Song Zhusheng hesitated for a moment, then forced herself to swallow the question, "How old is your boyfriend this year?" She stared at the bag in the boy's hand and asked, "How much did you pay for it?"
Jiang Nan hesitated for a moment, then held up five fingers. "Two thousand."
771 burst into laughter, taking advantage of the fact that no one could see it, and frantically attacked Jiang Nan's shoulder: [Quickly apologize to the young lady.]
Jiang Nan ignored it.
Song Zhusheng's eyes widened, filled with shock. "How much did you say?"
"Two thousand."
Jiang Nan silently repeated it, then suddenly felt like she was being a bit idiotic, so she made up an excuse, "It's pure wool."
Song Zhusheng: "..."
He pursed his lips and said, "Is it possible that you've been deceived?"
Jiang Nan's shoulders were stiff, and a lot of his pink hair had fallen off the edge of his baseball cap. He didn't want to talk, nor did he want to admit that he was Yuan Dazhong.
In the end, Song Zhusheng dragged a certain Little Immortal Nan to the clothing store they had visited before.
The young woman quickly refunded the money, visibly relieved, and bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle, saying, "I'm so sorry."
Jiang Nan's cheeks turned completely red, even her thin earlobes were red.
For the first time, he waved his hand somewhat awkwardly. "It's nothing."
As the two left the clothing store and headed towards the hotel, Song Zhusheng stared at the boy's flushed face and asked, puzzled, "Why are you so shy?"
Jiang Nan said in a muffled voice, "I don't know."
After returning to their hotel room, the two agreed to go out for dinner half an hour later.
As soon as Jiang Nan entered the room, he threw his knee pads on the sofa, then plopped down on it, staring at the ceiling in deep thought.
771 stood on the coffee table in front of Jiang Nan, staring intently at the phone in Jiang Nan's pocket, his small, black eyes practically glued to it.
It couldn't help but ask, "If you're so emo, can I play with my phone for a little while?"
Jiang Nan lowered her head coldly, her gaze icy, her smile as wicked as could be, "What do you think?"
771: [I think it's a good idea!]
"Oh."
Jiang Nan sneered, lifted her left foot, and with a "smack" kicked off her slipper, striking the Little Black Ball.
The Little Black Ball looked terrified and flew directly to the carpet on the other side of the coffee table.
The next second, a deafening cry assaulted Jiang Nan's eardrums.
[Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh]
[Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo]
[You always bully me, waaaaaaah!]
Jiang Nan's head was throbbing from the noise, so she pulled her phone out of her pocket and tossed it onto the coffee table. "Here you go."
The crying stopped a second later, and 771 stretched out two small wings from its back and flew back to the coffee table.
Jiang Nan stared at it, feeling a little tired.
He turned his head and looked at the knee pads next to him, and his headache worsened.
God knows why he didn't even haggle when the young lady held up five fingers and said two thousand, and just bought it without even trying.
He had never been cheated when he traveled before, because he was naturally shrewd and had studied law for several years.
But what about this time?
The knee brace was supposed to cost 200, but the saleswoman quoted 2,000. He didn't even consider haggling or whether the item was worth it.
He paid directly.
He seemed to subconsciously feel that Fu Jingzhou deserved the best.
Or perhaps, subconsciously, he wanted to be kind to this person.
Regardless of the specific idea, it was all beyond our control.
Jiang Nan couldn't help but feel a little doubtful.
Am I really the kind of person who would go to great lengths for my best friends?
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Half an hour later, Jiang Nan changed her clothes and went out.
There are many celebrities around the film studio, so when we went out to eat, there were no passersby watching.
Because celebrities are just ordinary people, once you see them too much, their celebrity aura disappears.
After discussing it for a long time, the two finally agreed on the good quality and low price of scallion oil noodles.
Jiang Nan took off her baseball cap, sat on a small stool, and kept staring at Song Zhusheng while slurping her noodles.
Song Zhusheng was scrolling through short videos when he felt uncomfortable being stared at, and couldn't help but ask, "You wouldn't happen to have a crush on me, would you?"
Jiang Nan looked at him affectionately. "Baby, I pooped today."
Song Zhusheng, with a mouthful of noodles still in his mouth, froze upon hearing these words.
Jiang Nan continued, "Guess what kind of poop it is?"
Song Zhusheng's face went blank for a second, then she blankly bit off a piece of noodle. "Can I not answer?"
Jiang Nan said, "Okay."
Song Zhusheng: "..."
He slowly chewed the noodles in his mouth, interrupting Jiang Nan's cheesy pickup line that she was about to utter. "I'll say it for you, you want to have a beginning with me."
Jiang Nan; "..."
This was the first time Little Immortal Nan had encountered a situation where she died before even starting her mission.
How did you know?
Song Zhusheng said coldly, " Fu Xingli told me about it before."
Jiang Nan: "..."
He said from the bottom of his heart, "Your decision to take a liking to him is truly a act of charity."
Song Zhusheng: "It's such a beautiful evening, don't mention him."
Jiang Nan silently felt sorry for the Little Green Hair.
Song Zhusheng, "You still haven't answered me. Why are you staring at me like that?"
Jiang Nan said, "I was wondering if you've ever given me anything?"
Song Zhusheng was taken aback. "Isn't your birthday in April?"
Jiang Nan coaxed gently, "You can give me things at other times besides my birthday."
Song Zhusheng took a sip of water and said, "Your Peach Video membership and music app membership are both under my account."
Jiang Nan was taken aback for a moment, then said, "Besides these things?"
Song Zhusheng, "What else is there?"
Jiang Nan gave an example. "Like a knee brace that costs two thousand yuan."
Song Zhusheng: "..."
He put down his chopsticks and stared intently at Jiang Nan.
The boy wore a plain black hooded sweatshirt and loose light blue jeans. He was slender and tall. Among the Alphas, he was considered to have a relatively well-proportioned physique, without exaggerated muscles, but with broad and thin shoulders. His skin was very fair, and especially against the black fabric, he exuded a youthful charm.
He looks quite pleasing to the eye as long as he doesn't open his mouth.
Jiang Nan shifted uncomfortably and asked, "What's wrong?"
Song Zhusheng, "You don't actually have someone you like, do you?"
Jiang Nan's mind went blank for a moment, "You... what nonsense are you talking about?"
Song Zhusheng raised an eyebrow slightly and said calmly, "I think you and Fu Xingli might be brothers."
Jiang Nan's mind was still a bit foggy, a faint blush spreading across her thin earlobes. She casually asked, "Why do you say that?"
Song Zhusheng casually opened a bottle of cola, managing to open it with the air of someone opening a bottle of wine. "You two look exactly alike when you're shy."
This summer was probably the happiest summer of his life.
He had a premonition that from then on, he would never experience another summer like this.