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Inside the arcade, the two became increasingly engrossed in the game.

I browsed through the beverage machine, snack machine, and gashapon machine one by one.

A large amount of goods arrived quickly.

Potato chips, candy, small bottles of soda, and a few strange gashapon toys filled a whole plastic bag.

Liu Yifei was holding a pink pig in her arms and carrying snacks in her hands.

As she passed the racing simulator area, she suddenly stopped.

Two racing car cockpits are placed side by side in front.

It has a steering wheel, accelerator, and brake, and the seats even have hydraulic vibration devices underneath, which looks pretty cool.

Liu Yifei glanced at it twice, clearly itching to touch it.

She turned to look at Fang Yu and raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Dare to play a round?"

Fang Yu sneered on the spot.

"Fairy Sister, I'm not exaggerating."

"As long as it's something that runs on wheels, I, Fang, have never submitted to anyone."

"OK."

Liu Yifei placed the pink piglet aside and sat directly in the cockpit.

Don't make excuses when you lose.

"I should be saying that to you."

Insert coins, get on the bus, and choose a track.

As the countdown on the screen ticked, both men gripped the steering wheel tightly.

three.

two.

One!

"boom--"

Fang Yu slammed on the gas pedal and revved it to a halt.

The race car on the screen launched into the air instantly.

Accelerate, brake hard, cut corners, drift out of corners.

The entire set of movements was fluid and seamless, demonstrating masterful micro-management.

Even though it was just a simulator, he drove it like a racing god from Mount Akina.

the other side.

Liu Yifei also stepped on the gas, and the race car smoothly sped off.

The start was perfect, and she smiled slightly, clearly having practiced driving quite often and was very confident in her driving skills.

However, when we reached the first sharp bend...

She tried to mimic Fang Yu's movements, attempting to lightly brake and steer the car for a stylish drift.

As a result, the sensitivity of the arcade steering wheel was simply inhuman, and the hydraulic seat suddenly tilted violently with the screen.

"oops!"

Liu Yifei's hand slipped, and she turned the steering wheel too far.

"Bang!"

Sparks flew across the screen as the race car's rear end scraped hard against the left guardrail.

The hydraulic seats underneath bounced wildly.

Liu Yifei quickly gripped the steering wheel tightly, trying to pull the car back.

But the physics engine of this broken arcade machine is extremely strange. With a twist of the front, the car went straight for the tire wall on the right.

"boom!"

The race car plunged headfirst into the pile of tires and got completely stuck.

The seat shook violently again.

Liu Yifei swayed from side to side, frantically banging on the horn in her anxiety.

"What a piece of junk!"

"Why is the steering wheel so wobbly!"

Fang Yu had already finished running a lap, and while he was looking at her, he chuckled.

"Fairy Sister, you're relying entirely on the guardrail to bounce around corners, are you driving a bumper car?"

"Shut up!"

Liu Yifei was so angry that she put the car in reverse and tried her best to move it out of the pile of tires.

Two minutes later.

Fang Yu's race car drifted and smoothly crossed the finish line.

A large — popped up on the screen

"FINISH!"

He released the steering wheel and turned to look to the side.

Liu Yifei was still struggling with the overly sensitive steering wheel in the continuous curves of the second lap.

Sparks flew and the rear of the car slammed into the guardrail.

Fang Yu couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Fairy Sister, with your skills..."

"If the traffic police see this, they'll have to revoke your driver's license overnight."

Liu Yifei ripped off her seatbelt and angrily stepped out of the cabin.

"I refuse to accept this!"

"This machine is definitely faulty, replace it with that one!"

"If you're so capable, then don't run away!"

She pointed to a row of old-fashioned fighting arcade machines.

Fang Yu waved his hand.

"Come on then, I'll make sure you lose clearly today."

The two sat down in front of the machine.

Insert coins, choose your characters, and the battle begins.

As soon as the competition started, Liu Yifei unleashed her unique skill.

He frantically cranked the joystick with his left hand and frantically slammed the buttons with his right.

"Clap clap clap clap!"

The knocking sound was as loud as setting off firecrackers during the Chinese New Year.

There are no combos, and no tactics whatsoever.

The main idea is to defeat the master with a flurry of punches.

Commonly known as—a bunch of random scribbles.

Fang Yu flexed his wrists, just about to show off his top-notch micro-management skills.

But you can just turn your head and take a look.

Good guy.

The fairy sister gritted her teeth, her eyes fixed on the screen, her little hands clapping the buttons so fast they were almost blurry.

Their competitive spirit is practically overflowing the screen.

Fang Yu's e-sports spirit instantly dissipated on the spot.

Forget it.

My girlfriend is rarely this engrossed in a game, why bother beating her?

Are you looking for trouble?

He began to control the role precisely.

Each jump met Liu Yifei's chaotic, unpredictable punches head-on.

Every time they prepared to counterattack, they would "unexpectedly" miss.

"oops!"

"That's a clever move, how do we counter it?"

"No, fairy sister, what kind of lost martial arts technique is this?"

"Heroine, spare my life!"

Accompanied by Fang Yu's extremely exaggerated voiceover, the fighter on the screen was hit squarely in the face by Liu Yifei's random flying kick.

Health bar empty.

The character collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"KO!"

"yeah!"

Liu Yifei was so excited that she jumped up from her chair.

She clenched her fists and swung them forcefully twice in the air.

"We won!"

"I'm amazing!"

Fang Yu leaned back in his chair, rubbed his temples, and put on a defeated look that he was completely convinced of his defeat.

"I'm impressed."

"The Celestial Divine Skill is indeed as renowned as it claims; I humbly admit defeat."

Liu Yifei gave a smug hum.

The frustration of the crushing defeat in the race was completely swept away.

However, she wasn't stupid.

Fang Yu's maneuvering on the racetrack was so smooth, but on the fighting machine he suddenly became as stiff as a robot. Of course, she could tell something was wrong.

I just see through it but don't say it out loud.

If her boyfriend is willing to coax her, she'll just be happy.

The two then headed for the basketball shooting machine.

This time, Fang Yu displayed the top-notch professionalism expected of someone playing ball with a high-ranking leader.

For every shot Liu Yifei makes, he conveniently slips his hand once.

When Liu Yifei missed her shot, he calmly followed up with a clean swish, keeping the score difference within two or three points.

It doesn't seem too fake.

And they will absolutely not overtake them.

As the countdown entered its final ten seconds, Liu Yifei became visibly nervous.

She picked up the basketball and took several shots.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Two consecutive goals scored.

Fang Yu's last shot hit the front of the rim with "extreme precision" and bounced out.

"Beep—"

A buzzing sound rang out.

The score on the big screen froze completely.

Liu Yifei, 128 points.

Fang Yu, 126 points.

They won by a narrow margin of two points.

"I won again!"

Liu Yifei was panting, a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, and her eyes were sparkling with the light of victory.

Fang Yu spread his hands.

"OK."

"You're amazing, I admit defeat."

Liu Yifei looked at him and suddenly remembered something.

She reached into her pocket and darted around with her eyes.

Fang Yu felt a strange sense of foreboding rising in his heart.

"No, what do you want to do?"

Liu Yifei remained silent.

She took out the little trinket she had just gotten from the gashapon machine from her pocket.

It was a pink plush pig hair clip.

The pig's snout was ridiculously large, and springs were attached to the bottom of its two ears, causing them to tremble violently with the slightest movement.

Fang Yu's eyelids twitched violently.

"Fairy Sister".

"I don't think this thing really matches my macho image..."