Chapter 153 Omniscience × Precognition
Zhou Mian felt that Tong Ming had been a little too clingy lately.
It’s not that Tong Ming was not clingy before, but this kind of “clinging” is not the same as that kind of “clinging”, it’s a clinging in the physical sense.
Tong Ming's eyes would stick to Zhou Mian's clothes and pockets, monitoring his every move day and night. Occasionally, they would even stick to his pen, staring at him intently while he was writing a report. Sometimes Zhou Mian would wake up in the morning to find himself lying in a pile of eyes, with all his skin tightly attached to his eyeballs.
Zhou Mian was very frustrated at Tong Ming's "clinginess" at first, but after a long time, he gradually got used to it.
However, Zhou Mian was not used to Tong Ming's current "clinginess".
Tong Ming would kiss the scars on his body and ask about the origins of these scars. Zhou Mian didn't understand. Tong Ming knew his past very well, so why did he keep asking such questions?
The coin-sized burns on his legs were caused by sparks that caught his trouser legs when he was cooking on the stove as a child; the long scars on his back were caused by the village kids who were jealous of his good looks and pushed him down a ravine while calling him a "dirty, motherless child" and accidentally scratched him; the scars on his ankles were caused by being bitten by a wild dog and not receiving timely treatment, which caused repeated ulceration.
"Zhou Mian, why are you always being bullied?" Tong Ming sighed in Zhou Mian's ear: "Anyone can bully you a few times, you are just a little punching bag."
Zhou Mian clutched the bed sheet tightly, tears trembling in his eyes. He couldn't tell what this sudden emotion was, and could only speak tremblingly: "Don't, don't kiss me."
"No," Tong Ming maliciously rejected his request and declared, "From now on, only I can bully you, understand?"
Zhou Mian could accept Tong Ming treating him like an object, but he really couldn't accept and adapt to Tong Ming's changes.
It was clearly just a cold business relationship, so why did Tong Ming care about the origin of his scar, interfere in his life, and take care of his food, clothing, housing and transportation?
Zhou Mian didn't understand and instinctively resisted thinking about the reasons.
Let Tong Ming love whatever he wants.
What made Zhou Mian happy was that there was progress in finding a liver source. Tong Ming quickly arranged time and took Zhou Mian to meet the liver donor.
Tong Ming spent a huge sum of money and also fulfilled one of the donor's wishes. For Guiguai, this transaction was undoubtedly a disadvantage. It seemed that he only needed to fulfill Zhou Mian's wish, but in fact there were many uncertainties.
This type of surgery is not only risky, but the rejection reaction in the later stages is also unpredictable. Tong Ming also needs to find another person with special abilities who is good at surgery to be the surgeon in order to increase the success rate.
"This isn't a supernatural power, is it?" After leaving the examination room, Tong Ming confirmed with Zhou Mian anxiously, "It doesn't involve any healing abilities. It's just a small ability that increases the chances of success."
Zhou Mian thought about it and said, "Not really."
Although there was suspicion of exploiting a loophole, Zhou Mian also did not want to waste precious liver resources, nor could he bear to let his grandmother suffer more.
Tong Ming: "Is it settled then?"
Zhou Mian hummed softly, and the gloomy mood he had been in for days finally dissipated a little.
Tong Ming bought Zhou Mian an ice cream at the hospital entrance. Including the last time, this was the second time. Zhou Mian took the ice cream and stared at it blankly, a little dazed.
When he was a child, he loved eating popsicles. Later, when he found out that he was almost sold by his relatives, Zhou Mian learned to control his desire for snacks and never pestered his grandmother to buy them again.
When he was young, he felt disappointed countless times when he saw other children eating popsicles and running past him showing off.
He is a child who is not loved by anyone and has no capital to act like a spoiled child or a spoiled child.
Zhou Mian couldn't help but wonder how much Tong Ming had seen. Was it a coincidence or intentional that he bought ice cream for himself?
After seeing Tong Ming buy another big watermelon on the roadside, Zhou Mian began to doubt again.
