The quick-traveling scumbag is really a heartthrob

Ban Shu woke up early the next morning, probably because she had made up for her sleep the day before, so she got up very early today.

When she came out to wash up, she found Song Zixing leaning outside the tent.

With her eyes closed, her long and thick eyelashes cast a shadow on the lower eyelids like crow feathers.

Ning Yan was carrying a bucket of clear water. When he saw that she was awake, he put down the bucket and gave her the strawberry milk in his pocket. His voice was clear and tired, "You won't want to sleep again?"

Pan Shu shook her head and said she was full from sleep.

Ning Yan nodded, sat in front of the boiler and started cooking.

He knew nothing about it.But the advantage is that he has a stubborn spirit and refuses to admit defeat. By relying on his own exploration, the rice he makes now is not very delicious, but it is more than enough to fill his stomach.

But Pan Shu refused to eat what he cooked.

Ning Yan was holding back her breath and tinkering with the boiler every day. From the beginning, she frowned, but now, she can do it with ease.At least from his expression, it was impossible to tell whether what he was cooking was a pot of garbage or a pot of rice.

He said it just didn't look good.

Pan Shu didn't believe it.

At this time, Ning Yan stopped calling her stupid.She would smile and raise her eyebrows, saying that she had become smarter and was no longer fooled.

In fact, Ning Yan didn't want her to eat it.

His cooking skills were terrible, and he would rather hate it than harm her.

A pot of sweet porridge was bubbling, and the lid of the pot was bumping constantly due to the steam. The boy watched quietly without blinking, and then glanced at his watch. When the time was up, he immediately opened the lid of the pot.

Song Zixing woke up at this time.

He patted his chest and complained, "Ning Yan, you cook the same way."

Pan Shu was munching wild fruits on the side and couldn't help laughing.

Only then did Song Zixing realize that Pan Shu had woken up a long time ago. His eyes lit up, "Sister, sister, are you awake?"

Pan Shu said "hmm", her voice unclear.

"Did you sleep well last night?" Song Zixing came close to Pan Shu and sniffed, "Sister, you smell so good."

Ning Yan stretched out his long legs and kicked Song Zixing away with an expressionless expression, "Get away."

Song Zixing glared at Ning Yan resentfully.

But the next second he was radiant, his eyes sparkling, "Sister, without further ado, shall we go on a date now?"

Pan Shu had no objection and nodded.

"Why don't you eat something before leaving?" Ning Yan said quietly.

Pan Shu took another bite of the wild fruit, curled her lips and smiled, "Yeah, okay."

She really wanted to try it.

Song Zixing brought the dishes over and said, "It smells quite fragrant, it should be pretty good."

Ning Yan paused nervously. He filled a bowl for Song Zixing and scooped a little more for Ban Shu's pink pig bowl. "If it doesn't taste good, I'll throw it up. Do you hear me?"

He also knows it doesn’t taste good.

Pan Shu thought, even if it tastes bad, how can it be so bad?

She picked up the spoon and took a small mouthful and put it into her mouth. Meeting Ning Yan's expectant eyes, Pan Shu swallowed the porridge in her mouth with difficulty, "Ning Yan."

"Yeah." Ning Yan felt a little uncomfortable.

"Forget it, you have no talent."

The translation of this sentence is, it's really unpalatable.

"Pfft -" Song Zixing spat out all the porridge in his mouth and turned pale, "Ning Yan, you fucking poisoned the porridge, right?"

Ning Yan: "..."

Song Zixing slowed down for a long time, and when he stood up, his calves were shaking.

Pan Shu endured the hard work with a smile.

"How about I wait for you to rest before leaving." Pan Shu said.

Song Zixing wrinkled his handsome face and nodded bitterly. He complained, "Sister, I suspect Ning Yan wants to kill me."

Ning Yan sneered, not intending to take the blame, "Don't touch porcelain."

"..."

After a while, Song Zixing's face was no longer so pale. He said pitifully, "Sister, can you hold my hand and walk? I still feel a little uncomfortable..."

Ning Yan raised her eyelids and said, "What you are eating is porridge, not arsenic."

Song Zixing replied, "Your porridge is worse than arsenic."

"..." Ning Yan stopped talking.

Song Zixing was not able to hold Pan Shu's hand in the end, but he was gifted with a smiling face, and others could not see his loneliness.

"Sister, can I still see my sister after I get off the island?" Song Zixing asked.

Pan Shu pondered for a moment, "Yes."

"Oh."

Song Zixing wanted to get closer to his sister.

In fact, it was used at first.

Because the girl in front of him was simple, innocent, harmless, and seemed to have no scheming intentions, Song Zixing was sure from the beginning that she was Cupid, and she was the only Cupid in their group.

ah.Where is the little Cupid surrounded by seven werewolves.

He approaches her in an attempt to seduce her into falling in love with him and choosing him.

After all, the boy was born with a good and endearing appearance, and there were very few people who didn't like Song Zixing's face.

He is confident.

But he was frustrated for the first time.

The girl seemed to have only Ning Yan in her eyes.There is no trace of Song Zixing.

Do you mean frustrated?It doesn't seem appropriate either.

Song Zixing was not sure when he got interested. He just wanted to call her sister and see her smile at him.In the end, he thought greedily, hoping that she would like him more.

Song Zixing doesn’t need bonuses, he doesn’t need anything at all.

I just want her to care about him more.

But he suddenly discovered that the sacrifices and concessions he thought he had made seemed to Ning Yan to be insignificant and could be ignored.

At first, Song Zixing envied Ning Yan and his preference for Pan Shu.

Only later did he understand.

It was because of Ning Yan's preference for the girl's uprightness that he gained the girl's preference for him.

Ning Yan was the first to notice Pan Shu being abandoned by Meng Xi. He panicked and went up the mountain to look for her inch by inch.

When Meng Xi framed Ban Shu, it was Ning Yan who stood by her side, fearing that she would be wronged, and believing in her regardless and supporting her.

It rained heavily and Pan Shu had a fever. Ning Yan risked his life to give Pan Shu a chance of survival.

Even if he himself is dying, there is not a good piece of meat in his body.

It’s walking a long way every day to get her the cleanest spring water, it’s the strawberry milk that’s heated every day, it’s standing stubbornly outside the cabin all night, it’s the beautiful little skirt that Pan Shu wears every day, it’s the person who always stands out in the crowd. It's Pan Shu.

It was because the wine cellar was afraid of embarrassing her that even though he violently wanted to kill Yan Chuan, he still kept silent.

"..."

Looking back, Song Zixing realized that he had lost so completely.

"Sister." Song Zixing was quiet for two seconds. He was rarely so serious. "I will not give up."

It's ok.

She and Ning Yan were not together yet. Even if they were together, they could separate. Even if they got married, they could divorce. He was shameless, so he relied on her.

Pan Shu understood Song Zixing's meaning for no reason, and she curved her lips.

Song Zixing's strategy value just reached 100.

Very good.

It was still dark when they returned to the camp. Ning Yan was standing at the intersection, leaning against the tree with his eyebrows lowered, waiting for her.

Hearing the noise, his eyebrows moved and he raised his eyes. The golden sunset outlined the slim and tall young man's tall and straight outline, blurring bit by bit, "I'm back, let's go."

He walked up to the girl, lowered his head and said:

"Go write your name."