Pet boy under the snow

Boom!

Obviously it was night, but it was like late at night outside the house, with a faint mist shrouded in the glass windows, and the sound of thunder was deafening.

The room was quiet and scary, as if to release all the loneliness inside.

"Haizhi?" Xuexia tried to shout while holding the puppet cat.

But no one responded, only the sound of raindrops splashing on the glass in the room.

"Baizhi." Xuexia quickly walked out of the room and shouted again in front of the living room.

Still no one answered, as if the fool had disappeared.

Ordinary people may be panicked by this time, but Xuexia is still calm.

She always felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't tell why.Given that person's character, he probably wouldn't leave casually. After all, according to him, the equality contract is a very important contract.

Where did he go?

"It's dinner!" Yukoshita tentatively shouted.

The figure of the puppet cat disappeared, and Baizhi's forehead and Yuukishita's forehead came into close contact.

Boom!

There was a muffled sound, and the two sat on the floor together.

"What are you doing? What are you doing when you become a puppet cat?" Xuexia held his forehead and screamed in a low voice, and quickly glared at the initiator with a sharp gaze.

"I want to try to see if the reason why you were unhappy just now is because of the puppet cat. Now it seems that my guess should be correct." Baizhi said.

The head of this chaotic fire was really iron, nothing happened after the forehead hit, and the tone was as natural as before.

"In fact, you don't need to be angry because of this kind of thing, as long as there is an illusion technique and theoretically everything I can illusion.

"Or should I go to the mall again?" he asked again.

"No, no, let's talk about it when I go next time." Faced with Shirachi's soliciting words, Yukinoshita sighed helplessly.

Then, thinking of something, she stared at the dalmatian puppet with an icy look again.

"Also, put that puppet dog into your room and never let me see it again."

Chapter 50

The mid-term exam, according to the teacher's words, is to test the students' learning achievements in the past half semester. Even Miss Yukoshita, who is the first school year, needs a little review to deal with the next mid-term exam.

The warm light enveloped the living room, and the rain outside the house was still falling. Shirachi walked out of the bathroom after taking a shower, wiping his wet hair, and picked up the cold black tea on the table. He put the black tea beside the snow.

"Thank you." Xuexia took a sip of the black tea, put it at the table, and continued to do the exercises.

"It's almost six o'clock, don't you want to cook first? You can review it at night, and you will have more energy when you are full," Bai Zhi said.

"It's only past four o'clock, and it's less than half an hour since you just finished eating the snack. If you stop now, the efficiency of reviewing later will become worse."

Xuexia paused, "When people want to postpone something, they always want to push it to their future self. They pretend that their future self will do better than their present self, but this is just one thing. Kind of evasive thought."

Baizhi raised his head to think, and nodded in agreement, "Is there any question you need to ask? I have read a lot of books before. If you don't understand, just ask me, you are welcome."

"No need, just review it a bit, it's better to ask you to sit aside and be quiet for half an hour, don't disturb me."

"Oh, then I can read the book." Baizhi sat down beside her honestly and opened the book with one hand.

The dialogue between Xueba and Xueba is either endless or it is so concise and clear.

Yukoshita finished a paper, stretched his muscles, and glanced at the book in Baizhi's hand. His expression hesitated, and he glanced at the relished Baizhi who was reading.

She couldn't help but put her hand on Shirachi's forehead.

"Contractor, your behavior is incomprehensible." Feeling the soft and cold touch against his forehead, and the close face of Xuexia, and the care in his eyes, Bai Zhi was quite puzzled. .

"Did you have a fever during the rain yesterday?" Xuexia pressed the back of her hand to Shirachi's forehead again, but did not feel any signs of hotness.

Bai Zhi suddenly raised his hand and placed it on his forehead under the snow.

"What are you doing?!" Xuexia stepped back a few steps without expecting Shirachi's sudden movement.

"Try to imitate your actions and think about the meaning of your behavior." Baizhi said, "but I still didn't understand it."

"...I just think it's weird, isn't the book in your hand a romance novel? You would read this kind of book too?" Xuexia looked at the cover of the book.

"I don't want to write an autobiography, so it is very interesting to study romance novels and express my thoughts in words." When Shirachi said this, he patted his forehead in distress.

Originally, Baizhi wanted to save all of his experiences by writing an autobiography and save it for himself in the future.

But when I wrote it halfway, I found it meaningless, so I didn't write it.

However, in the past two days of Cuckoo, Baizhi’s registered mailbox has been frantically harassed by a certain editor of the website, roughly to persuade him to continue writing, "Although the plot is boring to everyone’s guess, but the settings of those monsters And the power system is very interesting, the protagonist’s personality is also quite fun, and the heroine is very clear, I hope to continue to write it down.” This is the editor’s original words.

But the things that the fire of chaos is determined will not be easily changed, so the fire of chaos successfully turned into a dove of chaos.

"Study on romance novels...Do you want to write romances too?" Xuexia put down his pen and sneered, making no secret of his disdain.

"What's the use of just looking at other people's works? You don't even understand human feelings, how do you write? A man confesses to a woman, a woman happily accepts, and then the two of them live a happy life?"

Bai Zhisi was not embarrassed and said calmly: "Based on what I have observed in the past, human emotions can be roughly divided into two forms. One is the superficial level of emotions. For example, a person is laughing and joking in front of the public. When I’m alone at home, I enter a certain autistic mode. In fact, many people don’t know which personality is the real self."

"Is it personal?" Xuexia was startled, and he pondered for a while. "Most people in modern society seem to have similar symptoms."

Yukoshita said this, but didn't realize that the ministry where he was in was actually a sanatorium. Biqigu, Shiroshi, and Yukoshita were all people with only one kind of "personality." Difficult things.

"Similar to what you said," Bai Zhi nodded, "there is another kind of feelings that are hidden in their hearts, and they don't even know about them. The feelings hidden in the heart cannot be calculated, but the superficial feelings can be calculated. , So as long as I don’t write about deep emotions, there should be no problem."

"You also think too simple. The structure of the characters is not as simple as you think. Many writers don't understand their characters."

Baizhi pondered for a while, "Similar to last week I posted a personal evaluation of myself in the comment area at the bottom of the book, and the following comment is: You are just a book writer, you know the protagonist... and Does this mean the same?"

Yukoshita couldn't help but secretly laughed. He noticed Shirachi’s sight and quickly suppressed the smile. "In short, you are not suitable for writing romance novels. The delicate emotional handling is for you now. Words are unattainable."

Silent silence.

"Is this hit?" Xuexia murmured, then glanced at Bai Zhi, and found that his head was lowered, and his black bangs blocked his eyes, making it impossible to see what he was thinking...

Oh, no, even if you don't block your eyes, others can't see what he is thinking.

"Wait longer and experience more things, even you can write good works with delicate feelings." Yukoshita patted Shirachi's shoulder lightly, what he said is the same as when he criticized Cai Muzao. The poison tongue formed a sharp contrast.

"In other words, do I need to personally experience it before I can write that kind of delicate works?" Bai Zhi thoughtfully.