I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 89: Ignorant
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(Many book friends said that the change was too abrupt, and they talked in silence. If you hate digging and retelling, you can read Chapter 98 first. Anyway, those chapters are free.)
Chan Ming played midsummer.
The whirling tree shadow and the rustling locust tree. The wind that occasionally blew through the steel and cement, revealing an unknown fragrance and refreshing.
It belongs to a certain flower, or someone.
The white floral dress is like a blooming lily, swaying the taste of first love. The quiet and pretty face under the window always talked to a paper novel with joy and anger, sometimes smiling and sometimes sad.
So jealous ...
If only I were the book.
"Yo, Jiang Chen, drooling." Zhao Peng's boy leaned into Jiang Chen's ear and squeezed him with a smirk.
"Muddy Kai." Jiang Chen glanced at him, then turned sideways and slept on the table.
It's as if I was just facing the side accidentally.
"Cough cough, I said. If you like Tao Tingting, go chase, don't ----" Jiang Chen jumped up suddenly and covered the mouth of the dead party.
"You want to die!" Jiang Chen turned around Zhao Peng's neck and snarled at Zhao Peng's boy with a red face.
Zhao Peng's face with a cheap expression, he rolled his eyes desperately to pretend to be dead.
The girl at the front table turned back and looked at the two to play treasure, and gave a giggling smile. The boys who had a good relationship with Jiang Chen and Zhao Peng immediately gathered around and shouted.
As if attracted by the noise, the goddess noticed it.
That is a slightly confused look.
Jiang Chen felt that his heart was about to stop.
The roots of the ears started to heat up.
Oops, the skin is heating up.
Tao Tingting seemed to feel too noisy in the classroom, so he closed the book and left the classroom quietly.
"Ah! Lying trough, do you use your teeth ?!" Jiang Chen threw his hand away from Zhao Peng's kid with a painful hand.
"Sun, your TMD almost suffocated me." Zhao Peng gasped, holding his chest and rolled his eyes to Jiang Chen.
The boys saw that there was no good drama, so they laughed away. The two girls at the front table also started discussing the TV series last night. Everything in the classroom returned to calm.
It's just that there are only curtains lightly rolled by the breeze on the windowsill.
The daily routine day after day is full and as always.
I always feel that all of this seems familiar, where it seems to have happened.
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June 11, 2171. summer.
The first summer vacation of high school is coming, and it ’s not long before we take the exam.
I peeked at her again today.
I made up my mind to hide my feelings for her.
No, no, or as Zhao Peng said, should I chase her?
No no no. It's too difficult ... she's so beautiful, and her grades are so good, there must be many people who like her. If I hurriedly was rejected, wouldn't it be impossible for my friends to do it.
Huh? It doesn't seem to be a friend.
...
"Ahhhhhhhh." Jiang Chen slammed the diary on the bed behind him, then lay on the table, holding his head with his hands.
Absolutely! If this diary stays in the future, it will definitely become black history! Ooo ... Oh, hell. No, grass! Lao Tzu is a tangled man! QJ if you like it, what's the use of confession? If you can't catch up, you can fall asleep. If you break up, you will get fruit photos. Can't even squat in the prison, dare to say that she likes her! Tangled with a hair!
Hey, it seems to be mixed in a strange paragraph?
...... Sure enough, it's still tangled.
Looking at the electronic clock on the table, Jiang Chen stared blankly blankly.
It took a while for him to recover from this unnatural state.
"Is this the so-called troubles of adolescence?" Jiang Chen sighed after pondering for a moment, scratching his messy hair with his hands.
Huh? Am I short-haired? Jiang Chen was stunned, and his hand stopped unconsciously.
...... It should be an illusion, who would be willing to shave such a short ugly head.
"Speaking. When did I start to write a diary? What is the point of this kind of thing, is it embarrassing to keep myself in the future?" Jiang Chen glanced at the electronic clock next to him and sighed.
"It's already eight o'clock. Forget it, don't want her anymore. Go watch TV and relax."
