I've been waiting for three years

The next morning, Luo Nanfeng called out in a daze, "Mom, what time is it?"

After no one answered, he rubbed his sleepy eyes, and checked the time on the phone next to the bed, "It's nine o'clock."

Get out of bed and drink the water from the bedside cup.

"Are you awake?" Chen Youxin went out to buy breakfast and was about to come in to take a look at Luo Nanfeng. It happened that the person he wanted to watch was already awake.

When Luo Nanfeng turned his head and saw the person at the door, "Pfft, why are you at my house?"

Chen Youxin smiled, "Sure enough, I haven't woken up yet, this is my home."

Luo Nanfeng was a little embarrassed when he heard that, he turned his head and looked around and realized that it was not his home, only then remembered what happened last night.

Chen Youxin smiled nonchalantly, "The clothes are dry, you can put them on and go out for breakfast."

After Luo Nanfeng and the others walked out, they looked at the room again: It really wasn't my own!Before he had time to appreciate the room, he grabbed his clothes and followed.

"Did my mother say anything last night?" Luo Nanfeng broke the embarrassment and asked proactively.

Chen Youxin squeezed the straw in his hand, "No, I want you to go back and write hard today."

Luo Nanfeng thought: Sure enough, Chen Youxin's lies are easier to be believed than his own lies.

After eating, Luo Nanfeng said hello and went back to his home, the house was empty, he turned on the computer idly and chatted with his master.

"Master~"

"Master~"

"Master, is your old man here? This disciple misses you so much."

Luo Nanfeng didn't receive a reply, so he went into Master's space and walked around, "Well, it's still popular with girls as always."

She curled her lips, "What! I'm just too lazy to like girls, otherwise I would be very popular."

"Ok?"

Luo Nanfeng was a little happy when he received the reply, "Master, I miss you~"

"Really?" The other party obviously didn't believe it.

Luo Nanfeng nodded immediately, "Really, really, it's more real than real gold."

"Oh"

Luo Nanfeng was puzzled, "Is this the end?"

The other party sent a sentence, "Then you just think about it."

"I'll go, isn't that how the script in the novel is written?" Luo Nanfeng was a little confused.

Thick-skinned to send Master "Then Master, give me a hug~"

The other party firmly replied "no hug"

"Hug or not?" started the mode of throwing and rolling.

"No hug!"

Despite Luo Nanfeng's tough attitude, the other party still refused.

"Bye-Bye!"

Luo Nanfeng said these two words to the novel in the computer in a depressed mood, and then plunged into the quilt, feeling really uncomfortable, and secretly swore that he would never take the initiative to talk to Master again.

"Luozi?" Li Wenmei asked when she saw her son lying on the bed when she got home, thinking something was wrong.

The person lying on the bed immediately stood up stiffly, "It's okay, can your son be easily overwhelmed by a cold with his tall and stalwart appearance?"

Li Wenmei immediately twisted her son's ears, "Can your mouth not be poor?"

"Wrong, wrong, mom, mom, will you not be poor after you let me go?"

Ignoring Luo Nanfeng's bared teeth, Li Wenmei turned her ears away to her son who was taller than her, "Hurry up and wash your hands and help me cook!"

"Ai, Deling, my mother" immediately ran away courteously.

In the afternoon, Luo Nanfeng locked himself in the room and read it with a history book, but the computer was running automatically. He did not forget that he had an exam next week, and the only thing he was interested in was history. The history teacher in the semester confiscated a novel from someone else. Every time he talked about it, he couldn't forget Wang Yan's malicious eyes. He still tried his best to get the book back this time. The debt is light.

"Drip!"

The QQ on the computer rang, Luo Nanfeng looked up and read the book very calmly.

"Drip!"

There was another sound of Luo Nanfeng throwing the book in his hand, while stretching his arms, he said regretfully, "Hey, I planned to read the book for two hours, why did someone come to harass me after only one hour passed?" "I" Although I regretted it, the corners of my mouth really couldn't stop rising.

Opening the interface, I found that the message was from my master, and I immediately became unhappy, "Hmm~ I told you not to hug me, I just said this morning that I will not reply to your messages so actively in the future."

Then I sat on my chair again, picked up the history book and read it, but my feet said little by little, "Hmph, I will answer you in seconds, and you will answer me for half a century. I also have a temper, okay?" The arrogant one ignored it.

Luo Nanfeng held the history book and estimated the time bit by bit, and finally walked slowly to open the chat interface with Master, and a picture was sent on it. Luo Nanfeng clicked to see that it was a copybook with traditional characters written The lyrics of the words, Luo Nanfeng looked at it again and raised his eyebrows, ""Fireworks are easy to be cold"!"

