Quickly wear, what should I do if the vicious cannon fodder is too stupid

Feng He didn't show any intention of thanking Zhao Changyu. He just ate a chicken leg and walked back to Qingsi Hall along the same route.

All that was left were Zhao Changyu, who was watching his back, and the servant boy, whose mouth and hands were covered in grease.

Fenghe: Tongzi, is Zhao Changyu also studying here?

[Yes, Zhao Changyu is seventeen years old this year.]

Feng He understood and continued to eat the chicken leg.

When he came back, Cen Feiyu had already prepared snacks and was waiting for him at his seat.

Feng He's eyes lit up when she saw the exquisite wooden box in his hand.

Feng He immediately opened the wooden box and saw the delicately presented lavender pastries, which looked very sweet and delicious.

Feng He asked the system curiously: What is this? It looks delicious!

[Lotus powder paste.]

Feng He wants to eat something sweet now, and the chicken leg in her hand doesn’t taste as good anymore.

Feng He's eyes rolled around and he came up with a bad idea.

He said to Cen Feiyu in a haughty manner: "I don't want to eat this chicken drumstick now, but I can't let it go to waste, so... you can eat it for me."

The protagonist is such a proud person, he would definitely not eat the leftovers of others.

Haha, he is so smart.

Feng He handed his half-eaten chicken leg to Cen Feiyu.

There are potholes and crystal saliva on it.

Cen Feiyu was stunned for a moment. He stared at the chicken leg in Feng He's hand with an unclear expression and didn't speak for a long time.

Seeing that Cen Feiyu was slow to reach out to take it, Feng He impatiently stuffed the chicken leg into Cen Feiyu's hand.

Then he picked up the water chestnut powder paste with bright eyes.

Feng He stuffed the water chestnut paste into her mouth. It was sweet and thick, leaving a long aftertaste.

delicious.

But I don’t know if it was intentional, Fenghe only ate half of it and didn’t eat the rest.

In fact, he didn't do it on purpose, but the original owner's stomach wouldn't allow it.

The original owner loved to eat, but his appetite was very small.

Typical people are addicted to food.

Feng He got tired of it, so he closed the wooden box, put it aside, and prepared to lie down on the table and rest his eyes.

But he saw that Cen Feiyu did not eat the chicken leg he gave him, but kept the posture he gave him.

Feng He was a little angry. He angrily said to Cen Feiyu: "You didn't listen to me again!"

Feng He wanted to directly put the chicken leg into Cen Feiyu's mouth with the help of Cen Feiyu's hand.

However, the height difference between the two was too great, making it impossible to carry out the action, so Feng He became a little frustrated for a while.

He stepped directly onto the table top covered with white rice paper, hooked Cen Feiyu's neck, and put the chicken leg into his mouth.

Feng He smiled proudly as she watched Cen Feiyu's thin lips touching the chicken leg she had bitten.

He thought he would be able to wait until the viciousness value increased, but he didn't expect that the viciousness value did not appear for a long time.

Instead, it was Cen Feiyu who stared at Feng He with his pair of narrow and long phoenix eyes and pupils as black as ink without blinking, and then slowly began to eat the chicken leg that he had "fed" to him from his hand.

Feng He shuddered. Why did Cen Feiyu eat the chicken leg while looking at him? It was as if he was eating him.

Oh my god, what is he thinking!

Suddenly, a young man who looked about the same age as Feng He came over in a hurry and said anxiously, "Miss Feng, don't stand on the table. It's very dangerous."

The young master stretched out his hand, trying to help him down.

Feng He was just looking for an excuse to leave the table when this opportunity arose.

It’s just that... this table isn’t that high, so it’s not very dangerous.

Feng He put her hand on the young man's hand as if nothing had happened and helped him down.

Feng He didn't notice that the young master's face was slightly blushing, as if he was excited.

He...he he actually touched Feng He's hand.

So delicate, so white, so beautiful...

The other young masters gnashed their teeth and said, "Lin Yu, you only know how to show your affection."

This time he succeeded.

But it’s because Miss Feng is so cute today, she seems a little different from before…

Otherwise, they wouldn't have been so swaying before...

[Ding! Favorability +20, Favorability -5, Cumulative Favorability -5.]

Feng He: “…”

Does the male lead have that...

Feng He secretly watched Cen Feiyu finish eating the chicken leg, then he wrapped the bones in a handkerchief and prepared to throw them away.

Feng He quickly stopped Cen Feiyu and said, "Hey, wait, that's Zhao Changyu's handkerchief, don't throw it away yet, what if he wants to take it back?"

Cen Feiyu paused for a moment, then went out for a while and came back soon. When he came back, the bones were gone, leaving only a dirty handkerchief.

Feng He said with some disdain: "When the time comes, take him back and have someone wash him clean before giving him to me."

Cen Feiyu didn't say anything, but Feng He knew he had heard it.

Feng He pointed at the water chestnut flour cake on the table and said, "You can eat that too."

The water chestnut cake on the table had been half eaten, and there were a few tooth marks on the remaining half.

This time, Cen Feiyu did not pause like last time. He picked it up and ate it directly.

There didn't seem to be any discomfort.

Feng He blinked, somewhat confused.

Did you overcome that psychological barrier so quickly?

Forget it, I don’t know what the male protagonist is thinking.

This class was arithmetic class. The original owner was worst at arithmetic, so he was confused.

On the contrary, Cen Feiyu gave the answer the next second after the teacher asked them to think about the question.

Later, when the Master announced the answer, Cen Feiyu was indeed right.

Not just once, but almost every time.

Feng He silently complained: He is worthy of being the male lead.

After a day's classes, Feng He helped Cen Feiyu into the carriage, and then he collapsed on the soft couch in the carriage.

"I'm so tired after a whole day of classes. I must eat something good when I get home to replenish my energy."

Feng He muttered to himself.

Cen Feiyu, who had just got on the carriage, almost fell down.

Is he tired? He spent most of the day in class in a daze, sleeping, and sneaking snacks.

How could he be tired?

A very faint smile flashed across Cen Feiyu's eyes.

[Ding! Favorability +5, cumulative favorability 0.]

Feng He: “…” What happened to him?

After returning home, Feng He forgot all the homework assigned by the teacher in school.

Originally, I was supposed to memorize the new classical Chinese text I learned today.

Feng He thought of his miserable plot again: System, when did Cen Feiyu become emperor? I don't know whether this queen is the current prince's queen or Cen Feiyu.

[…Explore on your own.]

"what."

Feng He's helplessness has materialized into a cry of "Ah".

Forget it. This question is too confusing. He should first think about how to preserve the prosperity and wealth of the Marquis’ Mansion.

Since the original owner had already said that no one in the Marquis' Mansion could have a good attitude towards Cen Feiyu, he couldn't go and tell them that his previous words didn't count.

Otherwise it would not be in line with the original owner's personality.

Feng He decided that he should behave nicely to Cen Feiyu in the Marquis' Mansion, so that those people would think that he had changed his opinion of Cen Feiyu and would not allow others to bully him again.