The soldiers all knew that Bao Gucheng was quite a serious person.
He rarely smiled and never put on airs.
His sowhat cold features were always accompanied by the unique sternness of Lord Commander.
The words he had just said to Xi Ruzhu were no threat; he would actually kill, and he wouldn’t even blink when doing it.
Yet at this mont, Wei Yang caught a rare glimpse of a smile on Bao Gucheng’s face, starting off faint and then turning into an unstoppable grin!
Damn, what exactly is Mr. Bo talking about with Miss Xi?
Wei Yang craned his neck to see.
Unexpectedly, he was flicked on the forehead by Bao Gucheng: "Go book a restaurant, the best in town, full sea view seating."
Wei Yang: "Yes!" Damn, is Mr. Bo going on a date with Miss Xi? Mr. Bo actually knows how to pick such a romantic sea-view date spot?
He looked at his master incredulously, feeling like Bao Gucheng had beco a different person. After all, Mr. Bo could camp in the Amazon Jungle for a month, eating only hardtack and rainwater, not caring about food and leisure!
"Aren’t you going yet?"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
Wei Yang dashed off to book the restaurant, unable to resist sighing in the "Heaven-Creating Twelve Ancestors" group chat:
"Just as expected, do n change their straightforward nature when in love and beco romantic, making girls happy?"
Everyone:
"No kidding! Displaying like a peacock is learned naturally!"
"In line with biological instincts!"
"Standard procedure!"
At this mont.
Bao "Peacock" Gucheng, staring at his phone screen, couldn’t help but raise the corners of his lips again.
Why do ssages from this little woman always bring such surprising delight?
Her chat records, surprisingly never seem to get old.
"Have you arrived?"
"Mhm, yeah."
"What are you doing in the countryside?"
"Let see, pulling up radishes... and also, picking peas."
"Is it going smoothly?"
"...Not so smoothly, they say I’m pulling too hard, it seems I pulled up a bit too many..."
"Ahem, since Miss Zuzi is working so hard, I’ll treat you to dinner tonight to replenish your energy."
"Hmm, dinner..."
"What does Miss Zuzi prefer? Chinese or Western cuisine? Would you like to try Qingcheng’s special seafood feast?"
"I... don’t like either."
After Zuzi honestly sent this ssage.
She suddenly sent another: "But if Xiao Chenger likes it, then I like it too."
Bao Gucheng savored this last ssage repeatedly, feeling like he could smile for a whole year.
==
At this very mont.
In a countryside vegetable field.
The high school seniors were assigned to different farrs’ fields to help harvest seasonal fruits and vegetables.
These city kids, unfamiliar with physical labor and farming, were being pushed by the school to complete the mandatory social practice points needed before the college entrance exams. So, they set up a harvesting competition.
"Whichever class harvests the fastest and the most, the entire class gets a full score for social practice points. The rest of the classes will have points deducted in sequence, and the last class will only get a passing mark."
The grade director shouted through a gaphone.
East Sea Class looked at the radish and pea fields assigned to them with frowns: "This is too hard, pulling radishes is exhausting, picking peas is ti-consuming, why is Nanshan Class so lucky, getting to just cut cabbages?"
While everyone was grumbling dispiritedly.
Zuzi rested her chin in her hand, glancing around leisurely: "Is pulling radishes really that hard?"
Wu Qianman blinked her big eyes: "Yeah, yeah, it’s super hard, you might get a hand full of mud and still can’t pull it out..."
Before she finished speaking.
A small pile of pristine large radishes had already accumulated in the row beside Zuzi, with not a speck of dirt on them.
Zuzi looked satisfied: "See, the radish babies are very well-behaved."
Everyone: "...!"
Were these radishes jumping out of the ground themselves, damn it!
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