"High summer," "sunrise," "cicada song," "Orange soda," "youth"—how could one make a sentence using these words?
Lin Li would probably answer, "In high summer, Bai Bufan used orange soda to sunrise the youth into cicada song."
Of course, it would also work if Bai Bufan were sunrised into cicada song. There was no standard answer to this question.
But for Chen Yuying, no matter how she phrased it, she would probably think of the scene before her.
She pinned down her skirt with her smooth thigh, freeing one hand to brush her hair aside. The view cleared, revealing Lin Li's other free hand raised high, just catching the sun hat that had been blown away.
Perhaps he had not expected to catch it himself. Lin Li's smile was full of surprise, followed by a hint of showing off. Just looking at that expression, Chen Yuying felt as though she could hear him saying, How about that? Pretty handsome, right?
So although Lin Li had not actually asked, Chen Yuying still gave him a thumbs-up.
Lin Li, who had been singing "Wild Child" with Wen Shu Yang, noticed it and smiled even more brightly. He pressed the sun hat onto his head, transformed into Michael Jackson, and began doing a Moonwalk that looked nothing like a Moonwalk.
The laughter on the lawn only became more melodious because of it.
Time slipped away, hidden within the songs.
"Low battery. Please charge."
The music suddenly lowered, and a mechanical prompt sounded from the speaker.
"We're taking a break, we're taking a break." Hearing the sound, Lin Li gave the Magic Wand in his hand a small shake after another song ended and announced it to everyone.
There were surely still Power Banks around, but they really were getting tired from singing.
"Boo—"