When Cheng Zhirang got off the giant swing, he shook his head with his eyes closed, trying to shake off that dizzy feeling of unreality. When he opened his eyes, he saw this scene.
Under the photographer’s guidance, Mu Qiu faced the cara in the sa direction as him and showed a lively, very vibrant smile.
That smile was expressed purely through her eyes, as she rested her head on her hands as if shyly covering the lower half of her face.
Only her smiling eyes, eyebrows gently curved, with shadows of eyelashes rging at the corners of her eyes, and the orange light of the sunset seed to paint her with a unique color.
So vibrant.
An unexpected mont of intrusion made his heart skip a beat.
Bam——
Bam——
Bam——
Then, with an overwhelming force, sothing began to collapse and rebuild.
"Brother Cheng?"
Behind him, Guan Yu peeked out from behind him, "Why did you stop walking?"
Cheng Zhirang paused, turned back with a gentle smile, and stepped aside, "It’s nothing, just still a bit dizzy."
Guan Yu did not notice anything wrong and nodded, "Indeed, I feel like my feet are still unsteady on the ground; the aftereffects are quite strong."
Qi Feng stood behind them, with his head lowered and his bangs hiding his furrowed brow and difficult expression. After they finished speaking, he raised his head, still with a smiling expression.
"Not only do I feel like I’m floating, but I also feel like my eyes are cramping."
After speaking, he tilted his head towards the cara next to them with an expression of helplessness.
The cara, originally pointed at the three of them, shifted to focus solely on him after his deliberate cue.
Guan Yu seed completely unaware of his behavior and laughingly continued the conversation.
"Because your expression is all eye-rolling, which is really hard, luckily I didn’t choose that one, or else I’d co down with half my face paralyzed, hahaha!"
The two started chatting along, and Cheng Zhirang walked ahead of them to where others were gathered to watch.
Li Yang was at the forefront, a bit excited, and dutifully stood up to ask Cheng Zhirang, "Brother Cheng, how was it? Was it scary?"
Cheng Zhirang: "A little."
"Compared to the other two we took before?"
"In terms of speed, it’s not as fast, but it keeps spinning, so it feels a bit scarier to ."
"Oh." Li Yang moved the chair over for Cheng Zhirang to sit.
Cheng Zhirang didn’t refuse, said thank you, and sat down, just about directly facing Mu Qiu who was leaning on the chair back.
With a mindset of being amazed at a glance and nurous ineffectual attempts, he looked at Mu Qiu’s face again.
Mu Qiu had just sneaked a peek at Cheng Zhirang and then got caught by his gaze, feeling a bit guilty.
She didn’t know what this sudden gaze ant, but under such a look, she instinctively lowered her voice when speaking.
"Brother Cheng, are you alright?"
Cheng Zhirang nodded politely and gentlemanly, his voice gentle, "I’m fine."
It felt like the next sentence would be, thank you, ma’am, for your concern. Mu Qiu smiled at him, just as Guan Yu and Li Yang’s voices ca closer, calling her, so she naturally turned her head to chat with them, no longer staring at Cheng Zhirang in front of the cara.
Cheng Zhirang also looked away.
He suddenly wanted to understand what Assistant Wen often said next to him—that a woman’s love at first sight and amazent at first sight are all based on attraction; is his amazent like that too?
He has acted in many plays, attended many acting workshops, and the feeling of being moved by a lady is often shown in the lingering gaze, instinctively avoiding eyes, and unconscious tension.
And these feelings are all different. He has fallen in love on screen no less than ten tis, but so far, no one has been his "ideal type."
The won he has t have been moved by a casual helping hand and mistake it for affection, or they find his calm deanor approachable and see it as compatibility, or so think bold flirting can conquer him.
How can being moved and being affectionate be compared? No matter how often the other party engineers encounters, behaves elegantly and generously, or even becos great conversational partners, he never sees these as conditions for romance.
One is hormonal restlessness, the other is a solo opening of the heart, which he can always distinguish calmly.
So what about this ti?
——
In the early months of spring, the sun sets early. As the faint afterglow poured down, the exhilarating screams turned into crisp laughter and cheers.
The fourth round of gas has been completed by everyone, and it was about the ti to have an early dinner. The director stood up to announce the scoring rules.
"The Yellow Team completed the poetry recitation task on the giant swing, finishing in six minutes and forty-seven seconds. Leading the other two teams, they get one chance at the lucky draw."
The Blue Team and Red Team sent half-hearted congratulatory voices.
Guan Yu clapped for herself, "Aweso, we are simply aweso! Can we draw now?"
Director: "You may. Please choose one of the only two remaining team mbers to co forward for the draw, and decide whether to keep the lucky draw chance for yourself or give it to the other."
"Wait, wait a mont!"
Guan Yu popped in front of the director （your little cutie suddenly appears.jpg）, wearing a serious expression.
"Are you serious? In a three-person ga, I don’t even get a na? What do you an by the other? And what about a third party?"
Director: "mbers with cleared scores cannot have reward opportunities stacked again."
"Why?!"
Guan Yu jumped up, "You didn’t ntion that before! Why can’t it stack up?! I have the right to maintain our team’s integrity!"
The director began to shirk responsibility, "This is the rule set by the original author."
The cara suddenly focused on Mu Qiu.
Mu Qiu, who was still dozing nearby, "???"
"Since when?"
Director: "In a ga session, you ruled that those who have already ’died’ cannot extend their lives by taking the longevity pill."
What use is a Ten-Complete Replenishing Pill to a dead person.
"?"
Mu Qiu could not believe what she heard, "Does this really relate to this ga?"
"Sa author, sa rule."
Guan Yu turned to make eye contact with Mu Qiu.
Guan Yu: "Director, who are you trying to fool?!! Didn’t you say the original author was useless? Now you’re saying this, does your conscience..."
Director: "Doesn’t hurt."
Guan Yu: "You misunderstood, I ant to say, was your conscience eaten by a dog?"
The director, speechless, more firmly raised his gaphone.
"In any case, you are not eligible to draw the winning prize now. Let one of the remaining two team mbers step forward for the draw."
Cheng Zhirang stepped forward.
His bone china-like fingers reached into the draw box and picked out a crystal ball. The crystal ball rested in his palm, with the orange afterglow reflecting on it, barely revealing a partially hidden number.
Once.
Li Yang let out a tily laugh, "Haha, once! Brother Cheng, your luck on this show isn’t that great! Sister Guan Yu, don’t feel bad. Even if you had it, it wouldn’t do any good; you’d use it up before leaving the venue!"
The first card he drew was a climbing card, and in the draw, he got the lowest number. Once, for soone like Guan Yu who is overly lively, it’s utterly useless.
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