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

"System, does this fit in with the original owner's setting?" Feng He asked while standing in front of the kitchen sink.

[The original owner was quite timid at first. He wanted to play with these young masters, but he was also inferior. He would definitely do something to please them.]

Feng He was relieved then.

He went into the refrigerator and took out a large chilled watermelon and two cantaloupes, cut them up, and placed them on a plate before bringing them over.

Without stopping for a moment, he returned to the kitchen.

He took out the litchi and bayberry soup from the refrigerator, added a few bowls and passed them over.

Then he started to peel a red pomelo. He liked pomelo, so he secretly ate a slice.

This pomelo is sour and sweet, and very juicy.

Feng He finally took a can of Coke.

After Feng He finished taking the food, the young masters were eating fruits and drinking fruit juice.

Song Ziqin looked at the thin boy who was a little out of breath and said awkwardly: "Don't listen to their nonsense. You have done so many things just now. I will give you money."

Song Ziqin had wanted to say it a long time ago, but Feng He always ran away too fast.

Feng He's eyes lit up when he heard this. What a good thing! Not only could he get points by completing the task, but he could also get money.

But Feng He didn't say this. He swallowed and said, "Master Song, can I play with you? I want to play too."

He said this in a loud voice, and everyone in the audience heard it, but there was another silence.

Feng He has gotten used to it. After the silence, there will be a burst of laughter.

as predicted.

Song Ziqin was stunned. He didn't expect that this person with a low sense of presence would say such a thing.

"Do you have a bathing suit?"

Zhang Ying asked with some amusement.

Feng He shook his head honestly.

"Then what do you want to play?"

Another young man asked, his name was Yu Xinri.

Feng He's eyes lit up, and he said, "I think your water cushion is fun, I want to sit on it and try it out. I've never played like this before, I've only bathed in the river, but in the shallows. I can't swim."

"puff!"

"Ha ha ha ha."

"What? Hahaha, he's still bathing in the river. Why do I think this little bumpkin is so cute?"

“I think so too!”

Sounds came one after another.

"Okay, come down and play, and then go back and take a hot bath." Song Ziqin scratched his head and said to Feng He.

He pulled a cartoon air cushion beside him to the edge of the swimming pool.

Feng He took off his sandals and stepped on the air cushion with his feet. Song Ziqin was dazzled by the whiteness of his feet and then looked away uncomfortably.

Feng He sat on the air cushion and paddled excitedly with her hands.

He was worried that his long hair would get wet, so he used a small rubber band on his hand to tie it into a small bun on his head.

The reason why he has a small rubber band on his hand is that his mother gave it to him. Because his hair is too long, and sometimes when it is very hot, he will tie the front part into a small bunch.

Feng He took a bowl of iced bayberry and lychee and drank it while playing in the swimming pool.

He was enjoying himself and had no intention of paying attention to others.

The system couldn't help but remind you several times: you are playing with them, not alone.

But seeing Feng He's happy expression, he silently took back his words.

Feng He finished a bowl of iced bayberry and lychee, only to find that everyone in the field was looking at him without him noticing.

Feng He also looked at them in confusion.

Song Ziqin was the first to react, and his face turned red.

He was stunned by what he saw just now. He looked at his friends again and found that they didn't seem to be much better.

The bright summer sunshine shone on Feng He, making him look white. In the silent film woven together with the mixture of summer green and ice blue, it seemed as if he was the only one illuminating.

Most importantly, the little tufts of hair on his head add a touch of liveliness and cuteness to his pretty face. He is enough to become the powerful white moonlight in everyone's memory.

"Hiss! Why didn't I notice just now that this little bumpkin looks so..."

"Shut up, you're the bumpkin, he's obviously a beauty!"

"Zhang Ying, you are such a butcher. You just asked him to help you with the work."

"Oh my god, you said that as if you weren't smiling."

The whispering started again.

"Hello, my name is Yu Xinri, what's your name?"

Yu Xinri was the first to introduce himself to Fenghe and asked his name.

"My name is Feng He."

