Terror recovery: I became the shadow of the school belle sister

Yun Tian put away his previous cynical expression, his eyes were firm and sincere.

Tang Hao nodded: "Count me in!"

Night falls.

Winter nights always come early, and there are small snowflakes outside the window.

The hotel room is filled with the smell of aromatherapy, which Xiaopang doesn't like very much.He walked to the balcony and gently pushed open the glass door.

Unlike the blizzard a few days ago, it was only light snow tonight, and the wind was surprisingly soft.

Snowflakes fell one by one, burying the noise of people.

Xiaopang leaned against the outer railing of the balcony, put his arms on it, and gently raised one hand, palm facing upwards.

The snowflakes fell on the palm of the hand and melted instantly.Beautiful things are always fleeting, but you can't keep them if you want to keep them.

Fatty sighed, the life of a human race is about [-] days, maybe they live a shorter life like them and have fewer worries.

Xiaopang thought to himself, lowered his head and turned around to look into the distance again. In front of him, there were endless mountains with no end in sight, and the nearby snowflakes shone brightly under the light of the street lamps.

From the corner of the eye, someone seemed to be staring at him on the balcony next door.

Fatty turned his face to the right, Amy Ai was holding a teacup, leaning against the railing, staring blankly at him.

Black jeans and a white shirt with three buttons unbuttoned at the neckline and the cuffs rolled up to her forearms.

The short black hair was blown by the breeze, and the soft hair was gently attached to the delicate face.

The two looked at each other silently, the air seemed to be still, and Xiaopang did not avoid Amy's gentle gaze.

Amy is also very bold. Although her cheeks are slightly hot at the moment and her heartbeat misses half a beat, she is absolutely unwilling to miss the transmission of this subtle emotion.

The two stared at each other for ten seconds, Xiaopang first looked away, still looking at the distant mountains.

The corners of Amy's mouth curled up slightly. Just as she had guessed, Xiaopang was an ice cube without love for children, and there was no trace of curiosity about herself in her eyes.

It's just wishful thinking.

"that……"

Amy cleared her throat and spoke in a low voice, wanting to break the awkward atmosphere.

"Master Liang, it's snowing. Why don't you rest in your room? It's still cold outside. I see you're wearing very little clothes. Be careful not to catch cold."

"Well, come out to get some air, I'm not cold." Xiaopang said coldly.

"and also."

"Ok?"

"You don't need to call me that in the future, I'm not a great god. Call me Xiaopang, or Uncle Yuan."

"Uncle Yuan? Haha, you are so young, isn't it a bit weird for others to call you Uncle Yuan?"

Amy covered her mouth and snickered, but she didn't stop it for a while. She just thought it was funny. Although Xiaopang was many years older than her, he was a young talent in the Paradise. Calling him Uncle Yuan was a bit of an advantage for him.

Xiaopang was a little confused. He didn't understand why Amy laughed at him. Uncle Yuan was a name he had been using in Jiangcheng to hide his identity.

When Tang Hao called himself Uncle Yuan, he probably had the same expression. Why?
"Thank you!"

"Huh? What?"

Hearing Xiaopang's sudden thanks, Amy froze for a moment, bit her lower lip lightly, and waited for Xiaopang to say the next sentence.

"Um,"

Xiaopang answered for himself, then closed his eyes, turned and walked back to the room.

The balcony was empty and quiet, and the glass door was slowly closed.

Amy took a sip of the cold boiled water and rubbed her arms a few times, only now did she feel the cold air outside.

Although there was only a brief exchange, for her, it was enough for now, and the future will last forever...

The six of them went to bed one after another. Everyone was very tired after a day, and they had to get up early tomorrow.

Dream Moose opened his eyes, looked around, got up slowly, stomped the ground, and stretched lazily.

I slept well in the car all the way during the day, except for a little motion sickness, it was also solid.

The hotel at night is naturally his hunting ground. People from different places live in each room here, dreaming different types of dreams.

Tonight was going to last again, Meng Mi shook the hair on her body, jumped off the sofa chair, gently opened the door lock, and walked out of Tang Hao's room with her head held high.

Night, gradually quiet.

Amy was lying in bed, but she felt her body getting colder and colder in her sleep, as if she was in an ice cellar.She touched the quilt subconsciously to make sure it was still covering her body, and she could still hear the sound of the air conditioner blowing warm air.

But why is it still so cold? Her legs began to tremble, and her body curled up unconsciously, shivering from the cold.

Slowly opened his eyes, the windows cast a faint night light, and vaguely saw that the room was empty, sofa chairs, dressing table, and bedding seemed to be covered with a thin layer of frost.

Amy struggled twice, sat up slowly, rubbed her eyes, and let out a sigh of relief.

At this time, I clearly saw that what I exhaled was a mouthful of misty breath, which could indicate that the temperature in the room had reached below zero.

Generally, under such circumstances, there is no doubt that there is a strange thing knocking on the door.Thinking of this, my heart skipped a beat, I don't know what to do.

Amy held her breath, and touched the weapon on the bedside table, but because the weapon was frozen like a lump of ice, she quickly let go of her hand, then rolled and jumped out of bed, put on her coat, and observed the abnormalities in the room.

Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang!A few footsteps stopped at the door of the room, and a figure suddenly appeared under the crack of the door by the light in the corridor.

The door lock was turned open with a click, and the door was slowly pushed open, revealing a narrow door crack. The cold wind blew in along the door crack, and Amy could feel something coming in.

She stared at the crack of the door for a while, but there was no sign of anyone coming. When she was wondering, her spine felt cold, and the hairs on her body stood up instantly.

Amy turned around slowly and looked... His eyes moved down automatically, and a little boy stared at him coldly, with sunken eye sockets, purple lips, wearing old clothes, and his skin was full of scars.

What is even more unexpected is that there is a three-headed small mushroom on top of the head.

I vaguely saw the mushroom head round and round, with white spots on the red background, and a strange red light shimmering at the same time.

"Who are you?" Amy looked at the little boy and asked cautiously.

The boy didn't answer, still staring at her.

Amy could feel that the child didn't mean to attack her. After adjusting her breath, she continued to ask: "What's your name? Is there something wrong with me?"

The boy paused for a few seconds, then nodded slightly, with sad eyes without blinking.

"Then can you tell me who you are?" The boy shook his head.

Amy frowned, not understanding the meaning, and continued to ask, "What do you need me to do for you?"

The boy still paused for a few seconds, then slowly turned sideways, slowly raised his left arm, and pointed out the window.

Amy looked in the direction of her finger, "Window, what's wrong with the window?"

After the boy heard it, he shook his head again, his fingers still pointing to the same place.

Amy was puzzled, so she went straight to the window, opened the curtains and looked out.

There are deep mountains in the distance, "Could it be?"