Charm point maxed out, inheriting game assets-Chapter 1644 - 572: Dragon Ball_4

"Don’t buy anymore, I really can’t eat anything," Tang Song helplessly tugged at his first love’s small hand, his tone tinged with a bit of resignation.

Throughout the walk, Liu Qingning wanted to try everything she saw that looked tasty.

But it was just trying, the rest ended up in his stomach.

Thanks to his system optimization, an average person couldn’t really eat so much.

At this moment, Shen City at night had a temperature below twenty degrees, with clouds hanging low, and a night breeze carrying a hint of coolness.

Liu Qingning wore a white knitted sweater with black pencil pants and a pair of clean sneakers, simple yet vibrant with youthful energy.

The black and white combination accentuated her slender, graceful figure, making her stand out in the bustling crowd.

Holding milk tea in her hand, her voice carried a touch of spoiled persuasion, "But I just want to eat Bao Master’s seaweedy Bei, I haven’t had it in over a year."

"Alright, I’ll go and queue up."

Faced with the uncompromising first love, Tang Song could only surrender, heading towards the tail end of the long queue.

Liu Qingning watched his figure blend into the crowd, her lips curling up unconsciously.

She lowered her head, took a sip of milk tea, her gaze soft as a pool of spring water.

After a full ten minutes, Tang Song came back to her side with a box of steaming hot seaweedy Bei.

"Thank you, Song, you’re so nice," Liu Qingning said sweetly, then tiptoe kissed him on the chin.

Tang Song grinned broadly, his heart inexplicably racing.

Once, this was the scene he had imagined countless times in high school and college.

"You silly!" Liu Qingning chuckled, pressing her lips lightly.

"I’m not silly, someone is too beautiful, making me dumbstruck."

Liu Qingning’s lips curled up, her face slightly reddening as she tilted her head, "Smooth talker."

"Not smooth, sweet, taste it," he said, deliberately leaning closer.

Liu Qingning let out a "Pfft," lightly patting him, "Annoying!"

The two walked shoulder to shoulder, slowly moving forward with the crowd.

Their pace was leisurely, occasionally stopping at a small stall to look at handicrafts, flipping through small toys, never deliberately marking spots or taking photos.

Just letting the night market’s lively atmosphere surround them.

Like the most ordinary yet most enchanting date in youth.

Passing through a dimly lit alley, they stopped in front of an old record stall.

Liu Qingning, while browsing those yellowed records, softly narrated the background stories of the albums.

This block was wrapped in a nostalgic aura.

Old objects, old records, old bookstores, like a hidden literary corner in the modern city.

Liu Qingning finally chose a Cantonese album from the 90s, the cover yellowed, yet well preserved.

After paying, she pointed to a nearby bookstore, "Want to go for a walk?"

"Sure, let’s go," Tang Song nodded and naturally took her hand.

They had just reached the bookstore entrance...

Liu Qingning suddenly exclaimed "Ouch," clutching her stomach.

"What’s wrong?" Tang Song immediately stopped, his tone becoming anxious.

"Stomach hurts a bit..." she frowned, her voice soft, mixed with a hint of regret, "I ate too much random stuff today."

Her constitution had always been poor, only recently getting better, and tonight she was so happy, completely forgetting to control her diet.

"I told you not to eat indiscriminately, especially with iced milk tea."

"Okay, I was wrong, I won’t do it again, need to go to the restroom first."

Tang Song supported her arm, helping her down the steps.

Meanwhile, inside the bookstore.

Near the entrance, in the corner, under soft lighting, the air filled with the faint scent of paper and wooden bookshelves.

A girl with freckles dotted on her face lightly patted her companion’s arm, "Hey, Zhang Yan, haven’t chosen yet?"

"Just wait a bit," Zhang Yan squatted at the shelf, earnestly flipping through a pile of manga.

A few minutes later, she finally stood up, holding two worn manga, "Alright, just these two."

"You’ve been acting weird lately, buying ’Dragon Ball’ every few days. This time it’s volumes 31 and 32, right? Almost a full collection?"

Zhang Yan gently nodded, a shy smile on her face. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

’Dragon Ball’ complete edition has 34 volumes, released by Shueisha in 2004, covering all the original 42 volumes’ storyline.

It was her first manga she read in junior high, borrowed from her deskmate, but unfortunately, she accidentally lost his favorite one.

Now she’s just two volumes short, and she’ll have a complete set.