Douluo: Senior Sister is too popular, what should I do?

Chapter 10 He Doesn't Look Like You
When Sang Xia woke up, it was already dark outside, she sat up with disheveled hair, fumbled for the buttons behind her irritably, trying to take off the cumbersome skirt on her body, only halfway through pulling it did she realize that she was no longer alone. Quickly stopped.

Of course, there is no cloakroom in the shelter-like dormitory. She jumped out of bed and pulled on her slippers to find clean pajamas from the wardrobe. After getting dressed, she decided to go to Flender's office tonight to blackmail the Xiaoyuefenghe screen in his small vault.

The glutinous rice balls were nestled neatly in its soft and comfortable nest, she reached out and touched its little head, and added a handful of cat food to the food bowl.

She was still in a dazed state just after waking up. After feeding the glutinous rice balls, she sat on the edge of the bed for a long time in a daze. It was not until her empty stomach protested unbearably that she realized that what needs to be fed most now is Own.

But this idea only flashed in her mind for a second before she kicked it out, because she was too hungry to move, and there must be no food in the cafeteria at this time, after a short thought, she fell on the bed, intending to Fight hunger with rotten food, then go to sleep, you won’t feel hungry when you sleep.

Zhu Zhuqing, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed and adjusting his breathing, opened his eyes and said flatly, "I brought you some food and put it on the desk."

"Eh?"

Sang Xia turned over and sat up, looked at the desk with her head, and found a food box on the table, with a note on the lid, "Ask Senior Sister about her taste, and bring a copy for Senior Sister. I have to make it on time." Let's have dinner", the signature draws a little rabbit holding a carrot and chewing on it.

The little girls are all little angels, Sang Xia lamented and slowly finished the loving dinner brought by the school girl.Seeing that Zhu Zhuqing was still practicing, she didn't bother her, and went to the cafeteria with the food box, washed the tableware and returned it back, and took a freshly picked tomato from the back kitchen, and gnawed at Flender's Go to the office.

Unexpectedly, Flender was not there. Sangxia finished eating the tomatoes in her hand, threw the persimmon stems into the trash can, sat down on the chair behind the desk familiarly, and tore up the page, intending to notify him in writing that he wants to requisition his screen.

When she picked up the pen, she let out a "huh" in surprise, and shook off Flender's precious antique dip pen in her hand. The ink on the nib was still wet, which meant that someone had used it not long ago, and she wrinkled slightly I frowned, and noticed that the ink bottle cap on the table was also open. The speech for tomorrow's opening ceremony was only half written, and the strokes of the last word came to an abrupt end, straddling the page abruptly, almost scratching the back of the paper. .

The window was half open, and the cool night wind came in from the window, blowing the curtains hanging from the floor. She suddenly stood up and jumped out of the window. The moment she jumped, her back opened wide. A pair of wings filled with light golden streamer swiftly followed the remaining weak fluctuations of soul power.

In the dense forest, Zao Wou-ki was lying on the ground in a state of embarrassment, his already horrible face was completely swollen at this time, his black eyes were smeared tightly with blood, he couldn't open them at all, he even struggled to breathe, but The strange thing is that although he was beaten into such a miserable state, his temper is definitely not good, but he did not lose his temper, and even showed gratitude on his face: "Thank you, Haotian, for your guidance."

The fight just now—more precisely, it was just a one-sided beating—did not cause any burden to the black-robed man who was standing with his hands behind his back, and his clothes were not even wrinkled. His voice was deep and calm, without much emotion: "In the future I will trouble you."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his head, his gaze under the hood covering his face was like cold lightning.

got windy.

The cool night wind blows the branches and leaves, and the bright moonlight falls, illuminating the figure who jumped down from the treetops lightly. In the moonlight, she gathered the pair of huge light feathers behind her back, and slowly landed on the broken branches all over the ground.

The girl raised her face, her delicate and pale face was as clear as cold-toned white jade, illuminated by the lustrous moonlight, it was almost transparent, overlapping with the deer-eyed child many years ago.

How could Flender have thought that Sang Xia would chase here, his face turned pale with bluff, and he explained frightenedly: "Your Majesty, this is a student of our college, the little girl is not sensible, I will educate her when I go back and make sure she keeps her mouth shut. You must not be as knowledgeable as a junior..."

Sang Xia didn't understand what he was afraid of at all, she tilted her head to look at the man in black in front of her for a while, then suddenly smiled: "It's you."

