After wearing a book, I am a scumbag

When Lin Qingzhou returned to the room, Wen Tang woke up and sat at the tea table in only his underwear.

Holding a teacup, he stared blankly.

The teacup is empty, and Shensi has flown to nowhere.

Lin Qingzhou stepped into the house without noticing it.

"Brother Wen?" Lin Qingzhou asked in confusion.

Wen Tang was awakened by the words, quickly put down the teacup, stood up and called out to his brother in a dull voice.

He didn't look at Lin Qingzhou, and he did something wrong with his head hanging down.

"Why is your face so red, do you have a fever?"

Seeing his flushed cheeks, Lin Qingzhou couldn't help frowning.

He put down the food, stretched out his slender fingers, and pressed the back of his hand to Wentang's forehead to test the temperature.

The hair on the forehead was finely chopped and fell gently on the back of the white hand.

Under the back of the hand is Wentang's black and white eyes.

He looked up at Lin Qingzhou, and then quickly lowered his eyes.

"It's really hot, maybe I've caught a cold." Lin Qingzhou took his hand away, looked around, saw the clothes hanging beside the bed, took them and handed them to Wentang.

Wen Tang took the clothes and put them on, lowered his head and said like a mosquito, "Silly brother."

"Ah, what did you say?" Lin Qingzhou took out the food from the tray, knocked the bowl on the table, and made a soft sound, which was really not heard clearly.

Wen Tang raised his head, his eyebrows curved, "I say, thank you, senior brother."

Lin Qingzhou also smiled when she heard the words, "There is no need to be so polite."

Wen Tang hesitated for a moment, his eyes were clear, and his face looked expectant, "...Can I call you Brother Qingzhou in the future?"

There are too many people on Fuyu Mountain who want to call senior brother, and too many people call senior brother Lin Qingzhou.

Lin Qingzhou is different from other senior brothers.

Lin Qingzhou doesn't care about this, it's just a title.

Shout four words, if Wen Tang is not too awkward, then let him go.

Lin Qingzhou looked indifferent, and said yes.

Wen Tang smiled openly: "Brother Qingzhou!"

Lin Qingzhou smiled lightly and nodded.

The two ate quietly, chatting occasionally.

When Wen Tang asked about the secret realm, Lin Qingzhou said a few words briefly, avoiding the seriousness, only saying that he was accidentally poisoned by the black dragonfly, but it was cured.

There is no mention of the unhealed injury on the back.

In Lin Qingzhou's view, since this matter is over, there is no need to sell miserably everywhere.

But even so, after listening to his calm narration, Wen Tang still had a distressed expression on his face, and kept asking his senior brother if he was still feeling unwell or if he had other injuries.

Even Lin Qingzhou said that he would continue to heal his injuries, but he firmly refused.

In the end, Lin Qingzhou coaxed and lied, claiming that if he was not allowed to heal his wounds, he would be being polite to him, so Wen Tang reluctantly agreed.

Wen Tang's injuries were more serious than Lin Qingzhou's. Lin Qingzhou only hurt flesh and blood, while Wen Tang's inner palace had cracks.

After several days of exercise and recuperation, Lin Qingzhou's back wound healed well.Wen Tang's injury was nourished by his spiritual power for many days, and it was also a big victory.

Since Wen Tang was injured this time, Lin Qingzhou's relationship with him has become closer.

In the original book, Wen Tang is an insignificant character, and the original owner never lingers on him too much. Even if they live in the same courtyard, they seldom meet each other, and their friendship is quite shallow.

The original owner is a disciple of the suzerain, so he will not be bullied by his fellow sects. However, after the rumor of discord with Han Qi was heard, he was isolated and excluded, which also made life difficult for the original owner in the sect.

Often come and go alone, alone.

The original owner is a poor creature tortured by love, with only one cold Qi in his heart and eyes.

Thanks to the author's bloody pen, he has no friends, let alone great ambitions.

However, everything in front of me is gradually different from the plot in the original book.

How can a person only care about vain love when he lives for the rest of his life?

