I really don't want to be a hero

Chapter 64 Changes
But... boy?
Feng Ming suddenly realized that the palm of her hand was in front of her eyes, and it was amazingly white and smooth.

After scanning around, he stood in front of a full-length mirror with a white frame.

The snow-white robe was slightly loose, and the slender fiery red crown hung down with the jet-black hair. Under a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows were bright eyes like stars. The young man in the mirror curled his mouth, as if he was smiling.

"It's really... a long time no see." Feng Ming sighed softly.For some reason, the time of the world came 200 years later, and the time on him also went back 12 years, as if he had returned to the time when he was sixteen or seventeen years old and just came down the mountain.

"click"

The bedroom door was opened, and Chu Yan walked in with a bowl of noodles.

"Fengming, I don't know what you like to eat, so I have to make a bowl of noodles, at least it can fill my stomach." Chu Yan put away the diary and pen on the study table, and put the noodles and chopsticks on it.

"This is the desk..." Feng Ming hesitated. In his mind, eating should be on the dining table.

"No way, I don't want you to eat here either." Chu Yan spread her hands, "But if you go out to eat, where will you hide when my parents come back?"

Feng Ming ate the noodles, and after swallowing, she asked with some doubts: "Why do you hide from your parents?"

After finishing speaking, before Chu Yan could answer, he suddenly realized: "That's right, a young lady who has not left the cabinet still cares about her boudoir reputation."

"Miss, you are tall, boudoir, you are tall." Chu Yan couldn't bear it anymore, knocked his head twice, and said angrily: "You are a time traveler, they are not as receptive as me, if you are found, you will be taken away Do you know about slices? Eat."

"Oh..." The girl's slender fingers tapped on her forehead. It was more like a massage than physical force. Although Feng Ming still didn't fully understand what she meant, she chose to eat another mouthful of noodles quietly.

Chu Yan let out a breath, looking at the boy in front of her who was concentrating on eating, she still felt unreal.At this time, she heard the sound of the anti-theft door being opened from the living room, and the familiar footsteps.

"Cao Cao Cao Cao is here, why is my mother back at this time?" Chu Yan was annoyed in her heart, and quickly whispered to Feng Ming: "I will follow my arrangement. Don't talk, you know?"

Fengming also heard footsteps, he put down his chopsticks and nodded.

Although he didn't understand what slicing was, he felt that Chu Yan could trust it.

The crisp footsteps disappeared, replaced by the sound of the door being closed.Chu Yan anxiously scanned the room for a few times, and looked under the bed, but it was occupied by comic novels and dolls.

"It's too late..." Chu Yan tugged on Fengming, anxiously like ants on a hot pot, the footsteps outside the door sounded again, not as loud as before, but getting closer.

"Crack-"

Unscrewing the door lock with one hand, Meng Yatong opened the door of her daughter's bedroom, and saw Chu Yan standing in front of the closet, breathing a little short of breath.

"Chu Yan, what are you doing there?" Even when facing his only daughter in private, this indifferent lawyer still called her by her first name.

"No, it's nothing." She stuffed Fengming into the closet at a critical moment. Fortunately, the guy didn't move around in the closet even though he didn't know the situation, which made her tense nerves relax.

Meng Yatong frowned, her daughter seemed to have some secret, this feeling of not being in control made her a little uncomfortable.

But she didn't delve into it at this time, but walked in and sat on the study chair, flipped through Chu Yan's homework, and asked, "How was your study today?"

"It's pretty good." Chu Yan walked to Meng Yatong's side, and said the panacea answer.

Apparently the questioner was not satisfied with the answer. She flipped through the homework, frowning deeper and deeper: "Why are there so many mistakes in today's homework? Look at this question first..."

While Meng Yatong was checking and teaching her daughter homework, Feng Ming was in the dark in the closet just across the bed from them.

The doors of the closet were tightly sealed, and no light could slip in. This familiar darkness reassured him more than the light from the strange ball of light above his head before.

"Chu Yan's mother is here..." Fengming blinked, thinking of the "slicing" she said earlier.

Without making any big moves, he adjusted his posture slightly and leaned against the outer wall.

what is this?
During this process, his hands touched something greasy, which was cool and comfortable to the touch.

Feng Ming picked it up, and the color could not be seen clearly in the pure dark environment. According to the feedback from the touch on the hand, it was a long strip of fabric, like the half arm that women in Chang'an like to wear.

"It's such an exquisite material. It's silk...it doesn't look like it." While practicing in the mountains since he was a child, he also practiced the craftsmanship of sewing clothes. He is often called a second-rate swordsman and a first-rate tailor by his friends.

In the past, all he came into contact with on the mountain was coarse linen, and he didn't know much about it, but after going down the mountain, the fabrics he handles are generally top-notch in the world.Even with his experience, he couldn't figure out what kind of material it was.

……

"The function of concentrated sulfuric acid is to absorb water, and the function of magenta solution is..." Meng Yatong was talking, and suddenly saw the noodle bowl next to the monitor, and asked suspiciously, "Have you eaten yet?"

Hearing these words suddenly, Chu Yan was stunned for a moment, and said in a panic, "Ah, this... eat, this is night snack, yes, night snack."

"Really?" Meng Yatong looked at her suspiciously, but didn't ask any further questions, she just said calmly: "The music competition will be held in ten days. During this period, you can let go of your studies and try to win the championship."

After finishing speaking, seeing her daughter's tangled face, she asked again: "What, is there a problem?"

"This weekend is the school's welcome party." Chu Yan explained: "I have an appointment with Shihan and the others. I want to practice the song for the party first."

"New Year's Eve Party?" Meng Yatong frowned, stood up and said, "That's not important, so what if you perform well? The trophies and certificates from the music competition will be useful to you in the future."

After speaking, she walked out of the room and closed the door behind her.

Chu Yan pouted, feeling a little gloomy, but she didn't have time to worry about it now, the most urgent thing was to release the time-traveling son of the Tang Dynasty from the cabinet.

She sneaked to the door of the room, opened the door lightly, poked her head out to confirm that Meng Yatong was taking a shower in the bathroom, then let out a sigh of relief, and quickly locked the door.

But when she opened the cabinet door, she saw that gentle and elegant ancient man holding her pair of pure white stockings and rubbing them...

……

"Uh..." The dark space suddenly brightened, and Feng Ming still hadn't gotten used to it. After spending a little time getting used to the light, he saw the girl in front of him covering her mouth and looking at the fabric in his hand in disbelief.

The originally fair cheeks became even more flushed, and there seemed to be air blowing from the head.

"Can I come out..." He tentatively asked.

This sentence seemed to ignite the girl's emotions, Chu Yan came back to her senses, and shut the closet door heavily in shame and indignation: "Stay in there for the rest of your life, pervert, big villain!"

(End of this chapter)