Fast time travel: the abuse of scum

Chapter 129 Let Me Study 9
"They are all too busy to care about me." Ding Qingyan shrugged, not caring, but his voice was still a little disappointed.

"That's why you play truant?" Wen Chun thought up.

"Ah?" Ding Qingyan was taken aback for a moment, and then couldn't help but said, "Wen Chun, what are you thinking! Do you think I look like that kind of boy with the second illness?"

Then I saw Wen Chun nodded naturally, and couldn't laugh or cry for a while: "Of course not!"

"I'm just bored..."

"And I will go abroad in the future, and I don't plan to go to university in China. And my English is very good."

"Ah?" Wen Chun was confused...

This is so different from An Wenchun's imagination...

Shouldn't Ding Qingyan be a good-for-nothing...

Ding Qingyan grinned, eyebrows and eyes curved: "I went to a foreign country when I was in junior high school. Later, the center of my parents' company was located in China, and I came here to go to high school."

"Besides, I don't seem to be quite used to life here, so..."

"So you just skip school all day?" Wen Chun frowned: what Ding Qingyan said now was very different from An Wenchun's impression, and she was confused for a moment.

"Yeah." The boy nodded, and then blinked playfully, "Of course, the way they worship is also quite interesting~"

"Hehe..." Wen Chun laughed awkwardly.

She finally understood, that is, among a group of honest sheep, an alpaca suddenly came, and then this alpaca is a foreign sheep, and this alpaca is also very stinky, and it looks like some people are crazy...

"Wen Chun, let's go to the haunted house!" Ding Qingyan pointed at the castle-like building and shouted.

Wen Chun raised his eyebrows and said, "What's so interesting about that?"

"I want to go~" Ding Qingyan resolutely gave up his morals, opened his eyes wide, and prayed, "Go! I want to go..."

Wen Chun is indifferent...

Ding Qingyan pursed his lips and said, "Don't forget you promised me that you will play with me whatever I want!"

"Okay." Wen Chun nodded.She wasn't afraid, she just felt that the child was so active in wanting to go to the haunted house, as if he had some plan.

But what else can be planned...

Ding Qingyan was overjoyed, pulled Wen Chun up and headed towards the haunted house.

Wen Chun was held by Ding Qingyan, frowned, and struggled a little, but...he didn't pull out his hand.

Another look at Ding Qingyan who was handing the ticket to the conductor.

The young man was watching the conductor's movements very attentively, and only looked at the female conductor who was shy.

It seemed that the young man didn't notice Wen Chun's struggling movements. If, if the young man's ears weren't so red, it might be more convincing.

After entering, the boy's grip was tighter, and Wen Chun could feel the moisture on the boy's hands.

"Are you afraid?" Wen Chun looked sideways at Ding Qingyan.Of course she knew why Ding Qingyan's palms were sweating, but Wen Chun couldn't help teasing Ding Qingyan together because she wanted to tease the beautiful boy.

Sure enough, when Ding Qingyan heard what Wen Chun said, he became furious: "You are the one who is afraid!"

"Don't be afraid, why are you holding my hand so tightly?" Wen Chun continued to tease.

"I...I pulled your hand because...it's because..." Ding Qingyan looked around but never looked at Wen Chun, but he still didn't let go of his hand, "Because I'm afraid you're afraid!"

It seemed that Ding Qingyan had found a suitable reason, and the more he spoke, the more confident he became: "I'm afraid you're afraid! After all, you're still a girl, teacher!"

Wen Chun raised his eyebrows, noncommittal, the child was so nervous that even the teacher said it again.

At this moment, the light was a little dim, but under the dim light, you could still see the blush on the young man's fair face, that kind of arrogant look that was holding on tightly, it looked very delicious...

"Will you protect me, little cutie?"

"Huh?" Ding Qingyan was taken aback, blushing uncomfortably, only feeling that his face was burning, but still said, "Of course!"

After walking a few steps, Ding Qingyan suddenly stopped, blushing, and looked at Wen Chun: "Old... Teacher, what did you call me just now?"

"Little cutie."

"Teacher, how could you call me that!"

"Because you are my little cutie." Wen Chun took it for granted.

Ding Qingyan pursed his thin lips, stopped talking, and only held Wen Chun's hand tighter with one hand.

He is happy.

He felt his constant initiative responding.

He's actually not very good at chasing girls...

Because whether at home or abroad, girls like to get close to him.

He doesn't need to pursue at all.

But the one next to me is different...

Going to the haunted house was also planned by him yesterday.

Online forums say that if you want to make a woman fall in love with you, or if you want to make further progress with a woman, then maybe going to a haunted house or watching a horror movie is a good choice.

Women focus on a sense of security, and men must let women feel a sense of security from themselves.

Ding Qingyan thought so deeply, and had a beautiful imagination.

If a scary guy pops out of this haunted house, the teacher will definitely be startled, and then jump into his arms, and then he can take the opportunity to show his masculinity, and then make the teacher rely on him, so that the hero saves Mei, the teacher who hugged me returned, and lived a shameless life from then on.

Think about it and be a little excited!

Thinking of this, Ding Qingyan couldn't help showing a turbulent expression on his face.

Wen Chun frowned and looked at the other party several times: Why is this kid smiling so stupidly...

This plan is actually acceptable, but unfortunately, it is really unrealistic.

Everything should start from reality...

Divorced from reality, it must be empty talk.

Ding Qingyan missed a few points, which led to the complete failure of this haunted house adventure.

First, Ding Qingyan did not come to investigate this haunted house beforehand, which directly led to the tragedy that followed.

Second, would people like Wen Chun really be afraid of this kind of haunted house...

The more the two walked in, the more eerie and eerie the atmosphere became...

Dim, flickering lights, and weird background music that didn't know when.

The creaking sound was incessant, like the sound of something grinding its teeth, or like the sound of pushing open the coffin lid. It sounded little by little, vaguely.

A gust of cool wind came from nowhere, and the frequency was not high, but every time it was accompanied by a sharp whistling sound...

"This... the work done here is pretty good..." Ding Qingyan said while holding on.

"Well, it's kind of like that." Wen Chun nodded indifferently.

"Ah? Ah, is that so?" Ding Qingyan said awkwardly.

"Well," Wen Chun nodded, and said again, "It's like the skeleton behind you, very real."

(End of this chapter)