The cool life of sand sculpture

Come, come, the male second, he is coming with a rolling posture

At this moment, there was a loud noise from the front, and Shi Cha could vaguely hear a scream.

Uh...what's the situation?

Shicha didn't understand, and didn't really want to understand.

She looked down at the grilled cold noodles and taro balls in front of her, her fair cheeks wrinkled like a bun.

very tangled...

Quite tangled...

To eat, or not to eat, that is the question.

Eat it, I'm sorry for my stomach; don't eat it, I'm sorry for these two snacks and I'm sorry for my little money.

After thinking about it, Shicha went to the opposite shop to buy two bottles of mineral water, then sat down again, staring at the super spicy grilled cold noodles and super sweet taro balls in front of him and took a deep breath.

There was even a look of heroic sacrifice on his face.

The next second, she picked up the fork and took another bite of the cold noodles.

"Hiss...ha..."

She was so hot that she gasped again and again, then quickly opened the mineral water and took a sip for herself.

Eat and drink when you're done.

Just when Shicha was so deaf to what was going on outside the window, and was devoting himself to eating roasted cold noodles, the young man in black sweater turned around from the corner, and immediately saw Shicha with tears in his eyes sitting outside the snack bar eating.

That's too late!

This idea sounded in the heart of the young man in black sweater.

A large wave of fans and passers-by behind are about to arrive on the battlefield!

And it's a long road ahead.

He has been running for a long time, and if he continues to run, he will be surrounded!

It seemed like he had been thinking for a long time, but in fact only a second passed.

A second later, the young man in black sweater decisively jumped in from a small green plant outside the small yard, rolled on the ground, and hid directly under the table.

Shi Cha: ?

It seemed that something black came in from the outside and hid under her table?

Before Shi Cha could think about what this black thing was, she saw a large wave of zombies pouring out from around the corner... Ahh!

Big crowd.

Aoaoao ran past from the front.

Shi Cha's head looked from the corner, then turned around in an arc along the crowd, until the screaming crowd ran away before twisting his neck back.

Then he picked up the mineral water and gulped himself a sip, then he lowered his head and kicked the black lump next to his leg.

"Hey, people are gone, come out."

This hides under the table like a pervert.

Especially with such a big beauty like her here - it's a good thing she didn't wear a skirt, otherwise she would be gone.

The kicked youth in black sweater immediately fell to the ground.

So he rolled again, rolled out of the table, and then stood up.

As soon as he stood up, Shi Cha realized that this man was extremely tall.

Especially when she was still sitting, she looked taller.

Shi Cha was a little depressed—how come everyone she met was so tall?

It's kind of unkind to her.

She sighed, then lowered her head and continued to eat the super spicy grilled cold noodles. While eating, she was overwhelmed by the spicy shasha, her snow-white neck was dyed a layer of red.

The young man in the black sweater stood up and looked at Shicha curiously: "Why do you still eat it so spicy?"

And eat with a look of pain.

Masochistic?

When the tea was chattering, hearing the words, he just said unrequitedly, "Because I spent money."

Even if you don't finish it, you still have to eat half of it.

Otherwise it feels too bad.

Although she is very rich now and is a little rich woman, the concept of living for 30 years has been engraved in her bones, and it does not mean that she can change all of a sudden when she is rich.

Although the food at the snack bar is too impolite, she still feels that it is necessary to give the poor baked cold noodles and taro balls some food dignity.

"Are you poor?" The young man in the black sweater was even more puzzled. He scanned Shicha's clothes up and down and found that they were all famous brands.

Shicha was so hot that he took another sip of water: "Not poor. Aren't you running away?"

She looked at the young man suspiciously.

This man is idle and talks too much.

"Stop running." The young man in black sweater simply sat down opposite Shi Cha, and then pulled off his mask, "Do you know who I am?"

Shi Cha raised his face and glanced at it, then lowered his head uninterestedly: "I don't know you. But you should be a celebrity, otherwise those people just now couldn't be chasing debts."

"Pfft..." The young man in the black sweater was amused by Shi Cha's words, "Well, it seems that I am not popular enough."

Shicha baji baji ate taro balls that were so sweet, and then drank some water to neutralize them.

"Bie Fang, no matter how popular you are, it's impossible for everyone to know you." Shi Cha comforted him casually, "After all, no matter how much money is liked by people, there are still people who regard money as dung. Dirt."

The youth in black sweater: "..."

He didn't know whether to cry or laugh when he said this.

Is this comforting him or trying to trick him?

Well, I really can't tell the difference for a while.

"Don't eat these, I'll treat you to milk tea." The young man in the black sweater couldn't help but speak after watching Shicha and eating the tea for a while.

Shicha suddenly became a bit vigilant: "Why? Why did you invite me to drink for no reason? Are you greedy for my beauty, and you are attracted to it?"

The youth in black sweater: "..."

There is no way to talk about this.

"I'll just ask you if you want to drink." The young man in the black sweater gave up on sorting out the language logic, "It's free, if you don't drink it, you don't drink it."

Shi Cha touched his chin: "That makes sense, let's drink it."

So she resolutely gave up her respect for super spicy fried cold noodles and super sweet taro balls, and happily threw herself into the embrace of free milk tea.

Humans have to learn to adapt.

So the two left the snack bar very happily, and then found a milk tea shop to buy milk tea.

After buying milk tea, the young man in black sweater passed by another snack bar, bought some barbecue, and went back outside the yard of the previous snack bar after finishing his business.

When I went back, the unpalatable grilled cold noodles and taro balls were still lying pitifully in the trash can.

"By the way, I don't seem to have introduced myself yet."

When he sat down to eat, the young man in the black sweater took off his mask completely, and then gave Shi Cha a standard star smile.

Wen Ru's appearance is a bit like his name, like a gentle and gentle big boy next door.

Of course, if you look into his eyes, you can see that he is obviously not a good boy.

"My name is Wen Ru."

Shi Cha replied: "I think I should also tell my name out of politeness—my name is Shi Cha. So, do you know me?"

"Huh?" A question mark appeared on Wen Ru's forehead.

And Shi Cha showed a sly smile: "So, your internet speed is not fast--I just finished the trending search not long ago."

"What hot search?" Wen Ru was a little curious now.

Shi Cha yawned: "I put Qi Lang into the hospital's hot search, and I asked you if you were afraid?"

Wen Ru: "..."