I who pretended to be a bully have feline sequelae

Autumn: Yes.

Wen Yu slapped himself twice, forced himself to remain calm, then solemnly pointed the microphone at himself, cleared his throat, and recalled the tone of chanting scriptures from reciting Chinese textbooks countless times in his mind.

Song Qiulin waited patiently. Judging from the length of preparation time, he could know the degree of torment in Wen Yu's heart.

About half an hour passed before a 10-minute audio was sent.

She silently plugged in the earphones, clicked on the book, and browsed the content while listening to Wen Yu's audio.

Wen Yu is a bit too honest, and the fans are right to tease this point. No matter how shameful the heroine's lines are, there is no lower limit, she is still very dedicated to read them.

With that mood, Song Qiulin also began to savor the content of the book carefully. Although the taste is a bit heavy, the author's writing is exquisite, and the description of the scenes and interactions is very attractive.

The protagonist's slender and fragile girlishness was also successfully portrayed, and Wen Yu's voice as thin as a mosquito just added vitality to the character at this time, making her feel that if the protagonist in the book came to life, he would be like Wen Yu, With a trembling and fragile voice, she refused in a low voice.

It is too capable of stimulating the nue desire in others.

Song Qiulin originally just wanted to tease the thin-skinned Wen Yu unilaterally, but he didn't expect to include himself in it in the end.

The flames in his body grew higher and higher, his right hand clenched into a fist supported his knee, Song Qiulin stood up and walked into the bathroom...

The little chubby cat was sleeping comfortably on its owner's lap, but when it was about to lie down comfortably, Song Qiulin hugged it open with both hands.

It meowed twice, Xiaobu followed Song Qiulin to the bathroom, but she remembered that the owner had already taken a shower today, so she scratched the door with her paws uneasily.

The sound of dripping water and slightly heavy breathing came from the bathroom.

"Meow meow!" Master, are you not feeling well, are you sick?

Song Qiulin's forbearing voice sounded, "Go away, don't stay at the door."

"Woo... Meow..." Ruan Ruan felt aggrieved, she thought she was hated by her master, so she stepped on the carpet and got into her cat's nest in frustration.

……

After Wen Yu's message was sent out, he waited for more than half an hour with his heart beating, before the reply came late.

Qiu: Sorry, I didn't know that my friend would recommend this kind of book to me.

Qiu: I deleted the audio just now, and I won't send it out. Don't worry.

Wen Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Not long after, Qiu sent her a link, and Wen Yu clicked on it to automatically jump to the OM registration interface, which was the friendly match that Li Yanran wanted her to participate in.

Qiu: Do you want to participate?

Wen Yu didn't really think much of it at first. There were two reasons. First, she was not strong enough. Second, participating in the competition was meaningless to her. She didn't care about cash rewards or fame.

but now……

In fact, after seeing Fox's Weibo post in the afternoon, she was very angry, especially the sentence that Fox left in the comment that made Qiu have the ability to participate in a friendly match and compete head-on with him.

Of course, she hoped that Qiu would participate, and it would be best if she could give the fox a good blow in the competition, but on the other hand, she also knew that Qiu might not have an anchor who could form a team.

It's been almost a week since the news of the friendly match came out, and the anchors of the team have already signed up. Even if there are singles, it's unlikely to join forces with a newcomer, Qiu.

Ruanruan: Do you want to participate?You can try it with Li Yanran, I remember she hasn't signed up yet.

Qiu: Don't you want to?

Ruan Ruan: I'm not very good at playing games... I'll be slow, let me ask Li Yanran for you, it's just right for you two to get together.

Qiu: Since you will not participate, I will not participate either.

Ruanruan: ...

She still wanted to persuade her, but Qiu's thoughts were firm, and Wen Yu couldn't hold her back, so she had to give up in the end. The two said good night and got ready to go to bed.

Wen Yu used to surf the Internet with his mobile phone for a while before going to bed, and when he was about to fall asleep, Song Qiulin suddenly received a message.

Song Qiulin: You left your cell phone with me.

"Yes." Wen Yu patted his head.

There were too many things yesterday and today, she almost forgot about this matter, mainly because after Li Yanran told her that the matter of becoming a cat might be exposed, she was always guilty and did not dare to take the initiative to ask Song Qiulin.

Wen Yu: You can bring it to me in class on Monday, maybe you accidentally dropped it in your schoolbag.

Song Qiulin: Tomorrow

Wen Yu:?

Isn't tomorrow Sunday?

Song Qiulin: I will wait for you at your door at nine o'clock tomorrow morning

Wen Yu: Then I'll go get it from your house, it's too troublesome

Song Qiulin: I'm going to stop by to buy something for the cat, remembering what you said about the wallpaper, let's go together.

As expected of Song Qiulin, making an invitation is like an officer ordering his subordinates.

But she is in a good mood now, and finally got rid of the cat's body, and she has stayed in the cat's body before, so she knows how depressing it is to be covered in gray all day long.

As a good deed, she agreed to Song Qiulin's invitation.

Wen Ziyang still had to go to work on weekends. Yesterday, she noticed that the white chrysanthemums on the table were missing. When she went to the top floor to check, someone did a ceremony for Haohao. She knew in her heart that it should be Wen Yu.

Originally, I wanted to talk to Wen Yu yesterday, but I heard from my aunt at home that she hadn't gone out all day and trapped herself in the room. After thinking about it, I still didn't bother, and just told my aunt to deliver the prepared dishes.

Guessing that with Wen Yu's temper, it would be good to calm down for a day or two, she just planned to knock on the door this morning.

Wen Yu was still sleepy, smelling the comfortable smell on Wen Ziyang's body, he immediately wrapped his hands and feet around her body, and hugged her like a koala, "Sister...you smell so good."

