After Being Bitten By Top-Tier O, Flop A Went Viral - Chapter 53
53: Delicious
Within a ten-meter radius, everyone was staring straight at her.
The surroundings were dead silent.
Even Yan Qing, who had seen it all, instinctively held her breath, afraid that the slightest movement might shatter the frozen tension.
Qin Que was even more rigid, not daring to move a muscle. Her position was further inside than Yan Qing’s, and any rash action would only drag the other down.
“Y-Yan Qing, ahhh!” Finally, a shrill female voice pierced the stagnant air, like pressing play on a paused video. Everyone rushed toward Yan Qing in unison.
It’s over.
Qin Que was about to push Yan Qing out first, consequences be damned, when she heard a sharp, commanding shout.
“Stop! Don’t move!”
Yan Qing’s expression was tense, her voice loud and authoritative, startling the crowd into halting mid-step, as if waiting for her to say something urgent.
“Ahem.” Yan Qing coughed solemnly, then quickly said, “So happy to meet everyone, but I have something urgent to do. Hope you all have fun!” With that, she shoved the camera into Hong Hong’s arms, grabbed Qin Que’s hand, and bolted.
Both were tall, long-legged, and athletic. By the time the crowd reacted, they were already more than ten meters away.
“Hey! Yan Qing!”
Chaotic footsteps and shouts erupted behind them.
Qin Que gripped Yan Qing’s sweaty hand tightly, her own palm just as damp.
The scent of wine in the air grew stronger, sharp and astringent.
She could almost hear Yan Qing’s exhilarated heartbeat in it.
It was thrilling—almost like eloping.
She laughed too, gasping between breaths, “Don’t laugh too hard, you’ll choke on the wind!”
“Worry about yourself first!” Yan Qing shot back, grinning wildly. “Run faster! If we get caught, we’ll be stuck here all day!”
Her heart pounded from the sprint, but Qin Que didn’t care. “They’re all chasing you! I’m just collateral damage!”
Normally, she’d never say something like this, but the adrenaline rush made her bold.
“Oh? Now you’re blaming me?!” Yan Qing’s laughter was almost maniacal. “If you slow down, I’ll throw you out as a roadblock!”
Laughing and running, they maintained a ten-meter lead over the crowd. Under the stunned gazes of staff, they vaulted over the turnstiles and dashed into a nearby elevator.
“Quick, quick, quick!” Yan Qing mashed the close-door button as the elevator doors slid shut.
“Yan Qing!”
The fastest pursuer’s hand nearly grazed the doors.
“Hey, careful!” Qin Que’s warning didn’t slow the girl down. Tears in her eyes, she screamed Yan Qing’s name, about to lunge into the elevator.
At the last second, Yan Qing cooed in an exaggeratedly saccharine voice, “Sweetheart~ Stop chasing me, okay?”
Qin Que felt like she’d been doused in ice water. She turned stiffly to see Yan Qing batting her eyelashes at the girl outside.
It was so over-the-top it could rot teeth—like eating twenty egg tarts in one go.
The girl hesitated, stopping in her tracks, as if wondering whether this was the real Yan Qing or an imposter.
“Ugh… cough cough cough.” The moment the doors closed, Yan Qing slumped against the railing like a boneless ragdoll, covering her mouth and suppressing a fit of coughing before exhaling deeply. “A pyrrhic victory. Never using that move again.”
Her flushed face was slick with sweat, her breath ragged, the corners of her eyes and the tip of her nose tinged pink. She gazed dazedly at the elevator lights, looking utterly spent.
So cute.
Still catching her breath, Qin Que couldn’t help it—she burst out laughing.
She’d never laughed so freely in her life.
Through tear-blurred vision, she saw Yan Qing side-eyeing her, seemingly frowning.
A foot lightly kicked hers. Yan Qing grumbled, “And you’re laughing at me? If I hadn’t acted fast, we’d both be stuck there!”
“Yeah, yeah, we owe it all to you.” The elevator reached the basement. Still chuckling, Qin Que straightened up and helped Yan Qing out. The woman’s body was soft and warm against hers, stirring a protective urge. The words slipped out before she could stop them: “I’m not laughing at you. I just think you’re adorable.”
Her gentle voice brushed Yan Qing’s ears like a spring breeze. Meeting those tender dark eyes, Yan Qing swallowed back the teasing remark on her tongue—No matter how adorable I am, it’s nothing compared to the one who got jealous over nothing—and simply smiled.
They got into the car and, fearing the crowd might catch up, didn’t linger. After texting Yan Yu Zhen and the others to wait until the coast was clear, they sped away from the scene.
“Where to now?” Qin Que asked, merging into traffic.
“Anywhere. Let’s fulfill your childhood wish first.” Yan Qing was curious what regrets someone like Qin Que might have.
“Well… When I was a kid, I’d see classmates buying snacks at the school store. I was always curious how they tasted, but my mom said snacks were unhealthy, so I never tried them.” Qin Que recalled.
