Forced into a romantic relationship.

Guzheng loves the swings here because she can swing very, very high, and no one can do it as well as her.

Children will be amazed by this scene and jump around calling their friends to come and see, but the children's parents will usually hurriedly pull their children away because they feel that this behavior is too dangerous and may lead the children astray.

Not everyone can play the guzheng like that.

Han Zhou was a real weakling; he could only swing on the swing a couple of times, almost like an old man. In the past, at this time, Gu Zheng would run up behind him and push him hard. Once she saw his pathetic state, she would burst into laughter, clutching her stomach.

Then, with a disdainful look, he dismissed the novice and personally demonstrated the true joy of swinging.

However, the guzheng did not do that today, nor did it swing the swing high as usual.

Looking at the girl standing on the swing gazing into the distance, Han Zhou suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. Was Gu Zheng going for an artistic vibe? So he tiptoed behind her and gave the swing a hard push with all his might.

It has to be said that his face with sunglasses on, coupled with his furtive appearance, made him look exactly like a criminal who was scouting the area.

With his full effort, the swing swung much higher and faster. Gu Zheng's hair and clothes fluttered, and the dolphin pendant around her neck swayed. But she wasn't scared at all, and she didn't scream like a normal girl.

She glanced at Han Zhou with disdain, then smiled helplessly.

"Han Zhou, you're so childish."

"Heh, that's not what someone said when they pushed me like this before. Instead, they said it was a kind of training."

Han Zhou gave the swing another hard push. Seeing that Gu Zheng's expression remained unchanged, he knew that revenge was hopeless. He could only sigh and accuse her, "Besides, you used much more force back then than I do now."

Guzheng felt the hot wind blowing against her ear and said slowly, "That's because I can catch you no matter what, and I won't let you get hurt. But can you catch me?"

She glanced sideways at Han Zhou.

The latter considered it carefully for a moment, then hesitated and said, "That probably can't be done, you're quite heavy..."

Gu Zheng didn't say anything, but while the swing was falling, she gave him a light punch, which shut the annoying guy up.

Having been caught off guard, Han Zhou quickly moved aside, rubbing his arm, and said, "I may not be able to catch you, but I'm sure you won't fall, so there's no need to worry about it at all."

Gu Zheng paused for a moment, then smiled smugly, her eyes curving into crescents: "That's true, unless there's a problem with the swing, I definitely won't fall off."

This sentence sounded like a flag, and Han Zhou's heart tightened. He immediately became alert and prepared to deal with any unexpected situations. Fortunately, the swing was of better quality than expected and there were no problems.

The guzheng fell silent, swaying gently on the swing, its swaying shadow stretching long in the setting sun.

Standing on the swing, she could see half of the setting sun sinking into the western mountains. She didn't look at it for long before she fell into thought, looking as if she was in a daze.

Her expression suddenly became somewhat strange, and she asked, "Han Zhou, what does 'chasing the sun through the hips' mean?"

Han Zhou was taken aback, then said irritably, "You were indeed eavesdropping."

Guzheng pouted, unconvinced: "It's because you were talking too loudly... So what does this word actually mean?"

She hadn't actually intended to eavesdrop; she had only gone out to get some food, but she suddenly overheard Han Zhou and her mother talking, so she hid behind the wall and listened for a while.

Well, this can only be considered listening in, not eavesdropping.

"Literally."

Han Zhou gave a vague answer, saying that the story of Kuafu chasing the sun was a myth from his previous life, and he didn't want to explain it further.

"The literal meaning..."

Gu Zheng's expression grew increasingly strange. She shook her head, hesitated for a moment, and then suddenly mustered her courage to ask loudly, "Han Zhou, you said I am your sun, is...is that true?"

Her voice was strong and clear, but she turned her head away when she asked the question, clearly not wanting Han Zhou to see her expression.

I did say you were like the sun, that's true, but when did I ever say you were my sun?

Han Zhou smiled bitterly to himself, but did not deny it aloud: "Yes, it's true."

Gu Zheng's lips curled up slightly, but she quickly straightened her face and asked, "But I have a bad personality, will you hate me in the future?"

She didn't specify any particular aspect of her personality, but her voice sounded slightly uneasy, as if she was worried about hearing a negative answer.

No one made a sound; even the wind had stopped at some point, and the surroundings were eerily quiet.

After not hearing Han Zhou's reply for a long time, Gu Zheng felt a little scared for no reason. She quickly turned her head and saw that he had somehow come to her side and was standing by the swing, gazing into the distance. His sunglasses reflected the red glow of the setting sun, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned. At first glance, he was quite handsome.

"Guzheng, have you forgotten something?" he said in a deep voice, as if he were talking about something very important.

"what?"

"I can't live without you."

He would be even more handsome if he didn't speak so rudely.

Despite saying the same nonsensical thing, a bright smile appeared on Guzheng's face. It was as if a huge weight had been lifted from her heart. She turned her head away and said mercifully, "Then I'll let you live a good life."

Although he didn't answer directly, Han Zhou's meaning was already quite clear.

She was smiling happily.

Han Zhou smiled too. He had been worried that Gu Zheng would continue to be downcast, but now it seemed that he had worried too much.

However, looking at the temporary task that was about to end in the status bar, even though he knew that one minute was not enough time to do anything, he still couldn't help but ask, "Guzheng, I have a question for you."

"What's the problem?"

The girl had regained her usual energy and looked very excited. She swung the swing higher and higher, as if she might be thrown off at any moment.

Han Zhou tentatively asked, "To you, what would constitute favoritism?"