Wen Ziyang still held a glass of warm water in his hand, leaning back against the wall quickly to prevent the water from spilling out, "Drink a glass of water first, and then wash up."

Wen Yu rubbed his head, closed his eyes, took a sip from her hand and stretched his neck to let her wipe his mouth, and then smiled sweetly, "I want to eat your baked egg toast with peanut butter."

Wen Ziyang was not able to talk to anyone yesterday, but today he saw that Wen Yu's attitude towards him was still the same as usual, and his heart was actually a little shaken.

She knew Wen Yu's character, so she was taking the opportunity of acting like a baby to indirectly seek reconciliation.

Although they are sisters, they have completely different personalities. Wen Ziyang tends to analyze everything in an orderly manner and then do it one by one according to the degree of importance. Whenever there are disputes and conflicts, he hopes to sit down and have a good talk. If the logic is clear, things will be settled. solved.

Wen Yu doesn't like to face those contradictions and conflicts directly. She is used to avoiding and hiding herself.

At first, Wen Ziyang thought it was because of her natural personality. Later, after studying psychology and having rich case experience, she realized that it was the influence of her childhood that caused Wen Yu's thinking habits to be a subconscious self-preservation gesture. .

That's why she began to love her even more, treat her better and treat her like a treasure in the palm of her hand to make up for some of the bitterness in her heart.

"Okay, then hurry up and finish washing, and I'll finish it when you get down." Wen Ziyang helped her pull up the pajamas that were rolled up on her stomach, and patiently told her, "Cover your stomach well when you sleep, and when you catch a cold, your resistance will be improved." It’s so-so.”

Wen Yu rested his head on her shoulder, which was the most stable posture for her, "Sister, isn't mom here these two days?"

I thought Wen Liu would rush home for dinner on Yan Hao's death day the day before yesterday.

"I came back from the plane the night before yesterday. I stayed with Grandma Liu all night and left yesterday. I didn't have time to say hello." Grandma Liu is Yan Hao's grandmother.

Wen Yu nodded in relief.

Grandma Liu didn't live with Yan Hao's parents. Yan Hao's mother had a tough personality and had a tense relationship with her. She probably wasn't allowed to go to the grave with her, so Wen Liu could only accompany her.

"Okay, come down quickly, how long do you want to hug her?" Wen Ziyang patted her on the back.

Wen Yu was not forgiving, and even went so far as to kiss her on the cheek, "I want to hug her for the rest of my life, and let you be a bachelor for the rest of my life, and you can only be with me."

Wen Ziyang narrowed his eyes, knowing that Wen Yu was implying that she didn't like Song Zhou.

"Okay, whatever you say is what you say." Half-truth, half-false, the tone is coaxing the child.

But Wen Yu was also satisfied.

Take a shower casually, and sit obediently at the dining table.

There was her bag on Wen Ziyang's stool, and there was a file bag on the table, probably because she came down in a hurry and didn't put it away.

She was still in the kitchen when she heard movement and Wen Yu shouting, "The hot milk is in the jug, you can drink it upside down first."

"Oh!"

Wen Yu picked up the pot and poured it into the cup, because it was too full, accidentally spilled a few drops on the side file bag, she quickly picked it up and wiped it with her hands, but the untied opening was wiped open, and a piece of water slipped from inside. Fold out the paper.

The paper fell on the ground, Wen Yu immediately put down the cup and squatted down to pick it up, his eyes casually caught sight of the information on it.

Song Qiulin's name was filled in on the top form, and a picture of her was placed in a decent manner, it was impossible for Wen Yu not to recognize her.

It was more like an identity information investigation than a case. What happened from birth to how old was recorded in the file, and even the personality of her parents was analyzed at the end.

"Ruan Ruan, I can't read it." Wen Ziyang came out with a plate, and seeing Wen Yu holding the paper seriously, she walked over to get the things back in a panic.

Wen Yu is not as professional as a professional doctor, but he still realizes what it means, "Song Qiulin is also your patient?"

Wen Ziyang was silent for a while, then nodded.

"What's wrong with her?"

"It hasn't been diagnosed yet, and you know it." Wen Ziyang put away his things and looked up at her, "I can't tell you this, it involves the patient's privacy."

"Understood." Wen Yu pouted and stopped asking.

When sending Wen Yu out, Wen Ziyang worriedly said, "When we meet, don't chase after others to ask questions. It's impolite. Uncle is working closely with the Song family now, so don't cause trouble."

"I see, I'm not a fool." Wen Yu wrinkled his nose.

Song Qiulin was waiting for her at the bus stop before. It was cold in the morning, so she was finally willing to put on a coat.

The hem of the coat is very long, and it hangs down behind to make the line slender and beautiful. On her feet are a pair of black leather boots, which are beautiful and inexplicably suitable for her. She stands upright, like a steadfast pine and cypress in winter.

"Is it cold?" Song Qiulin saw Wen Yu's cheeks flushed by the wind, half of her face was buried in the scarf, like a plump and moist peach.

"Hiss... what do you think." Wen Yu shrank his neck and glared at her, "What can I say to you, I insist on making an appointment in the morning, and I can't get up, and I'm so cold to death."

"After shopping earlier, I'll take you to my house to see the cat." Song Qiulin smiled slightly, took his right hand out of his pocket, and touched her face, "Didn't you say you like cats before?"

The cheek was touched by something warm, Wen Yu blinked, stretched out his hand to hold Song Qiulin's wrist, and pulled it to his eyes, only to see the canned milk tea in her hand.

"It's still hot, borrow your tablemate to warm it up." She stomped her foot.

"I bought it for you." Song Qiulin frowned slightly, and stuffed the jar into her hand.