don't like you

Zhong Shufang quietly moved to Song Jingcong's side. Before he could do anything, the lighting system in the haunted house started to work. The faint white light could only illuminate a small circle around the lamp. It was pale and pale. Flashing for a second, it is purely a decorative light for the atmosphere, and it has nothing to do with the word bright.

Sensing a staff member "floating" to his side, Zhong Shufang lowered his head to hide the flashing smile, and had already thought about how to start the scene.

After all, I have been acting for so many years, so I am a professional.

"I~dead~get~good~miserable~" The female ghost in red and black hair stretched out her hands with sharp pale false nails and moved forward slowly. Zhong Shufang adjusted his eyes and grabbed Song Jing next to him. From the corner of the clothes.

Song Jingcong thought that some staff member was determined to scare him, but when he turned his head, he saw Zhong Shufang staring at him with eyes full of fear and panic.

Scared of ghosts?

Song Jingcong immediately came to a conclusion, and quietly protected him and walked to the side to avoid the female ghost in red.

"They are all staff members." Song Jingcong comforted Zhong Shufang by deliberately blocking Zhong Shufang's view.

Zhong Shufang suppressed the corners of his mouth that were about to turn up, and continued to look at him with terrified eyes, "I know."

Song Jingcong glanced at the hem of the clothes that was being held tightly by Alpha, and responded in a low voice: "Well, you know."

As soon as the words fell, the coffin board next to him moved, and the zombie who had been lurking for a long time slowly sat up with the sound of sharpening knives, turned his neck stiffly, secretly observed that Zhong Shufang was afraid of ghosts, and specially faced the direction where he was standing He lifted his hair up, revealing his gray and rotting face.

Zhong Shufang: ...Thank you buddy.

He immediately hid to the side, tightly closed his eyes and covered his mouth, and got closer to Song Jingcong, so close that he could feel the warmth of Omega's light and shallow breath on his neck.

Zhong Shufang's hands trembled uncontrollably, wondering if he was scared enough?Will going too far damage Alpha's image?

Song Jingcong pursed his lips, acquiesced to let Zhong Shufang lean on him, reached out his hand and took out a marshmallow left over from coaxing the children, and put it in Zhong Shufang's hand.

I heard that eating sweets can more or less eliminate some negative emotions.

Even the air was icy cold under the strong cooling of the air conditioner, and the warmth from Song Jing's fingertips passed slowly across Zhong Shufang's hands.

Zhong Shufang hooked the corner of his mouth while hiding in the darkness, and put the marshmallow in his pocket.

This way of coaxing the child really surprised him, and it was really soft.

The neglected zombie climbed out of the coffin unwilling to be lonely, aiming at the position where Zhong Shufang was, bouncing forward, the sound of sharpening knives and grinding teeth intertwined, suddenly increased the volume and exploded in the ears of the two .

Zhong Shufang sighed deeply and froze in place.

Song Jingcong took Zhong Shufang's hand without hesitation, and ran towards the place where there were few "ghosts".

As he was walking, Gu An realized that Song Jing, who had been by his side all along, had disappeared for some time, and when he turned around, he saw the two of them running hand in hand.

... Tsk.

Gu An: I only have tasks in my heart.

Zhong Shufang enjoyed the feeling of Song Jingcong pulling him to run. There was a hint of white peach and oolong sweetness in front of him. It was Song Jingcong who quietly released some pheromones to appease him.

He deliberately stepped on Song Jingcong's footsteps half a beat slower, so that when the person in front stopped, he bumped into them without noticing.

Song Jingcong still thought that he was afraid of ghosts, so he didn't notice anything wrong, so he let go of his hand, "I've checked, there are no staff pretending to be ghosts around here."

In less than a minute, the warm touch in his hand dissipated, and Zhong Shufang felt sorry, and also remembered to look around to find the small print.

Naturally, the program team would not easily let them get the last small signboard. Several people searched back and forth and found five small signs, all of which were blank.

Wei Xing, Xia Ze, and Gu An even questioned the staff who were pretending to be ghosts one by one, and all they received was the staff's hard-working screams and screams.

"Come out~ you come out!" Gu An had an idea and hummed a few words into the microphone in some tune, and summoned the NPC arranged by the program group in the last level online.

Inspired by him, everyone raised their voices, all online looking forward to the appearance of the NPC.

No way, they couldn't find the NPC and had to wait for the NPC to come to them.

The staff pretending to be ghosts did not know when they quietly formed a circle, surrounded the eight guests, and listened to them howling silently for a while before reluctantly accepting the call.

The zombie brother took off the hat on his head, and took out the small plate hidden in the hat, which was the last word "and" that they all lacked.

"All the performances of the two teams need to be on stage. We will vote, and the team with the most votes will get the last small plate." The zombie brother announced the rules sternly, "I only give you 3 minutes to discuss what to perform. The show, the clock starts."

The background music in the haunted house began to change following the words of Big Brother Zombie. The spooky music accompanied by screams and grinding teeth became the ticking of the clock countdown, and the lights in the room also changed from pale and dim The faint light turns into the usual warm apricot color.

The preparation time was too short and all members were required to play. The two teams chose to sing, and the accompaniment part was handed over to Zhong Shufang and Song Jingcong, who were born in idols, to drive the atmosphere by soloing.

The judges vacillated between the red sign and the blue sign, and finally the red team won with a slight advantage after Jiang Shili woke up first and Daxing canvassed votes.

If the blue team loses, it is because the canvassing is too late.

Gu An grabbed Song Jingcong's arm and complained about Goddess Jiang's foul behavior. Jiang Shili grimaced at him and happily took the last piece of plaque, even shaking it in front of his eyes.

"Meet you in time and space"

The seven plaques that have been obtained through hard work are put together to form such a relevant and romantic text, and they belong to everyone on the booth prepared by the program team.

The sky not far away exploded with fireworks, illuminating the entire playground for a moment after another, and finally fell into the water like a star falling into the water, engraving and sealing the memories of the whole day here.

The third issue of Time and Space Travel has come to a perfect conclusion.

Xiaowen was waiting for Song Jingcong in the nanny car, and as soon as he came in, he handed over a small gold medal and a card, which were the prizes given to the winning team by the program team just now.

Xiaowen: "Brother Zhong just came over and asked me to give it to you."

Zhong Shufang was the first to leave just now, and he was already on his way back to the set.Song Jingcong took the things and opened the small card to see, there were a few strokes on it that marked the Q version of the two people, and opposite them was a Q version of the little zombie.

No wonder Zhong Shufang kept secret what he was doing at the end of the haunted house, and he disappeared for a while after he came out.

The small gold medal and the card were to thank him for the things in the haunted house, Song Jingcong smiled, and blushed at the two hands holding each other in the painting.

He didn't think so much when he pulled Zhong Shufang, and seeing the scene at that time reappeared, it seemed that the warmth in Alpha's palm invaded his palm little by little.

Song Jingcong thought that Zhong Shufang was thanking him for not revealing that he was afraid of ghosts in the haunted house, but in fact Zhong Shufang was just making up for a cotton candy he gave him.