Chapter 144: Morbid Encounter
The collagen on the face can be broken by blowing bullets.
A beautiful smile, fair skin, clean and clear eyes... put together on a face, makes Chang Qingsen's heart throb.
"If you put a touch of rouge on this beautiful face, it will definitely be more charming than that naive kitten in the morning."
Chang Qingsen thought to himself, he felt like He fell in love and kept sneaking glimpses of Feng Yuhuai's face out of the corner of his eye while dining.
"Yu Huai, what do you want, I'll help you order." Xiaojuan's voice had a playful smile.
While Feng Yuhuai was talking to his roommates, he was also quietly paying attention to Chang Qingsen.
She caught Chang Qingsen’s slightly shy but eager gaze, and the smile on her face became sweeter.
"Thank you, senior, otherwise my roommate and I wouldn't be able to find an empty table. Really, every time we eat in the cafeteria, it's like a war." Feng Yuhuai whispered softly, her tone full of sincerity.
The throbbing in Chang Qingsen's heart became more intense. He put down his chopsticks, his eyes were hot but he said modestly: "It's a small matter, you're welcome."
While their roommates were waiting in line for food, the two chatted casually.
Perhaps it was love at first sight, and the love between the husband and the concubine ran in both directions, and their chat was extremely speculative.
During the relaxed and pleasant conversation, they inadvertently found out each other's personal information, and naturally exchanged phone numbers like friends.
When the roommate returned from cooking, the two of them tacitly paused their small talk and focused on the meal.
Chang Qingsen’s eating movements are meticulous, even more delicate than those of girls. When Feng Yuhuai and his roommate finished their meal and left softly, he was still savoring every bite of the meal and chewing it carefully.
A few minutes later, Chang Qingsen finally finished eating. He picked up his plate and prepared to leave.
At this moment, his eyes accidentally glanced and noticed a red rag doll lying diagonally on the seat that Feng Yuhuai had just left.
“Hey, did she drop it accidentally?”
Chang Qingsen picked up the rag doll that had only one eye and the other eye was off-line, giving it a weird appearance.
He stood at the edge of his seat, thinking for a while, then suddenly showed an excited smile and stuffed the doll into his coat pocket, his eyes flashing with longing for the beautiful moment to come.
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As time goes by, the afternoon passes quietly.
Feng Yuhuai sat quietly in her seat in the classroom, her head tilted slightly to the door from time to time, as if silently expecting something, with deep anxiety and irritability hidden in her eyes.
"Strange, Chang Qingsen obviously picked up the rag doll I left behind, and he obviously showed interest in me while eating, so why didn't he come to me with the excuse of returning the rag doll?"< br>
Feng Yuhuai frowned slightly, thinking over and over in his mind, trying to find out the crux of it.
If there was enough time, Feng Yuhuai could have made each encounter more natural and smooth, slowly penetrating into Chang Qingsen's heart, until he found the right moment to eat the other person's heart and soul together.
However, there is not much time left for Feng Yuhuai.
Feng Yuhuai lowered her head and looked at the time on her phone again. It was getting closer and closer to the end of school. She felt more and more anxious, so she ignored her reservation and hurriedly sent a text message to Chang Qingsen.
Feng Yuhuai: Senior, I seem to have accidentally left a red rag doll in the cafeteria. Did you see it?
The reply to the text message came almost immediately.
——Well, I did pick up a rag doll, and it turned out to be yours, my junior schoolmate.
——It seems to be a little frayed and unstitched. I plan to take it home and sew it carefully before returning it to you neatly tomorrow.
Feng Yuhuai browsed the first text message reply and smiled slightly in her heart. Everything was as she expected.
However, when the second text message popped up on the screen, Feng Yuhuai was stunned and panicked to death.
"What the hell?" She was so confused that her heart almost stopped in panic, "This idiot wants to sew up the puppet mother's clone?"
Feng Yuhuai's face turned as pale as a sheet of paper in an instant. The text messages he had received in the past few days were more outrageous than the last. Her heart was almost broken and she was roaring: "Chang Qingsen, if you want to die, don't take me with you!"
Don't look at Feng Yuhuai's daily routine of squeezing and rubbing the doll, and even She slept with it in her chest, but she never thought about using needle and thread to mend the doll.
This idea is so absurd that it is just like asking for death.
Feng Yuhuai was anxious. If Chang Qingsen really did that, would his puppet mother misunderstand it as a blasphemy, punish him and make him angry?
Feng Yuhuai's scalp was numb. She tapped the screen of her phone in panic and quickly sent a text message.
Feng Yuhuai: No need to trouble the senior, just return it to me directly.
Dingle bell——
The end of get out of class and school bell rings.
Feng Yuhuai ignored waiting for a reply and stood up suddenly, eager to rush out of the classroom.
However, the moment she was about to step out of the classroom door!
"Don't leave in a hurry. Teacher Guo Feng has something to tell you."
The head teacher's voice suddenly sounded, and he quickly walked into the classroom, followed by the martial arts teacher Guo Feng behind him. Immediately afterwards, the appearance of the two men instantly blocked the students from leaving school.
"Please be patient, I will only take up two minutes of your time." Teacher Guo Feng closed the classroom door and said to the students in the room in a calm and firm tone.
Feng Yuhuai suddenly looked like his dead father and sat back on the chair.
Guo Feng coughed slightly, attracting everyone's attention, and then said: "Recently, some disturbing incidents have occurred in our school. Therefore, the school believes that it is necessary to strengthen the students' practical capabilities to ensure everyone's safety ."
He paused and continued: "So, next month, the school plans to jointly hold a martial arts event with several other universities."
"This event has restrictions. Less but offers prizes The rewards will be very generous. In principle, participation is voluntary, but for our students in the key martial arts class, I hope that everyone can actively participate."
Guo Feng glanced around the classroom. , his tone became serious:
“Although you may face injury or even danger when participating, if you don’t even have the courage to face these challenges, then I suggest you consider withdrawing from the key martial arts classes as soon as possible.”
Feng Yuhuai was sitting on pins and needles. She secretly glanced at the three consecutive text message replies. Her scalp almost split, her face turned red and her throat seemed to be clogged with blood.
——The school girl is so polite.
——School girl, don’t worry, my sewing skills are quite exquisite, and I will definitely restore your doll’s eyes to be as flawless and symmetrical as ever.
——Looking forward to seeing you tomorrow!
Feng Yuhuai’s head was covered with black lines, and his eyes were staring blankly at Guo Feng who was talking endlessly on the podium.
The latter's words buzzed in her mind, making Feng Yuhuai feel even more uncomfortable as if she had eaten fly excrement.
Because, the reason why Guo Feng took up precious time after school, and the reason why the school suddenly held a martial arts competition, the root of all this was not actually due to the series of troubles caused by her pretending to be [Mask].
These troubles continued to ferment like a chain reaction, eventually forming a boomerang, and today I was caught off guard and hit my knee! !
Feng Yuhuai looked blankly at the playground and saw Chang Qingsen walking upright and striding away from the school gate.
Night falls.
After dinner, Chang Qingsen sat alone by the bed and slowly took out a sewing box from the drawer.
His fingertips are light and dexterous, gently picking up the tiny needle and thread, and skillfully passing the thread through the eye of the needle.
With a slight turn of his wrist, the needle slowly descended and was about to gently touch the skin of the red rag doll...
(End of this chapter)
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