pjbooks Chapter 244 Climbing Mountains!
Chapter 244 Climbing Mountains!
Zhang Yan leaned against the door frame and stared for ten seconds.
"Do you need any help?"
Nie Qingcheng didn't even turn her head.
"unnecessary."
She violently flipped the fried egg over with a spatula.
The other side was also charred.
She stared at the unrecognizable fried egg and remained silent for two seconds.
Scoop it into the plate.
He turned around and placed the dish on the dining table.
Two cups of coffee, a plate of fruit cut into different sizes, and two slices of toasted bread—the edges were charred black, but the inside was still white—were already laid out on the table.
Nie Qingcheng stood with her hands on her hips, looking at the "works" on the table.
Her expression was exactly the same as when she was reviewing the quarterly reports at the board meeting.
"eat."
Zhang Yan sat down.
I picked up my knife and fork, cut off a piece of fried egg, and put it in my mouth.
I chewed it twice.
It was hard and salty.
The egg yolk has a subtle burnt smell.
Zhang Yan swallowed it without changing his expression.
"How is it?" Nie Qingcheng sat opposite him, holding a coffee cup in both hands, her eyes fixed on his expression.
"There has been progress."
"Compared to last time?"
"Last time, three pieces of eggshell fell in, but this time none."
Nie Qingcheng's lips twitched.
"...Can't you just say it's delicious?"
"tasty."
Your eyebrow twitched just now.
"no."
"Zhang Yan".
"No, really."
She put down her cup, reached out and took the remaining fried egg from his plate, then took a bite herself.
I chewed for three seconds.
His expression gradually froze.
He silently spat it into a tissue.
"...I'll buy it next time."
Zhang Yan smiled.
He stood up and went to the kitchen.
Take out three eggs, a small handful of scallions, and a few slices of ham from the refrigerator.
The pan is hot and oily. With a flick of the wrist, the egg mixture spreads out on the bottom of the pan, and even golden bubbles rise from the edges.
Cook for 15 seconds and serve with shredded ham and chopped green onions.
The whole process was smooth and seamless.
Nie Qingcheng leaned against the control panel, arms crossed, watching him.
A freshly fried egg was placed in front of her.
She forked a piece and put it in her mouth.
After chewing a couple of times, his expression visibly relaxed.
"...Why does everything you cook taste so good?"
"talent."
"Can you be humble for once?"
"cannot."
Nie Qingcheng kicked him in the shin.
It doesn't hurt.
But he cooperated by hissing.
After finishing breakfast, Nie Qingcheng nestled on the sofa and scrolled through her phone.
"Where do you want to go today?" Zhang Yan asked.
"Hmm..." She swiped the screen a few times, "I want to go hiking."
"climb mountains?"
"Yuntai Mountain, the highest peak in Jinghai."
"The online reviews are good, and there's a sunrise at the top of the mountain, but the path is difficult to walk."
She glanced at Zhang Yan.
"Aren't you afraid of getting tired?"
Zhang Yan leaned against the other end of the sofa and smiled upon hearing this.
"Not tired."
He thought for a second.
"And, we don't have to walk."
Nie Qingcheng stopped swiping.
"What do you mean?"
Zhang Yan did not explain.
"Wear long pants and sneakers."
He got up and walked towards the bedroom.
"Also, bring a jacket."
"It's windy on the mountain."
Forty minutes later.
North of Jinghai, on the southern slope of Yuntai Mountain.
A Maybach was parked on the outermost edge of the scenic area's parking lot.
Today is a weekday, but Yuntai Mountain is a popular spot for artsy young people in Beijing and Shanghai, and there were still quite a few cars parked in the parking lot.
Zhang Yan and Nie Qingcheng got off the car.
Nie Qingcheng changed her outfit—a black sports vest, a thin windproof jacket tied around her waist, slim-fit sports pants, and trail running shoes.
Her long hair was tied into a neat high ponytail.
Even in sportswear, her body proportions are still exaggerated to the point of being unreal.