When he passed by a melon stall a few days ago, his eyes lingered on the melon stall for a few seconds. There was no reason for Tong Ming to suddenly buy a melon. Did he see that he wanted to eat it?
Thinking of this, Zhou Mian felt that he was being a little self-indulgent. Tong Ming probably didn't have the time to pay attention to him all the time.
In the evening, Zhou Mian started writing his unfinished field report again. Not long after he started writing, Tong Ming started hanging around him with half a melon in his hand, which disturbed Zhou Mian and made him unable to continue writing.
"Zhou Mian put down his pen helplessly and coughed lightly: "If you have something to say, just say it." If you have any melons, put them out quickly.
"Xiao Zhou, are you writing a report?" Tong Ming looked over at the report he had written a few words on, and naturally handed the melon to him: "Stop writing, come and eat some melon."
Zhou Mian reached out to take it, but was unexpectedly dodged by Tong Ming.
Tong Ming's true intentions were revealed, and he immediately revealed his true face: "Sit on my lap and eat."
""
Zhou Mian agreed after only one second of thinking. After all, Zhou Mian had experienced things that were beyond his control, and his bottom line had been lowered again and again. Zhou Mian was already accustomed to this level of intimate behavior.
"Other humans say that the first spoonful of melon core you scoop out is the most delicious. Try it."
Tong Ming looked at Zhou Mian holding the melon, scooped a spoonful of the juicy melon core, put it into his mouth, and his cheeks immediately became puffy.
"Is it delicious?" Tong Ming put his arms around Zhou Mian's waist, his eyes slightly dim.
"Delicious." Zhou Mian had never eaten such a crisp and sweet melon. It was incredible that such a gratitude melon appeared in an ordinary melon stall. Zhou Mian thought for a moment, scooped a spoonful of melon, and handed it to Tong Ming: "Try it too."
Tong Ming couldn't help but say something mean: "Oh, now you don't say I'm disgusting anymore?"
"Forget it." Zhou Mian took back the spoon awkwardly.
Tong Ming was quick to grab Zhou Mian's wrist and ate the melon Zhou Mian fed him. He pretended to be surprised: "It's not sweet at all. I spent so much time choosing it. Alas, even the omniscient one can make mistakes sometimes."
Isn't this sweet? Zhou Mian opened his eyes wide and began to doubt his taste buds. He dug a spoonful and tasted it again, doubt in his eyes: "It is sweet."
Tong Ming said in a mean way: "No kiss is sweeter than yours."
Zhou Mian: ""
Zhou Mian was so embarrassed that he got goose bumps all over his body. He took a deep breath and asked, "How did you know I wanted to eat melon?"
Tong Ming was surprised again: "Do you want to eat melon? I just bought it casually. If you like it, that's great. I'll give it all to you."
With his poor acting and heartless lines, Zhou Mian really believed Tong Ming's lies.
Zhou Mian had no doubt that after he ate half of the melon, Tong Ming's next move would be to yell "If you eat my melon, I will eat you", and then drag him to the bed and start to taste it wantonly.
Zhou Mian was already very familiar with Tong Ming's routine. Even without using precognition, he could guess the general idea. Sure enough, he had just eaten half of the watermelon when Tong Ming's hands began to become restless. He still asked politely, "Xiao Zhou, you ate the watermelon. Tell me, what should I eat for dinner?"
really
Zhou Mian said without any desire to survive: "There are some leftovers in the refrigerator, you can eat that."
Tong Ming was immediately furious when he heard this: "Okay! You ate my melon and you still want me to eat the leftovers? I'm going to punish you!"
After saying that, he began to tear Zhou Mian's clothes fiercely. His strong movements showed that he was determined to punish Zhou Mian.
Zhou Mian had to hold the melon with one hand to stop Tong Ming's messy hands: "No, I haven't finished writing the report yet."
"What's so good about writing such a crappy report!" Tong Ming had long complained about the Heresy Monitoring Bureau's requirement for handwritten reports. "What era is this? They still ask employees to handwrite reports. When you hand it in, they won't even glance at it. It's all just awful formalism. What's the point of writing it?"
