The Chosen System: Counterattack with Husband

There was still wind and rain in the Domiti Mountains.

Xu Yiyu, who had separated from the main group, was still leading the exploration team forward. The other members of the treasure hunting team were also resting in the tents in the camp under the wind and rain in the sky of the Funas Valley, worried about their leader.

In the town of Borno not far away, Huang Niao said goodnight to the last member of his filming crew, wrapped himself in his coat, and went downstairs alone to the hotel lobby.

Gu Zizhe and Shen Youqing's filming work has been completed. Huang Niao originally wanted to create some opportunities for the young couple who rarely have free time to spend time together. Fearing that Shen Youqing would feel embarrassed, he even took the initiative to ask Gu Zizhe to reimburse all the expenses for the two-day trip.

Unfortunately, the two people who were having a very smooth and happy trip near Borno encountered this sudden extreme weather and had to return to the hotel where the main group had settled for the past two days to rest and observe.

After walking down the stairs to the lobby on the first floor, Huang Niao greeted the kind-looking hotel proprietress with a smile, then walked to the sofa next to the window and sat down, resting his chin on his hand while looking at the gloomy sky outside.

"I haven't had insomnia for a whole year, how come I won the prize today by coincidence..."

Huang Niao sighed slightly, opened the notebook he carried with him, pulled out the pen stuck in the gap, and casually put the first stroke on a blank page.

The worse the weather is, the more inspiration she has. This is one of her little-known quirks.

Simple and neat lines fell on the yellowish paper, and the tip of the pen moved on the paper, making a faint sound. Huang Niao looked up at the street scene outside the hotel from time to time, and then lowered his head to continue depicting the picture that had already taken shape.

Huang Niao is not an academic painter in the traditional sense. Inspiration often comes to her from a wild and unconstrained perspective. She usually starts a painting on a whim, so she is accustomed to carrying a blank notebook with her so that she can write down some inspiration in time.

——But because of this, when Huang Niao was writing down her inspiration at the exhibition, she met the young master who had been pestering her ever since.

The young master of the Gallo family had never met a person like Huang Niao before. He seemed to be fascinated by Huang Niao's unique and confident temperament. After only a brief contact, he began to show crazy affection to Huang Niao.

At first, Huang Niao maintained basic politeness in his response, but after a while, when he found that Felice had no intention of maintaining a proper sense of propriety between people, Huang Niao's attitude gradually became more and more cold and distant.

The picture under his pen has taken shape. Thinking of the troublesome Felice, Huang Niao frowned and suddenly lost interest in continuing to paint. The tip of his pen abruptly stopped at the edge of the paper.

The spread of black ink spots did not affect the harmony of the picture itself, but Huang Niao pressed the tip of the pen back and closed the notebook in his hand.

"Ms. Bella, do you know when this rainstorm will stop?"

Huang Niao's voice was not loud, but the black-haired Yidali woman sitting behind the wooden counter raised her eyes, looked at the raindrops rapidly hitting the window glass, and shook her head helplessly.

"My dear, this rain came too fast. When will it stop? Only God knows."

The proprietress with kind features already had a tired look on her face. After answering Huang Niao's question, she raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, as if she could no longer resist the invasion of sleepiness.

At this moment, Bella heard the ringing of a bell at the door of the hotel, and then she felt a cool breeze rushing into the room, making her shiver involuntarily.

She looked at the now wide-open door of the hotel with some resentment, and saw a long-handled umbrella quickly closed at the door, revealing the face of the person behind the umbrella.

"Sir, there are no rooms available in the store, but if you want to take shelter from the rain, you can sit over there."

The man behind the umbrella had a typical Yidali male face. After hearing Bella's words, he nodded slightly in her direction and said nothing. He just hung the still dripping umbrella on the umbrella stand by the door and raised his hand to close the door of the hotel.

The man sat on the single sofa opposite Huang Niao, but did not look at Huang Niao's unique Asian face. He just put the bag in his hand at his feet, opened the zipper of the bag casually, took out a book whose title and cover Huang Niao was very familiar with, and started reading.

——"The Moon and Sixpence", but the man seemed to be reading the translated Idali version.

She had read this book many times when she was still in China, and she didn't expect to meet book friends in a foreign country now.

Although the plot of this work is extremely controversial, it is still an excellent literary work.

Although she had no desire to talk, Huang Niao's gaze seemed to attract the attention of this Yidali man. He raised his eyes slightly and looked at Huang Niao opposite him with some questioning eyes.

“Have you read this book, too?”

When the black-haired man spoke, Huang Niao realized that he had been staring at the book for a long time, and then smiled at the man embarrassedly.

"Sorry, am I disturbing you from reading?"

The black-haired man smiled, closed the open book, and handed the book to Huang Niao opposite him.

"It's okay, you can read this one, I also brought other books."

Huang Niao looked at the well-intentioned Yidali man with some surprise, a hint of hesitation flashed through his mind, and he slowly took the book from his hand, which he had read many times.

After flipping through a few pages of the book, Huang Niao suddenly felt a slight pain in the fingertips of her right hand. She subconsciously looked down and found that her fingertips seemed to be pierced by something sharp, and a deep red blood bead appeared on the fingertips.

The man who handed the book over seemed to remember something belatedly and gave Huang Niao a somewhat apologetic smile.

"Sorry, sorry, I put the brooch in the book as a bookmark and forgot to take it out."

The man hurriedly took out a clean handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Huang Niao.

Huang Niao's doubts grew deeper and deeper. She did not take the handkerchief immediately. Instead, she narrowed her eyes slightly and observed this Yidali man whom she met for the first time, silently going through several possibilities in her mind.

Of course she understood that it was better to be careful when going out, but this man did not seem to have any hostility or murderous intent, and the conversation was not initiated by him. It seemed like a coincidence that he met her who happened to be staying in the hotel.

But using a brooch as a bookmark... that really doesn't sound like a decent excuse for friendly fire.

"No, I'll give the book back to you. I won't read it today."

Huang Niao put the book on the low table in front of her and pushed it back in front of the black-haired man. She did not take the handkerchief handed to her by the man. She just smiled and waved at him, expressing her refusal in a tactful but clear way.

The man smiled a little dully, and after awkwardly taking back the handkerchief, he picked up the book again and put it back into the bag at his feet.

Huang Niao took out a tissue from his pocket, pulled out a piece at random, and roughly wrapped up the finger that was stabbed. He then turned his gaze back to the street scene outside the hotel.

No one in the hall took the initiative to speak.

Five minutes later, Huang Niao suddenly felt the sleepiness that had disappeared return. Just as he was about to get up and go back to his room to sleep, his feet suddenly went weak and he staggered forward.

...Strange, I wasn’t sleepy at all just now, why am I so sleepy suddenly?

Two minutes later, when Gu Zizhe and Shen Youqing appeared at the stairs, they saw the back of a man supporting someone as he walked out of the hotel.

Shen Youqing originally wanted to ask if the store provided disposable slippers, but when he looked at the backs of the two people walking out of the hotel, he suddenly felt a sense of indescribable discomfort.

Gu Zizhe looked at the hotel proprietress who had completely closed her eyes behind the counter and shook his head helplessly. Just as he was about to turn around and say something to Shen Youqing, his eyes happened to be fixed on the empty sofa at the door.

——The notebook with a familiar cover on the sofa, he seemed to have seen it somewhere.