I want to be friends with the hero

Chapter 192 Interesting
Shen Yun took a few pages of handwritten notes from Xu Zhiji's hands, and looking at the dense but well-organized descriptions, she felt like a treasure.

She walked forward without looking at the road as if she had lost her soul, Xu Zhiji followed out worriedly, and stopped her with a voice: "Go back to the dormitory and look again, it's not good to bump into others recklessly."

Shen Yun still looked down at the note in her hand, and walked forward slowly without stopping, as if she didn't hear him speak.

Seeing her walk to the edge of the stairs, Xu Zhiji stretched out his right hand reflexively and shouted: "Be careful..."

Shen Yun walked down the stairs step by step, turned a corner, and went down the stairs again, walking just like usual except a little slower. While marveling at her extraordinary talent, Xu Zhiji's facial nerves couldn't help twitching, feeling strange in his heart.

After walking a long distance, Shen Yun seemed to have heard his reminder, looked back at him, and asked softly: "What's the matter?"

After speaking, he quickly continued to focus on the notes, Xu Zhiji was speechless for a while.

She didn't hear his answer, and Shen Yun didn't ask any further questions. Then she continued to walk until she was downstairs. Then she folded the note in half twice and put it in her pocket, and hurried towards the dormitory building.

Back in the dormitory, as soon as I opened the door, I smelled a strong fragrance of food, and the gluttons in my stomach were hooked out immediately.Seeing that Yu Chengqi was still arranging the dishes, she changed into her slippers, put Xu Zhiji's notes under the glass, and hurried forward to help.

"Where is Carl, are you leaving? Why didn't you tell me in advance, I haven't seen him for a long time, I miss him very much..."

Yu Chengqi glanced at her coldly, and Shen Yun added the second half of the sentence in a strange way: "...the food he cooked has been in the past for so long, and the memory is so fresh."

Sitting opposite Yu Chengqi, he closed his eyes and sniffed the aroma of rice in the air, and just smelled it briefly, and felt very enjoyable.

Because she has been poisoned by the nutrient solution tea in the past few days, it is not easy for her to ask too much.

After Yu Chengqi set out the food, he pulled out a pair of long black chopsticks out of nowhere, pushed aside the coriander on the soup surface, took a piece of beef and drained it.

"Where are my chopsticks?" Shen Yun stretched out her white hand in front of him.

Yu Chengqi smiled at her: "It's not for you."

There are four dishes and one soup on the table. Can he finish it by himself?
Go cheat.

He drained the water and clamped it back, deliberately slowing down his movements to tease Shen Yun.

Unexpectedly, Shen Yun stared intently at the beef between the chopsticks, feeling itchy in his heart, stood up abruptly, stretched his neck and bent over to bite.

The piece of meat was a bit hot, she murmured twice, then tasted it with her eyes closed as if she was enjoying it, with a very proud expression on her face: "It's smooth and tender, spicy but not sweet, delicious."

Yu Chengqi gave a startled smile, watching her patronize and eat, wishing to grab the monkey anxiously with his hands, he shook his head with a grin, and took out another pair of chopsticks from the thermos bucket and handed them to her.

Shen Yun took it, and ate it heartily. She moved very quickly, her small mouth was swollen, but the movement of picking up vegetables did not slow down. Her teeth kept clenching, and her small mouth seemed to be full.

Although her movements are a bit vulgar, they don't make people bored. On the contrary, her cheerful expression can't help but whet the appetite, and at the same time it affirms the level of the cook.

And Yu Chengqi, who was opposite her, was not slow in his movements, but his demeanor revealed an innate nobility, which made people feel reserved.

The two silently abided by the principle of "eat without talking", maintained a heart of gratitude for food, and had a full meal.

After resting for a while, Shen Yun cleaned up the dishes, Yu Chengqi didn't slack off, and cleaned the room inside and out, although Shen Yun felt that the whole room was spotless and didn't need to be cleaned at all.

Shen Yun secretly looked at him, seeing him with his sleeves half rolled up, bending over and mopping the floor, he always felt that he was a bit overqualified.Even Brother Wang would not do this kind of trivial matter himself, but Yu Chengqi insisted on it all the time, whether it was the Rose Manor or the fifth military base.

It seems that Empress Mingde's educational philosophy is deeply rooted in his mind!

So she couldn't help asking that question again: "Can you tell me about Empress Mingde, anything is fine."

Yu Chengxi cleaned the mop and hung it in the air, washed his hands, and leaned against the wall to watch her wash the dishes carefully, as if he didn't know how long it would take.

Just when Shen Yun thought he wouldn't answer, a nostalgic voice suddenly sounded: "She is a very interesting person."

"She has a hobby of collecting jade vases. Once her precious jade vase broke, and I spent a lot of effort to glue it back, but she saw the clue at a glance and punished me to stand with the water bowl on it all afternoon."

"At this time, Zhou Cuo came to the palace to look for me, and she fooled me to Qu Jing's house. Unfortunately, Qu Jing also came, and then she fooled me to Zhou Cuo's house. The two ran back and forth several times, and finally collapsed on the ground from exhaustion. .”

"She likes to tease children?" Shen Yun asked.

"No, she knows that I didn't break the jade bottle, so she can teach the three of us a lesson." Yu Cheng replied curiously.

She was neither angry nor serious, and used a playful trick between children to achieve her purpose perfectly.

The woman who lived in other people's memory made Shen Yun's curiosity intensify.

While talking, Shen Yun opened the cabinet, arranged the bowls neatly, and dried his hands.

Yu Chengqi didn't want to recall too much, so he brought a glass and looked down at the notes: "The kid summed it up well, you should follow the above first..."

While Yu Chengqi was speaking, Shen Yun keenly felt the vibrations in the air behind him, and took a few steps back to press against the wall.

The next moment, a masked person swooped down into the room, the purple wings retracted behind him, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The man was about 1.7 meters five, with a medium build, neither fat nor thin. He turned his back to Shen Yun and stabbed at Yu Chengqi with a machete in his hand. .

A cold light flickered on the scimitar, and one of them happened to be aimed at Shen Yun's eyes. Under the strong light, she blocked her eyes with her backhand, her eyes slightly closed.

The masked man pressed forward step by step, and Yu Chengqi was able to cope with it freely. Suddenly, the masked man swayed and pointed his knife at Shen Yun. Shen Yun walked around behind him ghostly, and Yu Chengqi chased him, condensing his long sword.

"Zheng".

When the two swords met, Yu Chengqi's eyes locked on the masked man, making him feel an inevitable sense of danger.

Although his energy level differed greatly from Yu Chengqi's, his actual combat experience and adaptability were far inferior to Yu Chengqi's, and he was soon at a disadvantage.

He obviously knew that it would be of no benefit to him to fight any further, the task had been completed, and retreating was his best choice at the moment.

Although not reconciled, he retained his reason.

But when he saw Shen Yun behind him, the corners of his mouth suddenly rose: "My name is An Ye, remember my name. We will meet again soon."

After saying this, he flashed out of the window and disappeared into the night sky, as if he had never been there.

"What are you doing in a daze, chase after him!" Shen Jun shouted at Yu Chengqi, but Yu Chengqi was unmoved.

Frowning and looking at the room, the rickety benches, books scattered on the floor, and the wet mud prints on the ground all made him unbearable.

Is it not surprising?

His expression was too indifferent, only disgusted by the uninvited visitor, but didn't he suspect that he was the vanguard of the enemy?
(End of this chapter)