"preference?"

Gu Zheng froze for a few seconds, then suddenly exerted force with her legs and waist, and the swing spun 360 degrees in an instant. Han Zhou was scared half to death and hurriedly tried to catch her.

Fortunately, nothing unexpected happened. Guzheng came to a steady stop, and there was not a trace of panic on her face.

The swing gradually came to a stop. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, looked at Han Zhou's frightened expression, suddenly snatched his sunglasses, pointed at his panda eyes and burst into laughter, her eyes curving into beautiful crescent moons.

As she laughed, she pointed a finger to the distant sky, where the last rays of the setting sun lingered as darkness fell.

"To me... that's favoritism."

[Temporary task completed, 10 points earned]

Chapter 49 You're quite busy with your work.

When Han Zhou stepped off the subway, it was already completely dark.

He and Guzheng spent a lot of time in the park. Afterwards, that guy insisted on letting him experience the feeling of a swing spinning 360 degrees in the air. If he hadn't refused, he might not be back alive now.

Neither of them mentioned the graduation photo again. They played until dark before leaving the park. After taking Guzheng home, he took the subway and left.

Today's harvest was quite substantial. Excluding the daily tasks, I actually earned 60 points in one go, and now I have a surplus of 33 points.

Like Mo Yixia's side quest, Han Zhou also didn't quite understand how to complete the temporary quest involving the guzheng. If the former was somewhat traceable, then this time he really had no clue.

When did he start showing favoritism towards the guzheng? Was it because of something he didn't know?

Or perhaps the preference doesn't depend on what he did, but rather on how the guzheng felt?

I don't understand it, I just don't understand it at all.

Han Zhou simply gave up thinking.

He originally planned to use two points to exchange for a Power Pill to test its effects, but after thinking about it, he didn't do so.

This stuff has a rapid wound healing effect, and he was worried that if the medicine was too strong, the bruise on his left eye would disappear overnight, which would be problematic.

Others might not care about this, but it could very well arouse Mo Yixia's suspicion; that guy is quite perceptive.

He believed that Mo Yixia would pass the test tomorrow, so the two would inevitably meet again, and this situation had to be taken into account.

Not only that, he also planned to bring his panda eyes to the Zhong sisters, hoping that this pitiful appearance would make them feel even more guilty, so that he could take the initiative in their future interactions.

On his way home, Han Zhou looked at a lot of small cards on the ground that offered special services. These things weren't available a while ago, but he didn't expect them to reappear today.

However, it's normal for this thing to appear a few times occasionally, and it will disappear quickly if left alone. He usually ignores it.

He wasn't planning to pay any attention to it today, but something interesting happened: he actually happened to see the person throwing small cards on the ground.

The man was short, his face was hidden in the shadows, and he was throwing cards in a furtive manner. He even threw them into other people's yards from time to time, which was utterly despicable.

This scene was quite unusual, and Han Zhou couldn't help but take a few more glances. However, he didn't want to get involved with these messy people and things, so he quickened his pace, intending to leave as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, the short figure suddenly became familiar under the streetlights ahead, and his face became clear as he turned around. After seeing the other person's appearance, Han Zhou was taken aback.

The shorter man in front of him had obviously seen him too. His body trembled, his hand movements instantly stiffened, and even his expression became tense.

Han Zhou remembered this person; he was one of the group that had come to his house to collect a debt not long ago. The guy had been very rude and foul-mouthed, so Han Zhou had a very bad impression of him.

Their eyes met under the streetlight, and for a moment they both felt a little uncomfortable. The awkwardness was hard to describe; they didn't know whether to leave or stay, and their expressions were quite complicated.

Han Zhou hesitated for a moment, then forced a smile and said, "Well, you seem to be quite busy with work..."

The shorter man forced a forced smile, his gaze lingering for a moment on the man's bruised left eye, instantly conjuring up an image of the man being beaten up for not being able to pay back his debts: "You've had it pretty tough too..."

The two fell silent, and for a moment they even felt a sense of mutual pity.

The short man hesitated for a moment, then suddenly pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and tentatively asked, "Want one?"

"No, haha, I can't smoke."

"Really? Hehe, I'd forgotten."

The short man put the cigarette in his mouth.

"Heh, heh heh..."

The two chuckled awkwardly, and Han Zhou started to leave, but then he saw another figure appear in the distance, muttering, "Shanzi, how's it going? Hurry up and get going, it's so hot..."

The next second, the voice stopped abruptly, because the person who spoke also saw and recognized Han Zhou. He was one of the debt collectors who had come to collect the debt, and he looked very uncomfortable when he saw Han Zhou.

Can you believe this is going on? When they were collecting debts, they were acting all high and mighty in front of others, but now they're actually putting up flyers in front of them...

With no one around and two adult men on the other side, Han Zhou felt a bit dangerous. So, without making a sound, he put his hand in his pocket and gripped a packet of ketchup he always carried, as if he were holding a gun with the safety off.

If things go wrong, he plans to repeat his old trick and reveal his terminal illness again.

The two short men keenly noticed this movement, and were startled. They exchanged a glance and saw the seriousness in each other's eyes.

What does this kid mean? Is he going to pull out a weapon?

They were on guard, silently reaching for their lower backs as if touching a dagger they carried.

Seeing this, Han Zhou sneered inwardly, thinking to himself, "So these two really want to make a move. Are they planning to force me to pay my debt in a place like this?"

He watched their movements closely, prepared to change "on the verge of death" to "on the verge of death" at any moment.