Drifting Towards You

Su Xiangwan's heart kept holding the seven or eighty-eight of a meal.

Until the big screen outside the window, a voice sounded: "Hello everyone, this is the host Lin Lin, today is our annual Christmas Eve, so in order to give back to everyone, our Jindi Shopping Mall held a Christmas Eve event here. ."

"It's 7:30 in the afternoon, and the registration time ends at 8 o'clock. The competition will include high IQ brain-burning games such as Digital Huarong Road, Sudoku, etc. Friends who are confident in themselves can take the stage to challenge. The competition is number one. The famous player will receive the Dream Castle music box and half a million cash. This dream castle is jointly created by the famous French castle designer and jewelry designer Carrie Mein. It is a trial production of half a million..."

Su Xiangwan stared at the crystal castle model blankly.

The castle is about thirty centimeters high. The whole body is blue-white gradient diamonds, neatly inlaid. The diamonds should be man-made, but it does not affect its beauty.

There is light from the windows of the castle, and the whole castle is shining brightly, slowly rotating on the base, accompanied by the flowing of music, it is indescribable.

When Mu Beiting looked up, she saw her staring at the things on the screen blankly.

A few seconds later, before Su Xiangwan looked back, his hand was suddenly caught.

Su Xiangwan returned to his senses and looked at him: "Well? Are you leaving now?"

"Yep."

Su Xiangwan sighed lightly, put on his jacket and got up, still couldn't help but mumble: "This mall is so generous. It even takes such an expensive thing as a prize. The market value is 500,000...It's really rich."

He arranged the scarf for her, and said solemnly: "The people who come here to consume are either rich or expensive. A meal costs tens of thousands. The things are too cheap and no one will waste time.

Su Xiangwan nodded, thinking it makes sense.

"But their games are so difficult to listen to. I feel dizzy just listening to what number Huarong Dao, what Sudoku, and just listening.

Mu Beiting didn't make a sound. After she got dressed, the waiter pushed the door in, and there were two more masks in the tray she was holding.

"Huh? This is..."

One of the masks is pink and the other is gold, like a masquerade, which will cover most of the face.

He put the mask on for her, and after putting another one on himself, he pulled her downstairs.

Su Xiangwan was dragged by him to the registration desk on the first floor. He didn't come back to his senses until he was registered.

His eyes were shining, and he tilted his head and asked him, "You want to participate too?"

"En." The handsome face under the mask raised her eyebrows, she couldn't see it.

Su Xiangwan was a little excited: "Is it for me? I want that little castle!"

"En." He replied in a deep voice.

Su Xiangwan stood on tiptoe and kissed him heavily on his lips: "You are so kind."

He glanced at her and warned in a low voice: "Be honest, don't tease me."

"Oh..." Su Xiangwan calmed down in an instant.

After waiting for about ten minutes, it was 8 o’clock in the evening. The host counted the list and said: “There are 32 contestants in total. We adopt the promotion system. The quickest and correct answer is the best in each round. Advance first."

"There are five rounds in the game, thirty-two enters sixteen, sixteen enters eight, and the last two enters one to determine the champion!"

"Okay, let's ask our players to bring their number plates to the stage."

"How about the number plate...have you worn it?" After the host spoke, Su Xiangwan was a little nervous and looked at his number plate, number 25.