In the bedroom illuminated by a faint blue computer, Suguo held his breath and quickly typed on the keyboard to send a message.

"Teacher, are you here?"

One second…

Two seconds…

Three seconds…

After waiting for nearly half a minute, Suguo suddenly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the beeping sound.

The head full of hairy legs lit up, and two characters of different sizes were printed on the opposite side, "Is something wrong?"

[Wisdom Fruit under the Wisdom Tree]: "Instructor, I am here to report to you on the progress of my graduation thesis."

[Instructor]: “What’s the problem with ergonomics?”

After typing out a string of words about how to borrow money, Su Guo hesitated for a moment before erasing it and re-entering the font to send, "Indeed, tutor, do you believe there are real martial arts masters in the world, the kind who burst into pieces with a single stamp of their feet?

That kind of thing.”

The person on the other side of the screen fell into silence, and it took dozens of seconds before a reply came in two Chinese characters: "I believe it."

Suguo put her hand on her chin and smiled.

As long as you can find a topic that interests your tutor, borrowing money will be much easier.

There were crackling and tapping sounds, and Suguo quickly uploaded the photos taken today to the other party.

[Wisdom Fruit under the Wisdom Tree]: "Teacher, look at this, this is a photo I took when I went to the martial arts gym to look for inspiration today. There is no trace of Photoshop at all. I am not fooling you."

…

A few minutes later, Suguo turned off the laptop, leaned back lazily and stretched.

The money was borrowed.

But tomorrow the instructor said he would come to stay for a few days.

The other party is preparing to participate in a debate on genetic engineering.

He is not interested at all in the so-called martial arts instructors, saying that he often saw them in the past.

It's very strange.

She stood up and opened the door. Anger quickly appeared on her face when she saw the scene on the sofa.

Qin Feng was seen lying lazily on the sofa, his palms caressing Su Cheng's slender black stocking legs.

But my younger sister's face turned red, she hugged the pillow tightly with both hands, and looked panicked, as if she was about to cry.

"Get your dirty hands off Xiaocheng's legs! Pervert!"

After hearing this, Qin Feng, who was thinking about his memory, turned his head and looked at Suguo, who was walking towards him angrily, "I touched the man's leg, but I didn't touch your leg."

"After all, it is the ideas that have been eroded by the West."

"In the past, when a man hugged me, it was only considered a good relationship. Now, touching my legs can make you think that I am a pervert."

Sighing, Qin Feng gently pinched the top of the black silk stockings as thin as cicada wings and pulled and released them hard!

There was a snap.

Full of flexibility.

The round opening at the top sinks into the soft and tender leg meat again, creating a charming flesh fold.

The intersection of black and white can be called an absolute realm, and the skin color against it becomes even more fair.

Su Cheng lowered her head and pursed her lips tightly, not daring to say a word. Her pretty face was rosy, like an introverted child who had suffered violence.

"It's nonsense! It's just nonsense!"

Knocking off Qin Feng's palm, Su Guo's chest kept rising and falling with anger. If eyes could eat people, she would have eaten the hateful man in front of her into ashes.

Protecting Su Cheng, Su Guo spoke slowly, "My friend is coming to stay for a few days tomorrow. I will transfer some money to you, so you can rent a house outside."

Qin Feng's eyelids twitched and he decisively closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Transfer money electronically? For personal safety to prevent being traced, I haven’t even registered my account number and usually use red pass tickets. How do I transfer money?

Seeing that Qin Feng ignored her, Su Guo desperately picked up the remote control and changed the channel.

The other party must be the reincarnation of a deadbeat.

Lao Lai.

But when she thought that her only relative, her sister Su Cheng, had been saved by him, she immediately lost her temper.

Changing the channel to Animal World, Suguo picked up the paper on the coffee table and started recording.

Soon, the content of the animal world started to get a little weird.

Spring is here, and it is the season of revival for all things. A gentle voice slowly narrates the behavior of a male monkey in the field trying to push the head of a female monkey toward the little red angry monkey below.

Suguo blushed.

Quick turntable.

What are they?

Weird, so weird.

…

Time passes quickly.

In the locked bedroom, Qin Feng boredly watched horror movies on the old LCD TV.

At his feet, he transformed into a little fat mouse with a lamb in his arms and a butterfly on his head. He was sitting there and watching carefully.

Compared to horror movies, the little fat mouse prefers watching those exciting food programs.

The owner had no choice but to let him practice his courage and gave him some dried fruits.

There are too many to refuse.

"Do you want to go for a walk with me?" Qin Feng sat up and asked in a low voice.

"Meow~"

"Hey! Master, I want to watch TV."

"Hey, brother Feng, I won't go with you to watch a movie."

The lying butterfly swayed its legs intently without even looking at Qin Feng.

Qingli, who was using a shadow stone to reenact the content on the TV, didn't say a word and was very serious.

Qin Feng curled his lips and realized that his charm was not as great as that of TV. He was unwilling to accept it.

Pulling out the still-awake black crystal and wrapping it around his neck, Qin Feng opened the door and walked out of the bedroom.

There was no one in the living room, but there was noise in the bedroom opposite.

The two siblings were probably chatting in the bedroom.

Reaching out to straighten his gray mink coat, Qin Feng opened the entrance door.

Walking out of the old building and into the sparse suburbs outside, a gust of cold wind blew, causing the surrounding weeds to sway and rustle.

According to the memory of the sword-wielding warrior named Yamamoto who searched for souls at noon, he and his companions escorted a strange small black coffin to the leader three years ago.

The so-called leader Curashima is the general person in charge of the local embassy.
Chapter completed!