The main god who favors the villain is back

Chapter 172 The Irritable Scumbag (55)

Gan Lin was very moved.

However, she still retains a trace of conscience.

Finally chose to stay.

The overhead lights were on.

The room was very quiet, except for the sound of shallow breathing.

There is only the rustling sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper, interspersed with the sound of pages turning.

Gan Lin wrote very quickly. After glancing at the question, he listed the formula and the answer without any pause.

It was still more than half an hour before I finished my homework.

She rubbed her sore wrist, and looked up at the young man beside her.

The young man's expression was focused, his eyebrows lowered.

Changed from the past unruly, quiet and serious, a brushstroke in the landscape and ink color makes people feel a little dazed.

Look at his handwriting again...

Strange and steep, wild and uninhibited.

One-handed cursive has won the true biography of calligraphy masters.

A familiar recipe, a familiar taste.

Lu Ming himself could not be wrong.

After finishing his homework, Gan Lin didn't feel like going to sleep for the time being, feeling a little lazy, so he lay down on the table and stared at Lu Ming.

The boy was very serious and calm at first, turning pages with one hand and writing with one hand.

half an hour.

His speed slowed down, he couldn't help but put down his pen, and looked at the little girl.

"you……"

The little girl in front of her had half her face buried in her arms, only revealing a pair of clear eyes.

Lovely.

Lu Ming shut up, picked up the pen again and continued with his homework.

After a while, he still couldn't hold back, and said fiercely:

"Don't look, go to sleep!"

Gan Lin said lazily, "Sleep together after you finish writing."

Luming's cursive has always been done in one go, extremely coherent.

As soon as the little girl said this.

His cursive split on the spot and turned into a series of wavy lines.

"..."

Gan Lin clicked his tongue and said with a bit of disgust:
"What are you thinking about? What I'm talking about is that after you finish writing, go back to your respective houses and go to sleep."

Lu Ming cut off the wavy line in time and frowned.

He said coldly: "It's obvious that you are thinking wildly..."

The little girl asked again: "Don't you want to?"

Lu Ming choked, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

"You... no, I... didn't..."

Gan Lin sighed softly, spread his hands and said:

"Look, so it's you who are thinking about it."

Luming: "..."

He was speechless.

The one-handed cursive gradually lost control and developed in the direction of wild cursive.

Gan Lin had nothing to do, so he asked again:

"I'm going to boil water, do you want some tea?"

"Drink." He gritted his teeth, "I want green tea."

Green tea refreshes the mind, clears heat and relieves internal heat.

Now he needs this kind of thing very much.

……

Gan Lin went to the kitchen.

She had just walked up to the sink with the kettle.

The scene in front of him suddenly went dark.

The light disappears.

power cut.

Gan Lin didn't panic, just frowned slightly, then turned off the tap and put the kettle aside.

Lu Ming is afraid of the dark.

She walked back and said, "The deer..."

Not finished.

She felt something rush towards her.

Like an innocent prey being hunted in secret, the little girl was pinned to the ground like a weak rabbit.

The floor was cold and hard.

Gan Lin's back hurt, and tears welled up in his eyes uncontrollably.

it hurts.

Gan Lin was quite calm, knowing that this was Luming's stress response in the dark, he pushed him and said:

"I'm here, you can let go..."

The boy didn't listen.

"Don't let it go!"

The boy's tone was ferocious, and he hugged him even tighter, as if he wanted to rub the little girl in his arms into his own flesh and blood.

His breathing was a little disordered, he gasped, and said in a low voice:

"...I'm afraid."

(End of this chapter)