I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 312 Silly Goose

Chapter 312: Chapter 312 Silly Goose

Xian Qianling got out of the car, and suddenly a cold wind blew by, causing her slender body to shiver uncontrollably.

You looked at her and couldn’t help but sigh softly, "You girls, if you don’t have the constitution for it, shouldn’t show off. Clearly freezing to death, yet you like to squeeze your chest and expose your thighs."

Saying so, you took off your own coat, walked over to Xian Qianling, and draped it over her.

Xian Qianling ungraciously put on your coat, without uttering a word of "thanks."

"Hey, you could at least say thank you, I’m rarely this gentlemanly."

Xian Qianling glanced at you and said, "I can thank you after eating the delicious food you’ve mentioned. Speaking of which, if I didn’t know you, I’d really be worried that you were up to no good next. This place is shrouded in yin energy, not a soul in sight—are you sure you’re not leading me down to the Underworld?"

You had not expected Xian Qianling’s imagination to be so wild and immediately laughed, "You’ve guessed it right; we indeed are going to the Underworld, to eat human flesh!"

"Tsk, who are you trying to fool!" Xian Qianling gave you a glance, "If we really were going to eat human flesh, as long as you dare to eat, I’ll join you."

Upon hearing this, you didn’t know if you were having a brain cramp, but you instinctively and reflexively asked, "If I go die, will you join me too?"

Xian Qianling quickly walked up to you, her gaze intense as she stared right at you, those sharp eyes transmitting unwavering determination: "If you commit suicide, I would grab your hand and jump off a building, drink pesticide, or even hang ourselves together; if you’re killed by someone else, I would do everything to tear the killer to pieces, then follow you in death!"

Was this a love confession?

At this moment, even you, always vigilant, didn’t know what to do.

You had never expected Xian Qianling to say something like this, let alone that she would have such determination.

What should I do?

What should I do?

"Wow! What a thrilling confession!"

Just when you were struggling to find a way to alleviate the awkward situation, two boys suddenly ran up from behind.

One of the boys said to you both with a grin, "Wow, that confession just now was so cool! Sister, I support you!"

"Cough, cough, the moon is pretty round tonight. I wonder if the old lady will open her stall."

Then, during the pause in the boy’s conversation, you looked up at the sky and hurried past Xian Qianling towards the stone arch bridge ahead.

"Hey, Brother, give some sort of response, won’t you? Look at how heartfelt Sister’s words were just now."

That talking boy also followed your pace, recording you with a small DV camera in hand.

"Who are you?"

You turned to look at the boy—he wasn’t unpleasant to look at, just a bit of a chatterbox.

"Brother, my name is Zhang Zhaoyuan, I’m from the Red Youth Photography Studio."

"Ah?"

You were taken aback by Zhang Zhaoyuan’s words, "What’s a photography studio for?"

When you asked that, the other boy quickly caught up to Zhang Zhaoyuan’s side, and they both struck a pose: "Our mission is to capture our brilliant, magnificent, and unregretful youth with our lenses!"

Xian Qianling came over at this time; although she hadn’t received your response, pouring out her heart had somewhat elevated her mood, and the way she looked at you was even softer than before.

"Are these two your classmates?"

Xian Qianling had barely finished her question when Zhang Zhaoyuan hurriedly said, "Sister, you’re mistaken. I’m not Chairman Li’s classmate; we are alumni. Although we belong to the same cohort, in my eyes, he is the bright moon in the sky, while I am but a trivial star behind the bright moon."

Despite the awkward words of Zhang Zhaoyuan, you picked up on some information and immediately asked, "Do you know me?"

"Of course! You’re my idol! Chairman of the Supernatural Detective Agency, Li Muyun!"

Zhang Zhaoyuan gazed at you with stars in his eyes.

You scratched your head, muttering to yourself, "Since when did I become so famous?"

"Feeling amused at being worshipped by two fools?"

The look on Xian Qianling’s face changed as quickly as the weather in June.

That fool—oh no, that boy next to Zhang Zhaoyuan—his gaze clear, addressed Xian Qianling in an passionate tone, "While you, beautiful sister, with a face that could match Chang’e of the Moon Palace in beauty, still cannot disparage our immortal youth! Youth is a poem, with sweeping words; youth is a painting, filled with ups and downs; youth is the smile on a beauty’s face, pure and beautiful..."

"Thump, thump, thump! Thump, thump, thump!"

A knocking sound familiar to you came from afar, slowly approaching and interrupting Zhang Zhaoyuan and his friend’s antics.

"Chairman, what is that sound? Why does my back feel chilly upon hearing it?"

"Vice Chairman, I’m feeling a bit cold in my hands and feet too."

Seeing the fog slowly rolling in from nearby, you turned to the two people next to you and asked, "Hey, are you hungry?"

"Calling me ’hey’ is so rude." Zhang Zhaoyuan said somewhat displeased, "I clearly introduced myself earlier."

"Indeed." Zhang Zhaoyuan’s friend also nodded in agreement.

Xian Qianling seemed to be amused by these two fools and smilingly said, "Then why don’t you introduce yourselves again?"

"I’m Zhang Zhaoyuan, Chairman of the Red Youth Photography Studio."

"I’m Qi Gaojie, Vice Chairman of the Red Youth Photography Studio."

Seeing the two of them introduce themselves so formally, Xian Qianling couldn’t help but ask with a smile, "Don’t tell me that this so-called Photography Studio is just the two of you?"

"Right, although it’s just the two of us at the moment, the fire of our youth will not be extinguished because of that. Our youth is like the wildgrass on the plains, which the wildfires cannot destroy and the spring breeze brings back to life!"

Zhang Zhaoyuan’s firm gaze made you involuntarily have some illusions. It reminded you of a documentary you saw at the cinema, where someone hovered on the edge of death several times for the sake of capturing real life, yet they still found great joy in their photography career.

You looked at Zhang Zhaoyuan and Qi Gaojie and couldn’t help but feel a deep respect and smiled at them, saying, "I’m pleased to meet you. Today, I’ll treat you to a bowl of unforgettable food you will remember for life."

As you were speaking, the old lady’s tricycle slowly appeared. She started knocking on the bamboo tube, "thump, thump, thump", but amusingly, you noticed that the old lady had upgraded her equipment from a pedal tricycle to an electric one.

Xian Qianling glanced at the old lady, then turned to you and asked, "The supreme delicacy you mentioned, it wouldn’t happen to be the wonton and dumplings sold at the old lady’s stall, would it?"

"Yep, that’s right."

Xian Qianling smiled and shook her head slightly, "Those snack carts are all over Yu City; their taste doesn’t really stand out. Although I used to eat them quite often when I was young, it’s just average—how could it be considered a delicacy?"

You responded with a mysterious smile, "You’ll understand once you’ve tried it."

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