Looking at Xia Zhoujian's smiling face, Su Miao felt even more irritated.
She said coldly, "Shouldn't you be delivering food? Be careful not to get a bad review."
"Oh right, I almost forgot about the deliveries," Xia Zhoujian's expression changed instantly. "Little Su Yuyan, uncle has to go now. Goodbye."
Su Yuyan responded with a cool "Mm," and added, "Mr. Xia, take care on the road. Goodbye."
After mother and son watched Xia Zhoujian leave, there was a moment of silence.
Considering her child was still present, Su Miao chose not to light the cigarette in her hand, instead tucking it behind her ear. "Back to preschool or home?"
Before Su Yuyan could answer, Su Miao spoke again, "Never mind, we're already out."
For Su Yuyan, preschool was optional. With his level of logical thinking, he could outmatch not just preschoolers but even elementary school students.
Sending him to preschool was purely to allow him to interact with children his age, to prevent him from becoming too isolated.
Su Miao took off her eye-catching jacket. "Since we're out, let's indulge in a day of fun. Tomorrow, it's back to school and work as usual."
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"Su Yuyan, shoot to the left, quick!" Su Miao wore AR glasses, holding a device in her hand. "Watch out, there's an enemy behind you."
Su Yuyan's reaction was lightning-fast. Hearing the warning, he shot without hesitation.
With this perfect coordination, they won yet again.
"Su Yuyan, well done!" After praising him, Su Miao took off her AR glasses.
After two hours, Su Miao's forehead was beaded with sweat.
Su Yuyan followed suit, removing his glasses.
"Let's take a break before playing more," Su Miao set down the equipment and walked to a nearby sofa to rest. "We've been playing for a while, let's have something to drink and replenish our energy."
Su Yuyan took the drink and sat beside Su Miao.
The venue was spacious, neither crowded nor empty. Excited shouts occasionally pierced the air, adding to the general hubbub.
"So, wasn't that fun?" Su Miao tilted her head back and took a big gulp of her drink.
Su Yuyan nodded slightly.
It was fun.
This was Su Yuyan's first time playing such a game, but his learning ability was impressive. Su Miao had only briefly explained how to operate the controls, and he picked it up immediately.
His speed of learning left Su Miao in awe.
She couldn't help but think, no wonder he's a child from a novel.
Su Yuyan sat properly, his back straight as a rod, holding his drink with both hands on his lap, the very picture of a model student. Su Miao, in stark contrast, had her entire back resting against the sofa, one foot propped up on the knee of her other leg.
In public, such a posture might be considered improper, but when Su Miao did it, no one seemed to mind. Her way of sitting exuded a casual, relaxed air.
Su Miao glanced at him sideways.
He was clearly happy, clearly enjoying the game, yet this kid maintained his usual cool demeanor. Always wearing that serious little face like an adult, not a trace of childishness in sight.
It left her feeling somewhat unfulfilled.
Su Miao suddenly had a thought: could he actually have a poker face? How else could a child maintain such composure, showing no emotion whatsoever?
"Kid, are you sitting so straight because you're waiting for the teacher to call you up to the board?" Su Miao couldn't help but tease him.
Su Yuyan: "......"
Wasn't that exactly what she had said before? Unable to do something herself, so she attacks others for it.
Su Yuyan ignored her, and Su Miao, long accustomed to this, persisted in her provocation. "Kid, let me ask you a question. Do you know which part of me is the whitest?"
Although Su Yuyan didn't respond, his expression showed he was pondering the question.
After quite a while, Su Yuyan still couldn't come up with an answer, his brow slightly furrowed.
Seeing this, a glint appeared in Su Miao's eyes, and she laughed, "Can't figure it out? Want to know the answer?"
Su Yuyan looked at her, waiting for her response.
"Here, let me show you." She rolled her eyes at Su Yuyan. "It's the whites of my eyes, silly. The whites of the eyes are the whitest. Su Yuyan, you dummy."
Su Yuyan: "......"
Childish, truly childish.
"Play a round against me." As the voice sounded, a strange figure appeared before Su Miao.
Su Miao looked up.
The newcomer was dressed in trendy brands, wearing a metal necklace and a conspicuous black obsidian earring on his cartilage. His hair was dyed gray, and his features were cool and handsome.
Su Miao sized up his appearance, and the young man likewise appraised Su Miao's looks.
She lifted her head slightly, her long hair cascading over her shoulders moved subtly. Her features were delicate and striking, her eyes captivating as she looked up, breathtakingly beautiful.
"I heard you just broke my record," he said. He had held the record for this game for two years, and this was the first time someone had surpassed it.
Even he himself couldn't beat this game record, so when he heard someone had broken it, he drove straight over.
Su Miao was taken aback for a moment. She turned to Su Yuyan, "Son, do you know him?"
"No," Su Yuyan replied expressionlessly.
Su Miao tilted her head and shrugged her shoulders.
The implication was clear: we don't know you, so we won't compete.
"What would it take for you to play against me?" Mu Cheng's displeasure was evident in his eyes.
Su Miao's eyelashes fluttered, her red lips curled in a half-smile, "Not interested."
This guy clearly looked like one of those rich, idle young masters from a wealthy family. While she wasn't afraid, there was no need to invite unnecessary trouble.
Besides, there wasn't much point in competing in a game like this.
She could win with one hand tied behind her back. There was no challenge at all; she had played for real in the apocalypse.
"That's not acceptable," Mu Cheng's face clouded over, unwilling to give up. "You must compete with me. Name your conditions."
The thought of his long-held record being broken irked him immensely. He had to reclaim his first-place position, and he wanted to face her directly.
"I can name any condition?" Her red lips quirked upwards.
She was a bit tempted.
"Yes."
"Any condition at all?" Su Miao asked again.
Mu Cheng eyed Su Miao's mischievous gaze, a strange feeling growing in his heart. For the sake of the competition, he chose to ignore this odd sensation. "Yes."
"Alright, I'll compete with you."
Su Miao's change of heart was so sudden it left Su Yuyan dumbfounded.
How could she be so unprincipled? His understanding of her was constantly being challenged these days.
Su Miao's judgment of people was spot on. Mu Cheng was indeed a rich kid, and the vast gaming hall was instantly cleared out.
As they donned their equipment and the game began, Su Miao immediately entered the zone.
Even if Mu Cheng played exceptionally well, he could never be a match for Su Miao. After all, Su Miao had lived through real experiences; what she had been through wasn't a game—there was no restart, no second chance.
While Mu Cheng was giving it his all, Su Miao seemed to be playing effortlessly, calm and composed.
Su Yuyan stared intently at the screen, which displayed not the game visuals, but the scores.
The difference in their scores wasn't much, less than a hundred points apart.
Now, even the slightest mistake or a two-second delay could lead to the opponent taking the lead.
Although the clubhouse had been cleared out, the staff were still present. So it wasn't just Su Yuyan who was fixated on the screen, but also the staff members present.
This clubhouse belonged to the Mu family, so naturally, the staff were rooting for Mu Cheng, hoping he would win.
However, some staff members soon noticed Su Miao's relaxed demeanor. Under her AR glasses, her red lips were curved in a slight smile, giving her the appearance of a cat toying with a mouse.
A staff member was startled by his own thoughts. Just as he tried to banish these strange ideas from his mind, he saw Su Miao switch the gaming device to her other hand, her smile deepening. This happened with just one minute left before the game's end.
In this final minute, Su Miao's score began to pull away from Mu Cheng's at a visibly rapid pace.
The game ended.
Su Miao had won, and Mu Cheng had suffered a crushing defeat.