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Ye Kong was coloring and had a pile of paints at hand.

She looked at the enchantingly beautiful ghost mask in front of her, and her gaze fell on the eyes behind the mask.

He was smiling, his peach blossom eyes slightly curved with a hint of non-flattering flattery, which paired with the mask made him look very beautiful and impactful.

Ye Kong didn't say anything. He glanced down again and saw that on the shoulder of his black shirt, there was a half-embroidered pattern of peach blossom branches about to bloom with silver-red thread. He looked so showy and romantic that even the barista who had been scared by him yesterday couldn't help but stare at him.

But Ye Kong didn't.

Instead of staring in amazement, she raised her hand and poked the paint-stained pen onto the mask.

Qin Jianbai's smile paused, then he regained his composure: "What do you want to add for me?"

Ye Kong wrote silently and quickly, and in a blink of an eye he finished what he wanted to write.

Qin Jianbai picked up the phone with a smile and turned on the front camera: "Let me see what...you drew for me..."

The smile disappeared from the man's eyes.

His mask was reflected in the camera, and on the right side of the mask was a large black character with a sharp stroke that could rival a copybook.

--"ugly".

Ye Kong had already put down her pen. She stood up and said, "You are willing to wear a mask to be my friend. I am really moved by you. In this case, let's see how valuable your sincerity is."

She put the painting into the drawer and locked it, then raised her head and smiled at Qin Jianbai who was still silent: "Come on, I'll take you to play."

Qin Jianbai: ...

Watching the girl coming out from behind the cashier counter, Qin Jianbai curled his lips and said, "Then I'll go change my face..."

"What to change?"

Before he could finish, Ye Kong turned to look at him, his eyes pure and curious, "You didn't wear it willingly?"

“…This word…”

"What's wrong with my handwriting? Didn't I write well?"

Is “…” a question of whether it is well written? It is a question of the “words” themselves, right? !

But looking at the girl's calm face, Qin Jianbai took a deep breath and laughed again.

"Ok."

He raised his hand and knocked on his head: "I'll sacrifice my dignity to accompany my friend."

"Writing the word 'ugly' on the mask is considered giving up face? When you take off the mask, you really look rude."

"…Am I really that ugly? Do you want to go see an ophthalmologist? Have a test to see if there's anything wrong with you?"

"Your appearance is the problem. Writing the word 'ugly' on your mask is just to enhance your appearance. You should thank me."

Ye Kong walked out, his tone so flat that it didn't sound like he was scolding anyone at all.

Qin Jianbai stood there for five seconds before he could barely suppress his anger and smile again.

"Your way of making me angry is really unique. If my previous girlfriends had half as much attention as you, dating them wouldn't be so boring."

"Being too narcissistic is also a mental illness. At your level, you will still drool even if you feel you have been cured. But you should see a doctor as soon as possible. Drooling is better than dying early."

"Why are you going to die so early?"

"In ancient times, the Narcissus flower god was so beautiful that he died because of his own reflection. I think your narcissism level is similar to his, so I made a reasonable guess."

"…Has anyone ever told you that you have a poisonous tongue?"

"I only know that anyone who wants to be my friend even though they know I'm vicious must be a jerk. What do you think, Master Qin?"

Qin Jianbai: ...

The two of them had already walked a long way in their interactions, and the mask with a huge word "ugly" written on Qin Jianbai's face also attracted countless eyes.

More than one person secretly raised their mobile phones to watch the scene.

I don’t know how many posts there are about this picture on the forum.

Qin Jianbai, who had never been the center of such "attention" before, became more and more calm as he walked, and didn't seem to care about other people's strange looks at all.

It was not until he stepped into a beautiful circular teaching building that he suddenly stopped.

"Where are you going?"

"I said I'd take you to play." Ye Kong continued walking inside without stopping, "If you don't want to play, you can leave - but don't ever say you want to be friends with me again."

"..."

Qin Jianbai finally followed.

When climbing to the second floor, he happened to meet Li Yin, and Ye Kong stopped him.

A two-person group turned into a three-person group.

Qin Jianbai had to endure Li Yin's mocking gaze all the way. He finally couldn't help but smile back: "Bodyguard Li, you seem to be very interested in my mask? Do you want me to lend it to you?"

"Don't you want the mask I drew especially for you?"

Without waiting for Li Yin to speak, Ye Kong spoke first.

Qin Jianbai was choked.

Just climbed to the fourth floor.

Ye Kong looked around for a moment and walked towards a classroom without hesitation.

As Qin Jianbai's premonition became increasingly bad, she finally stopped at the classroom door.

The class hasn't started yet, and the students inside the door are either playing with their phones or reading books.

There was a teacher on the stage preparing slides.

Coincidentally, when they stood in front of the door, the class bell rang.

The melodious piano music quieted down most people in the classroom, but at the same time, they also noticed two unfamiliar faces and a strange mask at the door.

The teacher who was about to start the class noticed something was wrong with the student, and turned to look at the door and said, "The class is about to start, why don't you come in...?"

The last word was spoken with particular hesitation.

The teacher's eyes fell strangely on Ye Kong, then on Qin Jianbai, and paused: ...

In her silence, Ye Kong spoke up: "Hello, Teacher Qin, although we didn't choose this course, can we come in and audit it?"

Without waiting for Qin Ranqiu to speak, Ye Kong said "Oh" again: "It just so happens that your brother also wants to listen to your class."

She gestured to the side: "I brought him along."

Qin Ranqiu, who has been substituting for the tutor recently: …

She looked at the big black word "ugly" on Qin Jianbai's mask. Her hands clenched tightly in an instant, but then slowly loosened after meeting Qin Jianbai's gaze.

The students began to whisper about what Ye Kong had just said.

Ye Kong himself didn't even wait for Qin Ranqiu's consent. He walked straight into the classroom and sat down in the second row.

After sitting down, she looked at the two men who were still standing at the door, and focused on Qin Jianbai: "Aren't you going to come in? Didn't you say you wanted to listen to your sister's class?"

Qin Jianbai: ...

Qin Jianbai, who had always been calm and indifferent to other people's gazes when walking across the stadium and the square, finally felt a burning humiliation at this moment.

But he still smiled, walked over and sat down next to Ye Kong.

"You are really cruel." He said softly as he sat down, "I am really curious, why do you have to go to such lengths? If I was not sure that we have never met before, I would suspect that I am the enemy who killed your father."

"Then your threshold for enduring malice is too low. You think someone like this is the murderer of your father."

Ye Kong raised the corner of his mouth.

She leaned back, her eyes and posture were quite cold and indifferent, like a nail piercing straight into Qin Ranqiu's eyes on the podium.

"But it doesn't matter. With me here, I believe you will soon become super patient."