Morning Star

Chapter 167 I will not... break up with you

She didn't remember which book she had seen it in, but she was still quite impressed by it.

Although her handwriting was a little ugly, at least her momentum was not lost.

Listening to her mumbling, Mo Xinglan was stunned for a moment, his heart pounding. But when he came to his senses, a bitter smile flashed across his eyes.

She must have copied this sentence from somewhere. But it would be great if it was true.

Chujiu didn't care about that, he clapped his hands in satisfaction, and suddenly felt that he was very talented in writing, even though he copied others.

The third level is: write a poem about love.

Compared with the previous two levels, this level has one more thing, which is that handwriting is also included in the score of the competition.

This is awkward.

Chujiu stared at the words "Handwriting is also included in the score" without blinking, wishing he could stare a hole in his eyes.

I hate her bad calligraphy.

Damn it, this rule is against her, right? Is it intentional?

Looking up at the other two couples, I found that they seemed to be completely true. The man in one of the couples thought for a while, then raised the brush in his hand and began to write generously.

Now Chujiu was anxious, because she had never failed in these two levels.

The competitive spirit and the desire to finish the game better than others instantly took over.

He looked at the boss and pointed at Mo Xinglan: "Boss, can I let him write it and I read it?"

The boss thought about it and nodded in agreement.

At this time, a couple was unhappy and asked the boss: "Didn't they say that one person should complete it? Why can they let their partners write it?"

The boss was stunned for a moment and replied a little embarrassedly: "The rules of this level don't say that you can't let your partner write for you. That girl can let her partner write for her, and you can too."

"..." The others were silent for a moment after hearing this. So some couples asked their partners to write for them.

Chujiu heaved a sigh of relief. Not only that, he also showed a determined smile. He quickly picked up the pen and handed it to Mo Xinglan: "It's up to you. Write well. I believe in you."

She was still very confident in the handwriting of the black-hearted monster.

Mo Xinglan looked at the pen that suddenly appeared in his hand, then looked up at Chujiu for a while and chuckled, "Okay."

I came to the table with white paper and waited for Chujiu to recite poems.

As he looked at her for a while, her originally competitive and excited emotions gradually calmed down.

Under the candlelight on the field, his pale face no longer looked so cold. His long eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyelids, and the corners of his eyes were slightly raised. His pale lips under his tall nose were also coated with a warm color. The broken hair on both sides of his face caressed his face from time to time in the breeze.

Chujiu looked at his profile, and several poems about love emerged in his mind, but he was hesitant to speak.

Noticing that the person next to him was staring at him blankly, Mo Xinglan glanced over with a questioning look: "What's wrong?"

Chujiu did not answer him, but looked at him steadily, and said with her red lips slightly: "Shangxie..."

She spoke suddenly, and Mo Xinglan didn't react to what she meant for a moment, and just looked at her with confusion.

She continued to look at him and said, "I want to know you, and live a long and happy life..."

He then realized that she was reciting poetry. He paused for a moment before holding the pen firmly and starting to write on the paper.

"The mountains have no peaks, the rivers have no water..."

"Thunder roars in winter, snow falls in summer..."

"Heaven and earth unite..."

When only the last sentence was left, she suddenly stopped and did not continue.

Mo Xinglan finished writing, raised the pen in his hand and waited quietly for her to continue.

"...I will not...break up with you."

When I was about to say the original sentence, I suddenly changed my tone for some reason.

She didn't understand why she said that, but a voice deep in her heart told her that this was what she really wanted to say.

Mo Xinglan: “!”

After she finished speaking, Mo Xinglan stood there for a long time before picking up his pen to write.

She didn't know how happy he was at the moment, nor how much he hoped that this was true. He hoped that her feelings for him were like the poems she had said and the couplets she had just made. Unfortunately, it was not true in the end. This was just a game he forced her to participate in.

But even so, he still asked softly unconsciously: "Really?"

He stared at the words he had written on the white paper and didn't dare to look at her.

Chujiu had never expected that he would suddenly ask her a question. Her mind went blank for an instant and she opened her mouth, not knowing how to answer.

After a while, she finally sent him a message, as if afraid that he might misunderstand her: "This is the text that my teacher required me to recite when I was in school. Also, I saw the second line of the couplet in a book. You know, I don't have much literary talent and can't think of these."

"..."

He knows it better than anyone else.

The expectation in my heart finally turned into a self-deprecating smile after hearing her voice.

He knew he shouldn't have any expectations, but he still couldn't help but have some expectations.

The third challenge ended with the boss and the audience sighing. The boss began to read the rules for the fourth game.

The fourth round is an archery competition. The rules are: within half an hour, shoot at the moving target. You can miss the target five times at most. Participants who miss more than five times will be eliminated.

After listening to the boss read the rules from the rule board, Chujiu did not take the next step. This was because she was self-aware. She didn't know how to shoot an arrow. At most, she could only shoot the arrow from the bow. As for what would happen to the arrow after it left the bow, she had no control over it.

Just as she was looking worried, Mo Xinglan beside her slowly walked towards the fourth game venue.

Chujiu had no choice but to follow.

Arriving at the fourth venue, looking at the bow and arrow in front of him, Chujiu reached out to take it hesitantly.

Just when her hand was only a few centimeters away from the bow on the table, a slender white hand picked up the bow without hesitation.

She looked up in confusion: "What are you doing?"

Mo Xinglan took out an arrow from the quiver and looked at her sideways: "What do you think?"

"Can you... do it?" Chujiu was a little worried.

I'm not worried about whether he can do it or not, but I'm worried about the injuries on his body.

Although she didn't know how to use a bow and arrow, she knew that she had to use her body to draw the bow and shoot arrows. Not to mention the wounds on his chest and abdomen, there were also wounds on his arms. How could he withstand such a long time of drawing the bow?

Thinking of this, she reached out to take the bow and arrow from his hand. Unexpectedly, he raised his hand slightly upwards, and because of the height difference, she couldn't reach it even if she raised her hands and stood on tiptoe.

The ninth day of the lunar month: "..."

"With your skills, you can just give up this round." Mo Xinglan took a step back with the bow and arrow, sneering.

"..."

After being ridiculed by him like this, Chujiu no longer rushed forward to grab the bow and arrow.

It was so funny, it was out of reach. The stinky black-hearted monster actually laughed at her. She would remember him.

She crossed her arms unwillingly and turned her back to him: "Hmph, if you can do it, do it yourself."