Chapter 10: The Heartthrob Cannon Fodder in the Apocalyptic Literature 9
In the living room downstairs, several people who were blatantly staring at the back of the stunning beauty with sticky and obsessed eyes, all looked away with disappointment after seeing the background of the beauty disappear at the stairs.
Suddenly, their brains seemed to be pulled by an unknown force, and their heads began to ache. They howled in pain, holding their heads with their hands, and curled up on the ground, twitching.
The people around him were a little confused, but when they saw their companion in such pain, they all gathered around.
Kong Yu walked forward with a gloomy face to check on the situation of several people, and frowned after seeing them.
He stood up solemnly, ignoring his companion who was still wailing at his feet.
"Brother, how are you?" Kong Jun asked with some concern.
"It's a mental attack." Kong Yu said lightly.
Psychic attack? Kong Yun's pupils shrank slightly. Does that mean there's at least one psychic in the villa?
"It should be one of those three." Kong Yu continued.
"Impossible! Wu Yong hasn't offended them, so why would the president and his men rashly attack them?" Kong Yun said firmly. Kong Yun knew Qi Yan quite well; he wasn't the type to attack others for no reason.
"It's true that I didn't offend them, but I coveted someone I shouldn't have coveted, so I got to be taught a lesson." Kong Yu sneered, and he thought of the girl who was so beautiful that she didn't look like a human.
Kong Yun was slightly stunned, clearly seeing the obsession in her brother's eyes when he mentioned the girl. She slowly lowered her head, and a hint of darkness flashed quickly in her eyes.
The next morning, the girl got up at six o'clock because she had slept too much the previous day. Qi Yan placed two portable air conditioners in her room and set the temperature high, so the whole room was warm and there was no chill at all.
She tucked in the quilt and walked barefoot to the window. It had just started snowing yesterday, and it had gotten heavier in the evening.
Now, the world outside the window has turned into a pure white, covered with silver everywhere.
Nan Qiao looked out the window curiously. Growing up in S Province, she rarely had the chance to see snow. Even when it snowed, it was only a thin layer that melted away as soon as the sun came out. People who woke up late couldn't even see the snowflakes on their faces, let alone any magnificent snowy scenes.
The window in her room faced the backyard of the villa. The swimming pool that Lu Feng had mentioned was completely frozen. The evergreen trees in the courtyard were covered in thick snow, with only a few hints of green visible. Every branch of the tree was weighed down by heavy snowflakes.
She looked at the beautiful scenery in front of her, her eyes full of admiration. Thousands of miles of ice and snow, the scene before her was nothing more than that.
She admired the snow scene silently for a while, then went into the bathroom to wash up. After washing up, she put on her clothes and prepared to leave the room.
In order to better protect the girl, the three of them chose rooms next to hers. Opposite Nan Qiao's room was Qi Yan's room, and on the left and right were Lu Feng and Yan Chuanhao's rooms respectively.
At this moment, Qi Yan had just gotten up. He was getting dressed when he heard the door open in the room opposite. He paused with his coat in hand and quickly walked to the door. He opened it, his eyes fading from the morning sleepiness, and he cast a sharp gaze towards the girl's door.
When his eyes met the girl's clear and watery ones, his cold expression suddenly softened.
His tense body relaxed slightly, and seeing the girl still with a somewhat confused expression on her face, he smiled and greeted her, "Qiao Qiao, good morning. Why are you up so early? Can't you sleep in a little longer?"
The girl also realized what was happening. A smile quickly appeared on her face and she said, "Good morning, Qi Yan." She stuck out her tongue playfully and said, "I slept too long yesterday and now I can't fall asleep." Thinking of how tired Qi Yan was yesterday and how he got up so early today, she suggested, "Why don't you sleep a little longer?"
Qi Yan stared blankly at the tender red tongue that was faintly visible in the girl's mouth, a hint of strong desire flashed in his eyes, and the morning heat was aroused by the girl's unintentional action.
He calmly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were clear again. He smiled softly, "Qiao Qiao, do you want to go downstairs?"
"Well, I want to go down and take a look." Remembering that Lu Feng always cooked for her, she added with some anticipation: "I can make breakfast for you." Although her cooking skills were not as good as Lu Feng's, she could make porridge and fry an egg. It was almost seven o'clock now, and they would be getting up soon after breakfast.
After hearing what the girl said, Qi Yan said without hesitation: "Then I'll go down with you." There were more than just their group of people in the villa, and he was worried about letting her go downstairs alone.
He swung his hands holding the coat and put it on quickly and gracefully.
The two people came to the kitchen quickly. It was still early and many people had not gotten up yet, so there was no one in the kitchen.
