Chapter 107: Showing You a Big Treasure

On the beach, dimmed by heavy clouds, the scene suddenly seemed less crowded.

Anyone with sharp eyes would know that rain was about to fall at any moment, but unfortunately, there were still a few who couldn’t see it.

Like Zhu Niao, who was crawling out from a sandpit.

She had originally thought she had the ability to win, but unexpectedly, she had dug up water—and had even splashed the hem of her skirt.

No matter how soaked her black long skirt got, it wouldn’t look all that messy, but the white shirt on her upper body absolutely couldn’t get wet, or it would become see-through.

She and Gou Yu had been digging their pits facing each other, almost the same distance from the shoreline.

If she dug up water, then Gou Yu should have done the same.

But when she came out, she didn’t see Gou Yu standing on the beach.

That meant Gou Yu was still in his sandpit and hadn’t found water yet.

Doesn’t that mean Gou Yu was weaker than her?

At that thought, Zhu Niao’s mood brightened, a lovely curve forming at the corners of her mouth.

That insignificant Gou Yu, trying to compete with her as a dog—what an overestimation of himself.

Zhu Niao laughed twice, stepping up to Gou Yu’s pit, ready with all the mocking words she could muster.

Only at this moment did Zhu Niao feel like her cultural knowledge was truly that of a university student.

She could even imagine Gou Yu, exhausted, scooping up that little bit of sand and tossing it outside his pit, facing her pitying gaze and having no choice but to bow his head in defeat despite his reluctance.

Then she saw it—a water puddle.

Yes, a puddle of water.

Zhu Niao was stunned.

The next moment, regaining her composure, she looked around, trying to find Gou Yu.

But all that was at the scene was a beach jacket lying by the water puddle—nothing else.

She didn’t find him.

Feeling a little flustered, Zhu Niao instinctively called out, “Gou Yu?”

At that moment, bubbles suddenly appeared in the muddy, murky water puddle in front of her, as if something was surfacing.

Water splashed everywhere as a tall figure rose from the puddle, flicking the muddy sand from his hands onto a nearby sand pile.

Gou Yu shook his drenched hair, strangely resembling a soaking wet Chinese rural dog shaking off water.

He leaned against the edge of the sandpit, raising an eyebrow at Zhu Niao: “Why are you calling your dad? Didn’t you see your dad’s busy managing the waterworks?”

Zhu Niao was silent.

She glanced at the water-filled pit Gou Yu had dug, then at her own sandpit, even the water that had just leaked out seemed like a blessing from heaven.

Gou Yu now grabbed the edge of the sandpit, as if about to climb out: “Almost forgot, someone just doubted my dog skills. Let me see who that was.”

The young man’s tone was cocky as he started to climb toward Zhu Niao’s pit.

Then, out of nowhere, he met resistance.

It was Zhu Niao’s bare foot, having kicked off her sandals, stepping onto Gou Yu’s smooth, shirtless shoulder.

Her toes were round and jade-like, the arch finely sculpted, with a hint of a different shade of white on the sole.

To anyone else, this might have been a reward—but for Gou Yu right now, it was anything but.

He saw Zhu Niao’s gentle smile, which on this beach, completely covered by clouds, was like another ray of sunshine—warm and bright.

But all he felt was like falling into an icy abyss.

Knowing his good friend well, he was certain nothing good would come next.

Then, with Zhu Niao’s smiling but firm push, Gou Yu was kicked back into the puddle.

“All right, you’ve got ten seconds to admit defeat.”

Zhu Niao said as if trying to count on her fingers, then reconsidered and raised two middle fingers crossed to form a ‘ten.’

“Want me to admit defeat? Dream on!”

The edge of the puddle was soft enough to climb out of, but if Zhu Niao kicked again, he’d fall back in.

Gou Yu surely knew this.

Normally, he would have either pulled Zhu Niao down with him or cursed loudly from below until bystanders gave them awkward looks, forcing her to let him out.

Both were easy for him.

But he didn’t do either.

Instead, he climbed up again—and as expected, Zhu Niao stepped on him once more.

A sly smirk curled at the corner of his mouth, hidden from Zhu Niao’s view.

Heh heh, plan working perfectly.

Zhu Niao wondered why he was so stubborn today, climbing up again after being kicked off, despite her foot on his chest pushing him down.

Such determination from anyone else could withstand torture.

But coming from Gou Yu, it probably meant there was a tempting reward waiting after the torture.

Just as she was thinking this, Zhu Niao suddenly felt a chill on her scalp.

Looking up, scattered raindrops were beginning to fall upon the earth.

Ah, this earth had endured so much suffering.

Zhu Niao glanced at the brewing heavy rain and then at the beach—there was almost nowhere to hide from the rain.

The situation was urgent, meaning Zhu Niao could be drenched any second.

So she chose to kick the almost climbing-up Gou Yu once more before turning and running toward the only shelter nearby.

The small shop where Ye Qingchang had earlier gotten a cup of iced slush.

She had barely taken a few steps when she heard heavy footsteps behind her.

No need to think twice—Gou Yu must be chasing her, shirtless and grabbing his clothes, like a strong charioteer giant.

Though his upper body muscles were sharply defined, with eight-pack abs perfectly visible.

But Zhu Niao believed that if Gou Yu caught her, the few kicks she had just dealt would have released energy from every muscle on his body.

When she reached the shop, she found it had closed early.

Under the eaves, only she and Gou Yu were taking shelter from the rain.

Well, when dark clouds press down on the city, it was probably just the two of them digging pits on the beach.

Zhu Niao stopped and suddenly turned around.

She saw Gou Yu grinning as he cracked his wrists, already looking a bit like a wrist champion.

Before she could say anything begging for mercy, Gou Yu stopped.

His gaze lingered on Zhu Niao’s upper body.

Her white shirt was soaked through, faintly revealing what was hidden beneath.

Zhu Niao was taken aback, suddenly remembering why she had changed clothes in the restroom before leaving the hotel.

In the silence between them, it seemed only the sound of rain hitting the roof, then sliding down the eaves to pound the ground, stirred the air.

As if casually plucking the strings of their hearts.

“Old dog…”

Zhu Niao reached out to unbutton her shirt. “I want to show you something.”