Chapter 127 Chapter 127 Toothache Explodes! ...
Toothache super outbreak!
The player who was praising the system's candied haws handheld item a few hours ago can no longer bear to hear the word "hawthorn".
Seeing Wen Qian covering his face and staring gloomily at Sugar Snowball's movements, Lin Huai paused. This expression——
"Have you ever had a toothache from eating too much hawthorn before?"
It was the same expression he had when he ate too much hawthorn.
Is this the feeling you get when you see hawthorn now and remember eating too much hawthorn before?
"It's not in the past," Wen Qian said sternly, "it's happening now."
"Okay." Lin Huai pushed the plate aside and said casually, "How much did you eat?"
"Ten candied haws."
Lin Huai: “……?”
"What are you doing?"
"Call 120."
"Wait, wait, wait—" Wen Qian stopped Lin Huai's movements, "It's just a little buckled tooth, it's not serious!"
Seeing Lin Huai's disbelieving expression, Wen Qian quickly took out a gift and stuffed it into his arms, trying to divert his attention.
"This is a gift for you."
"Did you buy it when you were traveling?" Lin Huai asked subconsciously. The two sentences of conversation he heard in his dream last night suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Yes." Wen Qian nodded and continued, "I just went to Xiaozhu's place and gave her her gift. This one is for you."
Lin Huai weighed the heavy box in his hand, and for a moment he couldn't think of what souvenir would be in it.
When Wen Qian said he had just come from Zhou Zhu's house, he casually asked, "What did you give her?"
"It's a set of books, which seems to be specifically about love skills." Wen Qian thought for a while and said.
Hearing this, Lin Huai immediately realized why Zhou Zhu wanted that set of books.
"Is she preparing a new story?" Lin Huai opened the box, revealing a corner of dark fabric inside, and paused.
Why does this color look so familiar?
"When I went over, she mentioned it to me a few times, saying she had some inspiration and seemed ready to write..."
Listening to Wen Qian's brief narration of the story, Lin Huai's expression became slightly subtle.
Putting aside the horror parts that were so typical of Zhou Zhu, why did this story sound so much like the dream he had last night?
"Why don't you open it?" Wen Qian watched Lin Huai unpack the box halfway and suddenly stopped, then raised his hand to take the box from him. "Stop dithering, let me help you open it!"
She opened the box swiftly and handed the contents to Lin Huai.
Lin Huai looked at the extremely heavy stack of cloth in his hand and was stunned for a moment: "What is this?"
He shook out the fabric—well, it was too big to shake out.
He unfolded a corner of the fabric and took a look, his expression hesitant: "Is this... a curtain?"
"Yes!" Wen Qian said cheerfully, "I specially prepared this gift for you. What do you think?"
Lin Huai carefully folded the curtains.
He didn't expect that Wen Qian would actually give him a normal gift, and it was exactly what he needed.
but--
Why do these curtains look so similar to the ones he customized before?
Hearing Lin Huai's question, the player smiled slightly.
"Well, you can ask the magic fishing rod."
Does it look like the custom one?
No.
These are your custom curtains!
——————
I went around the homes of friends whose addresses I knew and completed my New Year's greetings to a few of them.
But that’s not enough.
From an efficiency perspective, this was a bit too slow, contrary to her original idea of winning by quantity.
How can we win if we can’t even increase the quantity?
You only regret not having enough NPCs when you need them!
"So this is why you asked me to set up a stall with you?" Loren said with a smile.
Wen Qian walked slowly beside him, carrying a lot of bags, including an easel, pencils and other painting tools.
This afternoon, Loren caught a little Wen fighting a wasp in his own garden.
The player who just came to visit a friend did not expect to trigger this intense [Eliminate Harm for the People] mission and was caught in a difficult battle.
The moment Loren saw this scene from upstairs, his heart almost stopped beating. Without time to think, he immediately rushed to the garden with his tools.
However, the wasp ignored him and chased Wen Qian the whole time.
——The player’s hatred value was kept very stable, and the wasp ignored the other person present.
Fortunately, no one was injured in the end.
After carefully asking several times and confirming that Wen Qian was indeed not injured, Loren called back the number he had made before and told the person not to come.
After hearing what the young master said on the other end of the phone, the rescue workers who were on the way and fully armed looked at each other in bewilderment - what did it mean to fight a hornet without any measures, win a great victory and not suffer any harm?
"Are we still going then? We've already collected the money."
"Go back and think of it as picking up some money for free."
The player was not injured, it was purely due to the excellent positioning arranged by the system.
Loren was not injured, mainly because the wasp kept chasing Wen Qian throughout the whole process and did not take other people into consideration at all.
Loren breathed a sigh of relief, but a hint of doubt arose in his heart.
——How could there be a wasp?
The garden is taken care of by a dedicated person who checks the growth of the plants every now and then. It is impossible for a hornet's nest to be built under such circumstances.
"Because I didn't meet them here!" Wen Qian said bluntly, "I met them on the way here. They chased me for half an hour."
Chasing, running, and fighting all the way, the high-intensity work of the skis consumed two full popsicles.
Loren: "...Are you really not bitten?"
My heart, which had just been put at ease, became heavy again half an hour after I heard Wen Qian's words.
"Don't worry." Xiao Wen proudly raised his thumbs, "Speed through without any damage!"
Loren didn't expect that his first meeting with Wen Qian during the holidays would be like this.
Not saying hello the first time you meet someone is like hitting a hornet.
The player who had completed the New Year's greetings mission held the milk tea handed to her by Loren and regretfully said that she had not found Lu Yanbai - she found out that he was not at home after she went there.
