Deeply rooted in your love [Fast Wear]

Chapter 3: Who Doesn't Want Tenderness (3)

The killing group, compared with the rescue group, is quite heavy in killing qi, and has the ability to save and kill, and that kind of power is definitely not something he can compete with now.
Zong Que didn't ask what the killing team was going to do, but said before the system reacted: [Trying to do a task also requires a goal, is it to complete a specific task or to accumulate star coins?]
1314 replied conscientiously: [Star coins accumulate, and the tasks of each world have been settled clearly when they are evaluated.
【Okay, thank you.】 Zong Que looked at the battery, pulled out the plug and got up, looked at the light and shadow moving in the kitchen, and said, "I'll go first."
A few slightly hurried footsteps came, and the young man leaned out from the kitchen and said, "Is it already charged?" I cooked the noodles, do you want to eat some before leaving?
He was wearing an apron and chopsticks in his hand, and his eyes were genuine, not false politeness.
It was really not easy to find a place to eat on such a rainy night, Zong Que plugged the phone back in and said, "Thank you."
"You're welcome, right away." Lin Heng smiled and re-entered the kitchen.
Two bowls of steaming noodles, with a little oil flowers, and two poached eggs on top, garnished with chives, look very suitable for dinner, but they are a little tasteless when eaten in the mouth.
Zong Que's chopsticks paused for a moment, and continued to clamp the next chopstick, but it was just tasteless, and it did not affect filling the stomach.
Lin Heng took off his apron, looking at the person on the opposite side who lowered his head and ate the noodles, it was much more difficult to have an appetite, but the noodles were sent into his mouth, but his brows were wrinkled.
Because it's really not very delicious.
Even if it is dull and tasteless, it is still a little sticky and soft, compared to what the aunt made, it is obviously overcooked.
But wasting food is shameful, Lin Heng ordered some noodle soup to taste the saltiness, went to the kitchen and took the seasoning box over: "Do you want to add some salt?"
Zong Que stopped his chopsticks, glanced at the slightly embarrassed look of the young man on the other side, and said, "No need, it's good to eat light when injured."
"Oh, that's good, actually, I don't cook very often." Lin Heng added salt and sesame oil to his bowl, tasted the taste and added a little chicken essence, and finally could eat it, but looking at the bowl opposite that was almost at the bottom of the soup, he always felt a little incredible.
In addition to the rumors of Zongque's fighting, in fact, he had heard another one, that is, Zongque's family was not rich, his parents were divorced, and there was only a widowed grandmother left in the family.
Therefore, he will often be the last to pay the class fee, and the material of the clothes he wears is not very good, but his appearance is very handsome, so that many people subconsciously ignore this.
This rumor is more like the anti-scale of the person in front of him than a fight, and it is rarely mentioned.
In fact, it seems that the temperament is not so bad.
Zong Que got up after eating the noodles, and when he picked up the bowl and chopsticks, Lin Heng subconsciously said: "You put it down, I'll just clean up."
"Okay, then I'll go first." Zong Que turned around and picked up his mobile phone and walked to the door to change his shoes.
The feeling of wetness is really not good, warming up with the body will definitely hurt the body, Zong Que looked up at the person who came over with the charger: "Have you had..."
"Your shoes are wet, or will you wear mine first?" Lin Heng looked at his mud-stained shoes.
The inside of the shoes is obviously wet, and wearing such shoes is no different from walking barefoot in muddy water, and it is uncomfortable to think about.
Zong Que's words stopped, "Okay, thank you."
"You're welcome." Lin Heng felt that what he heard the most tonight was probably thank you, "This charging interface is no longer commonly used, you take it first, and the clothes, do you want to bring it back or will I wash it and return it to you?" There
was a washing machine at home and everything was a show of hands.
Zong Que was silent for a moment and said, "Wash it."
He didn't plan to go home in the past few days, and he went back with such an injury, but he was afraid that the original grandmother would worry about not being able to sleep for several nights, and he would always want to figure out the cause, and it would be worse to go to school.
It is really inconvenient for him to bring clothes, even if it is hand washed, it is not easy to dry on such a rainy day.
"Well, you can try this pair of shoes first, our shoe sizes should be similar." Lin Heng took out his shoes, looked at the rainwater splashing on the window, and picked up the umbrella channel leaning on the umbrella bucket on the side, "This umbrella will be borrowed for you first."
Zong Que put on his shoes, slightly tight but dry and comfortable, and then took the umbrella, and the word of thanks came to his mouth and swallowed back: "Well, let's go, I'll pay you back another day."
"Okay, slow down on the road." Lin Heng looked at the figure who opened the door and went out, and subconsciously wanted to say that he would send him a message when he was home, but looking at the closed door and the extremely fast footsteps going down the stairs, he still swallowed the words back.
Their relationship is not good enough to be that way, and talking too much is also a burden for each other.
Lin Heng turned back to the table and continued to fight with the rest of his face, while Zong Que stood under the unit and opened his umbrella and stepped into the night.
It rained for an afternoon, the weather was cold as if it was not April, the water on the ground was not shallow, and there were no pedestrians on the road, only the slightly dim street lamps shone through the light refracted by the raindrops, making the night not so dark.
Opposite the unit building is the school, and this house is considered a school district house, some bought or rented specifically for children's day study.
The campus, which used to be very lively, is also dark and heavy on weekends.
"Where to?" Headlights from far away illuminate the road.
Zong Que closed his umbrella and went to the lane: "Safe Road." The
hotels on that street were relatively cheap, and there were plenty of Internet cafes mixed up, enough to meet his current needs.
