Chapter 62: The Little Writer of the End of the World (Yuhui) 09: Protecting Food
Song Qingqing was staring at Lin Kai in a daze. Zhao Zemu's sudden question made her stunned for a moment. She turned her head and met Zhao Zemu's dark and sharp eyes.
She blinked, pondering Zhao Zemu's question for a moment. Then, she pointed at the quiver on Lin Kai's waist. She leaned closer to the much taller man and whispered in his ear, "Senior Lin is a student in Professor Ye's group. He helped us decipher the information on the piece of paper, and he also promised to teach me archery."
As she spoke, Song Qingqing quietly took out the piece of paper from her pocket and gave it to Zhao Zemu, looking at him proudly.
Zhao Zemu lowered his eyes and looked at Song Qingqing. The girl in front of him was looking up at him. Her clear almond eyes looked smart and cunning, and her chin was slightly raised. She looked very proud, as if she was asking for credit from him and waiting for him to praise her.
The inexplicable irritation that had been building up in Song Qingqing as she kept staring at Lin Kai was completely dispelled. Zhao Zemu took the piece of paper and glanced at the circled information on it. He rubbed the top of Song Qingqing's head with his broad, warm palm. "Well done."
The energetic Tang Mingpo had already distributed food to the classmates. He walked up to Song Qingqing and squatted down, with his elbows casually resting on his knees. When he smiled at her, his face was as bright as the sun and he looked very youthful. He also reminded Song Qingqing and pointed at the small honey cake she was holding in her hand.
"Remember to finish this tomorrow, it's almost expired."
Tang Mingpo looked reluctant when he looked away, and it seemed that he was really reluctant to part with the sweets that he had treasured for a long time.
Song Qingqing nodded obediently, and when she pursed her lips and smiled slightly, shallow dimples appeared on both sides of her fair cheeks, making her look very endearing.
"Thank you, Senior Tang."
While the two were talking and interacting, Zhao Zemu, half of his body hidden in the shadows, sat aside with an expressionless face. He did not interrupt them, but just looked indifferently at the boy in front of him who looked very sunny and cheerful and was courting the girl.
He didn't show it on his face, but the irritability that had just been barely suppressed in his heart came back again, and even tended to get worse. Zhao Zemu rarely felt so out of control of his emotions.
Tang Mingpo naturally noticed the subtle displeasure on Zhao Zemu's face. After all, it was a male's instinct. However, he didn't care at all. Instead, he smiled more sincerely and harmlessly with his eyebrows curved, trying to make Song Qingqing laugh.
It was not until Tang Mingpo walked away that Zhao Zemu suddenly stood up. Song Qingqing looked up at him blankly, but was suddenly picked up by his strong arms.
Song Qingqing was startled by being suddenly carried so high. She suppressed the cry of surprise that came out of her mouth subconsciously, quickly stretched out her hands and nervously hugged Zhao Zemu's neck, leaning close to his ear and asking anxiously, "What...what happened?"
His rationality had been almost completely eaten away by the inexplicable unhappiness, but Zhao Zemu didn't show it at all. He carried Song Qingqing and walked straight to a small meeting room that his combat team had cleared out.
The noise was quite loud, and many students in the distance raised their tired faces and looked towards the source of the sound. They only saw a doll-like girl being picked up by a tall and long-legged man and leaving the reading room.
Lin Kai, who noticed the movement in the corner, suddenly stopped wiping the recurve bow and cast a gentle and distant gaze on the girl. She was covering her mouth and whispering something in the man's ear. This action seemed particularly intimate, more like the whispering between lovers.
He withdrew his gaze and continued with the work at hand, but his confused thoughts were not on the bow and arrow.
Before, Lin Kai heard Zhao Zemu say that he was asked by a friend to rescue his friend's sister. The Zhao family and the Song family have always been on good terms. In the final analysis, he can be considered her brother.
But...what kind of brother would pick up his childhood sweetheart and walk into a separate closed area in front of everyone.
This action does not seem like a brother's protection of his sister, but more like an action to show off something.
Lin Kai frowned slightly, and the expression on his handsome face was not very good.
This is more like what male animals do in nature.
Song Qingqing was taken to the small conference room and sat obediently and quietly on the stool, with her hands placed on her legs. She didn't know why Zhao Zemu brought her here. He didn't say a word along the way, but she vaguely sensed that he didn't seem to be in a very good mood.
Song Qingqing couldn't help but nervously pinch the small cake that she had just subconsciously hidden in her coat pocket. A slight rustling sound was made when her fingers pulled through the packaging bag.
Zhao Zemu, who was wondering what was going on, felt his temples throbbing when he heard the sound. He reached out his hand to the girl.
"Give me."
Song Qingqing looked at him blankly.
Zhao Zemu had a blank expression on his face, and two words uttered from his thin lips: "Cake."
Song Qingqing: “?”
She reacted very quickly and covered her coat pocket with her hands, looked at Zhao Zemu warily, and then shook her head without hesitation, "No, this is my breakfast tomorrow."
How could this be possible? He brought her to the small room to force her to hand over the food. Song Qingqing had completely forgotten about the bottle of hot milk that Zhao Zemu gave her.
The little fox also guarded its food.
Zhao Zemu almost laughed out of anger at the wary and contemptuous look Song Qingqing gave him.
