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

Feng He returned to his room and took a shower first. He paused while changing his clothes.

The original owner's clothes were mostly of exaggerated styles, a bit non-mainstream, which was not his favorite style.

Forget it, I'll just buy two online.

Feng He quickly placed an order online and bought three sets of normal-looking clothes. Three sets of clothes should be enough for changing.

When you go to school, the school should also provide you with school uniforms.

Wear school uniform at school.

Feng He stayed in his room like this, and his mother brought him breakfast, lunch and dinner every day.

The nannies have their own small kitchen for eating, and Fenghe usually eats with them.

But Feng's mother was more considerate and helped him bring in the food, probably because she was worried that he would feel uncomfortable.

Fenghe felt very comfortable.

Mom, I’m fine.

……

I have been lying in the room for almost half a month. Because I have a mobile phone to play with, Fenghe doesn't go to bed until almost twelve o'clock every night.

I was really scared by the previous world. There was no entertainment and all I did every day was sleep.

He saw very few people in the past half month, except for his mother and Mrs. Song. Sometimes he would also see Mr. Song who finished his work early.

Song Ziqin had just finished his high school entrance exam, and now was the time when he was spending the most time. He was nowhere to be found every day.

I haven't seen him since the last time I saw him, he was having breakfast in the middle of the day.

The system previously said that Song Chongjiang would come back to stay for a few days at a fixed time, but maybe he was too busy with company affairs during this period and he never came back.

Feng He was happy and at ease. After all, as long as he didn't have the chance to meet these protagonists, he wouldn't have to trigger the mission.

Why not?

Feng He happily ate the takeaway he ordered: fried chicken and milk tea, and watched funny videos.

[Ding! Song Chongjiang is going home tonight. He will bring Song Ziqin and Mrs. Song a cake that they really like and is extremely hard to get. And you can't help but steal it and eat it when you see the exquisite and flawless cake. Please complete the task on time! ]

Feng He: “…”

wh...what?

Stealing food? Is this a big deal for the first mission?

This is not something that has been discovered...you must be kicked out!

Feng He swallowed his saliva. He really didn't dare to do such a risky thing...

And he didn't want to steal food.

Not only was he afraid of Song Chongjiang getting angry, he was also afraid of seeing Mrs. Song's disappointed look and his mother's incredulous gaze.

"How would I steal it? If Song Chongjiang bought a lot and I secretly took one piece, would it be possible that they wouldn't notice?"

Feng He asked with hope.

[As long as you steal it and eat it, it's fine.]

Feng He breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay!"

Ever since Feng He had a task to complete on time, the fried chicken and milk tea in her hand no longer smelled good, and she couldn't concentrate on playing with her phone.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Song Chongjiang finally arrived. Feng He hid in the corner of the door curtain of the living room and secretly watched Song Chongjiang, focusing on the cakes he brought.

He originally wanted to look at his "mission target" pastries, but now his attention was attracted by Song Chongjiang.

Song Chongjiang is thirty years old, in a mature and extremely charming period.

Not to mention his handsome and delicate face, his strong and healthy body alone has attracted the admiration of countless people of the opposite sex or the same sex.

He was estimated to be over 1.88 meters tall, his hair was neatly fixed with hairspray, and the suit he wore was not wrinkled at all.

The whole person has a very strong aura, and just standing here is enough to make people weak in the knees.

He looked like he had just returned from work.

He is extremely sensible and will not forget to spend adequate time with his family because of work.

From this we can see how responsible and considerate he would be if he were in love or started a family.

But he is still single, which makes him the dream lover of countless rich ladies in the circle.

Feng He couldn't help but stare at him for a long time. After all, who doesn't like to look at handsome guys?

It wasn't until the system beeped at him that he responded.

He shook his head vigorously and turned his gaze back to Song Chongjiang's right hand holding the exquisite gift box.

There is no one in the living room at home now. Mr. Song has not returned home yet. Mrs. Song seems to be taking a shower. Song Ziqin is playing with his friends and has not returned home yet.

It seems that Song Chongjiang did not inform his family in advance when he returned home this time.

Sure enough, when Song Chongjiang saw that there was no one in the living room, he put down the pastries and went upstairs to his room.

He lived here before he got a job and had his own room.

Feng He breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Song Chongjiang's figure disappear around the corner of the stairs.

The aunts were busy in the kitchen when the security guard informed them that Song Chongjiang had returned.

There is no one in the living room on the first floor of the house...

Feng He was nervous and her heart was beating very fast.

Now is the best time for him to sneak some cakes.

To be on the safe side, he first ran outside to see if there was any sound of a car returning, to make sure Mr. Song would not come home suddenly.

no car.

Feng He felt relieved and decided to end the battle quickly.

The pastries on the table were beautifully packaged, with a beautiful bow ribbon tied outside the gift box.

Fenghe didn't care whether she could tie it or not, she would just open it first.

After opening the box, Feng He was dumbfounded. The pastries inside were arranged piece by piece, and it would be easy to find if one piece was missing.

Feng He was almost crying with anxiety.

"System, system, what should I do? Come up with a solution for me quickly."

[First, take out the one in the corner, and then arrange the rest of the cakes according to the method I showed you.]

After the system finished speaking, a picture appeared in Feng He's mind.

It was a picture of the placement of nine pastries.

There were originally ten pieces of pastries in the box, but Feng He stole one and ate it, so only nine were left.

He followed the system's instructions and picked up an inconspicuous one from the corner, then rearranged the other pastries.

The system considerately added a pair of plastic gloves on his hands.

After completing a series of actions, Fenghe no longer knows how to tie a bow.

Feng He bit her chubby lips with her row of white little teeth, wanting to cry but without the tears.

"System, I'm so stupid. Is there any way to tie the bow directly? I can buy it with points."

[…500 points.]

"make a deal!"

Feng He didn't feel any pity at all.

Once the five hundred points were deducted, the bow was already tied, and it was no different from when Fenghe opened it.

But it looks like Feng He tied it herself.

As soon as Feng He stole the pastries, she immediately ran back into the room, fearing that she would be seen by others.

Feng He closed the door and locked it.

He patted his chest to calm himself down. Oh my God, this was the first time he did such a dangerous thing.

But luckily it worked.

He took out the pastries, which smelled very fragrant. The bottom was printed with very ancient-style hairpin-shaped small characters, which read "Matcha".

It means that the cake he took was matcha flavored.

Feng He stuffed it directly into his mouth.

Well!

Delicious!

The quantity is a bit small.

The cake is sweet but not greasy, the matcha is rich, sweet at first and bitter later, but it is balanced in the cake without being too bitter.

The flavors of the pastries are distinctly layered, and the taste of each layer is eye-opening and makes your scalp numb.

"Wow, system, this cake is so delicious! It's a pity that you are a virtual body, so you can't eat it."

Feng He licked her fingers after eating.

[……]Thanks for the reminder, I’m not interested.

Just as Feng He swallowed the last bite of pastry, the system notification sounded.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the time-limited mission, +1000 points. After deducting the 500 points for tying the bow, there are 500 points left.]

After finishing her meal, Feng He closed her eyes comfortably, then happily fell on the bed and continued playing with her phone.