wavenovel Chapter 190 The Last Contract
Chapter 190 The Last Contract
The sea breeze at the fishing port park was just right, not too strong, to blow my hair around.
Song Huan walked ahead with her hands in her pockets, and Xiao Yunqing followed behind. The two of them walked slowly along the coastline.
Seagulls flew overhead, their wings spread wide, white, drawing an arc across the blue sky.
Xiao Yunqing's gaze followed the seagull from left to right, then back to the sea.
The sunlight hit the water, creating dappled, sparkling reflections that were dazzling to the eyes.
She loves the sea, Song Huan knows that.
She always looks like this when she comes to the beach.
He spoke less, walked slower, and kept his eyes fixed on the blue expanse, as if he couldn't get enough of it.
After walking for a while, the two sat down on a rock.
The stone was warm from the sun, not cold.
Xiao Yunqing turned her head to look at Song Huan, her tone still as arrogant as ever, but with a hint of expectation in her eyes.
"Hey, you brought me here all this way just to get some fresh air and take a walk, right? If that's the case, I'm going back to playing video games."
Song Huan didn't say anything, but pulled a contract out of her pocket.
The paper was new, folded twice, and the edges were pressed very flat.
Xiao Yunqing was stunned for a moment.
"What is this?"
"This is the last contract," Song Huan said, handing over the contract. "It's about us."
Xiao Yunqing took it, but didn't open it, just looked at him.
"What do you mean?"
"If the Food Alliance succeeds, we'll split the profits equally." Song Huan's tone was very calm, as if she were talking about something trivial.
Xiao Yunqing lowered her head and opened the contract.
One page, two pages.
Her fingers slowly traced lines on the paper, reading them one by one.
Song Huan waited on the side, her heart beating a little faster than usual.
The whispered words drifted over from her, very light, and tinged with coldness.
[Wow, that's really detailed.]
Song Huan was stunned for a moment.
What's wrong? She seems unhappy.
The next second, Xiao Yunqing tore up the contract.
The paper split in the middle, into two parts, and then into four.
She then stuffed it into the trash can.
Song Huan's eyelid twitched.
He wrote that contract until 2 a.m. last night, revising it again and again, making sure every word was correct before printing it out.
Xiao Yunqing stood up and patted the scraps of paper off her skirt.
"I don't want your money, and I certainly don't want your charity."
She looked at him. "You think I'm after your fortune?"
After saying that, he turned and left.
She walked quickly, her ponytail swaying in the wind, her skirt fluttering around her legs.
Song Huan paused for a moment, then stood up. "Do you know that this contract allows you to get a lot of money?"
"No." Xiao Yunqing didn't turn around; her voice drifted from the front, half of it carried away by the sea breeze.
"I don't want a single penny!"
"Then what do you want?" Song Huan couldn't help but ask.
Xiao Yunqing stopped.
The sea breeze blew, blowing her hair across her face.
She turned around and looked back at Song Huan.
The cold smile on her face disappeared, replaced by two shallow, sweet dimples.
"I want bowl-shaped rice cakes, strawberry sundaes, and honey grapefruit tea..."
She counted on her fingers, as if she were counting some precious treasure.
Song Huan was taken aback. "Why is it all food?"
"What, you don't want to buy it for me?" Xiao Yunqing stood there, the wind blowing her skirt, the sunlight shining on her face.
She looked at him, her eyes shining.
The sea breeze blew in from afar, carrying a salty scent, lifting her hair and then letting it fall back down.
Song Huan looked at her for two seconds.
"I do!"
……
Summer vacation is almost over, I'm counting down the days.
Xiao Yunqing sat in front of the computer, staring at the screen, her fingers tapping rapidly on the keyboard.
On the screen, the scholar character weaves through a horde of monsters, unleashing a dazzling array of skills.
The monster's health bar is dropping, and so is hers.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
She gritted her teeth and her fingers moved even faster.
With the final skill unleashed, the boss's health bar was emptied, and the words "Victory" popped up on the screen.
She leaned back in her chair, let out a long breath, stared at the "victory" sign for two seconds, and then grinned foolishly at the screen.
"Hehe, little boss, easy peasy."
She turned around, wanting to show Song Huan her achievements.
"Song Huan, did you see that? I just..." She stopped midway through her sentence.
Song Huan lay on the sofa and fell asleep.
Her hand was on her stomach, her head was tilted to one side, her mouth was slightly open, and her breathing was very light and even.
Xiao Yunqing blinked.
She discovered that when Song Huan was at home, she was either sleeping or preparing to sleep.
I can sleep in the morning, at noon, and even in the afternoon.
Sometimes she wondered if he had never had a good night's sleep in his past life and had died of exhaustion.
She tiptoed up from the chair, stood on tiptoe, and walked into the room like a cat.
He took a thin blanket from the bed, folded it, hugged it to his arms, and tiptoed back.
Unfold the blanket and gently cover him with it.
The movements were slow, as if afraid of waking him.
Then I walked over to the air conditioner, picked up the remote, and turned the temperature up by two degrees.
After finishing these tasks, she sat back down at her computer.
He dared not type on the keyboard, nor click the mouse too hard, for fear that the clattering sound would disturb him.
She opened her browser and gently tapped her fingers on the keyboard, pressing each letter one by one.
Song Huan had told her that the Internet would be an incredibly powerful thing in the future, containing everything.
Twenty years from now, there will be something even more powerful called AI.
If you want to know something, just ask and you'll find out the answer.
She thought it was amazing.
If you could know everything happening in the world without leaving home, wouldn't that be like being a god?
She scrolled through the news using the mouse.
Scrolling down line by line, there's nothing interesting to see.
It flipped to the middle and stopped.
A strong earthquake struck an island nation in Asia, killing dozens of people.
She stared at the headline and muttered something under her breath.
"Where is this country?"
She memorized the name and then typed a word into the search box.
"Asian Pictures"
She wanted to see where that country was located on the map.
Press Enter.
The screen refreshed.
Xiao Yunqing subconsciously clicked on the first webpage link and paused for a moment.
As we all know, searching for images of Asia does not return maps.
It was something she had never seen before.
No, it's not that I haven't seen it, it's that I have, but not in a browser.
Her face turned red starting from her neck, then down to the tips of her ears, and finally to her earlobes.
My finger froze on the mouse.
She frantically tried to click the "X" in the upper right corner, but missed.
I clicked again, but still couldn't click it.
The cross seemed to be working against her; no matter how she clicked it, she couldn't click it, and instead a new window popped up.
Her eyes widened again, and her face flushed red, as if someone had splashed a basin of red paint on it.
She frantically closed the windows, one after another popped up, closed one after another, like playing whack-a-mole, she could never finish.
Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.
She secretly glanced back at the sofa.
Song Huan was still asleep, breathing very lightly, and hadn't woken up.
She turned back, staring at the colorful things on the screen, blushing.
My finger was on the mouse, but I didn't move it.
The window wasn't closed, and the wind blew in from outside, causing the curtains to flutter.
The air conditioner is blowing air, making a buzzing sound.
The living room was quiet, with only Song Huan's breathing and her own pounding heartbeat.
She stared at the screen, her face flushed and her eyes wide open.
She still didn't click on that cross.