"Give me."
Zhao Zemu repeated it again patiently.
He looked as if he was determined to snatch her food away, and Song Qingqing pursed her lips.
Zhao Zemu watched the mist covering the girl's moist eyes, which made her look so pitiful. He also heard her say aggrievedly, "I get hungry easily, so I can't give it to you. If you're hungry, you can..."
She thought about it for a long time but couldn't think of a solution. She couldn't let Zhao Zemu go and snatch the money back from Lin Kai and Tang Mingpo.
Is the little cake that the little boy gave her so precious?
Zhao Zemu lowered his eyes, hiding the anger that was about to drive him crazy.
The hot palms covered the girl's fair and soft hands. Song Qingqing was holding her pockets tightly with her hands, and she shook her head with tears in her eyes.
But for Zhao Zemu, who has been training for many years, the girl's strength in protecting her food can be completely ignored.
Suddenly, he felt a slight biting sensation on the back of his hand. Zhao Zemu was stunned for a moment and saw Song Qingqing's snow-white teeth biting his palm.
Because she had something in her mouth, her words were a little slurred, and she said without much momentum: "If I starve to death and turn into a zombie, the first person I'll bite will be you!"
Just now she was looking so pitiful with tears in her eyes, but now she looked like a rabbit with its fur standing on end, biting her hand.
Although she was biting, she was afraid of hurting the person, so she didn't use much force. Moreover, even if she used force, Zhao Zemu felt that she might not even be able to break her own skin.
Zhao Zemu was amused. He pinched the girl's cheek with one hand and effortlessly pinched her wrists with the other hand and pulled them above her head, not forgetting to make her blush. "That's good. If I turned into a zombie, I would lock you up and bite you every day."
Song Qingqing's cheeks instantly turned red at his casual tone.
This rascal has no manner of speaking!
Song Qingqing was now like a fish being pulled out of the water. She gritted her teeth, wrapped her legs around Zhao Zemu's strong and thin waist, and tried to flip him over.
Zhao Zemu patiently commented, "Your strength is too weak to lift me."
Song Qingqing was almost irritated by Zhao Zemu's stubborn and unruly appearance. Her fair cheeks turned pink and she didn't notice that she was walking into a trap.
Zhao Zemu supported the girl's body to prevent her from slipping, took out the honey cake from her pocket and threw it directly into the space. There was an undisguised look of disgust in his eyes, and he even threw it in the corner of the space.
Then, he sat down leisurely holding Song Qingqing in his arms. The girl lay on him and bit him like a disobedient kitten running around.
Zhao Zemu gasped when his Adam's apple was unexpectedly licked and bitten. He restrained the throbbing Song Qingqing, his dark eyes dark and bottomless. He pressed the tip of his thumb on her disobedient lips, his voice hoarse and dangerous, "Where are you biting, little one?"
Song Qingqing snorted softly. She no longer had the strength to struggle. She simply lay down in Zhao Zemu's arms and said confidently, "I have no strength left. I'm going to starve to death here soon."
Zhao Zemu looked at the cunning and rogue girl in his arms, suddenly chuckled, raised his hand and placed a large pile of food on the table in front of him.
"Look at what's in front of you?"
Song Qingqing was so angry that she didn't say anything or answer. She pursed her lips and looked over, but was stunned.
There was a pile of food in front of her, with all kinds of food. It could be said to be the equivalent of Chinese New Year in the doomsday.
Zhao Zemu picked up a box of meatball lunch at random and opened it. The supernatural power in his palm was slightly activated, and the food emitted white steam. The tempting aroma of meat soon filled Song Qingqing's nose, whetting her appetite.
Zhao Zemu said calmly, "Are you not angry anymore? If you had followed those two little boys, you would have starved to death long ago."
As he spoke, Zhao Zemu took out a fork from somewhere, put a meatball on it and handed it to Song Qingqing's lips.
He fed the food slowly and methodically. Song Qingqing sat on his lap and opened her mouth to chew and swallow the food. Her cheeks were puffed up, like a little squirrel being fed.
Zhao Zemu was surprised to find that he actually quite enjoyed the feeling of feeding the girl. His eyes dimmed slightly, remembering how he had just lifted her legs up when they were wrapped around his waist. It felt almost weightless, so light and airy. He thought calmly, "I should feed her more, so she'll grow some weight."
The lunch box was soon empty, so Zhao Zemu picked up a bottle of yogurt and gave it to her.
Song Qingqing sucked the yogurt with her cheeks bulging, looking very quiet and well-behaved, completely different from the way she had been biting herself just now, and it made people feel soft-hearted just looking at her.
Zhao Zemu, however, had evil intentions. When she was drowsy after eating and drinking, he suddenly whispered in her ear, "Aren't you curious where all this food comes from?"
Song Qingqing, who was feeling a little sleepy because she had just eaten, shuddered and woke up instantly.
There were so many foods, and Zhao Zemu didn't bring a backpack with him, which only meant that he had spatial abilities. And he brought himself into the small room, which meant that he didn't want to expose his spatial abilities, but he didn't hide them at all, and it could even be said that he exposed them in front of himself without any scruples.
Song Qingqing froze.
Could it be that what Zhao Zemu gave him was his last meal before execution?
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