Sweet Princess Carry

【Sweet Princess Carry Event】

1. Eligibility:

· Participants must be 18 or older, in good health, and free from conditions like heart disease or hypertension that are unsuitable for strenuous activities.

· Each team consists of two people, regardless of gender.

2. Event Rules:

· Teams must carry their teammate in a "princess carry" position and hold for the designated time to win corresponding prizes.

· During the carry, the carried person’s feet must not touch the ground, and the carrier must not rely on any external support.

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3. Event Process:

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4. Prize Categories:

· Three minutes: Participation prize, commemorative badge, snacks, etc.

· Ten minutes: Exquisite small gifts.

· Forty minutes: Surprise grand prize.

· Champion: Luxurious grand prize.

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Donglai Times Square.

First-floor main hall.

The crowd bustled with activity.

After carefully reading the event rules, Gu Luo led Gu Ximan to join the queue.

Not many visitors were participating—mostly lovey-dovey couples, a few newlywed pairs, and two male college students.

Though the event had no restrictions on participant relationships, most attendees were there because of romance.

"Stinky big bro, guess what their relationship is? I just overheard their accents—they’re from out of town too," Gu Ximan whispered excitedly, eyeing the two guys at the front of the line.

Gu Luo glanced at her, then leaned down slightly to reply in an equally hushed tone, "No idea. Don’t stereotype based on region—Tiandu has pure brotherhood too."

"But I didn’t even say where their accents were from," Gu Ximan blinked innocently.

"......"

Gu Luo was momentarily speechless.

Well, in people’s minds, Tiandu was a mountain of assumptions.

But he couldn’t be blamed.

Who could understand the sheer shock of receiving his first love letter—from a guy?

The sender had even included a photo.

It scared him so badly he almost switched classes.

Even now, the memory was too cringe to revisit.

"Stinky big bro, you must be thrilled, right?" Gu Ximan suddenly looped her arm around his, declaring proudly,

"After all, you get to carry a top-tier beauty like me."

"Yeah, with top-tier cheekiness too."

The moment the words left his mouth, Gu Luo winced as she pinched his arm. He quickly corrected himself,

"Yes, yes, I’m overjoyed to carry the universe’s number one beauty."

"Hmph!"

Gu Ximan released his arm, then turned her eager gaze back to the two guys, wondering which numbers they’d land on.

Watching her, Gu Luo tensed.

Was Ximan a fujoshi?

After all, the saying went: "Out of ten girls, seven are fujoshis."

Whatever.

It wasn’t his place to interfere.

As long as she didn’t project any BL fantasies onto him.

Nearby, Lu Xuexue sipped her unfinished grape taro ball drink, watching the queue with longing.

She really wanted to join with Gu Luo.

If she could just be princess-carried by him once, she’d do anything.

The mere thought made her heartbeat race.

But right now, the heroine by Gu Luo’s side was her best friend.

Envy.

The sign-up process was simple, and soon it was Gu Luo and Gu Ximan’s turn.

"Handsome, you’re sure you don’t have heart conditions or anything, right? If not, just fill in your name here," said the cheerful staffer, a middle-aged woman, pointing to a liability waiver on the table.

"Got it, thanks, sis."

Gu Luo skimmed the waiver, confirmed it was standard, then neatly signed his name and emergency contact number.

The staffer gave them an appraising look and teased,

"You two make such a perfect couple—your future babies will be absolutely adorable, real little heartbreakers."

"Ah, we’re not—"

Before Gu Luo could explain, Gu Ximan cut in brightly,

"Thank you, sis! We’ll take that blessing to heart. I’ll do my best!"

She even pumped a fist for emphasis.

"Go for twins!" The staffer mirrored her gesture, clearly charmed by Gu Ximan’s energy.

Gu Luo’s lip twitched at their exchange.

Ximan was teasing again.

Well, as long as she was having fun. No need to ruin her act.

As the saying went—outside, identities are what you make them.

For all he knew, those two college guys earlier were just trolling with fake Tiandu accents.

"Alright, handsome, beauty, you can head to the stage now," the staffer said, nodding toward the platform. With a playful wink, she added,

"Give it your all!"

"Thanks, we’ll win," Gu Luo replied politely.