Zhou Mian was so upset by Tong Ming that he couldn't even hold the watermelon steady. He struggled and insisted, "It has to be written and handed in tomorrow."
Tong Ming suddenly calmed down: "You must write it, right?"
"Um"
Tong Ming smiled slightly: "Then you write it."
Zhou Mian's hands were shaking badly, and the tip of the pen left intermittent ink dots on the paper, which could not form a single word. The sweat in his palms also made the pen keep sliding down. Zhou Mian finally put down the pen, supported himself on the table, gave up all his previous thoughts, and said in a trembling voice: "No, I won't write anymore. I won't write anymore."
Tong Ming asked him in a fake tone, "Are you really not going to write anymore? You haven't finished it yet."
"Woo"
So Zhou Mian was swept up by the wave of eyeballs and pushed all the way into the monster's lair, and he no longer remembered whether to report or not.
When Zhou Mian woke up the next day, he remembered the report and the half watermelon he had not finished eating. He went to the study and found that the half watermelon had disappeared mysteriously. His report had also been written by an unknown kind-hearted ghost. The handwriting and writing style were so realistic that even Zhou Mian almost thought he had written it in his sleep last night.
"Did you write this for me?" Zhou Mian glanced at Tong Ming secretly.
Tong Ming said seriously, "No, it was written for you by my fourth brother's third sister's second brother's eldest sister's sixth brother."
"Zhou Mian coughed lightly, with a hint of laughter in his eyes: "You are quite humorous when you are humorous."
"Where's my melon?" Zhou Mian was still thinking about the half melon he hadn't finished eating.
Tong Ming helped him put the report into his bag and pushed him to have breakfast: "The overnight melon has bacteria, so I ate it."
Zhou Mian was curious: "How do you eat it?"
Tong Ming then remembered that there was half an overnight melon in the refrigerator, so Tong Ming took out the remaining half of the melon and demonstrated to Zhou Mian a strange way of eating melon.
I saw the mountain-like eyes arranged to form a huge mouth. The melon was thrown into the "mouth" and the remaining half of the melon was easily eaten.
Zhou Mian: “Uh”
Did you eat it with the skin?
Eyes surged towards him strangely. Zhou Mian couldn't help but look through them, but he didn't see any debris. There were neither teeth nor digestive organs on the eyes. How did they eat?
So weird.
The outstretched hand was suddenly sucked into the "mouth" formed by eyes. When Zhou Mian pulled his hand out with great effort, he found inexplicably a five-hundred-yuan red bill in his hand.
"Why give me five hundred dollars?"
"Today's pocket money." The eye monster said, "Other children get five yuan a day, but our Xiao Zhou gets a hundred times more than them."
Zhou Mian was in a daze, holding his pocket money and the report written by Tong Ming, and was sent out the door like a little kid.
Ever since Tong Ming's attitude suddenly changed, Zhou Mian became increasingly unable to cope.
Zhou Mian felt that this situation was very dangerous. Tong Ming knew his weaknesses too well. Perhaps, as a bystander, Tong Ming, with his omniscient perspective, could even understand Zhou Mian better than Zhou Mian himself.
Therefore, whenever Tong Ming caught hold of Zhou Mian's weaknesses and treated him a little bit better, Zhou Mian's heart would uncontrollably begin to soften.
This was a dangerous signal, because Zhou Mian knew that such kindness was only temporary. Tong Ming gave him warmth, perhaps just out of a trace of pity or some trick to play with his feelings. Tong Ming gave when he wanted to and took it back when he wanted to.
Once Zhou Mian gets used to the warmth he has never experienced before, and suddenly loses it, he will definitely fall into a more miserable situation than before.
All this was too dangerous. Zhou Mian tried to refuse any care beyond the transaction, but Tong Ming always found various reasons to resolve his refusal.
Zhou Mian was unable to figure out the exact relationship between him and Tong Ming, but the contract was still there. He couldn't get rid of Tong Ming, so he could only let the situation continue to develop.
