The male protagonist survives in the infinite game by supporting his wife

Shi Jinzhe thought Shehe's words were too cute, and he only regretted that he couldn't hug her while driving, "I think I like you more and more."

"Me too."

Shekh took out two pieces of chocolate from the water cup trough, put one into his mouth, and folded the other one around his lips.

There is not much commercial area near this residential area, so we drove towards the city.

The wind in April was refreshing and the big city was still bustling with people even after nine o'clock. Passing by the food court where he had eaten last time, Sheh saw some strange stalls on the roadside.

Taking advantage of the red light, she asked Shi Jinzhe: "What is that?"

"It seems to be..." Shi Jinzhe thought for a long time about the corresponding word for this thing, but he couldn't remember it.

He knew this thing. It was very common on the roadside in the summer evenings. He used circles to catch small things on the roadside, and used darts or guns to shoot balloons. He had seen it many times, but because he had never played with it, he couldn't find a suitable name for it.

"Loop? This could be it. Do you want to play? I'll turn around?"

"wanna play."

On the open space on the sidewalk less than 30 meters away from the food street, the boss, who was filled with balloons, was holding a bowl of grilled cold noodles, enjoying the breeze and waiting for people to come.

I saw a luxury car parked on the side of the road in front of my stall, and I was amazed that I could see such an expensive car in a place like this.

What he didn't expect was that the owner of the car got out and went straight to his stall.

The stall owner put down the food in his hand and wiped his mouth: "Would you like to play with balloons?"

I glanced at the price written on the white cardboard: thirty dollars for twenty guns.

He picked up a toy gun and handed it to Sheh, then said to the stall owner, "She shoots first, and we'll pay her after she's done."

The stall owner was so happy that he didn't even ask Sheh whether he could see it or not, as long as he gave the money.

How many hits can a blind person make? He's just playing for fun. It's obvious that a rich man is bringing his girlfriend out to experience life.

He was not worried about the chance to run away with the bill. There were several balloon-blowing shops here, and if he didn't compete, it would be like giving money to others. Besides, someone came over to take pictures when the car stopped for two minutes, and maybe it could bring him some business.

The stall owner thought about it and gave Shi Jinzhe another one: "Boss, play it for fun too."

"No, just hit a few more balloons."

Before the stall owner understood what he meant, the sound of a toy gun was heard over there.

One shot after another, every shot hit the target, and soon all the balloons in a circle were shot down by Shekh.

The stall owner was dumbfounded.

Is he blind or what?

What is going on?

Shekh changed his gun and shot an entire wall, then put the gun down and reminded the stall owner: "Fill in balloons."

"Oh oh." The stall owner put the balloons he had prepared in advance on the stall, but none of them were put up.

Later, when the stock was used up, he could only fight on the spot. The air pump was almost rubbing out sparks, but he didn't even put it on the curtain. He just threw it directly into the air after fighting one, and then threw a Shekh to fight one after another, without waiting for time at all.

The beautiful sister with her eyes covered by a ribbon but accurate in every shot really attracted the attention of passers-by. Gradually, more and more passers-by stopped in front of the stall.

Noticing that more and more people were watching nearby, Sheh turned around and looked at Shi Jinzhe.

"If you want to play, just keep playing. It's okay."

Even if some players recognized him, it didn't matter. He and Sheh were about to move to an artificial island, where the management would be very strict.

Even if he lives in a downtown area, if someone wants revenge, he can take someone's life without them knowing, and he won't mind if someone comes to his door.

Shi Jinzhe handed her a toy gun and said, "It's OK when you've had enough fun."

"Then I will continue."

After a few rounds, Sheh felt more comfortable playing and went to grab Shi Jin's broken arm, "Do you want to play? It's fun."

"No, let's pay the bill."

There are enough guns in the game for him to shoot, so he really has no idea about this.

The stall owner glanced at the onlookers, happily collected money, kept giving Shehe the thumbs-up, and insisted on giving her another doll.

It's so inspiring. I will tell my daughter who doesn't study well about this incident when I get home to encourage her.

Sheh didn't want those dolls. She had no interest in them. She just wanted to experience something she had never played with before.

Seeing this, the stall owner simply gave the two people twenty rings to play with.

There were twenty of them, and Sheh folded them in half when distributing them to the customers. The plastic rings were elastic and would bounce back, and it turned out that the two of them got the timing just right and always hit the target. The stall owner regretted it so much that he wanted to slap himself in the face.

What comforted him was that they had neither the things in the set nor did they want them, they were just having fun.

After seeing off the two big customers happily, the stall owner saw Shi Jinzhe and Shehe entering the food court and said with emotion: "They are really down-to-earth."

In the colorful food street, Sheh held a glass of juice, and all kinds of delicious food filled her eyes, giving her a sense of satisfaction before she even ate.

Shi Jinzhe found a store with an open-air seat and sat down, then passed a stool over to Sheh for him to sit down.

"You like this place so much? I thought you wouldn't want to come here a second time because there are so many people."

“There are a lot of delicious food here.”

The temptation of delicious food overwhelmed Sheh's impatience with crowds. As long as they didn't disturb her, it didn't matter.

She has become accustomed to the coming and going of people and is trying to enjoy this kind of life.

Shekh tapped the empty glass with his fingernails. "Can you buy me another glass of this juice? I want the mango one."

"Then wait for a while, don't walk around, just sit here and wait for me. If you have any trouble, call me and I'll be back soon."

Shehe agreed, but after giving all the instructions, he walked out and came back and sat down less than half a minute later.

"So fast?"

"No. I was worried about leaving you here, so I paid someone to run errands for you." Shi Jinzhe believed that Shehe could do what she promised, but he didn't trust others.

There were several tables next door where people were drinking and bragging. The car he parked outside had all become the property of one of those people. What if someone got drunk and saw a girl sitting here and came up to cause trouble without knowing the consequences?

He couldn't ask Shekh to be patient, so it would be safer for him to follow him.

Sheh looked around himself and asked, "Why are you worried about me?"

"There are a few drunk people outside. I'll stay here with you. Ask someone to help you buy things."

“But I want to eat a lot…”

"It's just an errand. I'm not short of money." Shi Jinzhe found the shop owner and asked him to help call a few more people over.

Sheh waited quietly for his meal, and only asked after the errand boys had left, "Are you afraid that someone will cause trouble for me, and I will take action..."

"I'm afraid that you won't be able to vent your anger as much as you can in order to avoid causing trouble for me."

On the square dining table, Shi Jinzhe pulled his chair to the same side as Sheh, closer to her. “People who have bad drinking habits and get drunk are the most troublesome. What we need to do is to stay away from trouble.”

Sheh looked back at the shop next door. A group of people were drunk and their faces were red. They reeked of alcohol and it was unclear what they were arguing about. Their voices were getting louder and louder, and they were even banging the tables.