Chapter 79 Love Letter
Ming Fengque smiled lightly, slightly curved his lips, with no other expression in his eyes, and quietly watched the sleeping Chu Qingkong.
Generally speaking, any liquid cannot enter the original data stream, which will affect the operation of its code.
Now that he has a human body, this characteristic engraved in his DNA has weakened slightly - although he is drunk, he is not too drunk.
Half a cup of orange soda is just the right amount.
When he was drunk for the first time, he was particularly well-behaved. Unlike some annoying drunkards who would go crazy and fight and kill when they were drunk, he just closed his eyes and fell asleep in a second.
If you wake him up at this time, you will find that he is actually so drunk that he can't tell east from west.
The air conditioner in the living room was set to a very low temperature, and sleeping on the chair was not very comfortable.
Chu Qingkong pursed her lips, her cheeks flushed light pink, and she made indistinct sounds, as if she was acting coquettishly in a daze.
You will catch a cold if you sleep like this.
Ming Fengque bent down, picked him up, and walked into the bedroom.
The skin under his hands was incredibly soft, flawless, extremely delicate, and delicate with a pinkish hue.
Although they have the same skeleton, they have a little more flesh than others. Once you touch them, you won't want to let go.
...So this is what the human body was like at its inception.
Ming Fengque curled his lips and placed him in the soft quilt. He tucked his head in and adjusted his posture slightly to be comfortable.
Chu Qingkong was sleeping soundly.
Ming Fengque lit a rabbit night light on the bedside. The soft white rabbit emitted a warm yellow night light, adding a warm and cozy sleepiness.
"bright……"
Chu Qingkong suddenly turned over and mumbled something, as if calling his name.
Ming Fengque looked down.
But after this sound, Chuchu never made any other sound.
He paused slightly, realizing for the first time that the man lying defenseless in front of him meant, to some extent, that he could do whatever he wanted to him.
Once this idea took shape, imagination grew like a rooted thorn, unrestrainedly growing on the outer walls of the castle.
Do I want to do this myself?
Will it be painful at first?
What if I break him again like last time?
Chu Qingkong's sleeping position was not very stable when he got on the bed. Not kicking the quilt off the bed was a result of restraint. He stretched out his right hand from under the quilt and rubbed the corner of his eye unconsciously.
Ming Fengque's gaze then fell on his fingertips.
The transparent white skin was now slightly red, as if some external force had left a mark on it, and the mark had not yet faded.
When he used the fan to activate his soul power, a faint red mark was left in the sky by the soul power.
If you don't look closely, you can't even see it.
Chu Qingkong believed that he had not cheated on anyone and had not done anything wrong to anyone. His eyes were curved and he slept very soundly, even kicking off the quilt that was wrapped around him.
...But Ming Fengque didn't know what happened in the fantasy world.
His eyes suddenly turned cold, and the corners of his lips curled up meaningfully, with a huge anger burning in his heart.
Is Chuchu having fun with other men behind his back?
Did he take his hand and kiss him?
"Sorry, Chuchu, I originally wanted to let you go."
The phoenix's wings were fully extended, covering the sky with a vast expanse of white, like a faded fine oil painting, replacing the soft quilt and wrapping the young man on the bed.
Chu Qingkong was still sleeping soundly.
How a sleeping system faces its mad host is an unsolvable problem.
Ming Fengque's expression was calm as he said calmly, "Clamp your legs tightly."
*****
“Ugh…ah, it hurts—”
After a long weekend that felt like countless roller coaster rides, Chu Qingkong once again welcomed the day of going to school.
Not very friendly.
In the past, he faced the Mondays of working people, and now he faces the Mondays of students. After going around in circles, he is still imprisoned in a different place every day.
The high school courses are busy and intense, and the main system does not care about the personnel. It arranges a sophomore who is about to be promoted to the third year of high school. If he falls behind even a little bit, he will be mentally punished in various ways.
But Chu Qingkong would no longer run away.
He won’t be late hahahaha!!
Now he possesses all the skills of the Infinite Flow plane, the tenth-order soul power of the Fantasy plane, and the Phoenix spiritual power of the Cultivation plane.
Although he was a little curious about how he learned the final spiritual power, and he had the impression that he had never been to the plane of cultivation, he immediately put this question behind him.
Dual cultivation in the world of cultivation?
Simple high school students can't bear to hear this 0w0.
Chu Qingkong opened his eyes at 7:15, finished washing and dressing at 7:25, teleported to the beginning, and arrived at the school gate on time at 7:30.
Arrive on time at the last second before the school bell rings.
"Hmm?? Chu Qingkong??"
The teacher on duty standing at the door was none other than the homeroom teacher. He was middle-aged, balding, with a Mediterranean look, square-framed glasses, a plaid shirt, and a potbelly. He looked like a leader at least at the ministerial level.
The homeroom teacher pushed his glasses up with his middle finger. "Why aren't you late today? No, how could you possibly get to school on time? As a high school student, you have to understand that getting to school early means you can start your day's studies earlier! Time is something you have to make a living from!"
The three systems cast unfriendly glances at him.
At that time, Weizhi felt cold, Pei Ci smiled gently, and Ming Fengque's eyelashes drooped slightly.
They had never been mean to Chu Chu before, but right in front of them there was someone speaking to Chu Chu in such a harsh tone.
It seems that this teacher will be laid off tomorrow.
The head teacher shuddered for no apparent reason.
Chu Qingkong: “…”
One second I was happy that I slept more than half an hour more today, but the next second I felt depressed.
