If you are asked to prevent the villain from destroying the world, what kind of love are you talking

After the party, the [Jump Jump] mini-game was officially launched.

No one expected that a small game would surpass many celebrities and directly reach the top of the hot search list, followed by a blood-red word "explosion".

In just two hours, the payment volume of [Tiaoyitiao] mini-game has exceeded 20 million.

According to this trend, it is only a matter of time before it exceeds 100 million.

Game producer Song Chuyi still doesn’t know about all this.

Unexpectedly, before the party was over, he was pulled away by Lu Wuqing, saying that it was hot inside and he needed to go out for some fresh air.

He saw that Lu Wuqing was jealous that the movie stars receiving awards on stage were more popular than him!

Didn’t you see that as soon as the actor appeared on the stage, the audience’s shouts almost knocked down the ceiling?

Of course, he only dared to complain about this in his heart. If he really wanted to say it out loud, there was no telling what Lu Wuqing would think.

He has not forgotten that Lu Wuqing is a person with low self-esteem and arrogance.

Song Chuyi looked at Lu Wuqing who was sitting next to him. He put his hands on the bench and lifted his jiojiao up into the air.

"Brother Qing, what are we doing here?"

He deliberately pinched his throat and carved the word "pretentious" into his voice.

Lu Wuqing looked forward, leaned on the bench, folded his hands around his chest, and spoke in a cold voice.

"Breathable."

Song Chuyi didn't believe this, "Are you looking for someone?"

He looked forward. Opposite the bench was Beijing's famous Central Park.

Although it is already nine o'clock, there are still people dancing in front of the square in the park. The music is deafening and can be heard for miles around.

This place was incompatible with the cold-blooded Lu Wuqing. If it weren't for looking for someone, he wouldn't have thought of any reason.

When he was confused, Lu Wuqing spoke.

"Not looking for anyone."

Song Chuyi became more and more curious.

"Then what are we doing here?"

"Breath." Lu Wuqing gave the same answer as before.

Song Chuyi:...

He didn't believe it anymore, and couldn't pry the truth out of Lu Wuqing's mouth.

He suddenly came closer and pinched his nose, "Speak quickly!"

Fierce, but not at all ferocious.

Lu Wuqing seemed to see a little milk cat waving its claws at him, thinking it was fierce, trying to scare him and force him to give the cat strip.

Unfortunately, he didn't have a cat strip, so he could only raise his hand and hold down Song Chuyi's head.

"I used to come here all the time."

"Eh?" Song Chuyi put down his hand, "Before?"

He considered it for a moment, "Does it mean before adulthood?"

"Yeah." Lu Wuqing responded calmly.

He seemed unwilling to mention the past, so he fell silent after agreeing.

Song Chu glanced at him a few times and saw that he was not very interested, so he followed his example and patted his head.

"It's all over."

"The good times now are the really good ones."

Lu Wuqing looked at him funny, "You have been living a good life, so naturally you won't stay in the past."

Most people are trapped in the past, and he is just one of them.

"Who said that?" Song Chu muttered quietly.

He hasn't always had a good life.

When he first became a spirit, he was ignorant of the human world, got into a lot of trouble, and suffered a lot.

After passing that stage, he began to feel novel about the human world.

But after the novelty came boredom. He couldn't sleep all the time. For humans, there are only a dozen hours in a day, but for him, it was a full twenty-four hours.

With nearly twice as much time as humans, he was naturally the first to be bored with the world than humans. Fortunately, he later found something else to do to fill up his time.

Song Chuyi kicked his calves, raised his feet slightly, and put his toes on the ground, swaying slightly.

"It's not always happy."

He retorted quietly.

Lu Wuqing's eyes flashed slightly, and he became curious about the young man in front of him.

"Is the Song family treating you badly?"

Song Chuyi shook his head, "That's not true."

In the original person's memory, the Song family's parents were very kind to him and almost always responded to his requests.

But perhaps because everything is handled by his parents, the original person rarely makes decisions on his own. Although he has an arrogant temper, he is also good at escaping.

Human beings have different personalities. Even if they grow up in the same environment, they will have different personalities. Unlike them, they will all have the same coffee smell when they grow up under the sun.

Song Chuyi's long eyelashes trembled slightly, he suppressed the thoughts in his heart and coughed lightly, "It's all over anyway, don't talk about the unhappy things."

He patted Lu Wuqing's shoulder, "You said you used to come here often, is there anything interesting here?"

He stared at Lu Wuqing with bright eyes, as if he would rush over immediately if he said there was something interesting somewhere.

"No."

However, Lu Wuqing gave a very ruthless answer.

Song Chuyi:...

"Then let's go square dancing?"

He smiled and said, "I see those uncles and aunties are quite happy."

Without waiting for Lu Wuqing to answer, he directly grabbed the person and rushed towards the crowd of square dancers.

The speakers in the square are playing the latest hot songs, which are full of rhythm. Just listening to them makes people want to dance along.

The two of them stood at the back. Song Chuyi observed the dance steps of the uncles and aunties in front of him, learned them at a glance, and started dancing directly after them.

The dance was very wide, and when he occasionally raised his hands, the slender white waist was exposed in the air and fell into the eyes of Lu Wuqing, who was standing quietly next to him.

That flash of white almost dazzled his eyes.

The surroundings were extremely noisy, and the world had always been like this, but at this moment, Song Chuyi was the only one in his world.

He jumped happily, and his large movements were slower than the music.

The innocence and pure optimism plucked his heartstrings.

His eyes followed Song Chuyi's figure, refusing to let go of anything.

Song Chu was so excited that he started chatting with the aunt next to him while dancing.

The aunt was also very enthusiastic, and she chatted a lot with him without knowing it.

While chatting, the aunt lowered her voice and said as if she was afraid that someone would hear her: "Xiao Song, is the man in a suit next to you your boyfriend?"

Song Chuyi was stunned and quickly shook his head, "No."

The aunt breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay if it's not."

"You don't know, that man is very strange!"

"He often comes here to watch us dance. He sits there for hours. His eyes are quite penetrating."

The aunt touched her arm and said, "Do you think he wants to defraud us of our pension funds?"

Song Chuyi laughed, "That shouldn't happen, he is quite rich."

"By the way, Auntie, when does he usually come?"

"Usually it's Friday and Saturday." The aunt recalled, "You have to sit there from 5 or 6 in the afternoon until 90. It looks really scary."

Song Chuyi looked at Lu Wuqing thoughtfully.

The two people's eyes collided in the air, and there seemed to be sparks.