, but how do you play it?"
Her beautiful, fair hands fiddled with the game controller, her two arched eyebrows slightly furrowed, and her slender fingers tentatively pressed the buttons a few times.
The scene before her stirred Zhao Xiaoyue's protective instincts; look how pitiful the child is.
This is the simplest Contra game. A child this age should be pampered. It shows how miserable his life must be.
Zhao Xiaoyue has completely forgotten about the "golden thigh" now, because her brain has directed her heart to shut down.
The two sat on the mat, holding game controllers. Zhao Xiaoyue taught the little boy next to her how to use them; she explained carefully, and he listened attentively.
A guy next to me sneered, his face covered in pockmarks, wearing baggy clothes, and playing the classic "Fire Dragon" game on his console. He uttered a few words from his thick lips, "What a fucking piece of trash. Where did this garbage come from? Can't even play properly and still shows up here to embarrass himself."
Several young men playing games nearby burst into laughter, and Zhao Xiaoyue instantly felt insulted.
She stood up, hands on her hips, glared at him, and retorted, "Oh, so talkative! Do you have an extra tongue or something?"
"Tsk tsk tsk, just look at the pockmarks on your face, I can tell you're a psychopath, it's even showing on your face."
"Are you from Dunhuang? Why are you asking so many questions?"
The pockmarked young man: "You, you, you."
Zhao Xiaoyue crossed her arms and glanced at the pockmarked face. "Hey, at first glance, this guy really does look like Aristotle's sister. What a fuss!"
"snort!"
Then he casually sat down and started playing games with Situ Ming.
Situ Ming's smile was incredibly handsome, and Zhao Xiaoyue quickly prayed in her heart: Amitabha, forgive me!
Since it was a public place, those people were embarrassed by Little Chili's taunts and left after playing a few rounds.
There were only a few people left in the arcade.
The boy's deep eyes seemed to be filled with something, and he kept losing the game he was playing.
Then, without saying anything, he looked at the little girl next to him with teary eyes, giving off a feeling of pity.
Zhao Xiaoyue took a deep breath. "Get to the point, brother!"
I can't stand this!
"I think I lost because there was no reward. How about we have another match?"
They even looked very cautious.
Zhao Xiaoyue nodded firmly, "Brother, you're right. What kind of reward do you want?"
Situ Ming was amused by Zhao Xiaoyue's cute appearance, but said reservedly, "If I lose, I'll give you a dollar. I didn't prepare any change today, so I'll give it to you later; otherwise, you give it to me."
Zhao Xiaoyue's almond-shaped eyes lit up. Wasn't this newbie blatantly giving her money? Oh dear, she felt a little embarrassed.
He readily nodded in agreement, "Okay, sure."
The stray hairs on his head also twitched, showing that the owner was quite happy at the moment.
As they played, Situ Ming lost every round, while Zhao Xiaoyue became more and more courageous, her eyes bloodshot with winning. She shouted, "Situ Ming, you should change your name to Situ Stupid! I've never seen such a gentle way of playing! Keep going, I'm going to teach you! I don't believe it!"
Thinking of something, I braked too hard and swallowed the word "newbie" back down. I choked on my own saliva, but I was actually overjoyed inside.
Situ Ming was focused on playing the game and lost again in the tenth match.
She looked very dejected, so Zhao Xiaoyue quickly comforted her, "It's okay, it's okay. Practice makes perfect. It's just ten yuan, right? I don't want it."
Situ Ming glanced sideways at the glint of shrewdness in Zhao Xiaoyue's eyes. Heh, why did you mention ten yuan?
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