As the disputes between the monsters intensified, monsters such as [Natural Disaster], [Time], and [Seven Evils] also appeared one after another. As a member of Cen Xun's camp, Tong Ming had to participate in these disputes.
Despite repeatedly reminding himself that Tong Ming's life or death had nothing to do with him, Zhou Mian still made a prediction for Tong Ming in the end. After discovering that Tong Ming would be chosen as the first target of revenge by [Time] because of his foul mouth, he fell into silence.
This way of dying is indeed consistent with the omniscient character.
In consideration of the care he had shown Tong Ming, Zhou Mian reminded him that it would be best not to speak on the day of the showdown with Time.
Of course Tong Ming couldn't shut his dirty mouth, and then, as expected, an accident happened.
When Zhou Mian received the message from Cen Xun, he felt helpless.
After hurriedly leaving get off work, Zhou Mian received an eyeball from Cen Xun that rolled its eyes at him. He looked at Cen Xun's desk and didn't find any more eyeballs on it. He couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Is this the only one left?"
Cen Xun glanced at the eyeball bouncing in Zhou Mian's palm and said calmly, "He has been reversed by time to the state of his birth. He will slowly grow back in the future."
"Zhou Mian and Tong Ming stared at each other.
The good news is that Tong Ming only has one eye left and can no longer do anything to Zhou Mian.
The good news is that Tong Ming only has one eye left, so Zhou Mian can do whatever he wants to him.
After leaving Cen Xun's office, Zhou Mian couldn't help but say to the eyeball in his hand: "I told you not to talk nonsense in front of [Time], why didn't you listen?"
The eyes are shifting due to guilt.
"Are you happy now that you've become like this?"
His eyes moved away guiltily.
Zhou Mian sighed and stopped talking about Tong Ming. If Tong Ming wasn't so mean, he wouldn't be omniscient. Zhou Mian had a premonition about this a long time ago, and now it was just a premonition coming true.
Tong Ming turned back into an eyeball and could no longer interfere in Zhou Mian's life. Zhou Mian was used to taking care of himself, so he did not feel uncomfortable.
But this time, Zhou Mian didn't dare to just take a few bites while eating, because there was always an eye watching him. If he dared to be perfunctory, he would be greeted with a glare in the next second.
Zhou Mian felt that it would be fine if Tong Ming stayed in this state. Ignoring the shape of its eyeballs, the way it jumped around in his palm was kind of cute.
In order to prevent the eyeball from being lost, Zhou Mian specially bought a new mobile phone chain. The other end of the chain is connected to a small woolen bag of different styles, which can be used to put the eyeball in.
Zhou Mian pointed to a small frog-shaped bag and said, "How about buying this?"
The eyeball glared at the frog.
Zhou Mian pointed at another one shaped like a cow and cat: "What about this one?"
His eyes rolled violently.
Zhou Mian nodded: "Then buy this."
Zhou Mian chose a small pink pig-shaped bag and placed an order directly.
Eyeball: ""
Taking advantage of the fact that his eyeballs couldn't speak, Zhou Mian harbored some evil intentions and deliberately teased Tong Ming a few times, making Tong Ming so angry that his eyeballs bounced around in front of Zhou Mian, silently condemning his behavior.
Zhou Mian picked up Tong Ming's camera and took a picture of Tong Ming's angry eyes.
The camera was brought over by Cen Xun, who said he wanted to see how Lao Liu was doing, but in fact he just wanted to see how lively Tong Ming was.
Zhou Mian exported today's photos and sent them to Cen Xun, and immediately received a red envelope transfer of 6666.
Zhou Mian couldn't help but envy and said, "Tong Ming, your brother really cares about you. He's so busy with the affairs of Nightmare University, but he accepted your photo right away."
His eyes rolled back in anger and he fell on the table.
Is that caring?! Is that caring?!
My evil fourth brother just likes to see me in trouble!
Do you want this blessing if it’s given to you?
Zhou Mian immediately took a picture of the table with his phone and sent it to Cen Xun again, captioning it with a frank caption: "Knowing that you care about him so much, Tong Ming is so happy that he's dizzy."
Eyeball: “.”
