Quick time travel: The cold villain is acting like a baby in my arms again

Mu Ciwan heard about Wu Hui from Qiu Cimu the next day.

Still Muciwan arrived earlier than Qiucimu.

When the other party walked in against the light, there was no trace of blood on his cheeks, and he looked sickly white. Although he was wearing a school uniform with a thin spring jacket, it couldn't hide the coldness between his brows at all.

Walking over, Mu Ciwan very consciously gave up his seat to Qiu Cimu, and handed him the strawberry-flavored yogurt he bought by the way.

"Try?"

Qiu Cimu put the schoolbag in the drawer, looked at the strawberry yogurt that Mu Ciwan handed him in front of him, "You should know by now that I don't eat these things."

"What's there, try it, in case there is something you like to eat?"

Of course Mu Ciwan knew that he didn't like to eat them, but the masters of the previous world liked them, so she always saw them and couldn't help but buy them.

"If you don't want to eat it, you can leave it or throw it away."

Qiu Cimu frowned fiercely, his light-colored pupils seemed to have a little halo, falling on Mu Ciwan's body, clearly reflecting her appearance, "Don't look at other people through me."

Mu Ciwan was startled for a moment, then smiled and said, "I didn't look at other people, I just looked at you."

And only you.

It's a pity that Qiucimu acted as if he didn't hear it at all. He lowered his head and threw the strawberry yogurt into the drawer, and then didn't move.

"Wu Hui has already dealt with it."

The topic was changed unexpectedly, but Mu Ciwan had long been used to following Qiu Cimu's train of thought, knowing that he was changing the subject.

"So, why is she not afraid of the sun and hasn't been registered yet?"

"She didn't fall into a deep sleep, she kept hiding herself."

Qiu Cimu wakes up after a long sleep, but Wu Hui is not. She has been hiding since the blood race and humans talked about peace. , but there is no identity in the school.

"She has no life in her hands for the time being, and it should be handed over to the relevant department for handling."

This is explaining the cause and effect to her.

Mu Ciwan wanted to continue asking, but was interrupted by Zhao Chao who hurried over.

"Boss, boss, do you know? I had a very wonderful dream last night."

Mu Ciwan: "..." Of course I know.

Excitement was written all over Zhao Chao's face, wishing he could tell others what dream he had on the spot, but he held back all the way.

"Let me tell you, I dreamed that I was so powerful that I knocked a monster unconscious with an iron rod. At that time, you were right next to me and handed me the iron rod. I heard that it seemed to be you. High technology developed."

This dream was quite real, and all the credit was on him.

Mu Ciwan waved his hand, not intending to worry about these things, and said slowly: "Really, it seems that your dream of being a hero is about to come true."

"I also think that when I was dreaming, I saw Ultraman Tiga come to me with something and said, do you believe in light?"

When he said this, his eyes were shining brightly, he competed with the second-year middle school boy in the manga, and he even felt that he was going to fight together in the next second.

Mu Ciwan always knew that Zhao Chao had a dream of being a chivalrous hero. His soul was burning in the second year of middle school. Every day he fantasized that he was the protagonist in the story, hoping to save the world one day.

But what the other party did has nothing to do with her, just show respect and understanding.

Boy, young, normal.

"By the way, Altman took off his mask, guess who is under the mask?"

Zhao Chao clenched his right fist and hammered his left hand, looked at Mu Ciwan in surprise and said, but he kept looking at Qiu Cimu from the corner of his eye.

Mu Ciwan: "..."

Doesn't your expression just say it clearly, who else could it be if it wasn't her master?

Although Mu Ciwan has never seen Ultraman, he has also heard about it. Can this mask be taken off?

Qiucimu on the side had already calmly took out a book and looked down there, Zhao Chao's excited voice came to his ears sentence by sentence, "It's Xueba, you know I saw Xueba's face How excited were you after that?"

The students around him laughed when they heard his words, "Zhao Chao, you are too imaginative. Could it be that the Zhou Gong in the dream is telling you to study hard and be like a schoolmaster?"

"Is learning the weapon of battle?"

"But I have to say, your brain is well done, you can use it to write novels."

Zhao Chao didn't get angry when everyone said something to each other. He scratched the back of his head and looked at them with a smile until Meng Hua came over and slapped Zhao Chao on the forehead, "Why didn't you wait for me and left today?"

As soon as Zhao Chao noticed Meng Hua, his bronze-colored face suddenly turned dark and red. He looked like a shy little man, which seemed contrary to him no matter how he looked at it.

He hesitated for a long time and dared not go to see Meng Hua, but it was Meng Hua who cried last night and his eyes were still a little swollen, but he was in a very good state of mind. He pulled Zhao Chao's ear and walked to his seat: "Forget it." , I will not pursue today's matter, you go to the morning task first to complete."

It was rare for Zhao Chao not to protest and struggle today, and he was obediently taken away by Meng Hua.

The seat suddenly returned to calm.

Only then did Mu Ciwan look at Qiu Cimu who had been reading with his head down.

His eyelashes are thick and long, and because of the white lights of the classroom, they cast a small shadow under his eyes.

The white skin also looks fairer because of the light.

"Is your condition a little bad today?"

Mu Ciwan said suddenly.

Qiu Cimu was startled, he didn't expect the other party to find out so easily.

His state today is really not good. It is really difficult for him to suppress a blood clan of one generation forcibly suppressing another blood clan that is not pure but is still of the same generation, and the other party is still sucking blood.

Fortunately, everything was handled in a timely manner, and it has not yet reached the point of being uncontrollable.

Last night, he contacted other blood clans overnight and told them to find out if there were any evil blood clans or unregistered blood clans outside.

Wu Hui scolded him all night.

At first he thought it was nothing, but in the end she scolded more and more badly, and Mu Ciwan was involved, so he gradually became impatient, looking at that tongue, he wanted to cut her off.

This is an emotion that shouldn't be felt.

Qiu Cimu rubbed his forehead, and used some power to suppress the other party. He knew that his condition would be very bad, but he didn't want to hear flies buzzing in his ears.

So the next day's state will be so bad.

Thinking about it, he curled up his fingers on the table, and chose a more neutral answer: "It's okay."

This is not considered neutral in Mu Ciwan's ears.

Her eyes lingered on Qiu Cimu's profile until the head teacher came in with a stack of papers in her arms, and then she slowly retracted her gaze, but there was a hint of deep thought in her eyes.