Forced into a relationship

She put on her mask again before getting in the car. Although he couldn't see her expression clearly, Han Zhou could still hear the dissatisfaction in her tone.

He sighed and said with a headache, "Telepathy is not reliable, but let's be realistic. There are so many numbers in a lottery ticket, it would be outrageous if we could choose exactly the same number, right? This has nothing to do with telepathy. Being able to choose the same number is called a special ability..."

Before getting on the taxi, Mo Yixia suddenly had the urge to buy a lottery ticket. However, after discovering that Han Zhou wanted to choose a different number from hers, she became inexplicably angry and kept muttering to herself, making Han Zhou laugh and cry.

This guy is really dramatic today.

"You just don't understand me."

Mo Yixia said quietly, "In fact, the more complicated the numbers, the more traceable they are. People who buy lottery tickets frequently will usually choose a lucky number that is easy to remember, such as a phone number, a social account, or a birthday."

When she said "birthday", she deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of these two words.

Han Zhou was stunned for two seconds, then he suddenly reacted and said with a strange look: "So that string of numbers is actually your birthday? Are you angry because I didn't realize it in time?"

Mo Yixia lowered the brim of her hat and turned her head away silently: “I’m not angry.”

Han Zhou looked at her unhappily, and said with a toothache, "If I'm not angry, why did you suddenly snatch the hat you gave me?"

"I was worried that you might feel too hot."

Han Zhou would never believe this guy's nonsense. He shook his head and said, "It is indeed a little hot, but you don't mind the sweat in your hat..."

"Why do you dislike it?"

Mo Yixia glanced at him and said in surprise, "As far as I know, although dogs have sweat glands all over their bodies, they mainly rely on their paw pads to excrete sweat, so a dog's head doesn't sweat, don't you know?"

Han Zhou's mouth twitched. How could he not hear that the "dog head" this guy was referring to was obviously his head...

After thinking for a moment, Mo Yixia continued: "Speaking of this, I had a question I wanted to ask you a long time ago."

"go ahead."

Han Zhou sighed slightly. He didn't want to respond, but he was afraid that this guy would pretend to be deaf and dumb like before, so he had to respond reluctantly.

"It's so hot, why don't you ever stick out your tongue to cool down?"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Hearing this, the driver who was driving in front couldn't hold it in any longer and started coughing, thinking that this girl was really interesting.

"Sorry, please continue."

He took several deep breaths, finally calming himself down, and pricked up his ears to continue eavesdropping.

Han Zhou heard Mo Yixia's resentment and said with a dark face: "Okay, okay, I know that the string of numbers is your birthday. I will remember it from today on. There is no need to bear a grudge."

But this day...

He has a photographic memory, so of course he remembers what the string of numbers was.

"I don't hold a grudge, I just think it's unfair."

"hehe."

Mo Yixia said confidently: "After all, I am the only one who knows your birthday, but you don't know mine. This is really unfair to you. I can't stand people saying that you are a paramecium that is out of touch with the information."

You're the only one who would say that to me...

Han Zhou laughed dryly: "Then you are a very nice person."

"Thank you."

Mo Yixia pursed her lips, thought for a moment and said, “But you don’t have to feel inferior at all. I won’t mind even if your dog’s head sweats.”

As she finished speaking, she took off her baseball cap and put it back on Han Zhou's dog head. Her thick black hair fell down, and her profile was so delicate that it looked like a carefully carved work of art.

"You don't dislike me, but I do."

Han Zhou muttered softly, but he was just talking. There was no strange smell on the hat on his head, only the pleasant scent of hair and the remaining body temperature of the girl.

As if she had heard what he said, Mo Yixia suddenly moved her face closer, blinked her eyes and asked, "Does it smell like me?"

"You're not done yet."

Han Zhou really couldn't do anything about this guy, so he sighed and said, "So what if it smells like you?"

Mo Yixia smiled and said, "Do you know why dogs like to pee everywhere? That's because they need to leave a scent to declare their sovereignty."

"So you're also planning to do it anywhere..."

"Vulgar." Mo Yixia interrupted him.

Han Zhou sneered: "If you say so, your toilet can also be considered my property."

Mo Yixia glanced at him, a trace of pity appeared in her eyes, and she shook her head and said, "I'm talking about dogs. Of course, people can't determine their territory in this way. I really don't understand why you have such an idea."

She patted Han Zhou's head gently.

Han Zhou: "..."

After a moment's silence, Mo Yixia continued, "But the way animals declare their sovereignty is not without merit... Since you are wearing a hat that smells like me, does that mean you are mine?"

She turned her head and looked at Han Zhou seriously, her eyes like water, and it was impossible to tell whether she was joking or not.

Han Zhou said unhappily, "The reason why dogs' urine can be used to mark territory is because they have a keen nose and the smell of urine is very obvious, right?"

"Don't you have a good nose?"

"Haha, you smell pretty good too..."

"..."

When passing the traffic light, the driver laughed so hard that he almost mistook the brake for the accelerator.

……

The destination the taxi was heading to was a recently opened haunted house.

This was the place Mo Yixia had chosen after thinking for a long time, under the pretext of "experiencing the feeling of an accelerated heartbeat", but Han Zhou felt that this guy simply wanted to see himself panicking in the haunted house.