The date of Zhou Mian's grandmother's surgery arrived as scheduled. Zhou Mian took a special leave that day and sat outside the operating room, anxiously waiting for his grandmother to come out.
Two eyeballs popped out of his pocket and jumped into the palm of his hand to rub against it as a sign of comfort. Zhou Mian covered the eyeballs and pursed his lips slightly.
At this moment, the uncle who had been missing suddenly came and caught Zhou Mian at the door of the operating room and started asking for money.
"Xiaomian, can you lend me 30,000 yuan? I really need it urgently this time!" The man's face was full of anxiety, and he held Zhou Mian tightly and refused to let go.
Zhou Mian didn't expect that he would actually run to the door of the operating room to ask for money. He frowned and didn't want to argue with this man here. Just as he was about to speak, he felt the eyeballs in his pocket begin to move.
Zhou Mian subconsciously pressed the eyeball, fearing that it would suddenly pop out and scare passers-by.
"Xiao Mian, just lend me thirty thousand. I'll definitely pay you back!" The man was sweating profusely, staring at Zhou Mian as if he were staring at a piece of meat. Zhou Mian saw more and more strange looks coming his way, lowered his eyes slightly, and said softly, "You want money, right? Okay, I'll give you the card now."
The man's eyes lit up instantly and he looked at him in surprise.
Zhou Mian took out an eyeball from his pocket, cupped his fingers around it, and held it in front of the man.
The man looked down and his smile suddenly froze.
He saw an eyeball turn around and stare at him coldly, with a murderous intent in its eyes.
The man screamed in fear and fell to the ground, rolling and crawling away from Zhou Mian. He pointed his finger in Zhou Mian's direction and shouted sharply, "Monster! There's a monster!"
The security guard arrived quickly and dragged the man away, half persuading and half pulling him away. The surroundings became quiet, and Zhou Mian sat down again and continued to wait.
The eyeball in his hand curved its eyes at him, seemingly very satisfied with his actions.
Zhou Mian lowered his voice and said to him, "I've actually wanted to do this for a long time."
"He's really annoying." Zhou Mian closed his eyes: "But I can't really do anything to him. He's my grandmother's last son. If anything happens to him, my grandmother will be sad too."
The look in her eyes turned to dissatisfaction, but soon softened, and she rubbed his palm as a way of comforting him.
Grandma's operation was successful. Zhou Mian stayed with her all night. The next day, Zhou Mian received a message from an unfamiliar number.
"Xiaomian, I have a letter your mother left for you. Do you want it? If you do, send me some money, or I'll burn it."
A letter from his mother? Zhou Mian's brows jumped. He knew that his mother had left him at his grandmother's door, but in all these years, his grandmother had never mentioned the existence of this letter.
Why did my uncle suddenly mention the existence of the letter?
Zhou Mian couldn't help but ask: "Since there was a letter, why didn't you tell me earlier? And grandma didn't mention it either. You made it up, right?"
The stranger number: "Haha, to tell you the truth, I was the first one to find you when you were left at my mom's door. In your stroller, there was not only a letter but also some money. I took both the money and the letter, so my mom didn't know about it."
Looking at this message, Zhou Mian's pupils trembled slightly.
It turned out that when he was abandoned by his mother, his mother left him some child support, but it was embezzled by his uncle!
There is another letter.
What would my mother say in the letter?
Would she say that she left him because of some unavoidable hardship? Would she say that she actually loved him too?
Zhou Mian's heartbeat quickened, and he froze for a long time before typing: "How much do you want?"
The other party sent a message very quickly, asking for a huge sum of 500,000 yuan before he was willing to give him the letter.
He was so angry that his eyes banged on the phone screen, and he typed a curse for Zhou Mian: "Go eat shit, I'll give you 100 yuan for each time you eat it, and I'll give you 500,000 yuan if you lick the shit pit clean!"
Zhou Mian protected his eyes in time to prevent it from blinding him. He was stunned for a moment before whispering to Tong Ming, "I want that letter."
