Chapter 66 Reading Comics
Xie Yue: “?”
The fourteen-year-old boy blushed, then remained silent for a long time. Finally, he spoke nervously:
"You want to hit me?"
That day, Wen Nianchu said that he would beat up himself four years from now, so when Xie Yue went to school the next day, he immediately asked the boy sitting at the same table this serious question.
How should boys and girls fight?
Only in this way can you defend effectively without hurting the opponent.
Xie Yue's deskmate was drinking water, and because of this problem, he almost spit out a mouthful of water. His face flushed and he coughed for a long time before he recovered.
Then, he looked at Xie Yue with a strange expression, secretly took out a comic magazine from his schoolbag and threw it to him:
"See for yourself."
Xie Yue lowered his head and flipped through the magazine, his brows gradually twisted into a knot.
This was completely different from the fight he had imagined with fists and feet flying everywhere. The people in the picture were neither punching nor kicking, but were entangled in a strange posture.
He looked at the title in confusion:
"From the head of the bed to the foot of the bed?"
The magazine is in black and white, with a rough style.
What puzzled Xie Yue the most was that the entire comic had almost no dialogue, only intermittent onomatopoeia and increasingly messy lines.
He subconsciously touched the tip of his ear which was burning, and suddenly felt that this magazine was more difficult to understand than the math problems in the Olympiad.
They fight…why are there weird onomatopeia?
His deskmate thought that Xie Yue had finally come to his senses. After seeing him seriously reading the title of a comic in an anime magazine, he quickly raised his eyebrows and finally decided to let the cold and aloof academic master go down a path of no return.
"How's it going?" My deskmate came over and smiled meaningfully, "Did you learn it?"
Xie Yue closed the magazine, his expression as serious as if he were discussing a physics problem: "This style of play...doesn't conform to the principles of mechanics."
He pointed to one page:
"For example, this position doesn't give you any strength at all."
My deskmate laughed so hard he slammed the table. "Xie Xueba, you don't understand this!" He leaned closer, winking, "The point isn't to exert force, it's to make the other person unable to exert force..."
Xie Yue was stunned.
This is indeed in line with his original intention, but why... I always feel something is wrong?
He lowered his head and flipped through a few more pages, and the overlapping black and white lines suddenly became glaring.
Thinking that Wen Nianchu might have to "fight" with his future self like this, a sudden pang of bitterness rose in his chest.
Xie Yue slammed the magazine shut, his voice a bit colder than usual:
"No more."
"Eh? Why are you suddenly..."
"I'll never be able to use this style of play," he said, standing up and stuffing the magazine back into his deskmate's hands.
Let’s not fight anymore.
Weird.
After coming to his senses, Xie Yue felt a little hot all over.
His cheeks, in particular, were burning excessively, causing him to unconsciously raise his hand to loosen the collar of his school uniform.
A bit strange.
"Why would I hit you?" Wen Nianchu tilted her head and looked at him, "I have to carefully monitor your behavior and make sure that the buds of our motherland don't grow crooked."
"......Um."
Xie Yue responded softly, his eyes falling to the ground.
It's just a pity...she likes him in the future.
Even though the person Wen Nianchu was talking about was him, for some reason, Xie Yue felt vaguely uncomfortable in his heart.
Wen Nianchu suddenly moved closer, so close that he could smell the faint fragrance on her body:
"Why do you look so unhappy?"
Xie Yue looked up suddenly, meeting her inquiring gaze. Fourteen-year-old boys were always ignorant of matters between men and women, and normally would even return love letters from girls unopened.
But at this moment, he felt inexplicably nervous.
"Are you not happy living with me?" Wen Nianchu narrowed his eyes and suddenly lowered his voice, "Could it be... that you are secretly in love at school? No wonder you feel so awkward when I kiss you."
"No."
Xie Yue subconsciously retorted, his voice a little higher than usual.
But as soon as he said this, he was stunned -
Originally, there really wasn't one, but now, he suddenly became unsure.
"That's more like it." Wen Nianchu snorted and poked his shoulder with her fingertips. "I'm warning you, I'm a germaphobe. You have to keep your first kiss and give it to me later."
Xie Yue only felt that the tips of his ears were burning, and even his neck was flushed.
He lowered his head and spoke in a voice so soft that it was almost inaudible:
"......good."
[Host, do you still remember your system mission by Daming Lake? ]
Task.
hiss.
Wen Nianchu glanced at the system task panel and said calmly:
"You don't have a time limit."
system:"......"
【Almost done! 】
Yes, sir
Now that Wen Nianchu had this small amount of money to make ends meet, she went to the supermarket and bought two cans of pineapple beer without saying a word.
Xie Yue frowned slightly, his eyes falling on the shopping bag in Wen Nianchu's hand. He habitually reached out to take it, but paused when he saw the can of pineapple beer. His voice was gentle but disapproving:
"You have a game tomorrow, you can't drink."
"It's not for me to drink, it's for you." Wen Nianchu spoke very bluntly.
Xie Yue: “?”
"I don't drink this."
"Is it my future self who likes to drink?"
Wen Nianchu saw that he had found an excuse, so he had to follow the topic and nodded: "Yes, yes, it's you who likes to drink."
Xie Yue's eyes darkened.
After following Wen Nianchu home, Wen Nianchu lay down directly on the sofa.
Xie Yue saw a pile of books on the bookshelf, which were related to the Internet.
He said obediently: "Can I take it and look at it?"
"Just read it." Wen Nianchu glanced at the bookshelf. Those were the books left by the landlord. The landlord was a migrant worker in the IT industry. However, Rongcheng's information technology industry was backward, so the landlord went to Beijing to develop. "Just don't wrinkle the books for others."
Speaking of books, Wen Nianchu suddenly thought of something else, so she asked:
"By the way, don't you have homework?"
Wen Nianchu held his chin and thought about when to let Xie Yue drink the beer. Otherwise, why not wait until he returned to the orphanage to get his schoolbag and finished his homework. It was nearby anyway.
If someone asks, just ask him to say that he is a distant relative.
Xie Yue: "It's done."
The homework at school was not difficult for Xie Yue at all, and it didn't take up much of his time.
"You don't have a procrastination problem." Wen Nianchu exclaimed with a smile, "But this does seem like something you should do."
So, Wen Nianchu directly opened the can of pineapple beer on the coffee table:
"Drink a little of this first."
Take this opportunity to complete the task first.
She took a paper cup, poured a little of the can of pineapple beer into the cup, and handed it to him.
Xie Yue took a sip and it tasted sweet, without any taste of alcohol at all.
"This is really cheap." Wen Nianchu said with a smile, "I don't have any money right now, so I can only buy something like this. When I have money, I will buy you something better."
After all, she is no longer the extravagant young lady of the Wen family.
I've gotten used to eating instant noodles and drinking pineapple beer with my teammates in the underground garage.
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