This guy always likes to do things that hurt others and benefit himself.

But unfortunately, she would probably be disappointed soon, because Han Zhou had always been very brave and had almost no fear of ghosts and the like.

The taxi stopped on the street near the haunted house. There were many entertainment projects nearby, so it was obviously a place for entertainment.

The two got off the car. Han Zhou looked at the time and was planning to go straight to the haunted house. He calculated that it would be just in time for dinner after coming out of the haunted house and calming down. However, when he turned around, he saw Mo Yixia walking towards a store. He followed her and found that she was staring at a row of balloons on the wall in a daze.

This is a balloon-shooting game. Participants need to use toy guns to pop balloons. After popping enough balloons, they can get prizes. Han Zhou has played this game several times before.

Noticing that Mo Yixia wanted to play this, he came over, and instead of mocking her by saying that this was a game only for children, he just asked, “Have you ever played this before?”

"No."

Mo Yixia shook her head, "I have never been to such a place since I was a child. Although I was freer when I was a child than I am now, I could only read extracurricular books at home most of the time."

Han Zhou thought about it and realized that considering Mo Yixia's family situation, going out to relax might be a luxury. He felt a little distressed for a moment and said with a smile, "Do you want to try it?"

"Well, but I don't know how to shoot. You have to teach me. This is you..."

"Okay, okay, no need to say it. I know even without you saying it. This is my responsibility as a tutor, right?"

Han Zhou came to the store and spent money to buy some bullets from the boss. Then he explained to Mo Yixia the essentials of shooting in a very professional manner, from the gun holding posture to the three-point straight line. He also demonstrated a few shots. The boss felt like he was facing a great enemy, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He thought this was some expert who had set his sights on the prize.

However, he soon found out that he was worrying too much. Although he spoke very reasonably, Han Zhou's shooting skill was really poor. After several shots, he missed a single shot.

Han Zhou's face was tense, and he was too embarrassed to turn his head away. Even without looking at him, he knew that the contempt in Mo Yixia's eyes was about to overflow.

He looked a little embarrassed, stole a glance at the boss with a strange look on his face, and shamelessly explained to Mo Yixia in a low voice that this was the routine of the merchants. Whenever they saw "tough guys", they would specially give them some problematic guns to use, which could effectively reduce the probability of players winning prizes.

Obviously, he is the so-called "tough guy".

Mo Yi glanced at him and thought that this guy was very thin-skinned when he was thin-skinned, but he was really thick-skinned when he was thick-skinned. He could still save his reputation in this way. He was really shameless.

She pushed the other person's head away and said with a forced smile, "It's a good thing you met me. Otherwise, your salary would definitely be deducted for your teaching level. If you can't do it, then you can't do it. There's no need to make excuses. Just look at me."

Her expression was indifferent, and the confidence in her words was exactly the same as Han Zhou's before. However, reality soon slapped her in the face. Like Han Zhou, she missed all her shots after several attempts. One of her shots even almost hit the boss.

Han Zhou found that his boss's expression was even weirder.

For a moment, the air became dead silent.

After a long silence, Mo Yixia pretended nothing had happened and nodded in agreement.

"You are right, there is indeed something wrong with this gun."

Han Zhou tried hard not to laugh out loud. He blamed Lu Ping for his own failure. This guy was really stubborn.

He seemed to have forgotten what he looked like just now.

"Laugh if you want to."

Mo Yixia glanced at him and slowly fired the last few shots. Although she still missed a single shot, she didn't care and said calmly, "Otherwise, you won't be able to laugh later."

"why?"

Han Zhou smiled brightly.

Mo Yixia put down the gun, looked him up and down, and sighed: "It's a big taboo to be unable to shoot accurately at such a young age."

"Aren't you the same?" Han Zhou continued to smile.

Mo Yixia turned and walked in one direction, and said in a compassionate tone: "I'm different from you. I don't need to shoot accurately, I just need to catch it steadily."

It took Han Zhou several seconds to realize what he meant, and the smile on his face gradually froze.

No, can you tell me what extracurricular books you have read before?

Mo Yixia’s next target was the claw machine, something she had never played before.

This time she learned her lesson. In order to increase her success rate, she did not take action immediately, but stood aside and watched others operate for a while before letting Han Zhou buy game coins.

Han Zhou had already noticed that this guy was interested in the claw machine, and he had already bought the game coins and stood aside before she spoke. The two of them observed other people's operations together.

After pondering for a long time, Han Zhou came to the conclusion with a serious face: "I understand. Playing this game requires three words: fast, accurate, and ruthless."

"I'm suddenly a little ashamed to stand with you when you say such meaningless nonsense."

Mo Yixia glanced at him and slowly put the game coin into the coin slot, "Let's not talk about fast and ruthless, you obviously have no chance of being 'accurate'."

After saying that, she stared at the only black kitten doll in the claw machine for a long time, then carefully moved the joystick and pressed the button.

As expected, the first attempt failed.

She did not give up and tried several times in succession, but each time ended in failure. Although she caught a white doll in the middle, it was obviously not what Mo Yixia wanted. What she really wanted was the black cat doll.

There was only one black cat doll, which was probably a relatively precious special prize. Han Zhou looked at it happily for a while and asked curiously, "Do you like this black doll?"