May the reviewers live a long and prosperous life! They just wanted a hug, please let me go, please let me go.
"I don't want to hear that kind of analogy."
When he heard Zhou Ping say that, Chu Changliu's expression froze. After thinking for a moment, he said, "What if it were someone else? Even if someone else held a sword and stabbed me in the heart... uh?"
His ahoge (cowlick) trembled as the person in front of him almost fiercely sealed his lips, silencing all the words he was about to say.
Chu Changliu almost weakly reached out and pressed against Zhou Ping's chest; he hadn't finished speaking...
Just as he was about to tilt his head back to avoid it, he was immediately pursued and kissed. A hand gripped the back of his head, leaving him nowhere to retreat.
When I met his downcast dark eyes, I saw the heartache in them.
...
"No more," Chu Changliu said, covering his swollen and red lips with one hand and pushing Zhou Ping's shoulder with the other.
Zhou Ping reached out and cupped his face, then lowered his head and pressed it against his, gently pecking at his delicate and handsome features again and again. "Then don't say anything more."
"I don't want to hear it. That kind of thing can't possibly happen."
Chu Changliu replied in a low voice, "I know... I won't say if I don't want to."
After saying that, he muttered, "Stingy."
The next moment, when he looked up and saw Zhou Jing staring calmly into his dark eyes, his heart tightened.
Was it overheard?
Realizing something was wrong, Chu Changliu took a step back, a smile on his face, "Ah... 019 called me home for dinner."
019, currently reading lame jokes in the system space: ?
A hand with distinct knuckles reached out and gripped his waist. "Where are you going?"
"...Stop eating me." Chu Changliu was the first to give in. He was always released only when he was almost out of breath, and he was really scared.
Zhou Ping reached out and patted his head, saying earnestly, "I'm not stingy."
Chu Changliu: ...
Okay, whatever you say.
Chu Changliu's stay was not long. He would only regain consciousness after being struck by lightning or electrocuted by 019, and the longest he could stay awake was no more than an hour.
It's unclear what 019 said to Zhou Ping in private, but Zhou Ping seemed to accept Shang Yan's situation well.
The two walked for a while, and Shang Yan, who had been walking with his head down, reached out and hooked Zhou Ping's hand.
How did we get here from the library?
Zhou Ping squeezed his hand. "Maybe it's because you want to win a prize from a scratch-off lottery?"
"Did you win the lottery?" Shang Yan asked with great interest, as he was very familiar with winning the lottery.
He was never free when he was drawing lots.
“We won. That’s enough for us to live on for a long time,” Zhou Ping said with a smile. “But all the money is with me.”
"Wow, that's amazing! We're rich now! I'm going to splurge a little and buy you a hundred orange-flavored candies!"
“…You can’t buy so many, they’ll ruin your teeth.” Zhou Ping frowned slightly. “Have you decided which school you want to apply to?”
"I have a bold idea, let's open a shop together, how about a bookstore? Or a bakery?" Shang Yan's personality was always unconventional, and so was his thinking. "A bookstore is good. If you talk less, it won't stop you from selling books. You can support me by selling books?"
Zhou Ping:......
That idiot really does whatever comes to mind.
"It's not impossible. Where would you like to open it?" The money you just won should be enough, right?
Shang Yan was really thinking it over. After a while, he pulled Zhou Ping forward and said, "We still need to solve the money problem first... Let's go to that scratch-off lottery over there!"
And so, after the money was deposited into his account again, Zhou Ping had 2,156,000 yuan in his bank account.
This money is more than enough to open a small bookstore, and even... enough to buy a house?
Shang Yan was still grinning foolishly when 019 flew to Zhou Ping's ear, stretched out its slender arm and poked him, "Don't let him shave you anymore."
Zhou Ping's eyes flickered, and he asked with some difficulty, "Are there side effects?"
Is it too late for him to return the money now?
“No, he’s just naturally lucky,” 019 said, hands on hips. “But he can’t use his luck too much in this world, since he’s not from this world. He might get rejected.”
This is what the main system said. After all, beings that are not from this world possess a kind of luck that beings from this world do not have. It's one thing to have it, but to use it here. How could this world not reject Shang Yan?
Zhou Ping realized the seriousness of the situation. He reached out and grabbed Shang Yan, who still wanted to buy lottery tickets, and said sternly, "That's enough. You're not allowed to go anymore, and you can't scratch these anymore."
"I'll earn it myself from now on." She absolutely couldn't let Shang Yan participate in such activities anymore. What if he was excluded one day and they couldn't find him in this world?
Zhou Ping felt like the sky was about to fall just thinking about it.
Shang Yan turned his head in confusion, "But..."
"No buts. You are not allowed to participate in any of these kinds of activities from now on." Zhou Ping picked him up horizontally, his face tense.
If he had known it would be like this, he would have washed dishes for ten years to earn money rather than let Shang Yan go to win any prizes.
Seeing that he was pursing his lips tightly, Shang Yan felt a little helpless and reached out to touch his face. "I didn't do anything, wife, don't be angry. I won't shave anymore."
Zhou Ping carried him away from there, his voice muffled as they walked, "Shang Yan, I don't want you to leave."
"Huh? I didn't leave," Shang Yan said, her face slightly flushed as she reached out and hugged his neck. "We're clearly together right now."
They're still hugging each other.
“…Hmm.” Zhou Ping silently hugged Shang Yan and took him back to his dormitory.
People they encountered along the way all turned to look at them. Both of them blushed and lowered their heads. Shang Yan reached out and pushed him, "Even like this, aren't you going to put me down?"
"No," Zhou Ping said, his eyes lowered. His face was much redder than Shang Yan's, but he just wouldn't let go, and even hugged her tighter.
The two of them blushed deeply, and the blush only faded slowly after they returned to their dormitory and the world became quiet.
Shang Yan's decision to take the college entrance examination was made, and he spent almost the entire remaining three months in the library.
Having reached a higher level, his mind and soul are now stable, and he no longer suffers from abstract mental illness in the afternoon.
On the day of the college entrance examination, Zhou Ping got up early to bring Shang Yan breakfast. The examination site was not far away. After sending Shang Yan into the examination room, Zhou Ping experienced the feelings of an old father for the first time.
He sat in the restaurant across from the school, glancing towards the school gate every now and then, and had definitely turned into a waiting-for-husband stone.
019 appeared in front of Zhou Ping with a thud. It was also very nervous, nervously rubbing its lines together.
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