[Quick Transmigration] I Cried After Scumming the Little Puppy - Chapter 10

Fang Yu let out a long sigh, speechless. When you have a girlfriend like this, what choice do you have but to spoil her?

All she could do was sulk silently and stomp along in front of them. Behind her, the air was filled with laughter as Li Ruoruo constantly pulled Han Zhishuang toward various rides. Fang Yu felt a distinct pang of jealousy, her teeth practically ached from the sourness of it.

“Ruoruo, did you and Sister Yu have a fight?” Han Zhishuang poked Ruoruo’s cheek. “Otherwise, if Sister Yu asked you out on a private date, you’d never be willing to invite me along to crash it.”

“Yeah, I invited you on purpose to play the third wheel,” Li Ruoruo admitted easily.

“Why? Is this some kind of new foreplay between you two?” Han “Zero Dating Experience but Full Theoretical Knowledge” Zhishuang asked curiously.

Li Ruoruo’s gaze flickered. “Yu-yu has been very ‘hands-on’ lately. I figured if you were here, she’d behave herself a bit more.”

Fang Yu’s constant advances were pushing her to the brink of surrender. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold out.

Han Zhishuang paused, then took Ruoruo’s head in her hands and gave it a light shake, as if trying to rattle the confusion out of it. “Woman, you are so fickle.”

“Didn’t you used to wish Sister Yu was obsessed with you?”

“Now the situation is different.”

Han Zhishuang gave her a ‘good luck with that’ look. “You think Sister Yu cares if I’m here? If she wants to touch you, she’s going to touch you.”

After getting the location of the competition from Duan Ming via text, Fang Yu began intentionally leading the girls toward it.

“Ruoruo, come over here!” Sure enough, she spotted a venue that stood out from the surrounding rides. There was a registration booth with a long line already snaking around it.

Li Ruoruo ran over, Han Zhishuang in tow. “What is it?”

“Looks like some kind of event? Want to try it out?” Fang Yu played dumb. Before they knew it, the three of them were standing in line.

A couple in front of them, two young men with fingers tightly interlaced, turned around. The one with fairer skin and a smaller build struck up a conversation: “Are you guys here for the Couple’s Challenge too?”

Li Ruoruo was confused. “What challenge?”

Fang Yu shrugged. “I don’t know either. It just looked crowded and fun.”

The young man was very enthusiastic and explained the details. This amusement park was funded and built by the You Corporation, a famous domestic name in fashion design. This weekly competition was their creation; any couple could challenge it. The top three pairs would receive exclusive couple’s outfits designed by the You family’s lead designers—one-of-a-kind pieces that were impossible to find elsewhere.

“Let me guess, you and this lady are the couple, right?” The boy pointed at Fang Yu.

Li Ruoruo was surprised. “How could you tell?” She had assumed he would think she and Shuangshuang were together.

“By the way you look at each other, of course.” The boy and his partner shared a smile, their hands gripping tighter. The air around them was thick with affection.

Fang Yu had to admit, she was envious.

Li Ruoruo, however, lowered her head in a sudden silence. She remembered Valentine’s Day last year, right after she and Fang Yu had made things official. To commemorate the day, she had excitedly ordered a set of matching couple’s hoodies online as a gift for Fang Yu.

But Fang Yu had only given them a cursory glance before tossing them aside.

“Aren’t you going to try it on?” Ruoruo had asked at the time, her eyes bright with hope.

“What’s the point? It’s too childish.”

Those words had been like a blade to her heart. Her careful preparation had been dismissed as nothing more than a childish whim.

“What are you thinking about? It’s our turn.” Fang Yu tapped her on the head. She had noticed Ruoruo had been spacing out for a while.

The registration staff looked at the three of them and gave a friendly reminder: “Only couples can participate in the challenge.”

“Don’t mind me! Just sign these two up!” Han Zhishuang looked like she’d been granted a royal pardon as she scrambled out of the line.

“Please fill out your information then.” The staff passed two forms through the window. “Also, we’ll need you to provide a little ‘proof’ that you’re a real couple.”

“Ruoruo.”

As Li Ruoruo was diligently filling out the form, she instinctively looked up, only to find Fang Yu’s face looming close.

Mwah!

Fang Yu pulled back quickly and gave the staff a dashing, mischievous smirk. “Is that proof enough?”

The staff member gave an “auntie smile” and nodded, gesturing that they were good to go.

Li Ruoruo finally realized that Han Zhishuang was right: bringing her along as a shield had been a terrible idea. She was being “ambushed” so often that she was actually starting to get used to it.

There were many participants, and soon fifty couples were gathered, all likely drawn in by the prestige of the You family brand. Once the registration closed, the staff apologized to those who missed out. “Come back next week!”

A host came over to hand out numbered tags. Fang Yu and Ruoruo were Number 23.

The host was a girl with round, friendly eyes wearing a panda-themed jacket, making her look like a cuddly, oversized panda. “Panda” gave an order, and two people immediately brought over several acupressure mats (spike mats).

“I’ll explain the rules. The first round is crossing the acupressure mats barefoot. We’ll go in five groups of ten. I will place a balloon between your backs; if the balloon pops or falls at any point, you’re disqualified and cannot move on to the next round.”

Fang Yu looked at the mats and sucked in a breath. They were covered in dense, hard plastic spikes less than five centimeters apart. The path looked endlessly long.

“The track is fifty meters. As long as you don’t rush, it’s quite simple,” Panda said, noticing the fear on several faces.

The competition began at Panda’s signal. Instantly, wails and agonized screams erupted across the field, as if the participants were undergoing medieval torture.

“Oh god, it hurts!”

“My feet, there must be holes in them now!”

“Honey, let’s stop. I’ll buy you that dress you wanted, just let’s stop!”

“Keep moving! Do you want me to die of pain?”

“You idiot, I told you to lead with your left foot! You stepped on me again! Do you have any idea how heavy you are?”

Fang Yu’s lip twitched. She squeezed Li Ruoruo’s palm and felt her trembling. “Ruoruo, do you still want to play? I didn’t realize the first round would be this brutal.”

Li Ruoruo nodded, a determined smile appearing on her face. Since they had already signed up, she didn’t want to leave with any regrets. “I want to play.”

Deep down, she still “childishly” wanted those matching outfits—even if she was the only one being sentimental about it. But at least this time, Fang Yu was willing to fight for them with her.

After the first round, only two couples successfully completed the challenge. The rest limped away, leaning on each other for support, while many others left in a huff, bickering and blaming one another.

Fang Yu waited at the starting line, her heart racing.

It was their turn.