Chapter Eleven: If Your Physical Fitness Is Lacking, You Must Meet the Parents! (Please Recommend and Bookmark!)

He Tianran felt completely trapped by Wen Liang, with no room to maneuver at all.

So, in this round of negotiation, he was determined to start by cutting the price in half, not caring about saving face.

Unfortunately, the chubby shop owner didn’t seem to give him that chance.

“Forget it. Since I met you three years ago, I’ve never seen you have any friends. It’s rare you brought your girlfriend here this time. Be nice to others—talking money would only ruin the mood...”

Mr. Park waved his hand and lit a cigarette, his expression heavy with weariness.

He Tianran was thrilled; the moment he heard “girlfriend,” his whole body jolted as if struck by electricity. He hastily shook his head to deny it, only for the owner to tap his head and scold:

“Other girls don’t deny it. What the hell are you shy about?”

He Tianran rubbed his forehead, glanced at Wen Liang’s smiling, silent face, and shivered involuntarily.

“I’m willing not to take money, but I have conditions!”

He Tianran uttered a surprised “Ah!” The owner shot him a glare and continued:

“You’re still just a kid. First, I’m a businessman, then your friend, got it?”

Mr. Park took a drag, exhaling a cloud of smoke from his nostrils, then said slowly:

“My condition is that every month from now on, you must post a fingerstyle guitar video. At the beginning and end of each video, you must display my online store’s address. After your senior year ends, you can reduce it to once every two weeks. The latest video must be posted next week! If you lack recording equipment or effect processors, just come to my shop to record.”

Mr. Park spoke decisively, leaving no room for He Tianran to refuse.

“So... no money now... does that mean I don’t have to agree to Wen’s conditions either?”

He Tianran asked naively. After all, the guitar was something he could control, while Wen Liang’s conditions were too uncertain. Weighing the two, he found the old otaku’s terms more acceptable.

After all, what ill intentions could there be between two otakus?

“No, I bought you the guitar!”

Wen Liang’s voice came from behind. He Tianran turned his head.

“Yeah... but the boss already agreed to refund you...”

“That’s between me and the boss, what does it have to do with you?”

Wen Liang said matter-of-factly, and the chubby owner nodded in agreement:

“That’s right. If it weren’t for this sensible girl, do you think I would have given you the guitar? If you don’t agree to her, then no refund, and you pay full price. If you want it for free, you must agree to my terms!”

“Thank you, boss! You’re so kind!”

“Heh heh, no need, no need, it’s my duty~”

“...”

Watching these two, meeting for the first time, sing in harmony, He Tianran felt like a mouse caught in a vise, getting scolded from both sides!

In the end, He Tianran gave in, agreeing to both their conditions. As he walked out of the guitar shop, he looked ahead at the girl leaping lightly like a fawn and finally said:

“Wen, sorry for letting Mr. Park misunderstand our relationship earlier…”

Wen Liang turned and smiled: “Are you stupid? If he didn’t misunderstand, how could he so easily give you the guitar for free?”

“Can those two things really be connected?”

“Of course…”

Wen Liang spun around, hands behind her back, speaking softly:

“By the way, that song just now was really beautiful. I think it was called ‘Sunflower,’ right?”

The boy nodded silently.

“Why that song? Not just showing off in front of me, are you?”

The girl stepped forward two paces. The boy instinctively stepped back, shifting his shoulders awkwardly as he tightened the guitar strap.

“I... I wanted to ask, haven’t you ever seen me play guitar in the future?”

He chose to change the subject again.

“That’s a question for yourself—why did you suddenly give up?”

“I…”

Wen Liang closed the distance step by step. Her pace was slow, but at just one step away, her breath was fragrant like orchids, her lovely face drawing nearer, radiating intoxicating charm. He Tianran’s heart pounded in his throat.

“Say it when you’re ready.”

She stopped moving forward and suddenly smiled brightly. That radiant smile reflected in He Tianran’s eyes like a ray of sunshine slipping through a crack, illuminating the boy’s previously closed-off heart.

“Snap~”

A pale, slender finger tapped He Tianran’s forehead.

“What dirty thoughts are you having again? How can you get distracted with me so close?”

Wen Liang withdrew her hand, sounding slightly reproachful.

“N-no... nothing... where are we going next?”

Seeing He Tianran dodge the question, Wen Liang could only smile softly. After a pause, she said gently:

“You really are exactly like the future you…”

“Huh?”

“Do you know what the sunflower symbolizes?”

“What... what does that have to do with the future me?”

He Tianran was momentarily lost, and Wen Liang, as if expecting this reaction, rolled her eyes and tossed out:

“Dummy, let’s go! I’m still buying you stuff!”

And so, for the first time in his life, He Tianran experienced the horror of shopping with a girl, from nine in the morning until two-thirty in the afternoon. Wen Liang not only picked out clothes and daily necessities for him but bought a whole bunch for herself, and in the end, she did buy that perfume.

He Tianran couldn’t refuse. Every time he thought about resisting, Wen Liang’s gaze would intimidate him, as if to say:

“You promised, from now on, you have to listen to me!”

But being forced to buy clothes wasn’t worth much; he was just grateful the debt of ten thousand yuan didn’t grow any bigger.

Back home from the mall, after dropping the mountain of bags, He Tianran collapsed onto the sofa, gasping for breath. Wen Liang stood nearby with arms crossed, looking at him with disdain:

“Your stamina is terrible. Can’t even carry this much?”

He Tianran immediately pointed to the piles of shopping bags like small mountains and complained:

“This is ‘this much’? I carried some with both hands, some on my back, almost had to use my mouth! Six hours! Except for lunch, I didn’t rest! Anyone would be exhausted after that!”

Seeing He Tianran’s ridiculous expression, Wen Liang stifled a laugh and turned her face away, stubbornly saying:

“I don’t care, as a guy, your stamina is just bad!”

He Tianran had no energy to argue. He just wanted to lie on the sofa and empty his mind like a useless salted fish. He sighed:

“Eh, if I’m bad at it, I’m bad at it. I’m tired…”

But as soon as those words escaped, Wen Liang seized the opportunity. She walked up to the sofa, grabbed He Tianran’s hands, and said teasingly:

“Exactly because you have poor stamina, you need to exercise more! Get up and come with me!”

“Where?”

“To my dad’s boxing gym. I want him to give you a proper beating!”

After saying that, Wen Liang’s hands pressed down, and she almost stumbled. He Tianran was already kneeling on the floor—whether from exhaustion or fear, no one knew. He murmured:

“Meeting… meeting… meeting the parents?”