In the past, students who arrived at school on time would be turned a blind eye and let off, but why did they run into the head teacher today?
"Teacher, you're right." He scratched his head and replied reluctantly, "I was wrong. Next time I will definitely come to school earlier and study hard."
"Well, it's good that you know." The head teacher sighed and muttered, "With your Chinese score, don't you want to come to school early every day to read and improve your Chinese?"
He lowered his head and flipped through the list of latecomers. Just as he was about to write down Chu Qingkong's name, he suddenly heard Chu Qingkong's voice in a flash.
"Um...Teacher, I don't know if I should say something."
The head teacher's pen was about to fall, and he looked up impatiently: "What's wrong?"
Chu Qingkong said sincerely with sparkling eyes, "I am a student in your class. The number of points deducted from me is equivalent to the number of points deducted from our class."
"——Teacher, you don't want our class to not get the red flag, do you?"
head teacher:"……"
The head teacher stopped writing abruptly: "!"
That's the reason. He can't bear to deduct points!
However, as a teacher, he has not given up on influencing this student who is not active enough in learning. He decided to change his way and continue to convey his educational philosophy to him in a tactful way.
He said earnestly, "Student Chu Qingkong, school is your home. You must treat school as your home!"
Systems: “…”
At that time, Weizhi was silent, Pei Ci raised his eyebrows, and Ming Fengque curved his lips.
Treat it as a family? This teacher is quite bold in thinking.
Chuchu can only have one home, and that is by their side.
This kind of rhetoric, similar to "treating the company as home", was something the hosts had thought about using before, but they encountered so many things later that they gradually forgot about it.
If it was Ming Fengque who came, he would definitely be able to say this sentence better than anyone else after repeated practice and repeated attempts to find the right angle.
——For example.
The white-haired young man's clear eyes held a gentle prayer, shimmering with an irresistible glimmer, like ripples in the water.
"Chuchu, can you treat my side as your home?"
Speak softly.]
...Then the most likely possibility is that he was ruthlessly rejected by Chu Qingkong, and turned back to the system space to search for the entry "Host asked me to be the head of the company, do you want me to work overtime for free?" After receiving the answer, he ran to Chuangfei host angrily.
“…”
They were very curious about how they would react when they first heard these words.
"I understand, teacher!" Chu Qingkong's eyes were filled with tears, as if these words had touched her soft heart, and she agreed immediately.
Systems: “?”
The head teacher left with a smile and satisfaction, muttering something vague like "A rotten tree can be carved."
Chu Qingkong's eyes lit up and he was encouraged. He rushed into the classroom like a whirlwind.
Then he slammed the classroom door shut.
"Bang!"
…
Morning self-study is over.
The first class happened to be Chinese class. The head teacher came to the classroom again and found that the classroom door was tightly closed.
He subconsciously took out the classroom key, but couldn't insert it or turn it for a long time. Then he found that the door had been locked with a new lock in a short period of time, and he was locked outside and couldn't get in.
head teacher:"……"
Looking through the glass window again, I saw that the students were huddled together in the classroom, and the noisy voices could almost overturn the entire teaching building.
"Hey hey hey!! I have my ultimate move! Chase him, chase him!"
"I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming—"
"Fight with me? Who are you and what is my status?"
Among them, the voice of Chu Qingkong, who was sitting in the center, was the clearest and loudest: "Let me control!! I can control!! Click on the crystal ah ah ah I'm going to win ah ah ah——!!"
His students were actually gathering to play King of Glory!
The head teacher almost couldn't breathe. He took out a box of quick-acting heart pills from his pocket in a daze and swallowed them dryly.
What is going on? !
After much thought, there is only one person who can change everything——
"The first clear sky!"
The head teacher knocked on the door, but none of the students inside paid any attention to him.
head teacher:"?"
The monitor, who was sitting by the door, was doing his homework while playing a single-player game. He caught a glimpse of him knocking on the door and couldn't help feeling a little sorry.
So I whispered information to him through a glass:
"Here's the thing, teacher, didn't you say school is home?" The monitor clicked on the little man in the single-player game, letting him enter the next map, and whispered, "Chuchu changed the door lock."
head teacher:"?"
He knows every word, so why can't he understand when they are put together?
"So you guys just play King of Glory in class?"
Monitor: "Yes, everyone at home is like this. If I don't play games at school, wouldn't that be cheating and disappointing your expectations?"
head teacher:"……"
He fell down.
The classmates in the class who were just playing King of Glory suddenly rushed out in an orderly manner. Some were carrying people, some were clearing the corridor, and some were calling 120.
Chu Qingkong said "Huh" and poked his head out.
"I didn't do anything wrong, did I?" He felt a little guilty and asked his family's systems silently in his heart.
Systems: “…………”
Fortunately, I didn’t tell Chuchu to treat work as home.
Otherwise, they would be the ones lying on the ground now.
…
After school, the dusk turns golden, and the warm and bright orange color dyes the entire high sky.
"I'm going home. System, what are we having for dinner tonight?"
Chu Qingkong put on his schoolbag and pushed his chair back.
His movements suddenly stopped.
A small piece of paper was blown out by the gentle breeze, floating slowly and landing on the empty flat table. The paper was stained with the shining glow of the setting sun.
A note was left in the desk. It had no signature, but there was a light pink heart on it. It was obvious that it was written shyly by a girl with a lot on her mind.
"Classmate Chu Qingkong, I have something to tell you. Can we meet on the rooftop after school?"
——Received a love letter from someone else.
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