Tong Ming continued typing with his eyes: "He is being pursued by loan sharks now. If he can't get the money, he will inevitably do something desperate. It's not safe for you to go alone. Wait until I recover and then we can go together."
Zhou Mian: “But”
She glared at him and continued typing: "Your body and soul belong to me now!"
Tong Ming had such good intentions, what else could Zhou Mian say but to accept it obediently.
However, plans cannot keep up with changes. While Tong Ming was returning to the nightmare world, Zhou Mian was blocked in an alley by a group of debt collectors on his way home.
All of Zhou Mian's special abilities are focused on foresight. Although he had practiced fighting during his training at the Heretic Monitoring Bureau, Zhou Mian's weak body meant that he was not at an advantage in fighting.
While Zhou Mian was stalling for time, he was thinking about how to escape.
In order to prevent Tong Ming from being hurt by the feathers, Zhou Mian rarely carries feathers with him, otherwise he would not be threatened by several debt collectors.
Soon, the patience of these debt collectors ran out. One of them came over and kicked Zhou Mian. Zhou Mian staggered back a few steps, but did not fall to the ground. Instead, he fell into someone's arms.
Tong Ming helped Zhou Mian to stand firmly, staring at the five people opposite with an extremely ugly expression. Before Zhou Mian could say anything, Tong Ming rushed towards the man who kicked Zhou Mian, raised his leg and kicked the man in the abdomen. The man didn't even have time to scream, and flew backwards and hit the wall heavily.
Everyone else was stunned and looked at Tong Ming in astonishment, only to see that this strange man was like an enraged beast. The next second, he disintegrated into a tide of eyeballs, screaming and rushing towards them. Countless eyeballs instantly drowned out the screams.
Zhou Mian covered his abdomen, not knowing how to calm Tong Ming's anger.
"Tong Ming, Tong Ming, let's go home." Zhou Mian bent his waist, a little cold sweat appeared on his forehead: "I'm in pain"
As soon as he finished speaking, the monster that roared and tore human eyes apart dropped its prey and rushed towards him.
Zhou Mian felt himself being gently wrapped by the eyeballs, and when the eyeballs dispersed again, he had returned to Tong Ming's nest in Nightmare University.
Tong Ming urgently called for help in the middle of the night and got Chen Yaoshan up to see Zhou Mian's injuries.
Chen Yaoshan saw the bruises on Zhou Mian's abdomen and prescribed an ointment for him with mixed feelings. Before he could express his feelings, he was locked outside by Tong Ming.
Chen Yaoshan: ""
Tong Ming lifted up Zhou Mian's clothes, his tone full of murderous intent: "I should have killed your uncle a long time ago."
Zhou Mian wanted to say something, but Tong Ming stuffed the corner of his clothes into his mouth and said unhappily, "Bite it."
Zhou Mian had no choice but to bite the corner of his clothes and let Tong Ming apply ointment on him.
Chen Yaoshan's ointment was very effective, and soon, the pain and bruises disappeared.
Zhou Mian looked at Tong Ming's frown and listened to his cursing words, and suddenly a different feeling arose in his heart.
Although Tong Ming is mean, hypocritical, bad, vulgar, and despicable, he is actually quite nice when he cares about people.
Zhou Mian couldn't find words to describe that feeling.
He listened blankly to Tong Ming scolding his uncle for a while, then slowly reached out and held down Tong Ming's hand that was repeatedly applying ointment on his waist.
Tong Ming was still unhappy: "Why?"
Zhou Mian spit out the corner of the clothes in his mouth and said, "It's healed now."
Tong Ming glared at him and said murderously, "I'm going to kill your uncle tomorrow. Who agrees and who disagrees?"
"I object." Seeing Tong Ming about to get angry again, Zhou Mian immediately said gently, "My grandma just had surgery. If she knew he was dead, she would be in great danger."
Zhou Mian thought for a moment and said, "It would be good to beat him until he is paralyzed, or to poison him and ruin his body so that he can no longer gamble."
Tong Ming was no longer angry and glanced at him in surprise: "Are you willing to do this?"
Zhou Mian nodded: "There's nothing I can't bear to give up."