"Don’t worry, sis—twins it is!" Gu Ximan chirped, resting her head sweetly against his shoulder.

As they walked off, Gu Luo flicked her forehead lightly. "Cut it out with the jokes. That lady was nice—no need to mess with her."

"Pfft—"

Gu Ximan stuck out her tongue, then rolled her eyes covertly.

What a blockhead.

Every word she’d said was sincere.

But no matter—this was a long game.

She’d chip away at his defenses bit by bit, until the final, decisive blow.

Soon, the Sweet Princess Carry event began.

The atmosphere instantly heated up as spectators gathered to watch.

"Alright, little sis, let’s soar," Gu Luo grinned.

"Hmph, just do your best, stinky big bro. If you’re tired, say so."

"Aw, Ximan does care about me."

"Ugh—so full of yourself." Gu Ximan turned her nose up, but her slender arms naturally circled his neck.

Her heart raced with nervous anticipation.

Gu Luo bent slightly, his right arm slipping under her knees while his left supported her back. With a light heave, he lifted her into a princess carry.

"Definitely put on weight."

He adjusted his grip, teasing.

"Stinky—big—bro, asking for a beating?"

"...Just kidding."

Gu Luo backpedaled, his gaze inadvertently brushing the ample curves now inches from his face.

Yep, she’d gained weight—impressively so.

Nutrition clearly wasn’t lacking.

Almost catching up to Shen Yue’s level.

Ahem—

Nope, not going there.

Unaware of his thoughts, Gu Ximan glanced toward Lu Xuexue in the crowd, locking eyes.

‘Go for it!’ Lu Xuexue mouthed.

‘I won’t hand stinky big bro over,’ Gu Ximan mouthed back.

Her stomach knotted.

Part of her hoped Lu Xuexue understood—and part feared she did.

Her emotions were a tangled mess.

Lu Xuexue blinked, completely failing to decipher Gu Ximan's lip movements, but she nodded with a smile nonetheless.

Seeing this, Gu Ximan froze for a split second before realizing—her best friend definitely hadn’t understood.

Her emotions tangled, but she also quietly sighed in relief.

Unless absolutely necessary, she really didn’t want to lay her cards on the table.

If she could avoid making this choice, she would.

But then again, if she didn’t come clean, her "Ximan Punch" would just hit a wall of cotton—useless—especially since Lu Xuexue was out here shipping her with someone else instead.

Love was so much harder than math. It gave her a headache just thinking about it.

Gu Ximan couldn’t help but sigh internally.

And she reached a conclusion—this was all her idiot brother’s fault for being such a flirt!

Meanwhile, in the audience.

Beside Lu Xuexue, a clueless single guy (Bachelor No. 1) with an earnest gaze turned to his equally single friend (Bachelor No. 2) and said:

"I just checked the rules—if you can hold a princess carry for forty minutes, you win the grand prize. Too bad we got here late, or I’d have carried you like it was nothing."

As he spoke, he flexed his underwhelming biceps, subtly glancing at Lu Xuexue out of the corner of his eye.

Donglai Plaza was the place to be—seriously, you could just stumble upon top-tier lolis here.

And this girl’s vibe and outfit? Textbook rich girl.

Loli + rich girl = the ultimate dream combo.

Of course, Bachelor No. 1 was just talking big, mostly to impress Lu Xuexue.

However.

"You been eating too much braised chicken or what?" Bachelor No. 2 adjusted his glasses and dropped a deep, gravelly voice (the kind that sounded like it came with a side of whiskey). "A princess carry engages your arms, shoulders, back, and core. Holding it for too long leads to muscle fatigue, soreness, and even cramps."

"Even trained athletes struggle with forty minutes."

"With those noodle arms of yours? Give it up."

Hearing this, Lu Xuexue immediately turned her attention to Bachelor No. 2.

Bachelor No. 1’s internal scream was deafening.

What the hell?!

This wasn’t the script! How did my bro steal the spotlight?!

Damn it, you traitor!

Bachelor No. 2, now aware of Lu Xuexue’s gaze, instinctively straightened his posture, putting on a solemn face while thinking—better you than me, buddy.

For the sake of my happiness, you can take the L.

Meanwhile, Lu Xuexue was quietly worrying—what if Brother Gu’s muscles cramp up?

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