Ling Shen's reply at the time was: "Did you really believe that slogan 'The school is my home'?"

Although that's what he said, Ling Shen didn't care much about such things and let Lu Jiayan make the arrangements.

The fruit here is changed every day, but Ling Shen basically hasn't touched it.

This plate of cherries was put out by Lu Jiayan this morning. He took a closer look at it then and vaguely remembered what it looked like.

This plate of cherries looks almost the same as before, but the portion is definitely smaller.

Ling Shen's lips curled into a smile, as if he understood what was going on.

He looked at Chitose, whose schoolbag was casually placed on the sofa. On the table in front of Chitose, there was an opened bag of potato chips.

The place was already quiet, and with Qian Sui and Ling Shen both silent, the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.

Qian Sui's senses were amplified, and she noticed Ling Shen's gaze.

Qian Sui glanced at Ling Shen, then picked up the bag of potato chips and asked, "Do you want some?"

Ling Shen hadn't eaten potato chips in years. The last time he ate such random snacks was when he was locked up in the old house.

Ling Shen didn't quite understand how delicious a potato sliced ​​into pieces, deep-fried, and coated with some random seasonings could be.

But faced with Qian Sui's enthusiasm, Ling Shen did not refuse.

"OK."

Ling Shen leaned forward, reached into the bag of potato chips, took out two chips, and took a bite.

After he finished eating, he looked at the plate of cherries and said, "I ate your potato chips, so you can have these cherries. It's only fair."

"real?"

Qian Sui's eyes lit up, but not wanting Ling Shen to think her reaction was too obvious, she still pretended to be reserved and said, "Then thank you."

Ling Shen smiled and said, "You're welcome."

No matter how Thousand Years Old's little thoughts were, they could not escape his eyes.

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