Chapter 17: cute little one
When Ying Xiaoxiao woke up, it was already six o'clock.
She sat up from the bed and rubbed her temples.
The memory before the fragment emerged in my mind, but after that, I couldn't remember it.
Ying Xiao wrinkled her nose and touched her eyes, feeling uncomfortable.
Familiar room furnishings, how could she be at Xia Shenyue's house?
【Host, are you awake? 】
Bell asks.
Um, what happened?
Bell gave a brief description of the matter to Ying Xiaoxiao, who sat on the bed with wide eyes.
You mean, I confessed?
[That's right. 】
So... how did she react?
[She looked at you for a few minutes, and then read at the table, but the reading speed was very slow. Half an hour ago, she left home to go to school, and there was a note she left you on the table. 】
Ying Xiaoxiao stood up immediately and picked up the note on the table.
There were only a few words above, saying that she didn't have to go to the evening self-study, she had already asked for leave for her.
Ying Xiao read it over and over several times, holding the note in his palm.
Her heart was beating wildly, and her thoughts were racing in her mind, almost in a mess.
This was not in her plan at all, she did not intend to express her mind like this.
She's not ready yet.
Xia Chenyue found out, what should I do?
Ying Xiaoxiao took a few steps in the room, looking very irritable.
[Host, you don't seem very happy. 】
How am I happy?
Ying Xiaoxiao was in a hurry. Xia Chenyue knew what she was thinking, what would she think of her, what would she think of her?
[You have confessed, according to the current situation, it should not be far from the success of the mission. 】
But I'm not ready yet.
【what to prepare? Confess? IMHO, are you really going to make a confession if it goes according to your plan? 】
The bell is rarely so sharp and sharp, and it is almost pointed out the problem. It is generally silent, so silent that people can hardly feel its existence.
Ying Xiaoxiao's expression stiffened and she sighed.
She really...wasn't ready.
【Host, what are you afraid of? 】
Ying Xiao was silent and did not answer.
【Have you forgotten, this is a virtual world. 】
This is a virtual world, Xia Chenyue is not Shi Xi, and she is not that Ying Xiaoxiao.
Yes, so what is she afraid of?
She did do things like stalking and secretly taking pictures in the real world to be afraid of being discovered by Shi Xi, but now she doesn't.
She's just Ying Xiaoxiao, the classmate of the monitor Xia Shenyue, who doesn't do anything.
Ying Xiaoxiao suddenly became enlightened, his mood swept away the anxiety before, and became relaxed and happy.
Thank you, bell.
[You're welcome, host, come on. 】
Ying Xiaoxiao picked up the sticky note and pen on the table, wrote a message on it, tidied up Xia Shenyue's bed, and left Xia Shenyue's house.
No one here knows her shady thoughts, and she doesn't have a room full of photos.
It seems that there is nothing strange about it as a classmate who likes the monitor.
Ying Xiaoxiao came home humming a song and washed away the smell of alcohol.
Hot water drenched her body, and her face in the glass was blurred by the water vapor covering the mirror.
Then she is welcome.
When Xia Chenyue returned home, she saw the neatly folded quilt and a note.
——Thank you for your stay, see you tomorrow
There is also a smiling face drawn next to the word, which looks playful and cute, reminding people of the owner of the note.
Xia Chenyue raised the corner of her mouth slightly, but when she thought of something, the smile disappeared.
She was very distracted throughout the evening self-study. She didn't write two questions, and Ying Xiao's voice sounded in her mind.
My head is full of Ying Xiao lying on the bed, crying pitifully, whispering that she likes it.
Xia Chenyue was a little confused, and she was very at a loss about the fact that her good friend liked her, and she was still a friend of the same gender.
She thought about the possibility of alienation, but she was immediately denied it.
If that's the case, Ying Xiaoxiao will definitely be sad, if the face that always has a bright smile turns gray... Xia Chenyue doesn't want to see such a scene.
Xia Chenyue, who has always been smart, encountered a problem that she didn't know how to solve for the first time.
There is absolutely no relevant problem-solving ideas, and it seems that no formula can lead to the result.
Different from Xia Shenyue's troubles, Ying Xiaoxiao is not in a good mood.
She put the note in a folder. There was a lot of paper in the folder, all written by Xia Chenyue. Some were draft papers and some were small notes.
[Host, don't you need to deal with these things? 】
What?
【In your hand. 】
Bell was a little worried, if these things were discovered, wouldn't it expose the host's idiotic nature.
Ying Xiaoxiao was startled, what the bell said seemed to make sense, but she was reluctant.
Ying Xiaoxiao thought about it and put the folder away, since Xia Chenyue didn't know it anyway.
The next day, Ying Xiaoxiao greeted Xia Shenyue as usual.
"Squad leader, didn't I go crazy after getting drunk yesterday?"
Ying Xiaoxiao looked at Xia Chenyue and looked a little embarrassed.
"do not you remember?"
Xia Chenyue's writing hand paused and looked at Ying Xiaoxiao.
"Didn't I drink it out? When I woke up last night, I was shocked to see me in your room."
"Is there no impression at all?"
Shake your head slightly.
"After that, don't drink outside."
"Looking at the appearance of the squad leader, I should not be drunk."
Ying Xiaoxiao patted her chest and let out a long sigh of relief.
"If you're holding me and crying and calling your mother a drunkard, then you really aren't."
Xia Chenyue's tone was calm, with a slight smile.
Ying Xiaoxiao's eyes widened, she still did this?
Should not be ah.
Ying Xiaoxiao quickly called the bell in her mind and got a negative answer.
Ying Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief, the unexpected confession and crying were scary enough. If she did this, she would have no face in front of Xia Chenyue.
Xia Chenyue looked at Ying Xiaoxiao's round eyes and felt a kind of teasing fun.
She continued to write what she had not finished just now, trying to ignore the little sense of disappointment in her heart that came from nowhere.
I don't remember well.
This layer of window paper should never have been pierced.
As if nothing happened, you don't know anything.
You should bow your head a little, not to let your smile be exposed.
Now that you know her secret, don't even think about running away.