The young killer of ancient times

He didn't want to waste a breakfast, but his stomach was already full. After thinking about it, he took the breakfast to Qin Zimo's dormitory.

Although Qin Zimo had eaten with him, his roommate, Chen Yue, was a night owl and got up late in the morning, so he probably hadn't eaten yet.Based on the principle of not wanting to waste, Mubai handed the breakfast to Qin Zimo and asked him to bring it to Chen Yue.

After handing it over to Qin Zimo, Mubai wanted to go back to the dormitory, but was stopped by the latter. Mubai turned around, saw Qin Zimo smiling slightly, and asked softly and concernedly, "Would you like to go back to the dormitory?" How are you preparing for the secret love scene?"

Hearing him mention this, Mubai couldn't help frowning in embarrassment, thinking of the book in his dormitory, he shook his head helplessly.Seeing his bitter face, Qin Zimo suddenly understood. He pondered for a while and suggested, "If you really don't understand, why don't you try to imitate other people's performances."

"Other people's performance?" Mubai frowned and repeated in doubt, Qin Zimo nodded, with a slight, trustworthy warmth in his smile, Mubai looked at Qin Zimo like this, originally he was a little distressed The mood disintegrates easily.Qin Zimo followed Mubai back to his dormitory, then turned on Mubai's computer, found a video, and clicked to play it.

Under Qin Zimo's guidance, Mu Bai, who successfully imitated successfully, was in a good mood. He was very satisfied when he thought that he could get back his things without using martial arts. After lunch with Qin Zimo and saying goodbye, Mu Bai practiced for a while After learning martial arts moves, he planned to go to the library to borrow a few more books.

Holding the book from last time, he returned it first, and then went upstairs to the corner of last time, planning to pick out a book that suits his appetite. After searching for a while, he finally came across an interesting book. He reached out and took it down, walked to the side, sat down, and flipped through it.

He Liancheng, who had already been sitting on the side, had noticed Mu Bai's arrival, and the second time he met this person here, He Liancheng took another look at him, and was slightly startled when his eyes fell on the book in the young man's hands, he looked down Looking at the book in his hand, his eyes couldn't help being a little surprised when he saw the cover of the two people exactly the same.

This book is very rare and difficult to understand, and most people will choose the translated vernacular version, or the translated and untranslated version, rather than the pure ancient Chinese version that has not been translated at all.Seeing Mubai's dull look, He Liancheng felt that he probably took the wrong book, and he would put the book back in less than 2 minutes.

But 2 minutes passed, and two hours passed. Although He Liancheng looked down at the book, his senses kept paying attention to Mubai's direction. Slightly laughed at him, but until the sky darkened, Mubai still sat there without any movement.

He Liancheng finally couldn't help looking up at Mubai's direction, and was surprised to find that Mubai was actually looking at the book while writing something in a notebook, he frowned, hesitating slightly in his heart, Still stood up, pretending to walk past Mubai casually.

He deliberately slowed down his pace so that he would have enough time to read the contents of the book clearly.Mubai was writing very seriously, some of his own understanding and thinking still had doubts, compared to the vernacular, the ancient prose was something he was more familiar with, so he not only chose an ancient prose book, but even wrote and recorded it. The things I planted for myself are also in ancient Chinese.

He even used traditional Chinese characters directly, because it was easier to write in this way. Although he didn't have a brush, but fortunately, he gradually became familiar with fountain pens and discovered some benefits of fountain pens. At least, fountain pens don't have to be like brushes. dipped in ink.

Although Mubai sensed someone passing behind him, he didn't raise his head to look except for taking appropriate precautions, until he felt that this person seemed to stop behind him.The pen in Mubai's hand paused slightly, but he didn't turn around immediately, he wanted to know what the person behind him wanted to do.

He paused for a while, but still didn't hear the movement of the person behind him. He pondered for a while, and was about to turn his head away, but felt the slight wind blowing over the back of his neck when the person behind him left, bringing a burst of coolness.Mubai slightly turned his head to the side, only seeing the back of Heliancheng striding away, he frowned slightly, and suddenly wondered if Heliancheng had seen his notes?

He checked his notes, and there was no hidden secret, they were just normal records. The only problem was probably his writing and speech. Fortunately, he majored in Chinese language and literature. Mubai felt that he was very lucky back then, and he could easily choose the major that suits him the most.

