Chapter 44: The Favorite of Master Lu in Jing Circle Has Met with an Accident (17)

Chapter 44: The Favorite of Master Lu in Jing Circle Has Met with an Accident (17)

After the party ended, the "Jump" mini-game officially exploded in popularity.

No one could have anticipated that a small game would overshadow numerous celebrities and directly claim the top spot on the trending list, marked with a blood-red "BOOM."

In just two short hours, the number of paid users for the "Jump" game had already surpassed twenty million.

Given this trend, reaching a hundred million was only a matter of time.

As for all of this, Song Chuyi, the game's creator, was still unaware.

After all, he had been dragged away by Lu Wuqing before the party even concluded, under the pretense of needing some fresh air outside because it was too hot inside.

He suspected that Lu Wuqing was simply jealous that the award-winning actors on stage were more popular than him!

Didn't he see how the audience's cheers nearly shook the ceiling when the actors appeared?

Of course, he only dared to think these thoughts inwardly; if he voiced them, who knew what Lu Wuqing might think.

He hadn't forgotten that Lu Wuqing was both insecure and arrogant.

Song Chuyi glanced at Lu Wuqing, who was sitting beside him, leaning back on the bench with his hands resting on its arms, legs crossed, and toes curling in the air.

"Brother Qing, what are we doing here?"

He deliberately pinched his voice, making it sound overly affected.

Lu Wuqing looked straight ahead, leaning against the bench with his arms crossed, his voice cold.

"To get some air."

Song Chuyi didn't believe him, "Are we looking for someone?"

He looked forward, where across from the bench lay Jing City's famous central park.

Even though it was already nine o'clock, there were still elderly people dancing to loud music in the square, which could be heard for miles around.

This place didn't fit the cold demeanor of Lu Wuqing at all. If not for looking for someone, he couldn't think of any reason why they would be here.

Just as he was pondering, Lu Wuqing spoke up.

"Not looking for anyone."

Song Chuyi became even more curious.

"Then why are we here?"

"To get some air." Lu Wuqing repeated the same answer.

Song Chuyi: ...

He refused to believe he couldn't pry the truth out of Lu Wuqing.

He suddenly leaned in close and pinched his nose. "Tell me quickly!"

He looked fierce but lacked any real intimidation.

Lu Wuqing saw him like a little kitten trying to scare him by waving its claws, attempting to force him to give it a treat.

Unfortunately, he had no treats, so he lifted his hand and held Song Chuyi's head.

"I used to come here often."

"Huh?" Song Chuyi let go of his nose. "Used to?"

He considered for a moment, "Before you came of age?"

"Mm." Lu Wuqing gave a faint acknowledgment.

He seemed unwilling to talk about the past, so after answering, he fell silent again.

Song Chuyi looked at him a few times, noticing his lack of enthusiasm, and patted his head, mimicking him.

"It's all in the past now."

"The good life is here and now."

Lu Wuqing looked at him with amusement. "You've always lived well, naturally not lingering in the past."

Most people were trapped in their pasts, and he was no exception.

"Who said that?" Song Chuyi muttered softly.

He hadn't always lived well.

When he first became sentient, he was naive about the human world and got into plenty of trouble, enduring much hardship.

After that phase, he began to find the human world intriguing.

But after the novelty wore off, boredom set in. He couldn't sleep, and while humans only had a dozen or so hours in a day, he had a full twenty-four.

With almost twice as much time as humans, he naturally felt the world's tedium first. Fortunately, he later found other ways to fill his time.

Song Chuyi kicked his leg lightly, his toes curled slightly, pressing against the ground, swaying gently.

"It wasn't always happiness."

He whispered in rebuttal.

Lu Wuqing's eyes flickered, and he felt a sense of curiosity toward the young man before him.

"Did the Song family treat you poorly?"

Song Chuyi shook his head. "Not really."

In the original body's memories, the Song family parents had been very good to him, almost always fulfilling his requests.

But perhaps because everything was handled by his parents, the original self rarely made decisions on his own, and although his personality was arrogant, he was also adept at avoiding things.

Human personalities vary greatly; even those raised in the same environment can develop different characters, unlike them, who would all grow up under the sun with the same coffee flavor.

Song Chuyi's long lashes trembled slightly as he suppressed his thoughts and cleared his throat. "Anyway, it’s all in the past. Let's not talk about unhappy things."

He patted Lu Wuqing's shoulder. "You said you used to come here often. Is there anything fun around here?"

His eyes sparkled as he stared at Lu Wuqing, as if he would immediately rush off wherever Lu Wuqing suggested something fun.

"No."

But Lu Wuqing gave a rather heartless answer.

Song Chuyi: ...

"How about we go do some square dancing?"

He smiled and said, "I saw those uncles and aunties having a great time."

Without waiting for Lu Wuqing's response, he pulled him directly towards the crowd doing square dancing.

The speakers on the square were playing the latest hit songs, with a strong rhythm that made one want to dance along.

Standing at the back, Song Chuyi observed the steps of the uncles and aunties and learned them instantly, then started dancing right away.

The movements were large, and occasionally when he lifted his hands, a slender, fair waist would be exposed to the air, catching the eye of Lu Wuqing, who stood quietly beside him.

That flash of white almost dazzled his eyes.

The surroundings were incredibly noisy, but at this moment, his world contained only Song Chuyi's figure.

He danced joyfully, with large movements that were slightly slower than the music.

Innocent and carefree, optimistic and pure, he stirred Lu Wuqing's heart.

His gaze followed Song Chuyi's every move, not wanting to miss a single detail.

As Song Chuyi danced enthusiastically, he even started chatting with an auntie beside him.

The auntie was quite warm-hearted and soon chatted with him extensively.

After a while, she lowered her voice, afraid someone might overhear, and said, "Xiao Song, is that man in the suit your boyfriend?"

Song Chuyi was taken aback and quickly shook his head. "No."

The auntie sighed in relief. "Good thing it's not."

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

"He often comes here to watch us dance, sitting for hours, and his gaze is quite unsettling."

The auntie rubbed her arm. "Do you think he wants to scam our pensions?"

Song Chuyi chuckled. "I don't think so; he's quite wealthy."

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

"Usually on Fridays and Saturdays," the auntie recalled. "From around five or six in the afternoon until nine or ten at night, it's quite scary."

Song Chuyi looked thoughtfully at Lu Wuqing.

Their gazes met in the air, seeming to spark.