Before wearing the book, Lin Qingzhou was single for 23 years.

Science in high school, engineering in college, engineering design at work, surrounded by only a handful of female creatures.

I have never liked anyone, and I have never been liked by anyone.

Lin Qingzhou wanted to break his head, but he couldn't understand the original owner.

"What does it feel like to fall in love with someone?"

Lin Qingzhou pinched the white pieces with two fingers, recalled the plot of the original book, looked at the chessboard where the fight was halfway, and casually asked Wen Tang on the opposite side.

pat!

The black stone on Wen Tang's fingertips fell to the black and white scattered chess pieces, making a crisp sound.

Lin Qingzhou looked up at him in surprise, with a puzzled expression.

At this time, there happened to be a gust of wind blowing by, blowing up the two strands of black hair hanging from the corner of his forehead, and the fluttering of the hair made his face white as porcelain and his pupils like ink.

Wen Tang stared at him in a daze, his articulate words became sluggish, and he stumbled: "...I want to stay with him every day, I want...to get close to him."

After speaking, Wen Tang reached out to pick up the fallen chess pieces.

Lin Qingzhou immediately had a slight smile on her lips, pinched Heizi's two fingers, and gently pushed his hand to the side where he wanted to move.

"No regrets, junior brother."

Lin Qingzhou just asked casually, and didn't care what he said.

In this game, the two are facing each other, and Lin Qingzhou is hesitating, not knowing how to make a move.

But Wen Tang dropped a word by mistake, which just reversed the situation and showed full vitality.

He thought for a moment, then easily dropped his hand.

After that, he frowned and concentrated on studying the chess game, completely forgetting the topic of Fengyue just now.

With the hand hidden in the wide sleeve, Wen Tang secretly caressed the place Lin Qingzhou touched just now.

He spoke with a rapid heartbeat:

"...Brother Qingzhou, do you have someone you admire?"

Lin Qingzhou stared at the chessboard without raising her head, without thinking, "No."

Wen Tang was still worried, opened his mouth, hesitated to speak, and opened his mouth: "Then, Brother Qingzhou is to Han...", he wanted to call him by his first name, but he forcibly changed his words when he reached the edge of his mouth, " Brother Han..."

When Lin Qingzhou heard about Han Qi, she immediately raised her head from the chessboard where Fengyun was fighting, with doubts on her face, "How do I treat him?"

"Why is Brother Qingzhou so...special to him?"

Wen Tang pouted his head and stared at Lin Qingzhou, as if he wanted to get to the bottom of it.

"Special? Is there?"

Lin Qingzhou blinked and asked back.

Then I asked myself and answered, "No."

Isn't it just to block a sword for him and almost die?

Isn't it just sneaking to see him take a bath in the middle of the night?

Isn't it just to go to the secret realm to help his sweetheart get the elixir, and is he in danger?

What is this?

Nothing at all!

......

Well, there seems to be something.

But all these things, one by one, some were done by the original owner, some were forced by the spicy chicken system, and none of them came from his original intention.

So, he wasn't lying.

he thought.

"Brother Qingzhou, what do you think of Han Qi?" Wen Tang frowned, vowing to break the casserole and ask the end.

Lin Qingzhou's eyelids twitched heavily, and that little hot chicken in 233 must have pricked up his ears to listen.

He didn't want to relive the feeling of being slowly slashed by a rusty knife, but he said good things about Han Qi against his conscience, which made his skin crawl all over the place.

His heart was slightly suspended, but he didn't show it on his face, "It's not good."

There was no annoying alarm sound, and there was no pain in the brain.

Could it be that there is another bug in the system and there is a strike?

"Self-righteous." Lin Qingzhou spit out a few more words tentatively.

There is still silence in my mind.

"Cruel and ruthless, heartless and ungrateful, lame and aesthetically pleasing, low taste, excessive desire, poor workmanship..."

Lin Qingzhou couldn't vomit quickly, holding the chess piece tightly, and said a dozen words without a pause.

He didn't stop until he couldn't think of anything.

Wen Tang opened his mouth slightly, and was so surprised that he couldn't speak for a while.

