Chapter 410: You're Probably Not About to... in Broad Daylight

Rejected 99 Times, the Aloof Campus Belle Comes On Strong

Boss Cutie

Leng Ruoli excitedly linked arms with Jiang Muye and dragged him over to the stall.

"Let's see how long it takes you to get the ice cream from the guy's hands," Leng Ruoli said, bouncing on her tiptoes as she kneaded both hands against Jiang Muye's neck, clinging to his back like a koala.

With this little backpack hanging off him, Jiang Muye's mood was thoroughly pleasant.

"Three seconds, max," Jiang Muye answered confidently.

Leng Ruoli giggled, "Impossible. It won't give it to you until the very last second."

The vendor was selling Turkish ice cream, and the entire game was a prank routine.

Jiang Muye smiled without a word.

Could he be compared to an ordinary person?

Normal people could only get it at the very end, but he was different.

Soon enough, Leng Ruoli and Jiang Muye had reached the front of the line. The Turkish guy stuck to the same routine, ready to withhold the ice cream from Jiang Muye, and just as he moved to snatch it back—clang!

The Turkish guy watched in shocked disbelief.

Leng Ruoli let out a gasp.

The pedestrians behind them were even more stunned.

Jiang Muye's hand had casually and steadily clamped down on the ice cream.

"Pretty easy." Jiang Muye smiled at the Turkish guy. "Thanks for the ice cream."

Leng Ruoli was astonished. In fact, all the people before them had struggled to get the ice cream; the guy wouldn't hand it over, and yet Jiang Muye had gotten it effortlessly.

"You're amazing!" Leng Ruoli admired.

Jiang Muye feigned modesty. "Nothing special."

In reality, his heart was floating on air.

He had relied on the System's mind control, automatically making the ice cream fly right into his hand.

This Turkish guy was no match for him at all. All those impossibly hard ice cream routines didn't work on him in the slightest—he could get it without any effort.

When Jiang Muye so easily got the ice cream, the customers who'd bought theirs before looked over with envy.

Actually, they didn't like having to exchange so many rounds with the guy; they just wanted to eat an ice cream. That feeling of trying to grab the ice cream and never being able to catch it, being played like a little monkey by the guy—it was truly infuriating.

Jiang Muye was seriously amazing, getting it without even trying.

After Jiang Muye and Leng Ruoli left, when the next customer reached out eagerly to grab the ice cream in one go, they only found that the Turkish guy dodged their attempt with great agility.

The customer was annoyed. "How come you won't go easy on me but you went easy on Jiang Muye? You're probably not treating him kindly just because he's famous."

Hearing this, the Turkish guy was the one who felt annoyed. He said to the customer, "I really did not go easy on him. He got it through real skill. I've been selling ice cream for years and I've never seen anything like it."

Everyone assumed the Turkish guy hadn't dared to prank Jiang Muye, but they had no way of knowing that the guy was suffering inside. He'd wanted to show off a bit in front of Jiang Muye, but before he could even start, he'd been completely wrecked.

He had never imagined Jiang Muye's hand speed was so fast. The man was basically a tentacle monster whose ability couldn't be underestimated!

The customer was shocked by the Turkish guy's words too.

It was seriously infuriating. Just look at Jiang Muye—so impressive, accompanied by a stunning beauty like Leng Ruoli, and even his hand speed snatching ice cream was that fast. The man was basically winning at the starting line.

Jiang Muye and Leng Ruoli shared one ice cream. She licked a bite, and by the time Jiang Muye went to eat again, the ice cream had already started melting and dripped onto his hand.

Jiang Muye frowned, about to wipe it with a napkin, when he felt a slick, silky sensation—just as a drop of ice cream was about to fall, Leng Ruoli's pink tongue swept it away.

He drew a sharp breath.

Her unconscious little gesture had Jiang Muye incredibly worked up.

It was so seductive, absolutely bursting with sex appeal.

While Jiang Muye was lost in Leng Ruoli's sexy gesture, she licked her red lips and smiled at him. "So delicious."

Jiang Muye leaned in, and mid-kiss ran the tip of his tongue around her red lips, then gave his verdict after tasting. "It really is delicious."

Leng Ruoli's ears burned red to the extreme. She gave a soft cough. "Mm." Seeing the desire in Jiang Muye's eyes, she grew shy. "You… in broad daylight, you wouldn't…"

"I'm truly wronged. You saw how you just tempted me—and I'm a young man at the peak of his hormones!" Jiang Muye said, annoyed.

Leng Ruoli cleared her throat. "I… I'll try to control myself. Then you restrain yourself a bit."

Jiang Muye leaned in and bit her ear. "And what if I can't restrain myself?"

"I don't care." Leng Ruoli pushed away Jiang Muye's burning body and shyly quickened her pace forward.

Watching Leng Ruoli's flustered look, Jiang Muye felt secretly smug.

He shook his head, tried to steady his disordered breathing, and walked along with Leng Ruoli.

The two wandered around, and later spotted a balloon shooting stall.

"I want to play this." Leng Ruoli's eyes lit up as she spoke to Jiang Muye.

"Sure, let's play." Jiang Muye went to pay—after all, the whole point of coming out this time was to let Leng Ruoli play to her heart's content.

With Jiang Muye indulging her, Leng Ruoli could enjoy herself fully.

Jiang Muye just watched from the side.

Actually, his expectations for Leng Ruoli weren't high.

Hitting a few would already be good. After all, from his point of view, she wasn't even aiming properly.

Jiang Muye was fully prepared for Leng Ruoli to beg him for help with the balloons in a bit. That was fine too—perfect chance to highlight his own importance. Heh heh, and while he was at it, cop a feel off his little girlfriend.

Just as Jiang Muye was making his clever calculations, he heard a series of bangs as gunshots rang out.

At first he thought she'd missed, but Leng Ruoli had actually hit three shots in a row.

Jiang Muye was stunned.

That works too?

As a total newbie, Leng Ruoli was clearly lost in the fun, having a blast.

Her hit rate was extremely high—basically whatever she aimed at, she hit.

Jiang Muye shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Even when she played PUBG with him, her marksmanship had never been this accurate.

But when Leng Ruoli was shooting, she was truly fierce, completely different from the gentle, tender way she was when she was with him.

Beyond Jiang Muye's expectations, before long Leng Ruoli had won the first prize.

It was a giant sheep plushie.

"So cute~! Tonight I want you to sleep with me," Leng Ruoli said, hugging the sheep plushie, unable to put it down, even rubbing her face against it.

Seeing this, Jiang Muye bent down and bit her ear. "So it sleeps with you—then what about me? Am I supposed to be a tool?"

Leng Ruoli beamed brightly. "I don't care~ I'm sleeping with it."

Seeing her cling to the little sheep plushie, Jiang Muye snatched it over. "I'll carry it."

Actually, his real goal was to divert her attention, planning to monopolize the bed tonight and, while he was at it, monopolize his baby.

Too many things on one bed would affect his performance, and the play would be too limited.