After the leader of He Sen

"It's almost time to sleep." Fu Jiang whispered in my ear.

"Well, you can use the bathroom as you like, go wash up." My ears were itchy from his breath, and I pushed his face away from him, which was too close, "But I don't have any underwear here for you to change .”

He didn't listen to what I said at all, and only cared about what he focused on: "Where do I sleep later?"

"Sleep in my bed." The pampered young master would definitely not want to let him sleep on the sofa. There are a lot of empty rooms in the house, but I don't have time to clean them and they are basically in a state of dust accumulation.

His eyes lit up: "Are you with the teacher?"

I glanced at him, "I'm not going to sleep tonight, I have work to do."

"What kind of work, can't you do it tomorrow?" He slid down the sofa and squatted down, resting his chin on the knee of my right leg and looking up at me. This guy must have practiced this movement many times, and he knows how interesting this expression is. Seductive.

I already know that he has feelings for me beyond the teacher-student relationship, and the best way to deal with it at this time is to beat his ass hard and let him go home quickly.But for some reason, my brain seems to be bewitched by something, and my rejection is always not straightforward enough.

"Fu Jiang," I put my hand on his crow-black hair, "has anyone ever said that you have an irresistible quality?"

He smiled, not agreeing or satisfied, but arrogant, he grabbed my hand and rubbed it on my pink and lovely cheek, "Does the teacher feel the same way?"

I didn't speak.

He changed his posture, knelt down on his knees, raised his head, straightened his slender and fragile neck, and said in the tone of a child begging for candy from an adult, "Teacher, can you kiss me?"

I touched his face and leaned over.

His eyes became confused: "Old Lixiang——ahhhhhhhhh, teacher, don't pinch my face! It hurts!"

"You bastard," I said with a dark face, unceremoniously pinching his tender skin, "Go wash and sleep!"

"What?" He stood up angrily and rubbed his blushing face, "he didn't take the bait."

"No matter how beastly I am, I won't attack my own students."

"It's old-fashioned, and it's not sure who will attack whom." After Fu Jiang said this, he was probably afraid of being pinched in the face again, so he hurriedly ran towards the bathroom. He slipped to the door and didn't forget to turn his head and make a face at me. .

There was the sound of rushing water in the bathroom, and I subconsciously wanted to smoke a cigarette, but I remembered that when I was with Mori Ogai tonight, I was already smoking the fourth one, and my extra rewards had been used up.

"Damn it." I put the cigarette case back unwillingly, and turned to turn on the laptop to prepare for the second chapter of "Weird House".

Let me recall where I wrote it last time. Is it the place where the protagonist saw the little fox selling roasted sweet potatoes?Called up the manuscript of the first chapter, yes, yes, it is indeed the case.

Before writing the first chapter, I thought about how to connect the content of this sentence, so I started typing smoothly:

[I have never eaten the baked sweet potatoes sold by Fox, so I am curious about what it tastes like.After hesitating for a few minutes, I plucked up my courage and went downstairs. The smaller of the two foxes spotted me poking my head, and said to me enthusiastically, "Would you like a roasted sweet potato?"

The voice is almost indistinguishable from that of a human, and for a moment I felt that my anthropophobia was about to break out.

"Come here!" The little fox greeted me with its furry paws.

The uneasiness in my heart was suppressed abruptly, and I walked to the small cart.

"Sit down quickly." The red-haired little fox who greeted me just now moved out a small stool.

"Thank you." I said cautiously.

The red-haired little fox looked at me with a smile: "Would you like a sweet potato?"

"Well, but...but is it okay to buy your sweet potatoes with human money?" By the way, I don't have much money left in my pocket.

"Human paper money cannot be circulated among monsters." The little fox said with his waist in his hand.

"Then...then what should I do?"

The red-haired little fox thought for a while: "Let's exchange it with a human handicraft, can't human beings make many interesting things?"

"Crafts... Please wait a moment." I ran back upstairs to fetch the drinking cup, "Is this okay?"

"What a beautiful cup!" The red-haired little fox happily took the cup in my hand, "How is the abstract starry sky above colored?"

The pattern on this cup is an imitation of Van Gogh's painting "Sunflower". At that time, I bought it at a promotional event in the store. As for how to color the cup, I really didn't pay attention to it.

"Sorry, I don't know either." I said guiltily, scratching my head.

The little fox's ears moved, he narrowed his eyes and looked at me and said, "You are such a strange human being."

What a failure, it’s fine to be out of place among humans, even the fox said I was weird and wanted to cry.

"Xiao Jing! What rude words did you say again! This human lady is about to cry!" The big fox who was roasting sweet potatoes came aggressively and punched the little fox.

"Mom, you are so fierce." The fox named Xiao Jing said aggrievedly, covering her head.

"Quickly apologize to Miss Human." Mother Fox said angrily.

"No, no, it's none of its business..."

"Give me back the cup, I shouldn't say you're weird." Xiao Jing returned the cup to me with a big bag on his head, "The roasted sweet potato is my treat."]

"Teacher, what are you doing?" Fu Jiang's voice suddenly rang in his ears.

I was so scared that I jumped up from my seat, but because I only had one leg, I couldn't stand still and fell back.

"Say hello before you talk to me, okay? I'm scared to death by you."

"I've called you many times, but you didn't respond at all." Fu Jiang frowned and leaned in front of my computer screen, "Is the teacher writing a story?"

"Yeah." I didn't want to hide the matter of writing a novel from him on purpose.

"Really? What kind of story is it?" His reaction was more exciting than I expected. "Is it about love? Or a horror-oriented mystery novel?"

I replied blankly: "It's a fairy tale."

As I expected, he looked away uninterestedly: "So poor."

I found out that Fu Jiang is an undomesticated little beast. He expresses his most primitive thoughts and desires frankly. He has not learned the way of life such as learning to read the atmosphere.

Now everyone only dares to attack and judge others at will through the Internet, but Fu Jiang is the kind who will go straight to a girl who puts on a new dress and wants to be praised, and says: "This dress doesn't match you at all, really. ugly" people.

He didn't mean to hurt others by saying this, he just sincerely expressed what he thought in his heart.

Naive and cruel.

What kind of environment can cultivate children with this character?Could it be that he said he had a father who was always violent to him and a mother who died early?

I suspect he was lying to me about the family situation he said earlier.