Chapter 5451 What a joke?
"Brother and sister-in-law come in too."
After leaving this sentence, the young scholar walked into the room with a food box.
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The woodcutter and the woman looked at each other.
Then a decision was made.
They walked towards the study together.
Catch up with the young scholar's pace.
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The young scholar took out plates of food from the food box.
The two big bowls of white steamed buns are very eye-catching.
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The woodcutter and the woman watched the young scholar's movements.
I felt inexplicably nervous.
There are many mixed thoughts in my mind.
Are they really looking forward to seeing the black monster?
Didn’t the young scholars say before that they can’t see the black monster?
How will he let them see this time?
Do they believe in the existence of black monsters?
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After the young scholar set up the dishes, the house fell into silence.
No one spoke before.
But there is a sound of placing dishes.
Now there is no such sound.
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The woman looked at the young scholar without any trace.
Look at the woodcutter again.
She gently touched the woodcutter's arm.
Murmur, "What are we doing now?"
"Are you just waiting?"
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The woodcutter frowned.
He looked at the young scholar.
The young scholar sat behind the desk, looking at a book in his hand.
Looking at the look of concentrating on reading.
But he naturally understood his younger brother.
The woodcutter knew that the young scholar did not actually read the book.
The young scholars, like them, were anxiously waiting for the appearance of the black monster.
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"Wait."
The woodcutter whispered.
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Okay.
The woman nodded.
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The woodcutter gently grabbed the woman's arm.
The woman turned her head in confusion.
But he still obediently let the woodcutter pull her away.
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"Sit."
The woodcutter gently pressed the woman on the chair.
"I don't know how long I'll wait..."
"Don't stand."
"Tired."
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The woman smiled.
She pulled the woodcutter.
"You sit too."
"What if you see someone standing and it doesn't appear?"
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The woodcutter makes sense.
He didn't plan to sit down on the chair next to the woman.
He clenched his hands tightly.
Everyone who has experienced knows that sitting in an anxious mood is more uncomfortable than standing.
The woodcutter pursed his lips.
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“…hat hasn’t appeared yet?” The woman couldn’t help but whisper.
They have been waiting for a long time.
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The woodcutter took a deep breath.
He looked around.
No abnormalities were found.
He looked at the food on the desk again.
The food on the table was not reduced at all.
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What's going on?
The woodcutter looked at the young scholar.
"Brother..."
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The quiet room is even less sounding.
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The young scholar's body was stiff.
A few seconds later, he put down the book in his hand.
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Stop talking about the unknowing woodcutter and the woman...
The young scholar himself was also confused.
I also waited more and more uneasy and anxious.
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Not like this…
This is different from the past.
Usually, as long as he took out the food and placed it...
He was even distracted.
Looking at the food again, you can see the black figure burying his head and feasting.
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He didn't need to wait at all.
He doesn't need to find it.
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What happened this time?
The young scholar tried hard to suppress the uneasiness in his heart.
The black monster...
Why hasn't appeared yet? Could it be...
The scene at that time appeared in the mind of the young scholar.
He vented his willlessly, cursed and hysterical towards the black monster...
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He was furious at that time.
The conjecture of failure and being fooled and fooled completely made him lose his mind.
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He was born with a slightly cold background.
It seems that he can lower his posture and is willing to ask for help everywhere for his study.
But in fact, he is very energetic.
Extreme self-esteem.
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He hates being despised, fooled, and played with the most in his life...
Everyone doesn't like him.
He vowed to slap everyone in the face.
He felt a breath in his heart.
Result...
He failed as they expected.
He couldn't accept it.
Especially...
This failure...
He is not convinced!
If...
It wasn't the black monster that gave him unrealistic confidence...
Let him relax his demands on himself...
If there is no black monster...
Will he achieve better results?
When I think of this possibility, the young scholar's heart is like scratching his liver and lungs.
He was so uncomfortable that he was retching.
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He saw the culprit appearing...
How can you not go crazy?
He didn't rush up to fight the black monster because his own physical fitness was too poor.
All his strength was spent on his roar at the black monster.
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Will it....
The young scholar's heart skipped a beat.
The black monster is angry?
Because of his performance at that time...
So it won't appear in front of him? !
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The young scholar suddenly squeezed his hand tightly.
Impossible!
He subconsciously refuted his guess.
But the next second, he laughed at himself again: How could it be impossible?
If it were him, he would have been scolded like this...
He...
I must scold him...
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The young scholar was stunned.
He realized...
Those days he vented his emotions at the black monsters, and he was full of anger, unwillingness, madness...
He was like a madman.
Immerse yourself in your overflowing emotions.
So I never noticed that in the face of his fierce performance...
The black monster did not respond at all.
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Just just looked at him coldly.
It seems that I don't understand his performance...
It seems that I am contemptuous of him...
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The young scholar's nails were pinched into the back of his hand.
A slight pain spread.
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Ha.
The young scholar sneered.
The black monster must be guilty.
After all, it's not completely heartless.
Did he think he is too pitiful and embarrassed...
So he doesn't say anything, does nothing, and let him vent.
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Then...
I thought I had compensated him...
I no longer appeared in front of him? !
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The young scholar lowered his head.
The shadow of the hair blocked the young scholar's expression.
"...What a joke..."
The young scholar murmured.
No one except him heard clearly what he said.
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Without waiting for others to ask, the young scholar suddenly raised his head.
There was a bit crazy between the eyebrows and eyes. "What a joke!?" The young scholar shouted.
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The woodcutter and the woman were frightened and jumped up from the chair.
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"Brother!?"
The woodcutter and the woman ran to the side of the young scholar.
"What's wrong?"
"What happened?!"
They were so scared by the young scholar's sudden throat that their hearts were still beating.
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The young scholar stared at him.
It seems like you are competing with someone.
Fingers were stirred together tightly.
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"Brother?"
The woodcutter gently patted the young scholar on the shoulder.
"Don't be excited."
"Is it a black monster?"