"...Brother Qingzhou, are you talking about Han Qi?"

Lin Qingzhou nodded, "Naturally."

The suspicious look on Wen Tang's face was not fake, and he asked Lin Qingzhou in a daze, "What's the big job?"

Lin Qingzhou covered her lips and coughed lightly, and said nonsense seriously:

"It means that his sword is very broad, but in fact his sword skills are very average."

Wen Tang froze and nodded, expressing his agreement, "Brother's swordsmanship is amazing, although the sword is not as wide as his."

Lin Qingzhou didn't know what to think of, her face turned crimson, and she argued, "Mine may not be as lenient as his."

It is obvious to all and everyone knows.

Han Qi's sword, Qishuang, is about one inch wide, while Lin Qingzhou's sword, Yinxue, is as narrow as a willow leaf, very slender.

But Wen Tang was afraid of making his senior brother unhappy, so he decided to be blind, "Well, then senior brother will be more lenient."

Lin Qingzhou: "Then?"

Wen Tang hastily changed his words: "Brother must be more lenient."

Only then did Lin Qingzhou show a satisfied expression, with joy in his eyes and eyebrows.

Brother is just like a child, what is there to compare it to.

Wen Tang thought.

At this end, Lin Qingzhou secretly tapped the system in his mind:

"233? You broke down again?"

[Host, 233 is always by your side, giving you the most considerate service. 】

Lin Qingzhou: "..."

"I had an OOC behavior just now, why didn't the punishment procedure start?"

Although it sounds like a beating, but I am afraid that the unscrupulous system will settle accounts later, so I still have to ask clearly.

[Just now the system did not detect any OOC behavior from the host. 】

"Doesn't that count?"

Lin Qingzhou began to suspect that the judging criteria of the 233 system were uncertain and had no principled bottom line.

[The host's behavior just now, the system automatically assumes that the host's love is hard to express from the bottom of his heart, and his words are duplicity to cover up the strong love in his heart. 】

!! ?

God's love is so hard to express from the bottom of my heart!

Still in love? !

This spicy chicken system is really full of slots.

However, this also allowed Lin Qingzhou to get a glimpse of the hidden mystery of the system.

The system will only jump out to make trouble when he doesn't kneel and lick Han Qi.

Thinking back carefully, Lin Qingzhou also found out.

When not facing Han Qi, even if he is not as gloomy, cowardly, and withdrawn as the original owner, the system will turn a blind eye.

In other words, the system is only dedicated to maintaining his character setting of kneeling and licking Han Qi, and does not restrict Lin Qingzhou's multi-faceted character.

Lin Qingzhou suddenly understood, that is to say, as long as he didn't face a scumbag man surnamed Han, he didn't have to restrain his hands and feet, and he could be himself.

The doubts in my heart have been resolved, Lin Qingzhou continues to play chess with Wen Tang, studying the chess game attentively.

The beautiful and delicate eyebrows and eyes are dyed with a brisk and bright color of joy.

Wen Tang looked at the dedicated face opposite, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.

In the middle of winter, the flowers and trees in the courtyard are sparse, without any color.

The Ruoki tree above their heads was still stretching out its green leaves, glowing with vigor in the thin winter sun.

Suddenly, the breeze blew, and a piece of emerald green Wakaki leaves were rolled and fell to the treetops.

The emerald green was supported by the wind, and it turned somersault mischievously in the air.

Pass through the thin and slanting dead branches, and cross the gray tiles and gray walls that are neither high nor low.

She whirled lightly, and landed in front of a pair of black boots with silver and dark patterns on a white background.

The person who came was tall and tall, with black jade hanging from his waist, handsome and straight like a pruning bamboo, his voice was quiet, and he seemed to have stood outside the courtyard wall for a long time.

He frowned slightly, seemingly displeased, and his voice was cold:

"Excessive lust?"

A trace of bewilderment flashed across the deep eyes:

"A big job?"

The former puzzled him, and he was always very restrained.

The latter, never heard of it.

However, when the two words are used together, it does not sound like a good word.