Little Mr. is one hundred years old

In a rush for class, Qing Huan bought breakfast on the side of the road—he usually likes egg pancakes, with sausage, tenderloin and fried dough sticks added to the pancakes.

Qing Huan walked and ate, but he just took a bite, and because of the strong smell of oil, the instant nausea made him vomit it out, luckily there was a paper bag in it——

Qing Huan looked at what she had spit out, the feeling in her throat was still there, the feeling of rejection deep in her body...

Why is this happening?

I usually like to eat so much, but now I look at it carefully and have no appetite at all, and even feel sick - my stomach is still empty, and the feeling of hunger is still there...

For the next whole day, Qing Huan didn't eat anything, and the reaction in the morning was so big - he even tried to eat in the school cafeteria at noon, but as soon as he went in and smelled the strong smell of food inside, he almost rushed to eat. It came out, if he didn't come out again, he was afraid that he would spit it out in public.

I finally stayed until after school, and I was really hungry.Qing Huan felt that he was walking lightly, even so, he still had to go... to work.

M was doing a catwalk rehearsal at the time, and Qing Huan was looking at the clothes in the background, saying that she was looking at the clothes, but in fact she was lying on the dressing table to die...

Really... so hungry...

When M returned to the backstage, he saw Qing Huan's figure and raised his eyebrows: "Mr. Bai must be sleepy, right?"

"I'm...hungry..." Qing Huan said weakly, she didn't even have the strength to look up at M.

"Hungry?" M asked strangely, "Didn't you have dinner?"

"It's not dinner... it's... I haven't eaten all day."

M is even more strange: "Why don't you eat?"

"I want to eat it too... but... I can't eat it... I feel like throwing up when I smell it... I'm so hungry..." Qing Huan touched her stomach—it was so flat that it couldn't be flatter, and it was still concave when poked Go down... there is nothing in the stomach...

M sat down beside Qing Huan, looked down at him: "Why is this happening?"

"I don't know... It was fine yesterday... I bought an egg pancake when I got up in the morning, and I vomited after taking a bite... I can't stand the smell of food..."

"Are you sick?" M asked.

"I have a pulse, I'm not sick, I'm just hungry..."

"That is how the matter……"

While talking, another assistant of M came over with a box of things in his hand: "Mori, I bought the things back."

"Leave it alone."

"What kind of smell, it smells so good..." Qing Huan looked over, and it turned out that what the assistant bought back was a box of egg tarts.

Seeing Qing Huan's eyes fixed on the egg tart, M opened the egg tart box: "Want to eat?"

Qing Huan looked at the golden egg tart, and swallowed subconsciously: "I want to..."

M picked up one and stuffed it directly into Qing Huan's mouth: "Is it delicious?"

Qing Huan bit the egg tart—it smelled so good...it was the first time he ate something in his mouth today...he didn't feel sick...

So Qing Huan immediately lifted his spirits, he finished an egg tart in two or three bites, and then stretched out his hand to the remaining egg tarts, and soon he ate up the whole box of egg tarts by himself, and licked his lips with unsatisfied desire.

"You still want to eat?" M asked with a smile on his face.

Qing Huan nodded honestly: "I'm not full yet."

M turned to the assistant who was checking the clothes over there and said, "Yoyo, go and buy some dessert for me, buy more."

"Ok."

"You said you feel uncomfortable when you smell food, but you can eat egg tarts, does that mean you just can't stand the smell of oil?" M asked Qing Huan.

"The smell of oil..." Qing Huan murmured, "It seems to be..."

"Is there a possibility..." M said slowly, "You have changed back to before, and you can no longer eat meat?"

"Can't you eat meat?" Qing Huan thought about it, as if it was the same as before: "But... I will be hungry."

"You will be hungry because...you are still a human body."

"I still have a human body... but I can't eat meat..." Qing Huan was silent for a long time, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "What day is it today?"

"November 11."

"November 11th... Nine Nine 4st... Calculate... It seems that it's time..." Qing Huan whispered - the spell that the pipa put on her has expired.

"What is 81?"

Qing Huan glanced at M and said, "My desire is gone."

"Desire?" M's face froze for a second - he remembered the "person" he saw in his dream last night who claimed to be Qing Huan's desire body... the last words he said...

"M, what are you thinking?" Qing Huan rarely saw M in a daze, and asked.

"Does Mr. Bai have no desires?" M looked at Qing Huan.

"It used to be because of the relationship between physique and practice."

"Then...does it make any difference to Mr. Bai if you have desire?" M asked again.

"The difference... When you have desires, your emotions are easily affected, because of material things, because of..." because of "feelings".Qing Huan did not say the following words.

"Is Mr. Bai happy?" M carefully observed the expression on Qing Huan's face.

"Happy..." Qing Huan thought for a while, and said with a calm expression, "It doesn't seem to matter..."

M thoughtful.

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Qing Huan has been thinking that his desire has been withdrawn, but his body is still the body of an ordinary person... When did this start...

It seems that it started after Long Zhao disappeared. He and Long Zhao shared the same fate. If this is true, it means that something happened to Long Zhao and he was also affected...

Thinking of the dream he once had, Long Zhao was chained by a golden chain... What happened to Long Zhao...

While Qing Huan was thinking, she kicked pebbles under her feet in boredom...

Forget it, don't think so much, wouldn't it be better if Long Zhao didn't show up?

Qing Huan saw a convenience store by the side of the road, walked in with her schoolbag on her back, took a strawberry lollipop after looking at it for a long time, and walked to the counter: "Hi, brush it for me."

The clerk swiped the barcode: "Hello, two dollars."

When Qing Huan was taking the wallet, someone came in and stood beside him, and said to the clerk, "A bag of white sand."

Hey, does the sound sound familiar?

While paying the money, Qing Huan raised her head and glanced at that person—it's really... the road to Yuanjia is narrow... it turned out to be "Ji Zhiqiu".

Qing Huan hurriedly looked away - although his skin was no longer Bai Qinghuan, he might not recognize himself, but he still subconsciously avoided.

Qing Huan took the lollipop and turned around to leave. He walked very fast, but halfway through the walk he found someone following him, turned around and looked - "Ji Zhiqiu"...Why did he follow him?

"Excuse me, are you... okay?" Qing Huan was very calm.

"Ji Zhiqiu" walked up to Qing Huan with big strides, his eyes were very strange, as if there were a lot of things condensed inside, and it was terribly deep—he grabbed Qing Huan's shoulders suddenly, and whispered: "Finally...found is you."