After seeing the content of the message clearly, Chen Wenwen's face showed obvious surprise.
The content is not much, just a few words in a message, but the fewer words, the bigger the problem.
【I like you】
Chen Wenwen was even stunned for a moment.
In fact, Chen Wenwen always knew that Lu Mingfei liked her.
Just like what Mo Qiuran said, if a boy obeys a girl's words, his eyes always fall on the girl, and he works hard without complaint... even a fool will know what his purpose is.
What's more, Lu Mingfei really doesn't know how to hide.
But as a girl, Chen Wenwen couldn't take the initiative to tell Lu Mingfei that it was impossible, and her personality was weak and elegant, so she could only wait until Lu Mingfei took the initiative to say it, and then Chen Wenwen could refuse.
As a result, the wait lasted for almost two years, and Lu Mingfei was too timid to say anything.
Chen Wenwen even thought that she might have to wait until the end of her third year of high school before Lu Mingfei would dare to say it. Unexpectedly, it was on such a sunny and seemingly ordinary afternoon.
what happened?
Chen Wenwen subconsciously thought of this question, and then another question occupied her brain - how should she reply?
How to reply does not refer to attitude, but to wording.
[Lu Mingfei, you are very kind]
Chen Wenwen hesitated for a long time on that adjective, and finally chose the word "kind".
[But now we should focus on learning]
【and……】
【I do not like you】
When the message was sent, Chen Wenwen locked the phone and breathed a sigh of relief. She continued reading without intending to look at her phone again.
She was set up to receive Lu Mingfei's messages but not to remind her, so Lu Mingfei often had to wait for several hours to receive a reply. The shock just now was because of Zhao Menghua's message.
…
"The results are out, then," Mo Qiuran shook his phone, canceled Lu Mingfei's number, and looked at him, "Go to school the day after tomorrow. I'm looking forward to your performance."
He did not say that he won the bet because the content of the bet between the two was not over yet.
Instead, it’s just the halfway point.
"...I already regret it a little now." Lu Mingfei said.
"The bet has been established and there is no such thing as cancellation," Mo Qiuran spread his hands, "Besides, why should we regret it? After all, the winning rate is 50-50!"
"Boss, you said the same thing the last two times." Lu Mingfei muttered.
"Anyway, the news has been sent out now, and the former Lu Mingfei has been rejected." Mo Qiuran put his arm around Lu Mingfei's shoulders and led him forward.
"Thank you, boss, for reminding me of this sad thing again. In fact, my memory is not as bad as that of a fish." Lu Mingfei was obviously depressed.
"But that was just the Lu Mingfei of the past. Whether Chen Wenwen was simply trying to trick you into being a licking dog at that time, or whether she was pitying you like a stray dog she saw on the road, everything has already happened. It’s the past tense,” Mo Qiuran said.
"So why are they all dogs?" Lu Mingfei asked.
"Let me put it this way, if Chen Wenwen handed you a dog leash before and said that as long as you put it on, she would be with you forever, would you not hesitate to put it on and run away with her?"
"Hey! Boss! Can you please stop insulting my character like this! At least I still...still..." Lu Mingfei seemed to be discouraged as he spoke, his voice was low and lost, as if he was about to cry, "At least I still have to..." Barking twice?"
"You kid..." Mo Qiuran looked up at the sky speechlessly, wondering whether to laugh or cry. He was even more sure that he had done the right thing by revealing this time, "Anyway, you can't do this now."
"oh."
"You have some self-esteem, okay? Don't be manipulated so easily! You have to realize that you are no longer the same person as before!" Mo Qiuran was a little irritable, because Lu Mingfei was so cowardly that he hated iron and steel. , "Also, bet! As agreed, if you don't do what we say, then don't say you know me from now on!"
"Oh..." Lu Mingfei was stunned by Mo Qiuran's sudden outburst and could only nod obediently.
"Do you still remember the content of the bet I told you?" Mo Qiuran looked at Lu Mingfei with suspicion. To be honest, he was really worried that Lu Mingfei would do it again as soon as he went to school and met Chen Wenwen. Turn on the dog-licking mode, and with Lu Mingfei's current appearance...it feels like even a god will be hard to save.
"Remember..." Lu Mingfei nodded.
"Really remember?" Mo Qiuran was still doubtful.
"Really, really!" Lu Mingfei nodded repeatedly.
"Okay, let's go back and tidy up. I'll look forward to your performance the day after tomorrow." Mo Qiuran waved his hand, feeling tired.
So why would a single dog expend energy on such romantic matters? Isn’t he good at coding?
Thinking of this, Mo Qiuran logged into his QQ again, preparing to go to the author chat group to chat and have fun. It was impossible to code words. Four thousand a day was already the human limit.
These days, he has been chatting very well with a writer called [Flaming Dragon Slayer]. He has also read this guy’s novel Mo Qiuran, which is very good. Currently, the protagonist group has just experienced an icy sea underwater mission. , encountered a fatal crisis and almost wiped out the group. Fortunately, the protagonist suddenly exploded and eliminated the crisis invisible. Because of the sequelae, he almost died, but he came back to life with the heroine's company. The plot has ups and downs and the writing is quite realistic, almost making people feel sad. I wonder if he has really experienced it.
Then Mo Qiuran saw a message from Chu Zihang.
Chu Zihang: [Are you free tomorrow? I’ll go to your house]
Looking at the time, it seemed that it was not long after Mo Qiuran left his house.
Mo Qiuran raised his eyebrows and pressed the next reply with his finger.
Qiufeng Ranjin: [Is this relationship progressing too fast? What should I do? I’m so excited! 】
Chu Zihang: "..."
Very good, it seems that he is not affected too much, he is still the familiar Mo Qiuran.
Chu Zihang: [Is nine o'clock okay? 】
Autumn Wind dyes: [Is this the legendary domineering president? Of course there is no way to refuse! 】
Chu Zihang silently closed the chat window.
Sure enough, before I thought that Mo Qiuran would be affected, I must be crazy, right?
…
night.
The giant sky-blue ice crystal eagle turned into little ice crystals and floated in the sky. Mo Qiuran was sitting in front of the table. On the table was a thick stack of neatly folded A4 papers.
It's not homework. As an outstanding model student who has never fallen out of the top two, Mo Qiuran will not be brought up by the teacher even if he doesn't do homework.
On each of these A4 papers, there is a vividly drawn character.
All are projections in Mo Qiuran's system space.
Even if an outsider sees it, they will just praise Mo Qiuran's painting skills without any suspicion.
Mo Qiuran finished the last stroke, picked it up, blew on it, admired it, then placed it on the top of the pile of A4 paper, and then went to wash up and sleep.
The moonlight shines through the window and shines on the stack of papers.
At the top, Odin, wearing a mask and armor, holding the spear Gungnir and riding an eight-legged Pegasus, almost jumped out of the paper.
