Damn it, I'm surrounded by childhood sweethearts-Chapter 393 - 286. Three can go together, six cannot_2

When the groom, Xu Qingfan, had tied his tie, and the bride, Zhang Yiyi, had donned her veil, the song also reached its climax:

[Today you’re going to marry me~]

The machine emitted a "click" sound the next second, capturing the moment this couple joyfully united in marriage.

In Zhang Yiyi’s mind, a grand Western-style wedding appeared, with the priest holding up the Bible and asking her:

"Ms. Zhang Yiyi, do you take Xu Qingfan as your husband, to love him, comfort him, honor him, and keep him, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, and be faithful to him until he leaves this world?"

She nodded with tears brimming in her eyes, "I do!"

"Yiyi?" Seeing that the girl had not reacted for a long time, Xu Qingfan waved his hand in front of her eyes.

"Ah... I do... Brother... what’s up?" Zhang Yiyi’s expression was somewhat dazed, and the words ’I do want to be your wife’ almost slipped out.

"We’re about to take another photo."

"Mhm, brother, heart sign!" Zhang Yiyi raised her left hand above her head.

"Okay~"

The remaining few photos were quickly taken as well; Zhang Yiyi had been immersed in her ’wedding’ with brother, so she did not clearly see how the wedding photos turned out.

She felt both anticipation and nervousness, [What if the photo is blurry, I should have posed properly just now...]

"Brother, wait here, I’ll go get the photo!" To see it as soon as possible, the girl said eagerly.

Xu Qingfan tilted his head, puzzled. They could have gone to get the photos together; why had she asked him to wait here? He wasn’t one of those guys who just sat playing with his phone while the girl shopped; he provided all the necessary interaction and emotional support.

"Then I’ll sit here and wait for you." But since Yiyi had said so, Xu Qingfan simply pointed to a small stool nearby.

"Okay!" After nodding, Zhang Yiyi smiled and trotted off.

If there were any less than perfect shots among the photo stickers, the shop owner could help with post-production editing. Zhang Yiyi was worried that the wedding photo was not perfect, which is why she had left brother alone to come over.

In reality, it was not a big deal, but if brother found out she cared so much about that wedding photo, she would feel very shy.

Girls in their teenage years are mostly like this.

Luckily, she hadn’t moved while daydreaming, and when she saw on the computer screen that the photo she was most concerned about hadn’t been ruined, Zhang Yiyi breathed a sigh of relief.

Both possessing top-tier looks, they naturally didn’t need any photo editing. The shop owner pressed Ctrl+P, and quickly clicked to print the photo.

Zhang Yiyi seemed to think of something and spoke softly to the shop owner.

A minute later, she pulled out a fifty yuan note from her wallet and handed it to the other person.

A few minutes passed, and Zhang Yiyi, with her backpack, returned to find Xu Qingfan.

"Where’s the photo?" he asked, standing up.

"Brother, for you." Zhang Yiyi opened her palm to present the photo, sealed in a transparent ziplock bag, to him.

As Xu Qingfan took it, the girl affectionately linked arms with him.

Having finished with the photo stickers, and the time nearing twelve o’clock, they left the photo studio and sat down at a nearby Good Taste Milk Tea shop, waiting for Zhang Chunxue to pick them up for lunch.

"What happened to that wedding photo from before?" Xu Qingfan remembered the photo quite vividly, but after several searches, he couldn’t find it and asked the girl, puzzled.

"Oh~ There was a double exposure, so it’s deleted." Zhang Yiyi said with a smile as if she had only just remembered it.

Xu Qingfan never thought Zhang Yiyi would lie to him. He felt she must have liked that photo, saying, "Then why not take another one, there was still time."

Zhang Yiyi shook her head, a sly smile appeared on her face: "That one was mistakenly chosen, it wouldn’t be because brother wants to take a wedding photo with Yiyi, right?"

Xu Qingfan glanced sidelong at the girl, and Zhang Yiyi did the same.

The playful scene between the two did not last long, and as soon as Xu Qingfan laughed, Zhang Yiyi also started laughing.

