Those Years of Falling in Love with Mosaic [Quick Travel]

3.8 - Zha Gong: The world view is crumbling!

　　Kou Qiu was in the room holding his cell phone in a daze.

　　The mobile phone urged him: "Hurry up, I still want to watch the 10 o'clock news broadcast!"

　　It paused and then said, "What are you staring at?"

　　The phone screen still showed the second text message received, anonymous, from a number I had never seen before. Kou Qiu sat on the bed hugging his knees and thought for a long time before saying, "I'm thinking, who sent this text message...?"

　　The original person Meng Jiao was not a cheerful person. Due to the constraints of livelihood, he did not even have many opportunities to contact his classmates. Apart from Yu Jiamao, the only one who could get his mobile phone number was Zhuo Pu, who is now in charge of their class.

　　But the person who conveyed the message to him was obviously very familiar with both him and Yu Jiamao.

　　"This is not simple." The phone was a little confused, "Can't you just ask the male classmate who gave your number to him?"

　　Kou Qiu smiled slightly and rubbed the phone case a few times with his fingers.

　　"I just don't want to ask," he said in a low voice. "The feeling he gave me was not good."

　　He had an inexplicable premonition that if he asked, something worse would happen.

　　The phone beeped twice and said, "I'll check it out."

　　Its interface began to browse various web pages quickly, comparing the information one by one, but in the end, still found nothing, and a blank interface popped up. The phone rang again, and suddenly I fell into an inexplicable low mood, saying: "I am really useless..."

　　You can't even do such a small thing as investigating!

　　What qualifications do I have to answer the test questions and listen to the news broadcast!

　　Kou Qiu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and quickly comforted it: "It's okay, it's okay, you have done a good job."

　　He put his cell phone on the bedside table, and the quilt at the foot of the bed automatically covered him, tucking the four corners tightly. Kou Qiu touched a corner of the quilt and felt like he had a limp cat.

　　The desk lamp consciously dimmed the light.

　　Kou Qiu closed his eyes and said to his son in his mind: [Do you know the benefits of special people? 】

　　The system said: [What? 】

　　Kou Qiulue said proudly: [You will never catch a cold! 】

　　Look how tight it is, like a sleeping bag!

　　The system fell into a confused silence, and after a long time it said: [Have you forgotten that your own quilt always kicks you? 】

　　Kou Qiu's pride disappeared completely in an instant. He silently hugged the small quilt that was covering him, hesitated for a moment, and said: [It seems like oh, why, so strange...]

　　The system was speechless, and after a while it reluctantly hummed in response, [Yeah, that's really weird. 】

　　What a weird ghost!

　　Isn't it because you are wearing the quilt all day long? ! !

　　That night, some people slept extremely well, while others were destined to have no sleep. Twenty kilometers away from the villa area where Zhuo Pu lived, a young man walked into a shop and looked around for a few times, as if he was looking for something.