Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 1812: Chapter 949: A Photograph (2)

The doctor looked at Qing Chen in surprise, then at Yang Yang: ”You two haven’t even reached the legal marriage age yet.”

Qing Chen said: ”We both look young, but we already have a nine-year-old daughter.”

As he spoke, he took out his phone and showed the doctor a picture of Jinguji Maki: ”Isn’t she cute?”

”Oh...” The doctor didn’t know what to say.

The two walked out the door, with Yang Yang laughing so hard that her whole body was shaking: ”The way you talk nonsense so seriously is quite amusing.”

She leaned on Qing Chen’s shoulder, laughing so hard she couldn’t straighten her back, then suddenly reached up to wipe the tears from her face.

”Don’t cry, don’t cry,” Qing Chen patted Yang Yang’s head: ”Not even a demigod can kill me, what does a mere cancer matter? I already have some plans, and some people have really succeeded. I might not die.”

”I’m not crying, my eyes just hurt,” Yang Yang straightened up and sniffed: ”Come on, let’s eat whatever you want today!”

”You end up saying what the doctor should have said.”

”So, what’s the plan next? Rest well, finish the last two life-and-death trials, then inject the potion?” Yang Yang asked: ”You also have the potion that Boss He injected, right?”

”Yes, it’s on Whale Island, overseen by Boss Zheng, so there’s no problem,” Qing Chen said: ”But I can’t rest yet, as for the life-and-death trials, the last two don’t require training. I have more important things to do.”

”Hmm? At this time, what could be more important than your life?” Yang Yang wondered.

”More important than my life, are the lives of the 170,000 Parent Association Members,” Qing Chen said: ”I need to make another trip to the West Continent to kill the Arbiter.”

They currently had no good solution for the curse of dark magic.

This curse was like the invasion of an alien species, like how European rabbits were initially introduced to Australia as food. They had natural enemies at home, but in Australia, without natural predators, they reproduced uncontrollably.

The curse of dark magic is similar to this. If the Eastern Continent had always had dark magic, everyone would hide their real names and birthdays like on the West Continent.

In fact, dark magic in the West Continent is an awkward existence because there is no real need to curse commoners, but to curse a master, you don’t know their name.

Can the Duke of Storm City curse the Black Water, Phoenix, or Silver City Duke? No, he can’t curse them.

Can the Duke of Storm City curse some Drama Master? Can’t curse them either.

Among demigods, the Duke of Storm City is the weakest in the West Continent.

It’s like dominating beginners but always getting beaten in high-level plays. The Duke of Storm City might not even match the weakest demigod ’Zhong Yu’.

This is the reality of the Arbiter in the West Continent.

So, when he had the opportunity to switch to the Drama Master heritage, he immediately switched.

In a few decades, the Eastern Continent might be like this, and then dark magic will become trivial again.

Once a threat appears, people will find ways to solve it. By then, everyone will hide their real names, and the Arbiter will face a bunch of funny nicknames like ”Le Shan’s Spicy Chicken”, ”Firebird’s Spin”, ”Innocent Little Dragon”, ”Young Newspaper Seller”, and be powerless.

But this time, dark magic arrived in the Eastern Continent without any defenses, just like an invasive species.

This problem, to this day, no one in the Eastern Continent knows how to solve.

But for Qing Chen, if the problem can’t be solved, then solve the people who create the problem.

Or rather, this is how a demigod should solve problems.

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On the third day after returning, Qing Chen and Yang Yang went to Haicheng’s Disneyland.

However, the awkward thing was that the rides that would thrill an ordinary person left both of them emotionless... It’s all about participation, I guess.

While riding a roller coaster, Qing Chen calmly described the happenings in Ginkgo Garden to Yang Yang, making her quite interested in visiting. Qing Chen promised her that one day in the future, he would take her to play.

They sat on the roller coaster having a peaceful conversation, forming a sharp contrast with the other tourists around them...

Yang Yang took many photos with Qing Chen.

She snapped solo shots of Qing Chen and pictures of them together, as if frantically making up for the things they had missed out on as a couple.

