When the vicious female supporting role has a character changing system (Part 2) "Buddha's son...
While Mr. Deer was being dealt with, the test results of the peach milk flavored toilet paper were also released.
There is nothing wrong with these toilet papers, they are just simple toilet papers.
The doctor's physical examination report came out and he was in very good health, without even the minor ailments common to modern people.
The reason why the doctor kept crying that day was not found.
After testing, it was found that the umbrella was just an ordinary umbrella.
Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
…
Today is the day when my assistant comes back, and I went to the institute to pick him up.
A lot of people came back this time. When the hall was opened, you could see that the hall, which covered several thousand square meters, was full of people.
I stood not far away and looked inside.
People came out in waves, and the door of the hall was like a giant mouth, continuously transferring employees returning from the other world.
I waited, my fingers tapping at my elbows.
It was not until most people had left that I saw the assistant standing at the end of the line.
He was wearing a brown windbreaker and a white scarf, standing tall on the edge of the crowd like a shadow.
When he saw me, he froze for a moment, and then a smile gradually faded from his eyes.
He strode towards me, his speed was abnormal and even inappropriate.
He hugged me, with an autumn feeling from another world.
I smiled and hugged back, and asked, "Is that world interesting?"
"Well, completely different cultural customs, very interesting."
He stood up and pressed his forehead against mine.
He seldom takes the initiative to make such intimate gestures, just like a cunning big-tailed fox who always sweeps the tip of his furry tail at you but never takes the initiative to approach you.
Today, the fox took the initiative to lie on my legs, with its tail curled around my wrist, looking extremely sticky.
His light-colored lips were so close to mine, opening and closing with every word he spoke, and I really wanted to kiss him.
"If you like, after you rest for a while, go to other worlds for me."
"I don't want to go by myself." He rubbed my forehead, causing a hairy itch.
"When this world is mature, let's go together."
My heart suddenly felt warm, and I couldn't help it, so I pressed my neck and kissed him.
"Your glasses are hurting me."
He tilted his head and took off his glasses.
"Okay, President."
The ending sound is blurred between the lips and teeth.
…
It is really a natural thing to like contact with the one you love. When I touch him, my mysophobia is cured.
I like his warm skin, soft lips, and hands with distinct knuckles. There seems to be a strange magic when our skin touches, and any tiredness in my body disappears the moment we touch.
My love and possessiveness grow with time.
An engagement ring is like an elegant pair of shackles forged with love that helps me lock him to my side.
I can't wait for everyone to witness our wedding and express my thriving love that I have nowhere to show off.
I said, we will get engaged when he comes back.
In fact, the engagement plan and schedule had been completed while he was on a business trip. With the help of his preferences that I pretended to inquire about by chance, I designed dozens of plans based on my guesses and creativity.
Everyone was on standby, waiting for his nod to start work.
So on the first working day after he came back, I took out the stack of plans and put them on the table.
The large desktop is covered with designs of different styles.
"Anyone you like?"
He was a little surprised.
“You designed all of these?”
"Um."
He stood beside the desk, his back as straight as a pine or cypress. The white shirt with no other decorations looked particularly good on him.
He lowered his eyes, fixed them on the table, and scanned the plans one by one.
The morning light reflected on his hair, making it look as if he was glowing.
The stereotyped smile on his lips gradually disappeared.
He turned to look at me, looking very serious, "I like them all."
“I like them all very much.”
His serious look made me want to perform a red-eyed, waist-pinching, life-threatening literary work based on the novel sent by a friend.
…
After the engagement scene plan was finalized, the team started working immediately, but did not start distributing invitations right away.
Because the peach milk smell issue has not been resolved yet.
A coincidence is no longer a coincidence if it occurs many times.
The detective agency followed the clues at the time to find out who the woman with the scent of peach milk was.
Unexpectedly, both clues were broken.
The surveillance footage in front of my friend’s door was blurry due to the heavy rain that day. One could only vaguely see a woman with medium-short hair, about twenty years old.
The surveillance camera in front of the doctor's door was not functioning properly, and nearly three months of video footage was destroyed.
However, the advantage of a world with multiple energy systems is that if technology is not up to par, superpowers can make up for it.
Some people's supernatural gift is a strong sense of smell.
Can smell every scent within a radius of 100 miles.
The main task of these people with super sense of smell is to monitor the status of the area in secret.
The smell of blood when someone kills someone.
The stench of a decaying corpse.
The pungent smell of pollutants.
…
Within the range of their sense of smell, all smells are detectable.
So, after they smelled the remaining smell on the umbrella, they quickly remembered the smell.
The smell is very refreshing and pleasant, and even among thousands of smells, it is enough to leave a deep impression on people.
But after the monitors followed the clues and entered a peach orchard, the smell was mixed among the rich ripe peaches and disappeared again.
It was as if "Peach" knew of the existence of someone observing in secret, so it was deliberately hiding its whereabouts.
The city's monitors have all received tasks and are required to be alert to this unusual fragrance at all times.
But "Peach" suddenly disappeared.
It wasn't until the day my engagement session was completed that someone reported that they smelled a familiar scent.
The location points directly to the largest temple in the world.
What a coincidence.
My eldest nephew is out of quarantine today.
As soon as I heard the news, I drove there as fast as I could.
My nephew has just escaped from the dragon's den and is now entering the tiger's den.
Not long after Xu Xiayin’s incident was resolved, Peach Milk popped up again.
After I reported it, I increased my speed and approached the temple. Suddenly, intermittent voices appeared in my mind.
The closer you get, the louder the sound becomes, and the clearer it becomes.
[Is it... modified? ]
[…Time…is stretched! ]
【They become alert... only... Buddha's disciples! 】
I stepped on the accelerator and the engine roared.
As we approached at high speed, a desperate sound came into my mind.
[System, change "Buddha's son, come out of retreat immediately" to "Buddha's son, go to the toilet immediately"! ]
[Even the most pure-hearted man needs to poop! ]
[He will definitely remember my kindness in sending him paper from the shit! ]
[…Host, are you sure? ]
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