She obviously also recalled that encounter, deep in the "Garden of the Fallen Moon".

"My surname is Tang, Haotian Hammer, no wonder—but he doesn't look like you." Tang Hao was so reckless that he dared to go deep into the forbidden area of ​​the Spirit Hall with a single hammer, and he didn't have the slightest resemblance to that eight-hundred-minded kid. .

Even though he only met once, Tang Hao had a very deep impression on this girl. She looked much healthier, no longer the fragile glass doll-like appearance of being imprisoned on a restraint chair like a torture rack by delicate shackles. When he smiled, there were small dimples on his cheeks, his tense expression softened slightly, and he nodded to her and said hello: "It seems that you are doing well here."

It's not surprising, he thought, staying anywhere is better than that ghostly place.

"Well, everyone takes good care of me." Sang Xia smiled with her eyes bent, and the night wind blew from behind her, blowing away the loose hair on her temples.Tang Hao felt a little relieved in his heart, because he could see that this smile was really relaxed and happy, and it was completely different from the appearance when he was hiding in his arms overlooking the bright lights of Wuhun City.

——Such an expression that is close to sorrow and hatred, as if eager to destroy all the lights in this noisy and lively world, but also seems to want time to stop here forever, she smiled and asked softly: "So it's such a bright place outside?"

After a brief exchange of pleasantries with Tang Hao, seeing his back that had disappeared in the blink of an eye, Sang Xia withdrew her gaze, and glared at Zhao Wou-ki, who could barely stand with Flender's support: "Let's You bullied the children, did the parents come to the door? You deserve it!"

After she finished her sarcastic remarks, she spread her hands and released her fourth soul skill Prayer Radiance. The pale golden light fell on Zhao Wuji's body, and his face looked a lot better within a few breaths. The scratched wounds also healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But the effect of prayer glow is limited to recovering soul power, dispelling negative mental states and healing trauma, and the blood congestion cannot be eliminated, so Zao Wou-ki still has a pair of panda eyes with a bruised nose, but he doesn't care about this anymore, so he grabbed it Sang Xia asked nervously, "Girl, where did you know this evil spirit?"

"I met once before." Sang Xia shrugged.

Zhao Wuji still wanted to ask more questions, but was interrupted by Flender's slap on the forehead. The head dean at the top of the Shrek Academy's food chain stared at him: "You have talked so much, I think you haven't been beaten badly enough, and you're still alive." Why don't you go back and apply a hot towel to your face, and wait until tomorrow to let the freshmen see the joke?"

After Zhao Wuji was chased away, he scolded Sang Xia with a black face: "Why are you so courageous? You dare to chase after me alone even if you don't know the situation. What if Haotian is hostile? Old Zhao and I An old guy is living enough anyway, you are so young, don’t you feel panicked if you really lost your life for nothing? I still expect you to throw pots and banners for me at my funeral!"

The girl at the top of the food chain in Shrek Academy curled her lips. Although she still gave him face and didn't talk back, she obviously didn't listen to his words. She stubbornly turned her head aside and ignored him, expressing resolutely In order not to repent of his willingness to dare to dare next time, Flender had no choice but to stop chattering, took off his coat and put it on her body, telling her to go back to sleep quickly.

Flender is tall, his coat doesn't fit Sangxia too well, the hem hangs down to her knees, the ankles under the thin summer pajamas are not as thick as Zhao Wou-ki's wrists. After drinking and raising for so many years, why do I feel that this girl doesn't have as much meat as glutinous rice balls.

Looking at the girl's slender back, he suddenly said: "The past is over, and this is your home."

Sangxia paused, her eyes widened in a daze because of his speech without warning, and Flender's eyes behind the lens were wise and gentle, like an elder and more like a father.Logically speaking, Sangxia should be very moved, but she really can't adapt to the warm way of getting along with Flender, so she couldn't help but say something bad: "Then this family is too poor..."

Flender wanted to beat her up again.

　Tang Hao's view of Sang Xia is similar to meeting an abused kitten on the side of the road. He felt that the cat was very pitiful, but he forgot it after seeing it. But after a few years, he found that the cat was not tortured to death and was raised by other people. It's gratifying to be healthy and lively, that's all.

　　And Sangxia to Flender: It’s fine to throw pots and flags, but I can play the suona for you in your mourning hall
　　Flender: The fist is hard
　　
　
(End of this chapter)