Recalling something, Zhou Mian asked again, "What happened to those debt collectors? Are they dead?"
Tong Ming immediately became alert: "They're not dead yet, but their limbs are broken. They'll probably be scared crazy. Do you sympathize with them and think I shouldn't do this?"
"No, I'm just afraid that the Heretic Monitoring Bureau will find you." Zhou Mian shook his head: "There might be surveillance there."
Tong Ming said, "Without surveillance, the Heresy Monitoring Bureau wouldn't have discovered me."
"That's okay." Zhou Mian curled his fingers and wanted to retract his hand.
Tong Ming grabbed his hand, a hint of pride suddenly appearing on his face: "Are you worried about me? Are you worried that the matter will be exposed and I won't be able to go to and from get off work with you?"
"No"
"Really?"
"Really not."
Tong Ming asked him again in a teasing tone: "But I made a human lose his hands and feet today, Zhou Mian, do you think I am cruel and disgusting?"
Zhou Mian couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips: "Not cruel."
Tong Ming deliberately asked: "What else?"
Zhou Mian looked at him and said softly, "It's not disgusting."
Tong Ming was so happy in his heart, but he said seriously: "Then kiss me and thank me."
Zhou Mian didn't know if he was frightened today, but he was so well behaved that he actually leaned over and kissed him on the eye, then said sincerely, "Thank you."
"Thank you to whom?"
"Thanks for the eye monster with lots of eyes."
Tong Ming felt that Zhou Mian was a little too sweet today, so he couldn't help but pressed Zhou Mian on the bed and tasted him hard.
The next day, when Zhou Mian woke up, he found a bunch of props appearing at the head of his bed.
Zhou Mian asked Tong Ming sleepily, "What are these?"
"You're too weak!" Tong Ming looked at him with dismay, half-lifted him up, and stuffed his arms with props one by one: "This is my fourth brother's puppet string. Although there is only one strand, it is no problem to kill monsters below the orange level at will."
"This is Dean Qin's gold coin. Throw it out and it will strangle you."
"This is my fifth brother's space key. If you can't beat him, just open the space door and run away."
"This is Lao Ba's virus bomb. If it's thrown, it will turn anyone into a cyberpsychopath."
"This is Secretary Wu's cat hair. It's useless, but it can stain human clothes."
There seems to be something strange mixed in with the props
Zhou Mian slowly came to his senses, and looking at the pile of props in his arms, his mood became complicated.
Did Tong Ming get up early and hunt down all the monsters in Nightmare University?
Zhou Mian looked at the props blankly: "Thank you?"
Tong Ming wrapped the puppet string around his wrist, put the gold coins and keys into his pocket, put the bomb into his backpack, and swatted away the cat hair: "Little punching bag, don't let yourself be bullied anymore."
After this incident, Zhou Mian temporarily forgot about the letter. What made him remember the letter again was a message from his mother.
Yes, mother.
Zhou Mian received the news at the Heresy Monitoring Bureau. When he arrived at the reception room, the strangers waiting there stood up and said to him politely, "You must be Master Zhou Mian, right? I am the assistant to your mother, Ms. Xu Mengxiu. She would like to invite you to dinner this evening. Do you have time?"
The author has something to say:
Continue to miscalculate, continue to set flags.
Maybe the next chapter will end it, maybe
【A small theater】
Q: Why is there a tuft of cat hair mixed in with the props?
A: Because Dean Tong originally wanted to take Secretary Wu back with him to make Zhou Mian happy, but Secretary Wu twisted his body and escaped from under Dean Tong's crotch, so Dean Tong only caught a tuft of cat hair.
Dean Tong had no choice but to take the cat hair back with him, hoping that the cat hair could also play a role in the design.
(Unfortunately, Xiao Zhou didn’t get the [clown])
In the evening, after learning that Secretary Wu had a tuft of hair plucked by Tong Ming, Director Qin of the Finance Department deducted 500 yuan from Dean Tong's salary on the grounds that Dean Tong had caused work-related injuries to Secretary Wu.
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