"Hahaha~"

"Hehehe~"

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"I thought Yiyi wanted to take wedding photos with me, but it turns out that’s not the case. I’m so disappointed," Xu Qingfan said, ruffling the girl’s hair as his smile faded.

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"I want to take them with Brother, and with Wanning too!" Zhang Yiyi, eyes narrowed in pleasure, shook her head from side to side.

"Who takes wedding photos with a girl?" he prodded the girl’s forehead.

"With Brother and Wanning, the three of us together!" Zhang Yiyi said, clarifying what she meant when she saw her brother had misunderstood.

"Who takes wedding photos with three people, Yiyi, are you silly!"

Zhang Yiyi pouted and continued to shake her head, looking like a stubborn little child, "When we finish taking them, there will be!"

"Well then, let’s call over Yu, Xiao Xiao, and Ruan Wen and take a six-person wedding photo," Xu Qingfan joked as he rubbed her head.

"Brother, you always think such happy thoughts!" Zhang Yiyi opened her eyes and scolded him with a wrinkled nose.

"How is it ’always thinking happy thoughts’? If three people can take them, why can’t six?"

"Hmph~ can’t means can’t. Three people can, but four, five, six can’t!" Zhang Yiyi’s head shook like a rattle drum.

The girl’s implication was becoming quite clear—was her brother ready to accept the inevitable from Yiyi and Wanning after he turned seventeen?

But obviously, Xu Qingfan, being romantically clueless, didn’t catch her hint. Moreover, the idea of a ménage à trois was something a modern person from the 21st century wouldn’t dare or even want to think about.

"How about seven people?"

"Brother, you’re so annoying~"

"What about eight people?" Xu Qingfan continued to tease her.

"Bad brother, I’m not talking to you anymore!"

"..."

Xu Qingfan had been teasing Zhang Yiyi for quite awhile, until Zhang Chunxue’s car stopped at the door, and the three of them finally got back together and into the car.

"We’ve pretty much settled the deal. You’ll post the champion and runner-up predictions on Good Taste Takeout’s forum, then after the top sixteen, we’ll post the predictions on both sides. It’s just up to luck how far you’ll get," Zhang Chunxue said, tapping his head and winking at her daughter, who silently mouthed "Thank you, Mom."

"What luck, Auntie, it’s skill, okay? Pure skill!" Xu Qingfan was immediately indignant.

"Brother is a soccer prophet!" Zhang Yiyi covered her mouth, giggling and egging him on.

"Alright, alright~ Our Xiao Fan has the most skill, a soccer prophet, the old know-it-all," Zhang Chunxue replied with a smile, turning to drive away as the rearview mirror reflected her stunningly beautiful visage.

"Hmph~ That’s obvious," he mimicked Zhang Yiyi’s earlier grumpy look, hands on hips.

The girl knew her brother was making fun of her, so she wrinkled her little nose and gently bumped her head against him, to which Xu Qingfan easily held her back with his hand.

"Xiao Fan gets credit this time. The internet is still for you young people to figure out, Auntie is getting old," Zhang Chunxue said, looking at the two behind her in the rearview mirror, feeling amazed at how time flies.

"Auntie, that really isn’t funny. Going out looking like you’re eighteen, always talking about getting old, how do you expect other women to live?" Xu Qingfan burst out, slapping his thigh in protest.

Comforting her about not aging didn’t really work, as after all, age was a fact; Zhang Chunxue had entered university in 1992, and she was already thirty-six years old that year.

But Xu Qingfan’s sycophantic ways of speaking in hyperbole brought a bright smile to Zhang Chunxue’s face.

"Let me tell you an age! Auntie is eighteen this year, spit spit spit, what Auntie? It’s ’sister’ indeed, Sister is the best!"

"Yiyi, help me shut your brother up," Zhang Chunxue laughed so hard her body shook—an easy task given the rush hour traffic crawled along at a pace that matched hers.

"Yiyi you wouldn’t... Yiyi you weren’t like this before, Yiyi!" Xu Qingfan hadn’t finished speaking before the girl covered his mouth with her hand.

"I’ve got it covered, Mom!" Zhang Yiyi knew her brother was intentionally cooperating with her, but she still sought praise happily.

"Keep it covered, I need to focus on driving," she said.

"Okay!"

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