Ruthless Host and Her Little Darling Quick Transmigration

Chapter 216 Parkour Academy 16

Li Mo tried everything to persuade Qin Baobao, but she remained unmoved.

Because she has a heart made of steel, she can remain unmoved by swords and axes, wind and rain, so how could she be so easily softened?

At that time, Qin Baobao was alone in the sunlight, her right hand tightly clutching her clothes to her chest, her head down, her expression complex. No matter how intense the sunlight was, she felt only numbness, a numbness unlike that of a normal person.

but……

In my hazy memories and fragmented moments, those heart-wrenching and passionate emotions once appeared vividly in my life!

Qin Baobao was somewhat confused. What had she gone through in the past? How many disappointments had she accumulated before she could choose to let go with such profound understanding?

Have you let it go?

Qin Baobao pressed her slightly aching heart and asked herself this question.

Li Mo left, and the campus became even sparsely populated. It was deserted, with only a few scattered people; you might bump into someone occasionally while eating, but you wouldn't recognize a single one.

Walking alone on campus, you get the illusion that the world is vast and you are all alone.

"I feel so lonely, do I want to go out for a walk?" Qin Baobao asked herself.

At that time, Qin Baobao was lying in the rocking chair, put down her book, squinted, stared at the not-so-bright sunlight, and did not move for a long time.

She once heard a saying: Two people are always better than one.

Perhaps it's because of loneliness?

When Li Mo is around, his constant chatter is annoying, but being alone is agonizing.

Humans are truly strange creatures. Sometimes they don't know how to cherish what they have, and when they don't have it, they relentlessly pursue it.

The grove of trees where we used to stroll is now deserted, with only lonely blades of grass and trees remaining. The training grounds for older students, the school's internet cafe, and the swimming pool are all empty. Apart from the training grounds and the internet cafe, where a few people linger, the rest is desolate. The training equipment, once neatly arranged, its smooth wear testifies to the presence of a group of people who used to train there. But that's all in the past; the former liveliness only amplifies the present desolation.

Qin Baobao swayed and staggered, unknowingly arriving at the venue of the last competition. Privately, her classmates jokingly called it the "Venice of Fame and Fortune." A place where only the strong deserve to have their names, and in the end, only the strong will have their names remembered. The losers are unknown, while the winners reap both fame and fortune—isn't that the "Venice of Fame and Fortune"?

Thinking back to the scene during the competition, Qin Baobao unconsciously swayed forward.

It's just a rooftop, isn't it? Acting all high and mighty. If Qin Baobao weren't holding back, she could have kicked them all off the roof one by one.

I strolled slowly uphill, glancing casually out the window. The winter sky was high and blue. Everything was still; even the birdsong that usually filled the air was gone.

In this tranquil and far-reaching state of mind, Qin Baobao suddenly felt that she was very naive.

How old are you? Why are you still so serious like a young person?

Qin Baobao gave a self-deprecating laugh and turned to walk downstairs.

Suddenly, an alluring fragrance wafted slowly into Qin Baobao's nose.

It smells amazing! The aroma is so enticing it makes my mouth water. Wisps of fragrance waft through the air, like hooks tugging at my heart. How can something smell so good?

Even someone as picky as Qin Baobao couldn't resist being tempted and kept searching for the source of the fragrance.

The aroma of the food grew stronger, clearly indicating it was ready. Qin Baobao's heart pounded with anticipation; she ran so fast she became a blur.

Turning a corner, the chubby boy's figure appeared before me as he flipped the grill.

That strange fragrance came from the chubby boy's skillful, plump hands.

Qin Baobao wasn't the type to compromise herself. The parkour academy valued skill above all else, so if she grabbed it, it was hers. Therefore, Qin Baobao did it without any qualms.

One whiff, and the fragrance is rich and intoxicating, as if it can heal the soul.

One bite and it's spicy, delicious, and incredibly tasty.

"How did you make this meat pie? It's quite delicious." Qin Baobao leaned casually against the pillar, her eyes never leaving the meat pie in her hand.

what is this?

Centipede?

How could a centipede end up in a meat patty?

Qin Baobao stopped chewing, unsure whether to eat or not.

What to do? It's so delicious. I just can't resist.

Maybe it's just that they look alike? Qin Baobao comforted herself with this thought.

"Is it good?" A slightly deep voice drifted over.

Qin Baobao was still preoccupied with the ingredients she saw and did not answer.

Accompanied by the sound of footsteps, the sound from before grew closer and closer.

"But those are mine."

"and……"

A pair of white sneakers appeared in front of Qin Baobao, along with a faint smell of alcohol.

"It contains more than 20 kinds of rare medicinal herbs and 18 kinds of highly poisonous substances, and is carefully prepared." It is very precious.

Qin Baobao finally raised her noble head and gave the person opposite her a glance.

The man was dressed in a gray tracksuit, his short, tousled hair partially obscuring his eyes. His gaze was calm, yet tinged with madness, and above all, a malicious intent. It was as if he wished she would collapse and die the next moment, never to wake again.

This person wasn't the chubby kid from before. There were other people here without him noticing, as he was completely focused on the food.

Qin Baobao glanced at the person opposite her, then at the meat pie in her hand. Without further hesitation, she quickly finished the pie.

"Mmm, it's delicious, very tasty." Since my body is screaming for it, I might as well eat it; there's no point in thinking about it anymore.

Shen Zhongran's eyes darkened further as he stared at the person in front of him, his gaze revealing a profound understanding that seemed to see right through them.

Qin Baobao shifted her pace and took a closer look at the chubby fire-type boy from before. Perhaps she could recruit a chef in the future?

This person looks familiar, though. Is he just a generic face? Even his timid, slit-like eyes seem to be asking for a beating.

Qin Baobao felt a little itchy to hit him, wondering if this person had committed some terrible sin in the underworld and was being punished by the King of Hell, who then deliberately made him look like this? Otherwise, how could she explain it? He was born so irritating that even someone as kind as herself couldn't resist.

Damn it!

The chubby boy buried his head in his knees, trembling, and curled up into a ball of flesh, looking ashamed to be seen. His left hand lay limply to the side, the supernatural power within it still present.

What kind of look was that? It was terrifying. It seemed... vaguely familiar.

How could he not look familiar? Those who were about to beat him up initially all had this kind of look in their eyes, a mixture of disdain and pleasure, interest and cruelty.

Qin Baobao averted her gaze, suppressing her malice, and focused her attention on the chubby boy's hands.

What is this? Is it the air being heated to a high temperature?

Qin Baobao didn't understand, and she was utterly shocked. A foodie is a foodie; they can do whatever they want even with thin air. All that fat on their body certainly wasn't for nothing.