Upon hearing Jin Shilin’s voice, the owner of the long legs squird in place but didn’t move away.
Jin Shilin pushed up his glasses, his expression unchanged, but his gaze was very cold.
He is a very self-disciplined person, maintaining self-control no matter what happens, and he likes the feeling that everything is under his control. Therefore, he particularly abhors smoking, drinking, and the classic trio.
After all, indulging in these five things, especially alcohol and the classic trio, increases the chance of losing control and making mistakes.
Isn’t self-control what distinguishes humans from animals? Knowing that engaging in these might lead to mistakes, why try them? Just cut them off at the source.
Even though he’s unmarried and currently doesn’t have a partner, he’s indeed encountered plenty of people who cheated after drinking. They all seek their girlfriend’s forgiveness, citing drunkenness as their excuse.
He always scoffs at this. Truly drunk leaves no chance for losing control, drinking a little without restraint leads to a wandering mind, resulting in a perfect storm. Any woman who forgives her boyfriend for this is just out of her mind.
When he encounters people who indulge in smoking and drinking during work, he manages to keep a straight face. If they dabble in the classic trio, he remains composed but secretly reports them. In life, he doesn’t even need to maintain basic workplace niceties.
The person lying in front of him is more like a drunkard; he doesn’t need to hide his disgust and just takes a turn to leave. He even thinks it would be great if a dog would step over the drunkard later.
Just as he turns a corner, the pair of legs wriggle over to block his way again.
Jin Shilin: "..."
He promptly takes out his phone, ready to call the police, using the reason of disrupting city order and maliciously causing trouble.
And at that mont, he hears a low voice.
"My head hurts."
A very clear voice, not sounding like soone who drank too much, just with a sowhat peculiar accent.
He looks over, discovering that when the person wriggles, their head pokes out of the flower bush.
This is a quite exquisite face, with features leaning towards gentle, sowhat like a male with a feminine appearance. Moreover, he has eyes resembling his cousin Miaomiao’s puppy eyes, slightly droopy, appearing particularly innocent.
What’s unusual is that his eyes seed to be silver grey. It’s rare for the eyes of Chinese people to be this color.
His hair should be naturally curly, and brown, inevitably evoking thoughts of a teddy dog.
Teddy dog... no, the brown-haired handso guy lifts his head and notices Jin Shilin.
Despite wearing casual clothes, Jin Shilin still gives off a clean-cut and assertive vibe.
The brown-haired handso guy imdiately hides his head back into the flower bush, muttering incessantly, "Can’t see , can’t see , can’t see..."
Jin Shilin: "...Do you need to call the police?"
He suspects this person is not well and needs the police to help take him ho.
"Call, call the police?"
The brown-haired handso guy jumps up in fright, but quickly, his legs weaken and he sits on the ground.
He seems not accustod to standing and walking on his legs.
"Don’t, don’t, don’t call the police."
The suspicious level skyrockets.
Jin Shilin decisively calls the police.
The originally pale face of the brown-haired handso guy turns even whiter, almost close to transparent.
How can soone’s skin be nearly transparent?
When he looks again, the brown-haired handso guy’s complexion returns to normal, yet his body keeps trembling!
Suspicious, very suspicious.
The policen arrive soon, demanding identification from the brown-haired handso guy.
"Id, identification?"
The handso guy understands these words, but he doesn’t have it.
"Didn’t, didn’t bring it."
Policeman: "...What’s your na? Where do you live? Do you have any relatives who can verify your identity?"
The handso guy’s eyes are about to spin like mosquito coils.
"My na is East Gate East, oh no, East Gate West... Ho, ho is... don’t rember... Relatives... I don’t have, ah no, I have one, oh no, I have two, three..."
While saying this, the brown-haired handso guy keeps trembling, even his voice shakes; anyone with eyes can see he’s very flustered.
The policeman and Jin Shilin: "..."
Only able to say a na, unable to provide any other information, whether suffering from illness or suspicious, must follow the policen and leave.
As he is forced to leave, the brown-haired handso guy is already tearful.
"Clearly very close, yet..." Energy used up!
He tries to glare fiercely at Jin Shilin, standing in place.
The man in a gray casual outfit pushes up his glasses and decisively turns around.
Pet Park.
The children who have gotten familiar with each other are already playing wildly.
The animals brought by everyone are not shy, and they’re having a great ti. Cats, dogs, parrots, and ponies seem especially harmonious.
The participating parents are quite at ease, even able to sit in rows and chat.
The director and other staff are also quite relaxed.
Several staff mbers are whispering.
"This is simply the warst program I’ve participated in."
"Yeah, other programs always have celebrities stirring things up, or the crew causing trouble, our director is truly a rarity."
"What rarity? This is called being a normal person, right? The internet is so chaotic lately, it’s annoying, wouldn’t it be nice to have more healing programs like this?"
Most of the remaining audience thinks so, it’s rare to have a truly healing program, so they’re just sipping tea, munching on sunflower seeds, watching, as if it washes off a week’s work fatigue.
Of course, so people stay behind just to be annoying, say things like ’celebrities just know how to make money’ ’it’s too boring, how can you keep watching’ and all get reported by everyone.
So people leave quietly, showing through actions that you can choose not to like, but don’t harm. Respect others, and you’ll be respected.
Playing until noon, the children and animals are all looking eagerly in the director’s direction, they didn’t speak, but their eyes all write three words.
"Serve lunch!"
The director quickly serves food.
Everyone eats happily.
Lan Lan only eats a third.
Zhong Yi sees this and exclaims joyfully, "Mom, you know I can’t get full, did you specially save it for ?"
Lan Lan, who needs to maintain her figure: "...Ah, saved for you."
Zhong Yi happily takes it over, imrsed in eating, not forgetting to say, "Thank you mom, I love you!"
The latter few words sound exactly like when Tuanzi speaks; you can tell at once it’s learned from Tuanzi.
Lan Lan freezes.
She doesn’t spend much ti with her son, frankly speaking, the feelings aren’t deep, plus she and her husband are strict. Kids in the playful phase don’t particularly like this type of parent.
Yet her son says he loves her.
Lan Lan is so moved she’s about to decide to add more food for her son.
Upon seeing her son’s physique, she swallows back the excitent.
Not only Zhong Yi is unsatisfied, but also Tuanzi and Li Zhou, especially Tuanzi.
The senior and junior sister exchange a glance, carrying identical smiles to find the director.
The director feels like being targeted by two predators.
"Miaomiao, what’s the matter?"
Tuanzi covers her belly, showing a pitiful expression, as if her montary release of inner strength was the director’s illusion, "Didn’t eat enough, so hungry."
Li Zhou mimics her tone, "So hungry."
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