Thinking of this, Jiang Chen stood up, stretched his stiff limbs forcibly, and then walked toward the living room.
Because one is going to school outside, the parents are not around. When did this kind of thing begin?
It seems that the first year of high school is just beginning.
Clear memories come to mind instantly. Filled in the gap that was slightly in violation.
Walking into the kitchen, Jiang Chen opened the refrigerator door, took a bottle of coke out of it, and walked to the living room.
Sitting on a soft sofa, he took the cup on the coffee table and poured himself a coke, and then he comfortably pressed the remote control in his hand.
The interlaced light and shadow are woven into a light blue screen, just like a window, and a scene is played behind the window.
The TV series just started.
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"Giggle, I won't let you go easily until the training is complete." The woman swapped the position of her lower legs, and the color of the white flower made Ryan's heart agitate again uncontrollably. The slender jade hand lazily supported her beautiful face, leaning comfortably on the armrest of the noble chair. That gesture resembled a decadent and beautiful Gothic noblewoman.
"Want to know your status at the moment?"
Ryan felt a wicked smile appear on his dim and beautiful face. His throat twitched, trying to make his sight clearer, but in vain. This feels very bad, as if I were the fish on the chopping board.
"Then look at your feet."
Ryan subconsciously lowered her gaze, and saw that her feet were barefoot soaking in a shallow pool of floating petals. Did the fragrance of that night come from under your feet? He analyzed it dimly.
Through the reflection in the pool, he sees his situation vaguely. At this moment, he seemed to be tied to a cross, his hands and feet were tightly bound by a small chain. However, it is surprising that I don't know what binding method was used. He didn't feel congested.
"Do n’t you think it is beautiful ..."
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"Ember Empire" seems to be a very popular TV series recently. The two girls at the front desk today are discussing the plot of this TV series.
Jiang Chen thought indifferently, and then looked at the screen with his empty eyes.
The steampunk-style TV series adapted from a novel should be fanciful about things from the primitive era. However, the unexpected popularity of this type of TV series, under the effect of holographic projection, seems to be standing on the scene and watching.
It stands to reason that it should be a very exciting scene. Does it really matter that such a thing is shown on TV?
However, Jiang Chen did not know why he was completely uninterested, but just looked at him binocularly, and even had the illusion of yawning.
The guy named Ryan should be bitten by the vampire, but it should n’t die, because according to ... wait, why is this plot so familiar? Shameless plagiarism ...
Jiang Chen scolded quietly, then took a cup of tin and a coke, and frowned unconsciously.
"Do I like to drink Coke?" He just took a bottle subconsciously from the refrigerator.
As soon as he said this, he realized that this question was a bit stupid.
The story on the screen continues.
Lane really did not die, the vampire only sucked part of the blood from him. Then, Ryan was taken away by the vampire's maid, and the TV series started playing the staff table.
Also, if the protagonist is dead, how can the story continue?
Turning off the TV, Jiang Chen glanced at the clock.
It's already this point, let's go to sleep ... Thinking so, Jiang Chen got up and walked to the bedroom.
After seeing the diary on the bed, he hesitated for a moment and sighed.
"Sure enough, let's tear it away. If such a shameful diary is seen, it might as well be dead." Jiang Chen walked over with a wry smile and picked up the diary.
His, tore off that page, then crumpled it into a trash can beside the table. From the spine of that diary, many saw-toothed papers could be seen, which was not the first time he had destroyed the black history.
Throwing the diary on the table and throwing it on the bed, Jiang Chen buried his sleepy head into the pillow. He drew a sigh of relief around the soft pillow.
In short, come here today.
Tomorrow ... Try to confess to her tomorrow.
Even if it is rejected, at least no regrets.
Just like that, with awkwardness and hope, the adolescent boy slept deep.
The electronic watch on that table was beating cold characters silently.
11:59
12:00
The green light on the side of the electronic watch flashed undetectably.
It seems to be premeditated. The diary lying on the table was opened by the wind. (To be continued.)