277: A chant that would force someone to death

A chant that would force someone to death

He was standing right beside her. As the sunlight struck his upright figure, his shadow on the ground extended in length and coincided with her shadow.0

It looked like a single person standing there.

He intentionally did not speak at a loud volume; a casual sentence from him had an indescribable power in calming her down.

Nian Xiaomu had totally forgotten how to react to that ice cold and serious face of his as she stared on blankly.

She allowed him to lead her along as they walked to the starting point of the game together.

There was a total of five families participating in this competition of the games.

Xiao Liuliu and the other kids had already been brought to the finish line by the teachers. As Xiao Liuliu stood there, she held a tiny balloon and was waving at them with all her might.

Her delicate little face was already rosy red from the excitement even before the competition started.

Straining her voice, she shouted, "Go, Mr. Yu! Go, Mrs. Yu!"

Nian Xiaomu: "…"

It seemed like the punchline of "Mrs. Yu" would stay throughout the entire day.

Before she could ponder further thoughts, the staff members had already walked up to them with colored ribbons. After that, they tightly tied up two legs from each couple.

There were only three legs in total between the both of them.

The steps that were to be taken had to have the same pace in order to proceed forward.

The rapport between the two of them had to be extremely good if they wanted to run!

"Should we come up with a synchronized chant? Something like 'one, two, one?'" Nian Xiaomu's asked anxiously while one of her legs was bound together to one of Yu Yuehan's legs.

She turned to the side and took a glance when she didn't receive a reply from him.

Then, she was met with his despising look.

He seemed to be mocking her for having thought of this unsophisticated chant.

"If you don't like 'one, two, one,' shall we chant 'Xiao Liuliu' instead? When we are on the count of 'liu,' we will take a step forward?" It was rare that Nian Xiaomu was not angry after being judged by him. Instead, she changed the chant while completely serious.

She was indeed a little nervous.

She wasn't afraid of losing the game. Instead, she was afraid of losing the game together with him.

As much as she would love to deny it, he was someone who ought to stand in a holy sanctuary.

He was as noble as a deity and seemed to be omnipotent.

She could never think of anything that was unachievable for him.

"Even though this is a new game for me, I believe that there will be a trick to every game. I have calculated the distance just now, and according to the lengths of our legs, we will only need to maintain…" Before Nian Xiaomu could finish her sentence, a long and slender finger pressed against her cherry-like lips.

He took a glance at her and frowned. "Why are you so nervous about playing a game?"

Nian Xiaomu: "…"

"I haven't even complained about your short legs."

Nian Xiaomu: "…!!"

"My legs ain't short!" With puffed up cheeks, Nian Xiaomu glared at him with wide eyes.

Her pair of animated eyes seemed to be on the verge of spitting flames out of anger.

The next second, a hand held on to her chin.

She was suddenly stumped for words. However, he had already tilted his body sideways and lowered his head slightly.

Since both of their legs were bound together, she could not retreat and could only lift her head up to look at him.

As she looked at him, he rested his thin lips on the tip of her nose and said with a pause after each word, "Use the energy that you have when you are talking back to me later on during the game and you will not lose."

"…"

Was he praising her or was he being mean to her?

Before Nian Xiaomu could come back to her senses, the staff member shouted, "On your marks!"

Her nerves that had loosened up not too long ago tensed up again.

She grabbed his arm anxiously and said, "Yu Yuehan, quickly tell me what the chant is. Otherwise, how are we supposed to run later on?"

She would rather put her trust in a chant instead of trusting the rapport between Yu Yuehan and herself!

As Yu Yuehan twisted his head around, he stared at the arm that she was grabbing, and his gaze flickered.

He finally replied after a few seconds of hesitation, "I am proud of my short legs?"

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