Chapter 342 - Master Builder (2/2)

Zhang Heng furrowed his brows. He did not recognize her until she spoke.

“Under normal circ.u.mstances, most people would choose to look left in such a situation.”

“Why Do You Always Look Unhappy?”

“Yup. I know I look funny right now. You can laugh at my appearance, but remember; you’re no better than me. You look like a rectangular potato cake. But the good news is, you are yellower, and you’ve still got eyes, nose, and mouth… although they are merely paintings on your face…” While Why Do You Always Look Unhappy (#O’) was trying her best to conceal the excitement in her tone. Zhang Heng could hear that she was in a very good mood, which meant that this wasn’t a prank. Something did happen to her.

“What is this place? Why aren’t you with your family during New Year’s Eve?” Zhang Heng asked.

“Because this is my hometown, and my family is here.”

Zhang Heng’s eyes widened. He was taken aback. “So, you’re actually a plastic block?”

“Who’s the plastic block here?! I meant to say that this place is exactly the same as my hometown. Err… except its all made out of Lego. Anyway, welcome to Guangzhou, the city of flowers! We are now at South Railway Station, and we’ll grab a cab to West Square. Come on, walk first, talk later.”

Why Do You Always Look Unhappy (#’O’) led the way. Together, they hailed a cab, which was also made out of Lego. Except for that, the system ran the exact same way as it did in the real world, whereby taking a cab from a different direction would mean getting dropped at a different area, and pa.s.sengers still had to line up board the vehicle.

Some Lego minifigures even jumped the queue when no one was paying attention-it was all uncannily similar to real life.

The taxis at the front of the row left one by one, and at the same time, a new batch of cabs took their places. An officer in charge let about a dozen people through, Zhang Heng included, and the pa.s.sengers freely boarded cabs that were still unoccupied.

Why Do You Always Look Unhappy (#O’). opened the door, sat in the front pa.s.senger seat, and said something in Cantonese.

The driver nodded and asked them to put their seatbelts on before pulling away.

“So, you’re Cantonese?” Zhang Heng asked.

“Yes.”

“Why are we going North?”

The driver craned his neck and asked, “North?”

“It’s none of your business. You just need to drive.”

Why Do You Always Look Unhappy (#’O’). rolled her eyes, then switched to English when she spoke to Zhang Heng. “It’s better not to talk about other places in front of them. Even though the place is almost exactly the same as the real Guangzhou, there are still minute differences. They don’t know that there are places outside.”

“But we just came from the train station.”

“Yes, but they only have a very vague idea about the outside.