Several male hikers who were organizing their trekking poles in the parking lot were all drawn to this spot.
Then I saw Zhang Yan next to her.
Their gazes all turned away again.
The two of them did not enter through the main gate of the scenic area.
Zhang Yan led Nie Qingcheng around to a deserted thicket behind the parking lot.
After confirming that there were no surveillance cameras or pedestrians around,
He raised his wrist.
The blue light flickered.
In the clearing behind the bushes, the air suddenly distorted.
A huge, silver-white, streamlined, tiger-shaped mechanical creation appeared out of thin air.
White Tiger.
Quietly crouching on the grass.
Its electronic eye glowed faintly, and its tail gently swept the ground.
Although Nie Qingcheng had seen it many times, every time the White Tiger appeared, the oppressive feeling of the combination of metal and power still made her heart race.
It's not fear.
It's something else.
It's probably called—a sense of security.
"Come on up." Zhang Yan leaped onto the white tiger's back first and reached out his hand to her.
Nie Qingcheng grasped his hand and used it to flip herself up.
The back armor of the White Tiger has been polished, and there is a flat area that is just big enough for two people to sit on.
Zhang Yan tapped his watch a few times.
Driving mode: External riding.
Speed limit: 30%.
Noise suppression: Maximum.
Route: South slope of Yuntai Mountain – Ridge line – Main peak.
"Hold on tight."
Nie Qingcheng wrapped her arms around his waist from behind.
"Don't go too fast."
"Not fast."
The white tiger stood up.
The four mechanical legs stretched out silently, reaching a shoulder height of nearly two meters.
The silver-white armor reflected a soft luster in the sunlight.
Then, it started running.
It's not the kind of explosive burst of energy you get during a battle.
Rather, it is a smooth, cruising-style run.
The four hooves moved alternately, and there was almost no sound when they landed—the shock absorption system absorbed more than 90% of the impact.
Bushes, scree slopes, fallen tree trunks.
The white tiger's route planning system automatically avoids human trails and ascends along the wild ridge on the south slope.
The wind was blowing in from both sides.
Nie Qingcheng's ponytail was blown backward by the wind.
She squinted slightly, resting her chin on Zhang Yan's shoulder.
The field of vision is changing rapidly.
The treeline changes from broad-leaved forest to coniferous forest, and then to low shrubs.
The distant city of Jinghai shrank smaller and smaller in the field of vision, eventually turning into a gray-blue patch.
"Zhang Yan".
"Um?"
"It runs much more steadily than I expected."
"I've adjusted the parameters; the acceleration in combat mode is eight times this."
Nie Qingcheng tightened her arms around his waist.
"Don't switch to combat mode."
"Don't cut it."
The white tiger stopped in front of a cliff.
Ahead was a nearly vertical rock face, about forty meters high.
Normal hikers would need to take a two-kilometer detour along a winding mountain path to get here.
The white tiger lowered its body, gathering strength in its hind legs.
Then—he jumped up.
The miniature thrusters on its four legs briefly ignited in mid-air to correct its attitude.
The landing point was precisely on the platform at the top of the cliff.
It was as light as a cat jumping onto the table.
Nie Qingcheng's fingernails dug into Zhang Yan's side.
"You should have told me in advance!"
"You'll be scared if I tell you."
"I--"
Her rebuttal was drowned out by the wind.
The white tiger continued its ascent.
The ridgeline gets narrower and narrower, with steep slopes on both sides.
But the white tiger's four feet were as steady as if they were nailed to the ground, and every step was accurate to the centimeter.
Twelve minutes later.
The white tiger stopped at the main peak of Yuntai Mountain.
The altitude is 1,476 meters.
It takes a normal hiker four to five hours.
It took them twelve minutes.
Zhang Yan rolled down and helped Nie Qingcheng down.
The mountaintop is a small platform with several weathered boulders scattered among it.
There was no one else around at this time—most climbers don't arrive until the afternoon.