“You were that obedient?” Yan Qing could almost picture a tiny Qin Que staring longingly at her classmates’ treats, equal parts amused and endeared. “I’d never listen, even if it was for my own good.”
Qin Que chuckled. “Maybe I just wasn’t that interested. Just curious.”
That curiosity only flared when she saw others eating snacks. In truth, Qin Que disliked overly strong flavors.
“You’ve never even tried them. How would you know?” Yan Qing patted her shoulder. “Let’s go. Big sis is treating you today!”
Qin Que laughed. “Okay.”
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As they drove toward a school, the near-collapsed viewers of Live Stream 2 finally got their long-awaited broadcast.
Comment 1: IT’S BACK! These were the longest four hours of my life! Promise me, Fate’s Design, never pull this stunt again.
Comment 2: So all four went to the con?
Comment 3: Yan Qing, let mom see you—oh, you’re doing Qin Que’s makeup? Never mind.
Comment 4: More than just attending—footage from Fengcheng Con is everywhere. Did you see them fighting a creep and outrunning hundreds of people?
Comment 5: Saw it. They’re wasted in entertainment—should’ve been sprinters. And why did Yan Qing look like a villain laughing like that?
Comment 6: She loves adrenaline.
Comment 7: Jealousy is making me shrivel up! The staff who got photos with them are so lucky!
Comment 8: Here’s something to make you feel better: The girl who saw Yan Qing sprint past her fainted on the spot. Still unconscious, muttering Yan Qing, sign this for me…
Comment 9: Greedy much? I’d be happy with just a photo! Maybe a kiss from Yan Qing too~
Comment 10: I can hear your calculations from the moon.
Comment 11: LMAO, the booth owner totally knew.
Comment 12: She must’ve fought the urge to ask—Can you two just make out right here?
Comment 13: The booth owner’s been found. She says she might never ship another CP again.
Comment 14: The luckiest person at the con? Hong Hong! Let’s give her a round of applause!
Comment 15: Thought the broom was a prop. Turns out it’s a weapon. Respect, Yan Qing.
Comment 16: A mage and a warrior. If magic doesn’t work, she’s got a backup plan.
Comment 17: My idol descended from the heavens and smacked my harasser with a broom. Peak romance novel material.
Comment 18: Only downside? She brought her girlfriend along.
Comment 19: Yan Qing’s so sweet, comforting her not to cry.
Comment 20: As a casual viewer, I’m about to become a stan. I can’t imagine how amazing it’d be to date her.
Comment 21: Maybe ask Qin Que?
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Qin Que navigated to a nearby elementary school, where a stationery and snack shop stood at the entrance—almost identical to the ones from her childhood, just with fancier decor.
Parking the car, Yan Qing shed her wizard robe to reveal casual clothes underneath. Qin Que removed her conspicuous red cloak, leaving only the white inner layer. They wiped off their makeup with wet wipes, donned hats and masks, then scurried into the store like thieves.
It was class time, so the shop was empty. The middle-aged owner dozed behind the counter, jerking awake at the sound of two people dressed like robbers barging in.
“Ah! You—?” Spotting the camera crew, her expression cleared. “You’re prank YouTubers?”
Qin Que sighed. The internet had really changed things.
Yan Qing shook her head. “No, we’re filming a travel vlog. Just here to grab some snacks.”
“Oh. No need to dress like that…” The owner muttered but didn’t stop them.
Qin Que planned to buy a couple of spicy strips and call it a day, but Yan Qing grabbed one of everything. Soon, the counter was piled high with junk food.
The owner’s expression shifted from suspicion to these two are nuts, better not provoke them.
“Ahem, this is enough,” Qin Que whispered, nudging Yan Qing.
“You’ve never tried any of this. Perfect chance to taste it all.” Yan Qing’s voice dropped lower. “I said I’m treating you. Don’t hold back.”
Qin Que: “…”
Fine.
True to its budget-friendly nature, the massive bag of snacks cost only a few dozen yuan.
Yan Qing marveled, “No wonder kids love these places. What a goldmine!”
Back in the car, they removed their masks. Yan Qing immediately dug out the most garishly packaged spicy strip and handed it to Qin Que. “This one’s the prettiest. Try it first.”
Snack tastiness had little to do with packaging.
But Yan Qing was looking at her so eagerly, as if hoping she’d taste her childhood in it.
Delicious or not, what did it matter?
Qin Que tore open the package and took a big bite.
The classic sweet-spicy flavor spread across her tongue. It wasn’t bad, but she couldn’t recall if it matched the scent of her classmates’ snacks from back then.
Not that it mattered anymore.
“Good?”
Qin Que turned to Yan Qing, who was propping her chin on her hand, smiling at her.
This regret had taken on new meaning.
She smiled back, as if savoring the finest delicacy in the world.
“Delicious.”