Li Xiaoyu knew that there was still a way to go before Tang Xian could develop a liking for her.
But to her, Tang Xian's attitude today was like a stone gate that had been pried at for a long ti, and the lock had finally budged slightly.
Or perhaps for her, liking Tang Xian was sothing that didn't involve Tang Xian. But even a madman on these matters would hope for a response.
She was happy, but Tang Xian couldn't bring himself to feel happy.
Being too rational, there were many emotions Tang Xian just couldn't fathom.
There was however one certainty in his heart, he didn't dislike Li Xiaoyu, and that was the most troubling part.
He thought many of Li Xiaoyu's actions were downright foolish.
He also had no reason to respond to anyone's affection for him.
But faced with Li Xiaoyu's level of crazy affection, Tang Xian had never seen anything like it and was sowhat at a loss.
After hanging up the phone, Tang Xian headed towards the tiered corridor.
Li Xiaoyu trotted after him.
Outside the gymnasium, a man and a woman were quarreling, looking like husband and wife.
Walking behind Tang Xian, Li Xiaoyu glanced over.
The woman was pulling on the man's ear, yelling all sorts of trivialities. From afar, Li Xiaoyu could only faintly make out phrases like "fox spirit" and "secret stash of money".
"I really want to tug on your ear like that."
Li Xiaoyu blurted out unexpectedly.
Tang Xian looked at Li Xiaoyu with a face full of question marks, realizing he truly could not understand foolishness.
He then heard the man nearby declare with certainty:
"Wife, I swear to you, I've absolutely not hidden any private money!"
Tang Xian glanced over, reckoning the man's current honesty level was off the charts.
He felt sowhat sorry for the man because his current luck was also low, rated as "adverse for all matters".
The woman slapped him, and the man's phone dropped to the ground.
The evolution of mobile phones, over a thousand years, didn't make them as thin as so concept phones suggested. Making them smaller wasn't always better; convenience in the hand was all that mattered.
So phones beca increasingly functional and quicker in processing speed, but the design hadn't changed much.
In the past, people liked to hide money under the battery cover. It was still the case today.
The man's phone fell to the ground and a square purple organic gem dropped out.
This was the current form of a man's private stash, with a circulating value roughly equivalent to a hundred ancient soft coins.
The man chuckled awkwardly and said:
"Your slap knocked the credit out of my phone."
The woman dragged the man back by his ear.
Li Xiaoyu felt envious. Tang Xian's ears must be very comfortable to tug on.
Tang Xian, upon seeing Li Xiaoyu's expression, suddenly felt he hadn't wronged Song Que.
On the contrary, he was saving Song Que.
"Will you let tug on your ear, please? You can hide private money any way you want in the future, I don't mind, just let tug on your ear," Li Xiaoyu said.
Tang Xian thought about it; Li Xiaoyu really was soone with no experience in love, probably interpreting ear tugging as an intimate gesture between husband and wife.
"What married couples really care about isn't the private money itself, but what it's used for. That man had his ear tugged because he spent his private stash at a club. His desires haven't changed; he's still obsessed with a certain technician there."
Li Xiaoyu pondered for a mont and then understood, saying:
"I can do that too."
"What the heck?" Tang Xian was stunned.
"I could buy out those clubs. And if you find them ugly, I can replace them with prettier ones. Will you let tug your ear, please?"
Tang Xian realized his ears were indeed treasures.
He didn't continue the conversation and couldn't comprehend Li Xiaoyu's madness.
Li Xiaoyu laughed heartily, finding it very amusing.
The two walked on for a while longer.
They reached the cinema.
While humanity couldn't leave the Pyramid for filming, advanced imaging technology made movies even more lifelike.
Tang Xian had no desire to watch a movie; he had left howork for Tang Xiaojiu.
Whenever he had a mont of peace, Tang Xian would teach Tang Xiaojiu about human knowledge, and sharing the sa language reduced many difficulties.
He had intended to return to check Tang Xiaojiu's howork, but Li Xiaoyu stubbornly pulled Tang Xian into watching a movie.
The movie's the told the story of an entrepreneur tycoon's early life, how he step by step broke the monopoly of the state-owned car manufacturing industry in the United States, and another storyline was his romantic entanglents.
It portrayed his relationships with his two wives and one hundred and forty-six lovers.
The director used several flashback cuts to show the daily routine of a playboy, who did the sa thing every morning—kissing his female companion in the elevator, flirting with won in his office. Every few fras, he remained the sa, but the won kept changing.
Li Xiaoyu realized she had chosen the wrong movie; it wasn't interesting at all.
So male audience mbers would occasionally shout when the film showed risqué scenes.
When the narration sumd up that the protagonist maintained relationships with one hundred and forty-three won by the age of forty-three, it provoked another round of cheering.
After all, this was a biopic based on real events.
Tang Xian didn't find it distasteful nor appealing.
From the cinematography and the director's narrative pace, he thought it was a decent film.
But the subject matter wasn't to his taste.
When the movie ended, Li Xiaoyu said:
"I think a normal man would care that he actually had one hundred and forty-six lovers. You seem completely unfazed."
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