The Counterattack Plan of A Villain With Ten Thousand Fans [QT] (part 2)

Chapter 230

Ling Chunan turned over with his eyes closed, pulled up the quilt to cover his head, and just when 098 thought he was asleep, Ling Chunan spoke, "I didn't see it at first."

"I have to say, that Tang Shouxu is very real, and he was simulated exactly according to my impression of him, and the taste is the same." Ling Chunan paused, "Well, even his reaction when I killed him was almost the same." ... How could you

still do it like this?

098 didn't say anything about his complaints, but Ling Chunan could always guess what it was thinking, "But fake is fake after all. If you have to ask me why I'm sure he's not the real Tang Shouxu, it's probably because the cake he made is more delicious than Tang Shouxu's." Ling Chunan's tone was a little accusatory when he said this, "You know, I prefer sweeter ones." But no matter which world, the desserts made by men are not very sweet.

When 098 heard this reason, he only had one feeling - he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It turned out that it was blaming it for not having a sense of taste and not knowing the taste of food, so it didn't recognize it.

Thinking of this, 098 finally felt a little comforted, which showed that its IQ was not particularly low.

Of course, this was just one of the reasons. For someone who had been with him for countless years, even if he didn't recognize him at the beginning, Ling Chunan couldn't have failed to notice it in the process of getting along with him later. Otherwise, he wouldn't have subconsciously distanced himself from the fake Tang Shouxu.

Thinking of the man's eyes when he stabbed the second time, Ling Chunan sighed. Even if he knew he was fake, he almost didn't hold the knife in his hand at that time.

... He might have failed.

This realization made Ling Chunan not very happy even if he completed the task.

At this time, Tang Shouxu pushed the door open and looked at the quilt that was raised on the bed, his eyes full of smiles, "Is baby awake?"

Seeing that Ling Chunan ignored him, Tang Shouxu was not annoyed. He sat down beside the bed and gently pulled the quilt, "Are you hungry, baby? The meal is ready."

Ling Chunan still did not move, Tang Shouxu said again: "You have an exam today, you will be late."

Ling Chunan: "..."

Although he had been in the world simulated by the blood mist for several months, in fact, only a short time had passed in real time, that is, yesterday, Ling Chunan had just seen Bao Jing.

Today is the final exam of the first semester of senior year.

"I don't want to go." Ling Chunan's voice was muffled.

"Okay." Tang Shouxu didn't ask why, and said obediently: "Then I'll call the teacher and adjust your exam time."

"Forget it." Ling Chunan lifted the quilt and sat up, just in time to meet Tang Shouxu's eyes. He was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Put on my clothes."

Tang Shouxu laughed softly, and the doting in his eyes almost overflowed, "Okay."

Looking at the man who was seriously dressing himself, Ling Chunan calmed down a little, and it seemed that this was not bad.

But I have to say that this man's method of boiling a frog in warm water is really powerful.

When Ling Chunan arrived at school, it was already close to the exam time. Because the seats for the exams in the whole school were arranged according to the midterm exam results, Ling Chunan's exam room was not in his own classroom. As soon as he walked into the first exam room, dozens of eyes were focused on him.