"Hmm!" There was another cold word on the other side.

After sending it, Luo Nanfeng realized the time, "How could this happen? Didn't I dawdle for so long? Why is there no time interval for sending it!"

"why do you like it?"

This question reminded Luo Nanfeng of the reason. During the winter vacation of the third year of junior high school, she was dragged by her cousin to watch "I Am a Singer" together. The reason was that there was her favorite singer on it. I was so angry at him, finally Luo Nanfeng had no choice but to pull up his cousin to watch it during the replay. Luo Nanfeng fell in love with Lin Zhixuan at first glance, not because of the songs he sang, but because of the songs he sang. It's that he looks like Xia Yang, the person he secretly likes.

There is not much resemblance, but it is enough for Luo Nanfeng, because Xia Yang likes Lin Zhixuan, even if he is not with Xia Yang in the end, Luo Nanfeng still likes Lin Zhixuan.

Of course, it is impossible for Luo Nanfeng to tell the truth in this situation, but he just said very pertinently, "He sings beautifully, his voice is high-pitched and clear, and he feels that singing high-pitched notes doesn't take any effort at all."

"Ah."

The two had no more topics to talk about, and Luo Nanfeng didn't want to read any more books, so he asked, "Master, do you like it too?"

The other party replied, "Well, but I prefer the lyrics of "Fireworks Are Cold" and the story behind it."

Luo Nanfeng was embarrassed by his lack of knowledge, so he could only say to the other party, "Master, can you send it over for me to have a look?"

After a while, the convenience sent the content that Luo Nanfeng needed, followed by the sentence "Stupid people should play less with their mobile phones and read more books."

Luo Nanfeng was more or less ashamed when he saw these words, and he went farther away in chasing Master.

Luo Nanfeng began to practice on the road of pretense and ushered in the monthly exam. When the monthly exam came, Luo Nanfeng was like letting go of the wind. There was no teacher to check, so he always came to school with the exam bell ringing.

There is no reason not to get your feet wet when you often walk on the side of the road, for example, "Stop for me, the classmate in front!"

With half a mouthful of pears in his mouth, Luo Nanfeng turned his head and wanted to say something very annoying, "What classmate! My name is Lu Luo Nanfeng, okay?"

Very upset, when he turned his head and saw the person standing at the school gate, he immediately put the school uniform on his head, turned and ran towards the teaching building of the high school, completely ignoring the person's yelling.

"Pa" Luo Nanfeng turned the corner and ran into someone else, "Who is it!" He looked up and saw Chen Youxin standing in front of him, and immediately put on his school uniform.

Chen Youxin looked at Luo Nanfeng's reaction in surprise, and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you here so late?"

Luo Nanfeng, who didn't have time to talk much, dragged Chen Youxin to the door of other people's classrooms and sat on the seat, "Oh, I'm scared to death, I'm scared to death, please do me a favor."

Chen Youxin was a little arrogant, "I won't help you!"

Luo Nanfeng took a sip, "If you don't help me, I will keep the red flag at your house from falling down and the colorful flags are fluttering outside."

Chen Youxin's blue veins jumped up violently, he suppressed the urge to scold and said, "What's the matter?"

"I'm late today. I met Lao Yu. He may ask your student union to check for lateness. Remember, don't say that I'm late."

Under the blessings of Luo Nanfeng, Chen Youxin still agreed to spy on Lao Yu's figure at any time like a spy, and returned to his class smoothly to relax.

"What's the matter, you look constipated?" Li Zengyu joked.

When Luo Nanfeng heard this, he said bitterly, "A rare guest, a rare guest, today there is no affection."

Li Zengyu is used to other people's jokes and smiled, "He may pass the art exam after practicing sports."

Luo Nanfeng nodded, "Then you can make up lessons for him."

"Of course, that's mine. I'll take care of him and who will take care of him?" Li Zengyu finished speaking and took out the book to read.

At this time, the students who were fighting ran in from the door, hissing and hissing resounded throughout the classroom, "Old Yu is here, Old Yu is here."

After a while of crackling, it finally quieted down. Luo Nanfeng picked out the math textbook and started to count in a decent manner, to meet the inspection of the old principal. He still remembers what he asked Chen Youxin to do!

The door was pushed open from the outside, and his face was as dark as ever. He stood on the podium and swept over everyone's faces. When he walked past Luo Nanfeng, the person concerned finally let out a long breath. It seemed that Chen Youxin was quite capable in his work. A few classmates followed behind, but they were late with him at noon today, huh, the student president's thigh is not something anyone can hug.