Yang Yang seemed afraid that time would run out before she could do certain things, leaving no chance to do them.

That night in the hotel, Yang Yang kept receiving deliveries.

After Qing Chen finished bathing and towel-dried his hair, he curiously looked at Yang Yang: ”What are you buying?”

Yang Yang smiled mysteriously: ”All sorts of pretty clothes. I’m planning to wear them all for you to see before you die, so you won’t have any regrets.”

Qing Chen: ”...”

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On the fourth day after returning.

Yang Yang took Qing Chen by the hand and flew back to Los Angeles City, each carrying a backpack and wearing a baseball cap, just like two time travelers leisurely enjoying the joy of travel.

They landed on the rooftop terrace of the yellow language building at Los Angeles Foreign Language School. As classes were in session, the two of them sat leisurely on the edge of the terrace.

Qing Chen gazed at the campus in a daze: ”I haven’t been back for so long; it feels nostalgic. Look at the southeast corner’s cafeteria, they used to sell steamed buns for five cents each. The bun had shredded spicy potatoes in it, which counted as the simplest meal. During my poorest days, I lived off a single bun every day. Later, the cafeteria aunt probably pitied me and started giving me a bowl of porridge for free every time.”

”To the west is the Honor Wall, where the top students’ photos from each grade were posted, and under the photo, you could write a motivational quote. I was top of the grade once, and made a deal with the potstickers shop near the school gate to advertise ’If you love her, take her to eat potstickers.’ That ad earned me over two thousand RMB, which covered a year’s tuition and another three months of meal fees. Later, the school forbade this, and I never ranked first in the grade again.”

Yang Yang laughed fit to burst on the side: ”Anything else?”

”I also wrote love letters for classmates, earning a chicken leg per letter.”

”I helped classmates cheat in exams. One kid’s dad rewarded him with a thousand RMB, and he shared half with me.”

”I studied chess strategy during the day and went to Royal City Park in the north at night to hustle with the old men there. I’d lose five bucks deliberately at first, then win back 20.”

”I kept studying chess strategies, calculating the games, just to make them feel they almost won.”

”Being young and the first time enjoying the thrill of gambling, I didn’t know moderation, and once the old men figured out my strategy, they wouldn’t play with me anymore.”

Qing Chen fondly recalled those years; he did many things for money, both ethical and not.

In retrospect, the financial struggles of those days paled compared to the difficulties he faces now.

That’s life; the hurdles you once thought insurmountable, looking back after a few years, suddenly seem trivial.

But this time, Qing Chen didn’t know if he could overcome this new hurdle.

”Come on, let me take you to eat Dan Dan noodles at Little Street’s Tian Fu,” Qing Chen smiled and said: ”And there’s Little Street Potstickers, Los Angeles Feast, tomorrow morning we’ll go to the county for Iron Thank Mutton Soup.”

Yang Yang looked at him, smiling gently, thinking if time could freeze at this moment, that would be nice.

”Qing Chen!” Yang Yang suddenly called his name.

Qing Chen turned his head to look: ”What?”

”Don’t leave me alone.”

”Okay.”

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On the fifth day after returning.

Qing Chen took Yang Yang to visit every place he had lived.

On the sixth day after returning.

Qing Chen and Yang Yang went to a photo studio and took a photo together. Both wore white shirts and sat in front of a red backdrop, with tense expressions and forced smiles. Just like all wedding photos, they smiled happily but somewhat unnaturally.

On the seventh day after returning, they finished dinner. Wearing baseball caps, they walked hand in hand back to their accommodation.

A girl behind them looked over in confusion, and her boyfriend asked her: ”What are you looking at?”

”I think I saw Qing Chen!”

”You mean the legendary Master of Daytime?” her boyfriend asked, his eyes lighting up.

”I think so, but maybe not,” the girl said, puzzled.

She was puzzled because she thought Qing Chen was a person who should only be in the heavens, not walking so plainly on the street.

The countdown hit zero.

Time travel.