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Chapter 19 Modern Dear Miss Clothes (19)
In the blink of an eye, two months flew by.

At the end of January, after the last big exam, the school ushered in a holiday, but Jun Wuming’s life was more fulfilling. In addition to going to the medical school as an assistant every day, cleaning up the experimental equipment and taking care of his own thesis, he also started The real "practical combat".

After turning off the lights, he held his breath, and when he opened his eyes again, he had already entered a white infinite consciousness space, and a tall figure stood opposite him.

The black virtual image is a cloud of mist, and men and women cannot be seen, because this is Jun Wuming's sea of ​​consciousness, so this image is the definition of "Tang Rui" in Jun Wuming's mind at this time, and it was also complained by Tang Rui at the beginning But, does she look like a 1.8 meter weirdo who is neither male nor female?
"Tonight, try not to be knocked down by my three tricks." Tang Rui had already made a move before she finished speaking, and the boy responded skillfully.

In the blink of an eye, the two had corrected five or six moves, but it was obvious that Jun Wulist had been "tortured".

Finally, after being knocked down by the black phantom three times in a row, he finally found the opponent's flaw on the fourth time, and grabbed the phantom's wrist with his backhand, but was soon thrown to the ground by the opponent's back again.

It wasn't until he was exhausted that he lay down on the ground panting for breath, and the sweat on his body had soaked through his clothes.

Tang Rui comforted her, "Haste makes waste. You're doing well now. Remember, it's modern. No matter how advanced your martial arts are, you can't dodge bullets. If you can't fight in the future, remember to run. You can earn face. If you lose your life, you can just run away." Nothing."

Jun Wuming gasped, knowing that she was persuading him, and also knowing that he was a little too hasty.

He left the sea of ​​consciousness with a thought, and when he opened his eyes again, he was back in his bedroom. He also saw that the school uniform originally spread on the table opposite had stood up on its own, and the drooping collar of the school uniform was twisted left and right, like a human being. He looked left and right at the empty sleeves.

He didn't realize it in the sea, but he imagined the other party's long sigh.

During this period of time, when she occasionally came out of the sea of ​​consciousness, she would sigh "I have no hands and feet again".

Jun Wuming was provoked into a series of ellipses.

Just when he was immersed in his thoughts, suddenly, a string of lively firecrackers outside broke the silence, followed by more firecrackers.

Jun Wuming took a moment to realize that tonight seemed to be New Year's Eve?
He looked at the empty room, and before he had time to feel more lonely, he saw the lady in clothes jumping down from the desk.

"It's almost too late, turn on the light and go to the kitchen, let's eat dumplings!"

In fact, Tang Rui already knew that today was New Year's Eve, so she secretly prepared dumplings and frozen them outside the window.

Snowflakes fell outside at some point, making the warmth inside the house even more precious.

Ever since Tang Rui came, the curtains in this room were all closed, so she went into the kitchen and started to work in peace.

During this period of time, Jun Wuming has long been used to seeing the clothes floating out of thin air and operating them fluently, but today maybe it was the warmth in the room that made him feel a little dazed for a while.

In a trance, the light and shadow overlapped, and time seemed to go back ten years. In the deepest part of his memory, there was also such a night, with warm light, the smell of dumplings, and a woman's gentle voice.

In fact, Lin Xi didn't always treat him badly, at least when he was young, she was kind to him as a mother, until...

Several images flashed through Jun Wuming's mind, the sound of quarreling, women's screams, men's abuse, and the pain that filled his whole body...

pat.

There was an extra plate of hot dumplings in front of him, and there was an extra weight on his head. After the sleeves left him, he was slow to realize that Tang Rui had rubbed his head.

It's rare for Tang Rui to see Jun Wuming in a daze, and she couldn't help touching his head, but she felt a little unnatural when she met his eyes.

With a dry cough, he pushed the plate, "Hurry up and eat it while it's hot. Be careful. I put red dates, sugar, and a dime in it according to the northern custom. Whoever eats it will represent a fortune next year, and life is sweet."

Tang Rui looked expectantly at the young man picking up the chopsticks, but the other party suddenly said, "Is this plate of dumplings for me?"

"Of course, I can't eat." Tang Rui didn't understand why he asked knowingly.

The young man raised his eyebrows, "Does it make sense for you to cover those things?"

"..." Tang Ruimo.

There was a sudden silence in the restaurant, until Tang Rui saw a slightly invisible upward curve on the corner of the young man's lips.

This brat did it on purpose!

She akimbo angrily, "I don't care if it's useful or not, I'll eat them all!"

It is impossible to expect a blue and white school uniform jacket to be a little imposing, but Jun Wuming still ate the dumplings obediently. Unknowingly, the atmosphere between the two of them also changed subtly. When she heard the system When it was prompted that the happiness value increased by 5%, he quietly let out a sigh of relief.

During this period of getting along, she keenly discovered that the sharpness in the depths of the boy's dark eyes has not diminished during this period of time, but has intensified. People die.

Although they have been together for more than three months, Tang Rui still feels that she is isolated from his "city wall" by the teenager, which is why his happiness value has not increased during this time.

So tonight, she specially made dumplings, and it looks good now.

At this time, Jun Wuming seemed to be eating the dumplings calmly, but in fact, his heart was agitated. Tang Rui's cooking was far more delicious than ordinary ones. He had discovered it when he tasted it for the first time.

The same ingredients, the same steps, but the ones she made are even more delicious, even better than the craftsmanship of the Lin family chef Jun Wuming tasted before. He never understood what was added, until this bowl of dumplings, he was in a daze Thinking through it is the taste of "home".

A warm, warm home.

(End of this chapter)