Chapter 77
The gears of fate seemed to be lightly shifted by an invisible hand.
087 sensed something and exited the offline mode, with ripples spreading around its data.
[Host…] It instinctively called out.
Gu Yu looked up in the sunlight slanting through the window, a faint golden light swirling in her eyes. In this moment, she truly looked like an immortal from heaven.
[What is it?] she asked.
[…Nothing.] 087 scratched its non-existent head with a data tentacle. The World Consciousness seemed to have fluctuated for an instant just now, but it quickly vanished.
Even it wasn’t sure if it had misperceived it.
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The filming of On the Country Road was gradually getting on track. After this one day, the few guest participants, who were new to this type of show, also started to slowly adapt.
And when the night was deep and quiet, Gu Yu would gently brush aside Miss Song’s hair and offer her lips, and in Miss Song’s unbearable soft gasps, she would kiss that fragile, endearing gland again, applying the third temporary mark.
After the marking was complete, Miss Song sat on the bed with glazed eyes, turning her upper body to exchange a possessive and familiar kiss with her, as if they were truly a pair of intimate lovers.
But all of this was ultimately an illusion, merely the effect of pheromones.
Gu Yu cupped Miss Song’s face, responding to her. Looking at Miss Song’s enraptured face, she lowered the emotion in her eyes, trying to keep herself from getting lost in it, thinking calmly and clearly.
Miss Song’s gland dependency period was already halfway over.
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The next morning, the guests were already up early, and Yan Tian announced today’s mission.
—To help the villagers of Heliang Village sell their vegetables.
Yanshui City is a riverside area with moist air and good soil quality. Heliang Village is in a more remote part of Yanshui City. Although the river cannot be seen, there are several streams. The water drawn down from the mountain irrigates the crops, making the greens grown here exceptionally lush.
They needed to transport these vegetables to a small town three kilometers away from Heliang Village.
The residents of that town do not grow their own food and generally rely on running shops and factories for a living.
The vegetables were sorted into several bamboo baskets, all freshly picked from the field this morning, with a few drops of dew still visible on them.
Fu Qiuran looked towards the main camera and posed her question: “So, how do we get to the town?”
Yan Tian, speaking through a megaphone off-camera, said: “The production team has, of course, arranged transportation for everyone. This time, the eight guests need to be divided into four groups, and the production team has also arranged four modes of transport.”
He pointed behind him, where an oversized red cloth was erected as a cuboid by four poles, concealing the items inside: “These four modes of transport are behind me. After everyone is grouped up, the production team will reveal them.”
“Now, please draw lots for grouping.”
It was another draw. The planner of this variety show seemed to always favor this method of incorporating surprise and uncertainty to enhance the show’s effect.
Watching the drawing box pass and pause in front of one guest after another.
Gu Yu thought, This time, she hoped her luck would be a little better.
The drawing box this time contained sealed envelopes instead of slips of paper, seemingly holding some kind of hard card.
After everyone had drawn, they opened them together. Gu Yu’s contained a blue hard card. She took it out and examined it. There was no text information on the front, back, or sides; it was just an ordinary, featureless card.
The others also took out their cards.
Gu Yu looked up and saw the same blue card in Song Xinran’s hand, slightly stunned.
Song Xinran also looked over. The two made eye contact for three seconds before casually looking away.
“There is a card in each envelope. Those with the same color are in one group. Additionally, the color of the card has another function, which is—”
As that word was spoken, the two staff members behind him seemed to receive a signal. They immediately pulled down the red cloth with a forceful tug, revealing the contents inside.
Yan Tian said: “These are the four modes of transport the production team has arranged for you. The color of the font on each sign corresponds to your card and determines your group’s transport.”
Quan Yanfei stared wide-eyed and read out the words on the signs one by one: “Luxury van, humble small tricycle, affordable bicycle, and… childish small scooter???”
Putting aside the descriptive prefixes from the production team, which strongly invited mockery—
Yu Chu pointed to the last one and said, “Director Yan, this isn’t right. Is this ‘childish small scooter’ for real? That’s a children’s kick scooter!”
Fu Qiuran laughed happily on the side. Her phoenix eyes showed schadenfreude, and the two sides of her princess cut hairstyle swayed slightly.
She said, “Let me see which lucky person it is.”
Yu Chu and Quan Yanfei had faces on the verge of tears: “The lucky ones are here.”
How could they be so unlucky!!!
While they were laughing and making a fuss, Gu Yu was looking at the blue font that read “Affordable Bicycle.”
This was the mode of transport for her and Miss Song this time.
She rarely had moments of luck, but this time, luck had unexpectedly favored her. She and Miss Song were grouped together.
It was seven in the morning, and the air was still very fresh. Each group picked up a basket of vegetables and headed for their designated transport.
Fu Qiuran stood in front of the tricycle. Having just laughed at Quan Yanfei and Yu Chu, she now felt the tide had turned on her.
—She couldn’t drive this vehicle.
Yu Chu looked at her expression and then at the small tricycle in front of her and immediately laughed: “Oh, Sister Qiuran, since you can’t drive this, why don’t you just ride the scooter with us?”