The other people looked at Yu Xinri with eyes that seemed to hold knives.

"Where are you from? My name is Zhang Ying."

"I am from Qingshu Village, Linhua Town, Shan City."

Feng He said honestly that this was his home in this world.

The group of young masters were stunned. This was a corner they had never heard of.

It turns out that Feng He really meant bathing in the river when he just said bathing in the river. In the river near the village.

The atmosphere was a little stagnant for a moment.

"Oh, okay, do you know how to swim? I can teach you."

Another young man immediately eased the atmosphere and offered to teach Feng He how to swim.

Feng He's eyes lit up, he felt that this should be considered as playing with them.

"okay, thank you!"

“I can teach, too.”

"I can too."

"I also……"

The atmosphere became lively again. Feng He played in the water and swam with them, but the time was too short and he had not yet learned how to swim.

I only know some knowledge about this.

Feng He was not wearing a swimsuit, just her shorts and T-shirt.

The clothes were a bit heavy in the water, and it was not very smooth to stretch my arms and legs. And the clothes stuck to my body, which was not comfortable.

Feng He wanted to go back quickly to take a shower and change clothes.

When he heard the sound of the engine in the yard, the system's voice prompting that the mission was completed also appeared.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the limited-time mission, +3000 points.]

Feng He was also a little tired, so she said goodbye to everyone: "Goodbye, let's play again next time, I have to go back to study."

"Hey, wait, I want to add you on WeChat..."

"Me too."

"And I."

"Damn, Song Ziqin, how are you so lucky to have such a cute little bumpkin at home!"

"That's right!"

Song Ziqin didn't say anything, but the curve of his lips couldn't be retracted, because he also felt that he was very lucky.

……

Unfortunately, the sounds were too soft and Feng He didn't hear them.

Who would have thought that the teenagers who were so socially arrogant just now would be shy now and speak so softly.

Feng He came back, took a hot bath, and started studying again.

Fenghe felt that Song Ziqin's friends came to play more frequently, and sometimes they would specifically invite Fenghe to go along, and Fenghe would agree every time.

Before we knew it, it’s already late August and school will start in just over a week.

The difference is that Song Ziqin seemed to want to come and play with him, but every time he saw Feng He studying, he would leave on his own accord.

When Feng He took out the summer homework from the original owner's schoolbag, nothing had been done.

Over the past month, Fenghe would occasionally spend some time doing her homework.

But he spent more time reviewing the knowledge points of his first and second year of high school.

We must first lay a solid foundation.

So when school was about to start, he didn't frantically make up his homework like other students.

Before school started, Feng's mother took Feng He out to buy some seasonal clothes, and also took him to prepare some daily necessities and study supplies.

Feng's mother wanted Feng He to live on campus because it was not good for her to always live in her employer's home.

Peking University Affiliated High School has a lot of students, so it also has dormitories for boarding students.

The Beijing University Affiliated High School has a one-week holiday. Every Sunday afternoon, we go to school for evening self-study, and then we have a weekend holiday until Friday afternoon.

Feng He had no objection since there were no task requirements for the time being.

Moreover, Monday and Friday are both working days, and generally there should be no task requirements.

Because the main characters are busy with work, study and other things.

"Xiao He, your hair is too long. It blocks your vision and is not good for your studies. Come on, mom will take you to the barber shop to get a haircut."

Feng He nodded obediently.

Feng's mother took Feng He to a nearby barber shop. There weren't many people there at the time, so they only had to wait for a while before they could get their hair cut.

"What kind of haircut do you want, handsome boy?"

The hairdresser next to her was a kind and amiable auntie. She asked Feng He while putting on a brown apron for her.

Mother Feng covered her mouth and laughed, saying, "Just a normal short cut will do. It will look more refreshing. Reveal his eyes. I'm afraid he won't be able to see the blackboard during class."

"okay."

The barber agreed readily.

With a few clicks of the scissors, Fenghe's overly long hair took on a refreshing shape.

As Feng He's eyebrows and eyes slowly revealed, the hairdresser gradually showed a look of surprise.