12dz Chapter 127 Even if you're talking nonsense, you should at least write a draft!
Chapter 127 Even if you're talking nonsense, you should at least write a draft!
Yu Yuetong felt as if she were in a frozen wasteland, her mind racing like a cat on a hot tin roof. Items hidden in the wedding dress on the wedding day? Don't be ridiculous! She hadn't even seen what the wedding dress looked like that day! Let alone hidden anything. Was the original owner a master at hiding trash bags? Her mind raced, but from Qin Reng's "you're doomed" look, she realized this was a trap.
“Miss Yu, time is limited.” Qin Reng leaned back in his chair, his voice carrying a nonchalant coolness. He closed his crossed legs, but glanced at her intentionally or unintentionally, seemingly with a hint of schadenfreude and anticipation. “The secret in the wedding dress isn’t something to be ashamed of, is it? Don’t make me reconsider your strange hobby that you picked up from who-knows-where.”
"Shut up!" Yu Yuetong glared at him, lowered her voice, and almost gritted her teeth as she squeezed out the words, "You bastard who's wearing my body, why don't you go up and say it yourself!"
"Me, go up?" Qin Reng smirked, his tone laced with an irresistible arrogance. "Fine, you're testing my patience. Or should I tell everyone here that hidden under the wedding dress is someone's untreated foot bath packet left behind before their wedding?"
"..." Yu Yuetong was so angry she almost vomited blood. "At least write something before spouting nonsense!" She slammed her fist on the table in anger, her chest heaving. Damn it! Was this man really born with a sharp tongue or did he take some kind of poison-tongued hormone?
Time was relentlessly slipping away, and if she didn't speak up soon, she would suffer an even more humiliating defeat. This predicament gave her a sudden, unexpected idea: why not take a gamble, using her imagination and a bit of melodramatic plot twists to try her luck?
Taking a deep breath, Yu Yuetong forced herself to speak quickly, "The thing hidden in the wedding dress is... it's a love poem I wrote for him—" Halfway through her sentence, she felt the dangerous warning in Qin Reng's eyes intensify, "A love poem! Yes, a love poem I wrote for him!"
One second, two seconds.
On the big screen, instead of the dreaded "error" sign, a green light appeared—the correct answer had passed!
A subtle silence fell over the entire venue, followed by the host's clapping to congratulate her, and applause erupted. But amidst the cacophony of applause, Qin Reng's gaze remained fixed on her, as if he wanted to dissect her layer by layer.
"Love poems?" Qin Reng repeated softly, his tone filled with an indescribable complexity. He narrowed his eyes, drawing out the words with a half-smile, "Oh? Miss Yu, so you're quite talented."
"Talent, my foot!" Yu Yuetong retorted in a low voice, her blush deepening, and she was so embarrassed that she began to sweat slightly.
"So, what exactly did you write back then?" Qin Reng was clearly asking a question he already knew the answer to.
"How would I know!" Yu Yuetong craned her neck and kicked his chair leg. "You think I'm soul-bound to the original owner? I'm just guessing!"
This brief farce was captured by a camera and projected onto a large screen at the scene. Amidst the whispers and murmurs of the crowd watching through the screen, a quiet discussion began to emerge.
Just then, the host cleared his throat and announced the start of the final round of individual challenges. Mechanical arms on either side of the screen slowly rose, unleashing two tall water sacs filled with a clear liquid. The host's smile held a hint of mystery. "Two new members of the Qin family, please undergo the test of love—'The Great Adventure of True Love.' The rules are simple: if anyone answers incorrectly, the water sac will pop—"
With a soft "smack," she raised her hand to signal, and a drop of water accurately hit Yu Yuetong's face.
"The water level is just enough to get you soaked to the bone," the host said cheerfully, laughing through gritted teeth. "After all, marriage has to withstand the storms of life, doesn't it?"
"..." Yu Yuetong looked up at the water bag suspended in mid-air, and a classic line inexplicably popped into her mind: This world is so cruel to me. She turned her head to look at Qin Reng, only to find that the man was staring at the water bag without making a sound, with an amused and irritating look on his lips.
"Don't laugh like that!" Yu Yuetong erupted in a textbook manner, almost losing control of her expression. "Just wait and see what happens!"
"You've already crashed so many times today, what's one more?" Qin Reng raised an eyebrow, and before he could finish speaking, a drop of water splashed spectacularly onto his forehead.
The shadow of the water bladder drew ever closer, and a silent contest of gazes clashed between the two. They were even waiting to see who would be the first to destroy this last vestige of disguise.
Yu Yuetong stared at the transparent water bladder in front of her, a sense of foreboding creeping into her heart. The mechanical arms hanging high in the air seemed to carry a mocking tone, even giving her a vague feeling that they might strike at any moment and drench them like "seafood soup."
"What kind of lousy game is this?!" Her lips twitched, and she turned her head to roar in a low voice, "Marriage can withstand wind and rain, but it's your clothes that get soaked, okay? Could you be any more perfunctory?"
Qin Reng's lips still held a nonchalant smile, but his tone carried a lazy, humorous undertone: "The host is quite right, 'true love' needs to be tempered. Besides, this is being drenched with your body, so the more you drenched, the more it fits the original owner's character."
"You really deserve a beating!" Yu Yuetong clenched her fists instantly, wishing she could punch that "herself" in the face, but she couldn't help but grit her teeth and endure the commotion caused by countless pairs of eyes focused on her.
The host had already turned on the holographic screen, and the countdown could begin at any moment. Yu Yuetong stared at the elaborate and seemingly random rules on the screen, trying to find even the slightest loophole to exploit, but was interrupted by Qin Reng's low voice: "With so many questions, how many points do you think you can handle?"
"Calm down, you can't provoke me." She tried to reassure herself, no longer letting his sarcasm lead her by the nose. But right now, the strong signal that "the game is about to begin," coupled with the man's precisely controlled gaze, was really making her blood pressure rise.
The host gently pressed a button, and a question suddenly popped up on the big screen: "When Yu Yuetong married into the Qin family, who was the only guest who was late?"
The moment the question was posed, all eyes turned to "Yu Yuetong," who was now Qin Reng. Yu Yuetong immediately realized the situation was turning unfavorable. Her eyes darted around, and she confidently declared, "The answer is Qin Yu!"
The host smiled and pressed the verification button. "Error."
"My God..." Yu Yuetong felt like disappearing into a crack in the ground when she saw Qin Reng's icy gaze. Meanwhile, the water bag high in the sky began to shake, and the next second, with a splash, most of the bag of water poured down like a waterfall, soaking her completely.