......
"One hundred deposits, fifty a night." The boss who was playing with the computer at the front desk said without raising his head.
Listening to the sound of that game, it is obvious that it is still in the middle of a melee.
"Stay for two days first." Zongque scan the code to pay.
The boss looked up, looked at the door of his head and the gauze wrapped around his body, turned around and took a key and put it on the counter: "Room 316, don't wipe blood on the bed, otherwise the deposit will not be refunded."
"Got it." Zong Que took the key and went upstairs.
The smell in the corridor is not too good, full of the smell of disinfectant water, the room is quite clean, but there is only a large bed, the toilet and the water room are at the other end of the corridor.
In such a city, most of the prices can only find such rooms.
The night was already very deep, Zong Que Heyi was lying on his side on the bed, the wounds on his body were no longer too painful, and it also allowed him to think soberly about the next task.
The system can choose him, can give him up, everything is based on the life of the system, although the system is not malicious at present, but life in the hands of others, there will always be a little bit of unfreedom.
He can fall in love with a lover for more than a lifetime by virtue of the accumulation of star coins, which means that he may be able to get out of these worlds with star coins, rather than relying solely on the system.
Of course, the possibility of fattening and slaughtering the sheep is not excluded, after all, the highest grade beef experienced the highest level of treatment before death, and the heart of defense is indispensable, and everything needs to continue to be explored.
The highest level of the mission is S-level, in addition to the 10 million star coins that can be obtained by S-level guarantee, there will be additional rewards, and the additional rewards rely on the huge promotion of the benign world.
This is the information he currently has, and the star coins have accumulated a certain amount before he can detect more information from the system.
[Host, can't you sleep?] Do you want me to play you a lullaby? Make sure to go to sleep for three seconds. 1314 probes the very awake spiritual path of the host.
Doing a good job of the host's psychological counseling is also the work of the system, must not be the task has not been done, the host psychology has a problem first, that is a big mistake.
[No, I'm thinking about how to do the task.] Zong Que listened to the rain outside the window.
Changing a person's fate is not simply to prevent things from happening, because the tasker joins the world, under the butterfly effect, the original thing will also change, but the gears of fate turn, even if the original node will change, the event will have the possibility of happening again.
In this case, being friends with Lin Heng can quickly understand what is happening around him, but in view of the things in the previous world, it is better not to be too close.
[Okay, you think slowly. The system remained quiet.
As the night grew darker, Zong Que slept after making a rough plan.
The rain dripped all night, and the morning came amid the crisp chirping of birds, and when Zong Que walked out of the hotel, the ground was already half dry, and the cool breeze blew, but it brought a bit of refreshing feeling.
Zong Que searched for the map, entered a relatively deserted Internet café, temporarily opened a card, and found oneThe corner sat down.
If you want to make money and work, you can't do it, the original body has a lot of homework, the first half of the first semester of high school is played, he wants to catch up with the progress, it takes a lot of time.
His parents divorced, his father owed a debt to relatives and friends in business, hiding outside and not daring to come back, his mother remarried, and there was only one grandmother left in the family, in addition to some dibao, that is, to do some manual work to subsidize the family, but also to save for his annual tuition.
At sixteen, if you do not continue schooling, you are already old enough to support yourself.
The original body does not have the ability to make money, but he can try it.
After all, he not only has to use money himself, the randomness and suddenness of the task also need the support of money, and the money earned by only relying on dead wages will never be able to achieve the rapid accumulation of wealth.
For two days, Zong Que was quickly collecting and understanding the financial situation in this world, leaving money for a week's meals, and investing everything else.
At first, it is just a small accumulation, and when it accumulates a certain principal, it can invest in large, long-term, and continuous wealth creation.
[So invested in, what if I lose money?] 1314 worried.
Although the host investment is very powerful, the first two worlds were at least not afraid of failure and hunger at the beginning, and now the failure is simply miserable.
[The principal is very small, and the chance of losing is only 5.] Zong Que straightened his cap, made sure that the gauze was covered, and then stepped into the classroom.
The classroom where the teacher did not come on Sunday evening was originally a little noisy, but silence returned to it for a moment.
Some people went back to read, some quietly put their mobile phones away, and some looked at them, retracted their legs to make way for the passage to the back, and quietly looked at the young man whose eyebrows became more and more gloomy due to the lower brim of his hat.
Lin Heng turned his head to look at him without a trace of faltering steps, and as soon as he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he saw that the person was sitting on the seat in the back row and lying down, closing his eyes, obviously intending to sleep.
"What does the squad leader look at?" The same table asked in a low voice, followed his gaze and muttered, "I don't know how he came to class today, and he wore a hat, but it was really enough to pretend."
"Don't say that." Lin Heng looked at the long sleeves on his body, thinking that those scars should be covered inside, and the hat was probably also to cover the scars.
I didn't change my clothes, didn't I go home?
As Zong Que closed his eyes, there were gradually more noisy sounds in the classroom, and the students were still a little unable to escape the relaxation and happiness of the holiday.
But every time at the end of the holiday, all classes are like this, stop it once and for a while, it is still like this, there is no need to remember the name, Lin Heng looks at his book and can't hear it, and the teacher will be quiet when he comes.
Until an impatient voice came from the back of the classroom: "Quiet."
Lin Heng turned around, looking at the impatience and gloom in the young man's somewhat sleepy eyes, listening to the silence around him, and the corners of his lips hooked slightly.
Well, the same effect.