Yu-Gi-Oh!: This isn't a duel!

The lights shining through the gaps in the distant high-rise buildings cast their shadows long and distant.

Looking at the two somewhat lonely figures, Chen Yuan and his sister exchanged a glance and saw the confusion in each other's eyes. What exactly is the relationship between these two people?

"how?"

Ling Shiyao stopped and looked back at You Yang, who had followed her out, only when she reached the fiery red sports car.

A faint smile played at the corners of his lips, a smile that seemed as if it could be blown away by the wind at any moment.

"You can't bear to part with me?"

"Or are you deciding to come back with me?"

"Do not."

You Yang said.

"I've come to return this to you."

He pulled the golden card from his pocket. In the dimly lit street, the edge of the gilded card seemed to be burning with a ring of tiny flames, and the mysterious patterns were faintly visible in the light.

Ling Shiyao's gaze fell on the card, but she didn't reach out.

"You really think about it?"

She asked, her voice soft, with a hint of tenderness that was barely perceptible.

"Actually, it's not as scary as you think."

“Identity is never the issue; records can be reconstructed, and the past can be erased.”

"Moreover... we also have five social insurances and one housing fund, work injury insurance, and the death benefit is very high."

She even made a joke, a cold and cruel joke.

You Yang remained silent for a moment, as if searching for a sufficiently solid reason.

"Feel sorry."

He finally spoke, his voice somewhat hoarse.

"I'm just... not used to putting my life on someone else's scales."

He raised his head and met Ling Shiyao's gaze, his eyes filled with a weariness that seemed to have seen through the ways of the world.

"I'm used to being alone."

Whether this city, this world, will explode or be reborn tomorrow, as long as those sparks don't hit me, I don't care.

He paused, as if mocking himself, "I'm just that kind of selfish guy."

Ling Shiyao's smile remained unchanged, but something in the depths of her eyes dimmed.

She has seen too many passionate, idealistic young people willing to sacrifice themselves for the greater good, and she has also seen how they burn out like shooting stars.

Perhaps, You Yang's "selfishness" is the attitude that allows him to live the longest.

"Is that so? I see."

she says.

"Are you planning to stay here?"

"Yes, Chen Yuan said the houses here are very cheap."

"I have some money left in my card, just enough to buy a house with a yard."

"I think... I need to have a place of my own first, and then I'll think carefully about what I should do in the future."

"it is good."

Ling Shiyao nodded, no longer insisting, as if the invitation that had concerned her fate was just a casual inquiry.

"Since this is your choice."

She finally reached out, but instead of taking the card, she gently pushed You Yang's hand back.

"Then consider this a parting gift from me."

Her fingertips were icy cold; she would let go at the slightest touch.

"Keep it, just in case a spark gets on you someday."

"You still have somewhere to stay."

"And you may be able to use it very soon."

She gave a strange smile, opened the car door, and got into the driver's seat with the fluidity of a falcon returning to its nest.

The roar of the engine was like the heartbeat of a giant beast awakened. Looking at the car window about to close, You Yang suddenly shouted with all his might:

"If! If something happens in the future that you can't solve either—"

"Then come find me!"

"As long as I'm still here, I will definitely help!"

This was his last and only promise.

He never makes promises lightly, but once he does, he always keeps them.

The car window stopped, and Ling Shiyao's pretty face, which had no expression, reappeared.

She didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly for a few seconds, then stretched out her hand and made a cool "OK" sign in the air.

The next second, the engine roared deafeningly, and the red sports car transformed into a blood-red arrow, tearing apart the tranquility of the street.

It left a dazzling afterimage at the edge of the field of vision, and then disappeared.

The world returned to silence.

You Yang stood there, still holding the gilded card that was still warm in his hand, as if holding a piece of the past.

It's likely that the two sides will never cross paths again after today.

The scarlet sports car, like a flowing stream of blood, quickly drove away from the slums and into the city.

The world outside the window was rapidly stretched into blurry light trails; neon lights, streetlights, and building outlines all blended into a shattered galaxy, rushing backward at breakneck speed.

In the space wrapped in premium leather and cool metal, there is only the steady, heartbeat-like low growl of the engine and the numbers on the dashboard gleaming with a faint blue light.

As she gazed at the rapidly passing scenery, Ling Shiyao felt her mind was unusually clear.

She began to think about her encounter with You Yang, and how their first meeting had led to a rather big misunderstanding.

Later, she realized You Yang's potential and wanted to win him over, so she showed him a lot of things.

Reputation, money, status!

As long as You Yang is willing to follow her, she can make it easy for him to obtain what he desires.

She was always surrounded by many people, and she knew perfectly well why they were there.

However, she didn't care; everyone got what they wanted.

Interpersonal relationships are just about you using me and me using you, right?

But to her surprise, when she extended an olive branch to You Yang, she was rejected.

At that moment, she heard You Yang's words from before he left again.

Is that a promise?

Not bad at all!

Chapter 57 Activate the Magic Card! The Hero Arrives!

Three days later, as You Yang stood in front of his house looking at the group of uninvited guests, he suddenly understood the meaning behind Ling Shiyao's smile before she left.

"So, what's going on here?"

"Is there anyone in charge?"

You Yang looked at the workers in front of him and asked directly.

"Ahem, well then let me explain."

"My name is Shi Jian, and I'm in charge here."

“This area is going to be redeveloped, so all of you slum dwellers will have to move out of here.”

"Don't worry, we'll give you a settling-in allowance, around ten thousand."

"Alright, move aside, we're about to start construction."

A burly, muscular middle-aged man stepped forward and spoke slowly.

He was probably in his early forties, wearing a blue work jacket, with a loud voice and a hearty laugh.

But You Yang frowned upon hearing these words.

He really wondered if there was something wrong with his luck, how come he kept encountering all sorts of bad things?

Houses in slums are indeed worthless because most of them are unfinished buildings from the last century.

The abandoned place still looks somewhat human now, thanks to the repairs that Chen Yuan and Chen Yuexi had done after they arrived.

But the city has its own rules, and the slums have their own rules.

The houses where Chen Yuan and Chen Yuexi lived were all purchased with money.

After all, even though no one wants these unfinished buildings, we can't just let them renovate them however they want.

It's one thing to live there secretly, but it's another thing to renovate it before moving in.

Chen Yuexi was very farsighted; she found the original owners of these unfinished buildings before starting the renovations.

You Yang bought the house, but it's now in the hands of the developer.

Because the development was delayed, this building in Youyang was not sold, so it became a problem for the developer.

Now that someone wants to buy, the developer signed the contract without hesitation.

You Yang bought this house for only about 80,000 yuan.

But with the addition of renovations and furniture, it's already cost over 100,000 yuan.