The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 26:

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But what's wrong with that?

Look at his bitter and resentful attitude. Could it be that there were seven pieces of human flesh in his bowl?

Feng Zhiwei picked up the glistening braised pork in her bowl and looked at it carefully in the sunlight... She couldn't tell. It is said that human flesh is more sour...

"Eight dollars."

After the man almost smashed the bowl, he finally said two more words. Feng Zhiwei was stunned for a while, then thought of a ridiculous idea, and asked tentatively: "You... want eight pieces of meat?"

Gu Nanyi didn't squint his eyes and nodded seriously to the bowl in front of him.

Feng Zhiwei shed tears - Master, if you think there is too little meat, just say so. As long as you don't torture me anymore, don't talk about eight yuan, I don't have a problem with nine yuan... Look at how many pieces are left in the bowl ? Give it all to him!

She diligently picked the meat from her bowl, wanting to give it all to her, but she just picked off a piece. As soon as Gu Nanyi's chopsticks stopped her, she could no longer put her chopsticks down.

Then he said: "Eight yuan."

Okay, eight yuan...

Feng Zhiwei raised his hand, pulled down his veil, and whispered: "Please be shameless, I still want to eat well."

It’s so oppressive to eat in front of everyone’s wolf-like eyes!

Master Gu was finally satisfied with eating his eight pieces of meat, but Feng Zhiwei was a little unable to swallow. She was worried when the stupid things she had done would end?

After dinner, I went to the courtyard I was allocated. It was a small courtyard with two rooms, one for small-scale receptions, an extra room, a smaller suite with a bed, and a larger one. The two beds in the suite looked like separate rooms for the master and the entourage. Feng Zhiwei breathed a sigh of relief. The sleeping problem that had always been a little annoying was solved. Yan Huaishi smiled and said as if he was taking credit: "Brother, are you satisfied? This is But the best student courtyard in the college was given to me by the warden with great difficulty."

Feng Zhiwei smiled appreciatively and asked, "So you know the housemaster?"

"I don't know."

"How can I take care of you?"

"We got to know each other after eating noodles." Yan Huaishi said proudly, "I helped him peel three garlic bulbs, and he even told me the name of his new wife."

"..."

After a tiring day, Feng Zhiwei lay down early, but couldn't fall asleep for a while. She was a little uncomfortable with two men sleeping next door, so she got up and was in a daze. It was very quiet all around. The rules of the academy required that you must go to bed at midnight. There was silence. , every tiny sound is infinitely amplified.

However, something seems to be missing.

Feng Zhiwei frowned, listening to the gurgling water in the distance, the falling peach petals in early spring, and someone in the next yard ten feet away talking in his sleep, gibbering deeply.

Nothing but the snoring of the two people next door.

Did I not sleep, or...

There was a "squeak" sound from the door, and the door in the back room was suddenly opened. Gu Nanyi was still dressed in the same tight clothes, holding a pillow and floated out. Feng Zhiwei looked at him dumbfounded, and had to admit that although he was a grown man, Running around with a pillow is a very scary thing, but the strange thing is that this person doesn't look ugly in this posture.

Even... there is a little bit of temptation...

From his snow-white fingers tightly grasping the pillow, from his leisurely posture with his face slightly bent to lean against the cloth pillow, from his half-lifted gauze, the lips on the snow-colored skin are soft and reddish.

The purest and most straightforward, the simplest and most primitive beauty that seems to come from the depths of the human heart, is inherently charming because of its extreme clarity.

Feng Zhiwei suddenly thought of a sentence at an inappropriate time.

It’s easy to throw people away in the light, red cherries, green bananas...

While immersed in the beautiful artistic conception of the poem, she suddenly saw the man walking over with a pillow in his arms, went straight to her bed, and lifted the quilt——

Slept in.

Feng Zhiwei sat on the bed.

Wearing only a single coat, she looked at the man who got into her bed in the cold air of early spring.

The man slept calmly in her newly warmed bed, and he didn't even take off his gauze.

It's not that Feng Zhiwei didn't want to scream, but screaming couldn't make the man come out of her bed. The education she received since childhood told her that panic would not help in emergency situations.

So she calmly pulled the quilt, patted the other person's shoulder almost tenderly, and said kindly: "Gu Daxia, you slept in the wrong bed."

Gu Daxia's head seemed to move, and Feng Zhiwei was secretly happy that he had heard it. Then she heard a thud, and then the world started to spin, and her buttocks felt like a splitting pain.

She was kicked to the ground by Gu Nanyi.

Yan Huaishi rushed out from the room when he heard the sound, and saw Feng Zhiwei sitting on the ground, looking up at the man on the bed with a silly expression for the first time, with his clothes half-covered, revealing a gleam of moonlight. More radiant white, the fragrance of flowers floats in the middle of the night, and there is a faint scent spreading faintly from somewhere.

Yan Huaishi immediately turned his eyes away and stood at the door a little awkwardly, not knowing whether to help or avoid him.

Immediately I heard Gu Nanyi, who was lying calmly on the bed, said dryly: "I sleep alone."

Yan Huaishi was startled and rushed into the inner room with a hiss - it was better not for him to hear the ensuing negotiation.

Isn’t it just from sleeping with this man to sleeping with another man... Mr. Yan hugged a quilt and smiled like a fox.

Feng Zhiwei was also smiling. She got up with a smile and said gently: "Okay, you sleep alone."

He who knows the current affairs is a hero. Whoever has a big fist sleeps in a single room. She doesn't make trouble, and if she wants to make trouble, she won't make trouble like this.

Then she picked up another quilt and prepared to sleep in the inner room, and was about to kick Mr. Yan out - didn't he get along well with the dormitory supervisor? The dormitory master even told him his wife’s maiden name, so he probably wouldn’t mind sharing the same bed, right?

After taking two steps, the man on the bed turned over and said, "You are here."

Feng Zhiwei stumbled and almost fell from being tangled in the quilt. She turned around and asked in disbelief: "Am I here?"

The man was lying on his back, breathing slightly and fluttering his veil, with gentle ups and downs, and beautiful outlines. Looking at Feng Zhiwei's eyes at this moment, he felt like a zombie that was about to become a corpse.

"Yes."

Succinct, concise and to the point. Then he raised his hand and a ball of white flowers flew over and landed right at Feng Zhiwei's feet.

Her pillow.