Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 1276: Chapter 719: Qing Chen, I’m Cold

Countdown 64:00:00.

Eight o’clock in the morning.

“Knock knock knock,” Qing Chen rapped on Yoyo’s door: “Sobering up yet? You can already see the port of Mumbai from the ship. We should get ready to disembark.”

With a creak, the door opened. Yoyo had just taken a shower, dressed in sportswear, and was drying her hair.

“What hairstyle do you want to see today?” Yoyo asked with a cheerful smile, “You can choose a dignified updo, clean and neat braids, or playful pigtails… I can do them all! If it’s an updo, I can wear black plain glasses to match your tastes!”

“You’re so lively this early… Braids will do, just in case we run into some trouble,” Qing Chen said.

“Trouble? Are you worried last night’s flamboyance might expose our whereabouts?” Yoyo asked. “Next time, don’t indulge me so much.”

“You don’t need to worry about that. This Outer World trip is well-planned. The choices I’ve made are the best ones,” Qing Chen replied.

“Okay,” Yoyo said, drying her hair with a sense of ease. She felt her greatest difference from Qin Yiyi was that, no matter how much Qing Chen changed, Qin Yiyi could accept it.

As for herself, she knew Qing Chen too well. She understood his behavioral nuances, way of thinking, and lifestyle preferences, becoming integrated into Qing Chen’s life.

She knew that Qing Chen was willing to join her in fun last night only because he was fully prepared.

Blow-drying her hair, Yoyo chuckled, “Did you know that Spade Members visit the Fire Pit almost every year?”

Qing Chen’s heart skipped a beat.

Yoyo continued, “When I traveled back, I saw Qin Yiyi at the Fire Pit. She’s now in a highly esteemed position there, treated like a treasure by the elder. Oh, and I chatted with her for several days.”

Qing Chen hesitated for a few seconds: “What did you talk about.”

“Hehehe,” Yoyo giggled, “Even if we’re not together, don’t mention other girls in front of me.”

Qing Chen was immediately stumped: “You brought it up first, how could you turn the tables on me like that.”

The mischievous Yoyo was indeed a handful.

By this time, Yoyo had finished her braids, then picked up a revolver that had nothing to do with fate, and without hesitation, aimed it at her temple and pulled the trigger.

The click of the gun’s mechanism resounded, followed by a not so loud gunshot.

Yoyo shivered all over: “This thing is too weird. Am I just unlucky, or what? I thought it was a freeze slow-motion bullet. Qing Chen, I’m cold.”

Qing Chen saw Yoyo’s movement had slowed, even her steps were stiff, and her expression wasn’t as lively as before.

He wondered, “Is the revolver really that powerful? Wouldn’t a shot incapacitate an enemy immediately in crucial moments?”

“It’s really hard to walk like this, and others would think I’m odd if they saw it. Qing Chen, carry me,” Yoyo said, then jumped onto Qing Chen’s back. “You carried me like this yesterday. Does my freshly washed hair smell nice?”

Qing Chen’s body stiffened, the fragrance of shampoo lingering under his nose.

At that moment, tourists outside called out, “Look, someone’s setting off fireworks! How are they making them so magnificent even during the day?”

Yoyo: “…”

Qing Chen: “Get down yourself.”

“Alrighty,” Yoyo nimbly jumped off, continuing to pack her luggage.

Qing Chen said with a pained heart: “Clearly, it was a firework bullet, so why lie that it was a freeze bullet? Can’t we have more honesty between us?”

“Hehehe,” Yoyo replied nonchalantly, “Let’s go, I’m ready!”

The Brilliant Pearl Cruise Ship docked in Mumbai, India. Qing Chen and Yoyo, with large backpacks, disembarked with thousands of mountaineers on board.

Qing Chen’s backpack was notably larger, even containing his skis.

They would depart from Mumbai and travel to New Delhi, India, joining tens of thousands of tourists heading from New Delhi to Nepal by plane.

Qing Chen smilingly asked, “Now we have two options: take the Royal Express prepared by Luo Wanya to New Delhi, which is a 7-day, 6-night journey, or ride a green train, hanging out with the locals to New Delhi in a day. Which one do you choose?”

“One is 7 days, the other is 1 day. How long was your original plan to New Delhi?” Yoyo asked. “You don’t need to consider my feelings for important matters. Getting things done is the priority. I’m your protector, after all, and everything should prioritize your affairs!”

Qing Chen laughed, “No matter which we choose, I have a backup plan.”

In his memory, Indian trains were dilapidated, crowded with people.

But the Royal Express was different; it was a tourist line direct from Mumbai to New Delhi, with 23 carriages full of top-notch decor and service, accommodating 84 passengers, with a daily room rate of 2500 US Dollars.

Finally, traveling at a pace of seven days and six nights towards the destination.

Along the way, the train makes stops of over ten hours at various tourist spots, allowing passengers to explore the attractions.

It’s like a five-star hotel on wheels.

There are similar trains domestically, like the K3 train from Jingcheng to Moscow, with tickets costing 6000 yuan and still hard to get.

Or the New Oriental Express in Northern Xinjiang, with some tickets even reaching fifty thousand yuan.