With this profession as a cover, even if there are any problems with his behavior, speech and writing, he can still have an excuse to shirk everything on the influence of the profession. After making sure that Heliancheng did not find any strange clues, Mubai Then he let go of his heart.

Even so, he didn't have the mood to read any more, so he got up to borrow the book, and returned to the dormitory with the book and notes.

And He Liancheng, who strode away, almost forgot to clock in to take the book away. After the sensor at the library door rang, he came back to his senses, walked to the borrowing place with a serious expression, and took the book with himself. The card was handed over to the administrator.After dealing with all this, he quickly left the library with the book.

His footsteps were slightly messy, and he even seemed to be running away.

The author has something to say: Well, I made up my mind yesterday not to update it today, but in the end, I finished typing and climbed up to update it. Could it be that I have the legendary M physique?burst into tears~

Then, I feel that I am very sad, I write very happy, everyone looks very anxious, I write very anxious, everyone looks very happy ~ so, I want to build our happiness on my pain , or base my happiness on our pain?

Important PS: For those who can’t wait for the slow development of the plot, and children who can’t stand such a happy Xiaobai, and children who don’t like the process of NP, let’s discuss it, or we will get fat and know the ending Do you think about it again?The main reason is that I am afraid that we will regret wasting money, and someone who is not confident looks at us seriously~

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33. Club Exhibition Day...

Day after day life seems to be repeating, such repetition makes it easy for people to ignore the passage of time, and then in a blink of an eye, they realize that it has been so long.With the method of imitation proposed by Qin Zimo, Mubai successfully resolved the feeling of not being able to act out the secret love. Although he still couldn't understand what the secret love was like, it didn't prevent him from imitating and performing.

A month passed quickly, such a busy and fulfilling life even left Mubai with no time to explore Han Luo's vague and alienated attitude.Apart from English tutoring, they basically had no other redundant communication. Although Mu Bai was very puzzled, he didn't want to ask Han Luo what happened.

I am used to going to the library every weekend, but Mubai is careful this time, and every time he chooses a corner with his back against the wall to sit, so as not to let people passing behind see his slightly abnormal notes.Although almost every time I go there, I will meet Helian City there, but as in the beginning, the two have never had any conversation.

Except, Mubai vaguely felt that sometimes He Liancheng always seemed to be reading the same books as him, but he didn't pay attention to this.And what made Mubai happiest was that his body had completely adapted to his thinking, even though he still couldn't react on his own, he could accept control very naturally.

Mubai really wanted to find an opportunity to experiment, but he didn't have a suitable partner, and he couldn't just go out and find someone to make gestures with, so he had to give up.Chu Shang hasn't done anything more intimate these days, first of all, Mubai often rehearses with everyone from the drama club, even when Chu Shang is instructing him on martial arts, there are many other people there.Secondly, Mubai intentionally or unintentionally distanced himself from him after the last shoulder throw demonstration, even if he saw him on the road, he quickly detoured and left.

It's not that Mubai is afraid of him, it's just that he doesn't understand his thoughts, and hates Chu Shang's words and phrases that treat him like a woman, so he subconsciously avoids him.

Compared with these people's unclear thoughts, the arrival of the club presentation day soon left the hero Mu Bai in the play with no time to care about other things. He tried his best to recite his lines, hoping not to be nervous because of too many people watching Distracted.His nervousness was seen by Qin Zimo who was sitting on the side preparing for work, so he couldn't help but walked over and handed him a bottle of water with a smile.

Mubai raised his eyes to look at him, then reached out to take it, opened the bottle cap and took a sip, Qin Zimo asked concerned, "Are you nervous? The next one is our show." Mubai was already dressed. She took off her costume, and was forced to put on light makeup on her face by the people of the drama club, and her pale lips were also dyed a light pink.

He held the water in his hand, but didn't cover it, the mouth of the bottle was stained with the color of lip gloss, Qin Zimo inadvertently saw the color of the mouth of the bottle, his eyes froze for a moment, and he couldn't help but look at Mubai on the lips.His lips are beautifully shaped, slightly thin, with a little indifference and coldness, but when they are stained with a layer of pink, those lips become inexplicably warm and attractive.

Qin Zimo even