[Of course, if she's in a good mood and remembers what happened back then, I might even come out ahead.]
[After all, I still remember wearing black stockings, hehehe...]
Looking at Luo Chen, who was two-faced, Ling Qingyi was almost speechless.
The beginning was fine, but the end completely ruined the atmosphere.
It seems there's still an ulterior motive behind today's events!
However, Luo Chen's intentions were good; he genuinely wanted to make Ling Qingyi happy.
There are many things to be happy about, and many choices to make, but among all those choices, eating should be the top priority.
Playing comes second.
The saying "Food is the first necessity of the people" naturally carries more than one meaning.
It is a diversity of choices.
Of course, I've known and understood them since childhood.
Ling Qingyi never goes to the snack street and almost never eats food from outside.
Everything is arranged and prepared by someone else; there's no need for me to think about it or to like it.
Therefore, in order to fill this gap.
This was the first thing Luo Chen thought of.
Let Ling Qingyi experience the joy of the snack street first.
Of course, whether they are happy or not is still unclear.
Ling Qingyi remained silent when she heard the words "eat whatever you want".
First of all, she's not a pig and can't eat that much. Besides, just because there are many kinds of food on the food street doesn't mean she likes them all.
Secondly, if it weren't for that previous remark, she would actually still have been pleasantly surprised.
but……
Now, I'm speechless.
However, before the speechless mood could even begin to unfold, Luo Chen's next words left Ling Qingyi somewhat taken aback.
Luo Chen pulled out a hundred-yuan note and said with a smile, "Although I'm telling you to eat whatever you want, this is all I have on me. If I think about it carefully, it should be enough."
"???"
I thought Luo Chen would act like a nouveau riche and then say that he, the young master of the Luo family, would pay for all the expenses tonight.
But the appearance of this hundred yuan caught everyone off guard and left them unable to react.
Are you sure this hundred yuan is really enough?
Ling Qingyi looked at Luo Chen with an uncertain tone and a slightly surprised look in her eyes.
She didn't eat much, nor would she choose to overeat just because she was too familiar with Luo Chen.
But she understands very well that with soaring prices these days, it's not easy to buy happiness with a hundred dollars.
It seems like you don't spend much, but the money is already gone.
The value received cannot be balanced with the money spent, let alone any happiness.
"It's enough, how could it not be enough?"
Luo Chen's smile remained unchanged, and he casually tossed the red banknote around, showing no sign of worry. This only deepened Ling Qingyi's confusion.
Puzzled, she was curious to know how Luo Chen would use those one hundred coins to maximize their value.
Luo Chen did not immediately offer an explanation for this, but instead led Ling Qingyi inside.
Ling Qingyi thought Luo Chen would take her to eat snacks first, but he didn't. Once again, she guessed wrong and silently followed.
Luo Chen stopped when he came to a small stall.
Ling Qingyi looked at him with a hint of confusion.
This stall doesn't sell snacks; it's for entertainment.
The blown-up balloons were neatly arranged on the white foam board, their colorful appearance somewhat attractive.
The biggest highlight of the stall was the pile of exquisite little gifts on the side.
There are figurines, as well as small and large dolls, and even some small household appliances.
Regardless of whether it's expensive or not, the gimmick alone is enough to attract many confident people to pick up the air guns on the stall and try to buy a few gifts.
"Luo Chen, weren't we going to get something to eat? What are we doing here?"
Ling Qingyi gently tugged at Luo Chen's sleeve and asked, puzzled.
If it weren't for Luo Chen's eager expression, and the way he even pulled out a hundred-yuan bill to buy bullets from the shopkeeper...
Ling Qingyi would never ask that question.
But she couldn't guess what Luo Chen wanted to do, so instead of guessing, she decided to ask directly.
"Of course, it's to earn rewards."
Luo Chen carefully placed the plastic bullets one by one into the magazine, handling them with the professionalism of a seasoned veteran.
Although it's just an air gun, the model is very realistic in terms of appearance, and even the weight and parts are very well made.
Perhaps it's because they want to give customers a better experience and enable them to enjoy greater happiness from it.
But perhaps they believe that this approach will attract more customers to have fun, and even repeat customers.
In no way were these things the most important to Luo Chen.
Today, he's here to claim the grand prize.
Upon hearing this, Ling Qingyi looked at the pile of exquisite gifts again. For ordinary people, they were indeed very attractive and enough to make them want to spend some money to try and get a few gifts.
But for them, these gifts were not enough to move them.
After all, with his wealth and fortune, wanting these things is just a matter of making a phone call.
But Luo Chen seemed very interested.
He even spent twenty yuan to buy bullets.
At other times, if it were just a waste of money, Ling Qingyi would be happy to see this amusing side of it.
But the situation is somewhat different now.
That hundred dollars was meant for happiness, but now a fifth of it is gone, and its usefulness has indirectly diminished as well.
Ling Qingyi didn't complain, but she felt a little confused.
But soon she stopped thinking about it; after all, there are many ways to be happy.
There's no need to dwell on just one thing.
As long as... Luo Chen is happy, that's all that matters.
[...]
It looks like a very simple shooting game, but it's actually quite difficult.
Many people start with the same confidence, only to end up with the same frustration.
This seemingly simple game has caused many people to give up.
The boss was all smiles, his hand trembling as he held the cigarette, showing just how happy he was.
The people who came to play were unhappy; they felt they had performed to their level and had failed to break the record.
Even if you break through, you're still always a few steps away from meeting the requirements.
Although I found the matter strange, I had no evidence and no idea what was strange about it.
Although Ling Qingyi didn't play it, she felt there was something wrong with it through observation.
Ling Qingyi naturally had contact with and knowledge of these things.
If that's true, then she can immediately tell what's wrong.
But this is fake. No matter how realistic it is, there are still differences.
The contained structure cannot be completely compared to the real one.
But soon, Ling Qingyi realized that something was wrong.
It's about intensity.
The problem lies in the force with which the plastic bullets are fired.
The effect of force can be great or small.
If it's just normal play, a small amount of force won't cause any harm, or even pain.
However, if it is large, then there will be danger.
However, given the current situation, this level of effort is neither too strong nor too weak.
No wonder, no matter how good their technique is, they always manage to break a few balloons.
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