"Hurry up, hurry up!" Gong Zihua rubbed her feet, grinning like she couldn't stand it anymore.
Holding Jing Jiaren tightly with one hand, his body was swinging in the air with all his strength.
Jing Jiaren held his hand and slightly supported him...
Gong Zihua seems to be sitting on a swing, slowly swinging higher and higher.
"Mong Zihua - I will count to 123. When I count to 3, cut the rope and jump forward as much as possible."
"I know, long-winded!"
This hot-tempered guy!
Jing Jiaren was afraid that the dagger would keep cutting her. Before she could count to three, she was already cutting her hand.
Who knew that the rope was already fragile, so she didn't put in much effort to cut it off. However, Mong Zihua, who was unprepared, flew out like a sandbag and rolled several times on the ground.
He was so tied up that he couldn't even maintain his position, and could only let out another pig-killing howl.
Jing Jiaren was so frightened that she let go of her hand, and the dagger fell down, just in time to roll into the boiling water pot...
Jing Jiaren: "..."
"Jing Jiaren, you are sincere. Do you want to throw me to death?"
Jing Jiaren breathed a sigh of relief. He still had the energy to shout, and it seemed that he didn't fall too seriously. Anyway, he was lucky to be able to successfully rescue him.
Jing Jiaren was so fascinated by the mist floating in the water pot that she couldn't open her eyes.
She climbed back along the iron frame, and Mong Zihua fell straight to the ground, lying like a corpse.
"Hey, do you plan to lie there until next year?" Jing Jiaren slid down the iron frame, with a lot of rust on her hands and two scratches on her palms.
Gong Zihua fell to the ground and said angrily: "How do you want me to move when I'm tied like this?"
"Don't you have a hand that you can use?" Jing Jiaren walked up to him and groped around on her body with a sigh. The dagger just now had fallen into the pot of water.
Gong Zihua's body was tied with a tight knot. She struggled hard and pulled out her other hand from the restraint.
At this moment, the originally tight hemp rope had a little room to loosen up. Jing Jiaren helped him stand up: "I don't have the dagger in my hand. Just follow me to the train station."
"..."
"Is it okay?"
Gong Zihua stared at her fiercely: "What do you think!?"
Jing Jiaren's whole body felt a little sore, so she picked up her cloak on the ground. There was a small bundle inside, which was another robe prepared for Gong Zihua in advance.
Jing Jiaren threw the baggage to him. Gong Zihua looked disgusted and took the baggage with one hand: "What crappy thing?"
"Put on your cloak so you won't be discovered by others when you go out."
Gong Zihua's mouth twisted: "My bones are all broken."
"..."
"The third time I said it, you're cheating on me. Mathematics is taught by the PE teacher?!"
"I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to cut the rope, so I moved ahead of schedule." Jing Jiaren laughed awkwardly, "Did I really fall? Where did I fall? It couldn't be that head."
"..."
"Actually, it doesn't matter. We are all so stupid anyway, so it doesn't matter if we fall."
"Beautiful scene!" Gong Zihua slowly put on his clothes. Some part of his body was probably broken and it hurt a lot. His movements were as slow as a sluggish old man.
No wonder he couldn't even move when he was lying on the ground, and Jing Jiaren had to help him up.
The teasing at the corner of Jing Jiaren's mouth disappeared: "Did you really fall? Where were you injured?"