"So, I'm the better choice, right?" Loren raised his eyebrows slightly. "I won't let you come here in vain."
Wen Qian remembered his original purpose and sighed: "But I'm not just going to visit him to wish him a happy new year, I have other things to do."
"What is it? Maybe I can help you?"
Wen Qian paused and said sincerely, "Let's just forget it."
"That matter depends a lot on luck. Your luck..." Wen Qian thought of the last Christmas when he opened the blind box, "It was too bad."
Loren: ?
She had wasted too much time in Loren. At this rate, even if she continued to travel non-stop, she could only visit a few more people.
The efficiency is really too low.
On the way here, Wen Qian tried to cast a wide net and say Happy New Year to everyone he met.
Those who received the blessings looked very happy, but unfortunately the system determined that this did not count as completing the task.
The scope of the task was actually quite broad; anyone who knew the person could be considered successful. However, a stranger who had barely spoken to anyone and whose name I didn't even know clearly didn't fall into that category.
The player keenly grasped the key points of the task - knowing the name, talking, and blessing.
Is there any way to know someone's name while talking to them?
The figure of an old acquaintance slowly emerged in Wen Qian's mind.
"I'm going to set up a stall!"
One second he was talking to Loren about his paintings, and the next second the topic suddenly changed.
Loren almost couldn't follow her train of thought: "Setting up a stall?"
"That's right." Wen Qian made his own calculations, "Do you want to come with me?"
She turned her head to look at Loren, and when her eyes fell on the painting in his hand, she changed her tone: "You must come with me!"
Without time to think, Loren, at Wen Qian's urging, brought his painting tools to a famous temple tourist attraction.
A small stall was set up, and a sign with the word "Calculate" written on it was placed in front of the stall.
The tables, chairs and all the materials used for the stall’s sign were provided by sponsor Loren.
How can you make passersby take their guard down, willingly tell you their name, and be willing to talk to you for a while?
——Tell him his fortune.
Fortune teller Xiao Wen and her assistant make a temporary appearance!
The solution was thought of, but how to attract customers was also a difficult problem. Fortunately, Wen Qian thought of a solution at the very beginning.
——Free fortune-telling, and a free sketch for the first ten customers.
The little assistant, who had been reduced to a gift, quietly set up an easel beside the fortune-telling stall.
Loren never thought that one day his paintings would become gifts, or even gifts for fortune-telling.
When Loren heard Wen Qian say he wanted to set up a stall, he readily agreed and strongly supported it, but he obviously did not anticipate the subsequent developments.
I don’t know if it’s because of the temple or the temptation of sketching, but there are actually a few more customers at the stall.
The player knew nothing about fortune-telling, but she knew how to praise people. She showered them with compliments, and every customer left with a dazed and happy expression.
The task that I had only succeeded a few times in the whole morning, after setting up the stall, the growth rate doubled rapidly.
Poor Loren was just sharpening his pencils the whole time, and the knife in his hand never stopped.
"There's a small shop nearby. Can I buy you an automatic pencil sharpener?"
“No, this one is cut differently.”
Loren stopped and said slowly, "Wen Qian, are you concerned about me?"
Wen Qian: “…Yes!”
Loren's smile paused, and a look of doubt appeared on his face. He put down the knife and slowly approached Wen Qian.
"Really?"
"Of course it's true!" Wen Qian said seriously, "Don't let your imagination run wild. This has nothing to do with worrying about declining efficiency. I'm mainly concerned about you."
Loren turned sideways to look at Wen Qian, as if accepting this statement, and raised his hand to touch her forehead.
"Just take what you say as true."
Wen Qian looked at him in confusion. Why did it feel like he was trying to hold back his laughter when he said this?
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Last night's terrifying dream caused great psychological harm to Bai Qi. He shared this with Zhao Fu as soon as he woke up in the morning. He suspected that staying up late playing games made him feel poorly, so he had strange dreams.
When Zhao Fu said that he also had a very scary dream, Bai Qi became more certain of his thoughts.
It was just a casual chat, but when Zhao Fu mentioned the monster he saw in his dream, Bai Qi's face changed.
He dreamed about it too!
The two compared their dreams and found that they had similar dreams, which made the already scary dreams even more bizarre.
"I don't think it's right. It's okay that we both had nightmares at the same time, but how come even the contents of the dreams were similar? This is too weird, isn't it?"
Zhao Fu asked Bai Qi to come out, and after they discussed it, they decided to go to the temple for a walk to calm down.
Zhao Fu, who was burning incense and praying for peace and health, casually asked Bai Qi what he was praying for.
"Oh, I prayed for health, academic success, wealth, love, and to get rid of disasters..."
Zhao Fu: "...Are you telling me the names of the dishes?"
"Since you're here, is this the only thing you want?"
Zhao Fu was silent for two seconds and immediately walked back.
"Wait a minute, I'll be right back."
On the way out of the temple, the two people talked about their dreams and finally decided to go to bed early and get up early in the future.
"Come to think of it, Wen Qian seemed to have sent me a message, telling me to go to bed early."
"I also received... Wen Qian??"
"I know it's Wen Qian. Why did you suddenly call her name so loudly—" Zhao Fu followed Bai Qi's gaze and looked not far away, and suddenly lost his voice.
Is it really Wen Qian?!
"What is she doing, setting up a fortune-telling stall?"
Bai Qi guessed: "Maybe? But why did she draw a black spot on the side of her forehead?"
Wait, the back of the person next to Wen Qian looks familiar too.
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