In the end, though, Ye Shuang still took the two girls out.
If you ask why, it was mainly because that character An Shiyu had somehow gotten hold of a loudspeaker that kept looping the phrase, "Take me out to play."
"Oh, so this car is yours?" In the parking lot, An Shiyu looked at the Maybach and remarked, "You driving this car is a bit old-fashioned. Why not buy a Wuling?"
An Shiyu seemed particularly fond of the Wuling brand, aside from the matter of illegal modifications.
"Better than a baby bus," Ye Shuang retorted after being teased.
"Taking my car, or are you driving separately?"
"Street racing? My Wuling can smoke you."
"Race my foot?! Can't you have any traffic safety awareness?" Ye Shuang felt like finding an officer to give them a proper lecture on traffic rules.
Hearing there would be no racing, the two fish exchanged a glance and simply got into Ye Shuang's car. Perhaps because they couldn't be bothered to decide, neither of them took the passenger seat.
"Uncle, why doesn't this car have any snacks?"
"I just got this car today. Who's going to stock snacks for you?" Ye Shuang fastened his seatbelt and glanced in the rearview mirror at the two An Shiyus fiddling with something.
"So, where to?"
"Eh— Uncle, you take girls out without planning ahead? What a failure of a man."
"Yeah, yeah, how are you supposed to pick up girls like this?"
Ye Shuang: "..."
Regrets.
One An Shiyu was already noisy enough. Taking two out was simply torturing himself.
Ye Shuang didn't speak, silently starting the car and driving out of the garage.
"Where to?"
"The library," Ye Shuang said.
"?"
But they ultimately didn't go to the library. Ye Shuang took them to a nearby commercial plaza, even thinking about just casually watching a movie.
After parking on the third basement level, Ye Shuang led the two girls into the elevator heading to the first floor. The elevator had mirrors, and An Shiyu even took out her phone and snapped a few pictures of their reflection.
"Why take pictures?"
"To preserve evidence of being kidnapped," An Shiyu said, swiping through the photos showing three figures, then silently saved them.
Ye Shuang: "I feel like you two are the ones who could kidnap me."
At that moment, the elevator stopped at the second basement level. Several passengers got on and immediately noticed the twin-like An Shiyus.
The An Shiyus were wearing Yinshan Academy uniforms. Although Ye Shuang wasn't keen on complimenting them, An Shiyu was indeed the cute type, and having two together was even more eye-catching, especially with one in black tights and the other in white.
They were fine in every way, except it was a shame they had mouths. Once they opened them, even a mummy might get up and start hopping around.
"Ding." The elevator reached the first floor. Ye Shuang led the girls out, faintly hearing voices behind them.
"Are they twins? Quite pretty."
"Who's the guy? Their father?"
"Who knows, probably an uncle or something?"
"Must be."
Father?
Ye Shuang twitched the corner of his mouth. He was only about seven or eight years older than An Shiyu. Why the misunderstanding?
He turned to look at An Shiyu, seemingly wanting to ask if he looked that old.
But before he could speak, An Shiyu looked delighted and began humming softly, "Time, time, slow down..."
The other fish joined in, "...don't let him grow old anymore..."
Ye Shuang's face darkened with imaginary lines. Enough.
"Lifetime of being a strong dad..."
"Are you done yet?"
"Uncle, you're really sensitive about age, huh? Even though you're pushing forty, keeping a childlike heart is important too."
"A good mindset helps you live longer."
Ye Shuang made a face of utter confusion: "Wait, since when am I pushing forty?!"
I'm only 27, okay?
But the next moment, one An Shiyu suddenly reached out and hooked her arm through Ye Shuang's. The other one followed suit. Within seconds, Ye Shuang had an arm hooked on each side.
"What are you doing?" Although the soft pressure was nothing special, Ye Shuang didn't understand their intention.
"Doesn't this look less like that now?" An Shiyu smiled, showing her white teeth.
"Well, more like we're in a transactional relationship with Uncle," the other fish said.
"Then remember to pay up later, Uncle."
"Yeah, yeah."
Ye Shuang was rendered speechless.
Now being escorted by the two fish, Ye Shuang could feel the stares from around them intensifying. And although the soft pressure on his arms wasn't strong, when he tried to pull his arms back, he found them held even tighter.
Maybe it was his imagination, but he felt these two had frighteningly strong grips.
"With you like this, I can hardly walk."
"Should we hang on your legs then?"
"Forget it..." Ye Shuang sighed, hoping the cinema would arrive quickly.
But the two girls turned left and right, leading Ye Shuang into a dessert shop instead.
"Weren't we going to watch a movie?" he asked.
"The point of visiting a commercial plaza is to immediately enter any shop you feel like going into."
"Being so clueless about what girls think, Uncle, you wouldn't even qualify as a simp."
"Why on earth would I want to be a simp?" As the two fish let go, Ye Shuang crossed his arms. Rubbing away the residual warmth, he suddenly felt his own words sounded a bit odd.
Why did it feel like he had actually been a simp before?
Was it because of that Zhao Mengyao?
But Ye Shuang truly had no memory of Zhao Mengyao at all. Even what happened between them was solely based on what Chen Qin had told him.
And even when Chen Qin recounted those events, Ye Shuang listened from a third-person perspective, not feeling like they had happened to him at all.
Soon, the two each bought an ice cream cone, and also bought three different flavors for Ye Shuang.
With ice cream in hand, the two fish became much more well-behaved, hardly speaking at all.
Ye Shuang preferred the quieter An Shiyu.
Arriving at the cinema, Ye Shuang first got a bucket of popcorn, then looked at the display screen showing recently released movies.
"What do you want to watch?" Ye Shuang asked.
"Whatever."
"Hmm..." Ye Shuang looked at the movies listed: one about weight loss, one about racing, and... huh?
"The Pig, the Snake, and the Pigeon," he said. He remembered Chen Qin saying it was pretty good, though at that time he had taken her to the hospital, so they didn't watch it.
"What's it about? Sounds kinda boring," one An Shiyu said, eating her ice cream.
The other fish looked it up on her phone and raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Oh, it's about pew pew pew."
"On the bed or with guns?"
"Both."
"Let's watch it!"
Ye Shuang: "..."
Whatever, as long as they're interested.

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!