Before Fu Qiuran could speak, Lyu Yin already nimbly straddled the driver’s seat of the tricycle and said, “No need. Thank you for your kindness. I can drive this.”
Yu Chu: “…”
Fu Qiuran immediately smiled broadly. She placed the vegetable basket in the back of the tricycle, sat directly next to Lyu Yin, and raised her chin at Yu Chu, signaling: “Go ride your scooter. I’m leaving first, little brother.”
Le Weier and Feng Shuang sat in the small van and opened the window to wave: “Bye~ Bye~”
Yu Chu: “…………”
He subconsciously looked over at Gu Yu.
He saw Gu Yu already sitting in the front of the bicycle, one hand resting on the handlebars, and one foot on the ground to maintain balance.
The Alpha was wearing casual clothes today. Her dark hair was tied up, and her posture was tall, with outstanding elegance. The simple style on her added a sense of sophistication.
Behind her, Miss Song lowered her eyes and slid onto the back seat. Once seated, she took the vegetable basket from Gu Yu’s hand and held it steady on her lap.
The vegetables in the basket were mainly green leafy vegetables and a few loofahs, so it didn’t weigh much when she took it.
The pair’s movements flowed smoothly. Although they hadn’t exchanged a single word, their actions were naturally in sync, without any awkwardness.
Seeing this, a slight sense of surprise crept into Yu Chu’s heart.
“Let’s go, Yu Chu. We should set off too.” While he was deep in thought, a voice suddenly reached him. Quan Yanfei was holding the vegetable basket in one hand and the front handlebar of the children’s scooter in the other, and his foot was already pushing off the ground.
The movement was both comical and awkward.
Yu Chu immediately lost all train of thought, feeling utterly black-out dizzy.
The scenery along the way slowly moved backward. As the bicycle traveled, it brought with it gusts of cool morning breeze.
The follow-up cameraman drove behind them, holding the camera from a distance, while a miniature camera recording close-ups was clipped to the bicycle’s handlebars.
Precisely because of this, the two did not get too close. Song Xinran’s hands only gripped the seat.
The three-kilometer journey was not long, but the country roads were winding and sometimes had slopes. During the ride, an occasional wobble or tilt was inevitable.
Gu Yu’s voice was carried somewhat far by the wind: “Don’t fall off.”
“I won’t,” Song Xinran replied with a slight lack of confidence, gripping the seat harder with her fingers.
In front, Gu Yu’s usually calm eyes were now filled with a more complex emotion. She really wanted to ask Miss Song why she wasn’t holding her waist.
Perhaps she was unwilling. After all, now that Miss Song’s pheromones were temporarily stable, she naturally didn’t need to be as clingy as before.
And behind her, Song Xinran stared at Gu Yu’s waist, wanting to tightly wrap her arms around it for the fifth time, but the car behind them had several follow-up cameras filming.
She didn’t know if Gu Yu would object to being intimate with her in front of outsiders. She remembered Xu Ru telling her that public figures were all very sensitive about these things.
Her fingers tightened, but in the end, she didn’t let her hands move.
A sudden, inexplicable silence fell between the two.
During this time, Gu Yu tried her best to minimize the impact and shaking around every corner, but they soon encountered a steep slope.
It was a nearly sixty-degree descent with a few small potholes midway. If Miss Song didn’t hold on tight, she could easily fall off.
Gu Yu slowed the bike down a bit. After hesitating for a moment, she said in a tone that sounded like she was asking for permission: “Miss Song, you need to hold my waist…”
The words had only reached this point, and before the rest of the sentence was out, her waist tightened as Song Xinran’s arms wrapped around her.
The action revealed an eagerness, as if she had been waiting for so long and finally heard what she wanted to hear.
Gu Yu paused slightly in her movement, but ripples spread in her eyes, and a faint smile bloomed.
She didn’t say the remaining word, choosing instead to push off the ground with her foot. The bicycle started moving forward.
“Miss Song, hold tight.” The faint, clear voice vanished in the wind.
The bicycle plunged downward at an increasing speed. The sound of the wind whistled past their ears.
Song Xinran was holding on tightly. She was pressed against Gu Yu’s back, her eyes closed, feeling each other’s warmth, secretly yet boldly.
After descending the slope, Song Xinran struggled over whether to let go. As if sensing her hesitation, Gu Yu said, “The mountain roads here are winding. There’s no guarantee we won’t encounter a sharp turn next.”
Hearing this, Song Xinran couldn’t help but curve her lips, following her own desire. The hands wrapped around Gu Yu’s waist tightened again.
“You’re right. Constantly letting go and re-holding is too much trouble. Let’s just keep it like this,” she said.
Rounding a corner of a small road, perhaps because they were getting closer to the town, the road gradually became wider and flatter. The bicycle was no longer bumpy, traveling smoothly and at a steady speed.
But Song Xinran still did not release her hands. Gu Yu did not mention it either. It was as if both of them had forgotten about the matter.
Gu Yu glanced back at the vegetable basket, then at the town not far ahead, and said, “We’ve arrived.”
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