Qi Yan was like Doraemon, his space seemed to have everything; he could get whatever she wanted. She fried a few eggs and cooked a large pot of millet and pumpkin porridge. Qi Yan also had frozen steamed buns in his space, and thinking about the boys' big appetites, she steamed ten more.
Fried eggs and buns are simple, but the millet and pumpkin porridge needs to be cooked slowly over low heat to be fragrant. She cooked the millet and pumpkin porridge, and Qi Yan was by her side to accompany her.
Suddenly, the kitchen door opened and two pretty girls walked in. They were stunned when they saw someone in the kitchen.
One of the girls said in surprise, "Good morning, President. You get up so early." It was Kong Yun, who went to the same school as Qi Yan.
Nan Qiao was a little confused when he heard her address, and for a moment he couldn't react to who this girl was greeting.
It was not until the girl approached them, walked in front of Qi Yan, and asked with a little curiosity: "President, are you cooking breakfast?" that she realized that the president the girl was referring to was Qi Yan.
Nan Qiao seemed to remember that Tian Hao's group had also called Qi Yan "President", saying that he was the president of the S University Student Union, so the girl in front of her with a sweet smile should also be a student of S University.
"I'm making breakfast." Qi Yan's eyes flashed with impatience, but he still replied in a gentle voice. He enjoyed spending time with Qiao Qiao. Even just watching her make breakfast was a supreme enjoyment for him.
The arrival of the unexpected guest and the attempt to talk to him caused him great irritation.
"I'm here to make breakfast too, President. What did you make for breakfast? It smells so good." Kong Yun sniffed cutely and asked curiously.
"All this was done by Qiao Qiao. I was just helping out." He said in a cold tone when he saw Kong Jun chatting with him all the time and completely ignoring Qiao Qiao beside him.
"I'm sorry, I was so surprised to see the president this morning that I neglected his companions." Kong Yun didn't seem to notice the coldness in Qi Yan's tone. She turned around and introduced herself playfully, "Hello, my name is Kong Yun. Like the president, I'm a student at S University."
"Hello, my name is Nan Qiao." Nan Qiao responded a little stiffly. She was a bit introverted and not used to talking to strangers, so she would be a little stiff when facing strangers.
"Nan Qiao, you and the president..." Kong Jun was about to speak. She really wanted to know how such a girl knew the president. But before she could ask, she was interrupted by Qi Yan's ruthless voice.
"Qiao Qiao, the porridge should be ready. A Feng and the others should be up by now. Let's take breakfast out first."
He first picked up the pot of millet and pumpkin porridge and motioned for the girl to take out the fried eggs and buns. Nan Qiao took the fried eggs and buns but did not leave the kitchen. Instead, hesitantly glanced at Kong Yun, who was clearly not finished talking, waiting for her to finish.
"It's okay, Nanqiao, you guys go." Looking at the girl in front of him who was hesitantly waiting for him to speak, and Qi Yan beside her who still had a smile on his face but no smile in his eyes, the words Kong Jun wanted to say were blocked in his throat.
When they arrived at the living room, they found that Lu Feng and the others had not come down yet.
Nan Qiao was not surprised that she didn't see Lu Feng and Yan Chuanhao. They had been driving all day yesterday and must have been very tired.
Nan Qiao put the fried eggs and buns on the table and was about to ask Qi Yan if he wanted to go upstairs and call them down for breakfast, but Qi Yan spoke first and said, "It's okay, let them sleep. They drove all day yesterday and it was very tiring."
Nan Qiao thought about it and felt that Qi Yan was right. She could save breakfast for them later and heat it up for them when they had rested enough.
Qi Yan took out the bowl and chopsticks from the space and placed them on the table. He scooped a bowl of porridge with a spoon and handed it to the girl, saying softly, "The porridge is still hot, Qiao Qiao, don't rush to drink it. Eat a bun first."
Nan Qiao hummed, took a soft steamed white bun and took a bite. It was filled with shepherd's purse and pork, and it was delicious.
Seeing that Qi Yan was only watching her eat without touching his chopsticks, she picked up another bun with her chopsticks and put it in his bowl, signaling him to eat quickly. The weather was too cold, and if the cooked food was not eaten quickly, it would quickly get cold.
The fireplace that was burning brightly last night has now gone out completely, and the temperature in the living room is very low.
Noticing the girl's slender jade fingers that were a little red from the cold, Qi Yan frowned. He put down the chopsticks in his hand, stood up and walked to the fireplace, took out a lighter and combustible materials, and re-lit the fireplace.
After lighting the fireplace, the temperature in the living room obviously warmed up. Qi Yan covered the girl's hand with his warm big hand. The warmth was transferred to the girl's cold fingers, which gradually recovered their temperature.
Qi Yan didn't feel relieved until he saw the girl's fingers had returned to their soft white color. He asked the girl seriously, "Qiao Qiao, if you feel cold there, you must tell us."
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