life pawn game

Chapter 26
"This handwriting is much better than mine." Xia Qiu looked at Wen Nairong's notes, "Why don't you give me your calligraphy ability as well."

"You've been here all this time?" Wen Nairong wiped away her tears and sat up.

"You guessed it, your reasoning ability is really good. That's right, I've actually been following you all the time, watching you being scolded."

"I want to trade back my high school knowledge."

"I reject."

"I can change anything."

"That's right, then use all of yours in exchange." Xia Qiu stared at the girl on the bed.

The girl was covered with a blue plaid quilt, with only her head and arms exposed.

"You deliberately let me find you and follow you all the way, just because you want me?"

"You're talking so erotic."

"I exchanged it with calligraphy."

"It's a beautiful idea. You just write beautifully. You are still far away from real calligraphy."

"what do you want?"

"I just made it very clear."

"Can't you help me?" Because of sobbing, Wen Nairong's voice was distorted, and she wiped the newly gushing tears with her sleeve.

"I thought you were quite mature, but I didn't expect you to say such things."

Xia Qiu closed the notebook and looked up at the girl:
"Downstairs a man is dying of illness, and the family on the other side is singing on the gramophone; on the other side is playing with children. Upstairs, there are two people laughing wildly; there is also the sound of playing cards. On the boat in the river, there is a woman crying for her dead mother."

He said: "Ask, what's the next sentence? Although you don't have high school knowledge, I believe you can find the answer from other memories."

Wen Nairong stopped wiping her tears, she was silent for two seconds, and said: "The joys and sorrows of human beings are not connected, I just think they are noisy."

"Unfortunately, I am not compassionate, and I have no intention of helping the poor and helping the poor and saving sentient beings."

Xia Qiu put the notebook back on the desk, and he saw the draft in the corner. The draft was pitch black, with messy lines of black ink dancing on it.

"Besides, it's all your own fault for getting into this situation. You were dishonest, you lied. You just tell your parents the truth, that you gave your father a new heart with your high school knowledge, and they'll all cry , I won’t mention half a word about your grades.”

Wen Nairong buried her face in the quilt, her voice was muffled by the quilt:

"They would be very guilty."

"In order not to make them feel guilty, you hide what you have done? Just let them misunderstand?" Xia Qiu put her feet on Wen Nairong's bed, "It's too hypocritical."

Wen Nairong didn't answer.

"Your father treated you well?" Xia Qiu asked again.

"ordinary."

"Then you care about him so much? Don't you save his life, and still care about his emotions?"

"My concerns are also ordinary."

"Oh? Just ordinary concern? Then you are impulsive pawn?"

Xia Qiu said: "You have a chance now. As long as you say you regret it, I will void our deal. You are still the top seed player in the province, and your father is still a dying patient lying in the hospital bed. How about it? As long as You said you wanted to change it back."

"No." Wen Nairong replied quickly.

"It's not just high school knowledge, but it can also determine whether you will be a good or an elite in the future. You can't get into college, you can only be a bad fish, a factory girl, and a typical joke that hurts Zhong Yong."

"No change."

Xia Qiu put his feet down and leaned forward: "Your attitude is absolutely not normal, is it? Paternalism?"

"No!" Wen Nairong raised her head, revealing her wet quilt, "If I'm sick, my father will definitely be my father too!"

There is the sound of cars passing by outside the window, the wind blows the windows, and the old loose screens rattle.

Xia Qiu thought of the middle-aged man named Wang Xiangwen. In order to reduce his son's sentence by a few years, Wang Xiangwen lived for ten years.

Since it is common for a father to serve his son, it is also common for a woman to serve her father. Wen Nairong is right.

Xia Qiu thought of Yi Yue.

"It seems that there is a problem with my concept." He stood up, "Let's go."

"I'm not being myself either!" Wen Nairong stepped back, leaning her back against the headboard of the bed.

"I don't mean that." Xia Qiu went to the bed and sat down, "Since you don't want to sell it, then I'll rent it."

"rent?"

"That's right, just... How about renting you until you graduate from college? The reward is my high school knowledge." Xia Qiu deliberately emphasized the word "mine".

Wen Nairong's disappointed eyes flashed with hope, her body leaned more than ten degrees towards Xia Qiu, and suddenly stopped.

"What to do?" she asked.

"Help me with errands, in short, be a secretary. A secretary is that kind of secretary."

"What about the second half of the sentence?"

"Which half of the sentence?"

"It's okay to be a secretary."

Xia Qiu's narrow smile stagnated on his face: "Although it is my goal to let you open your mouth with a childish face and say such unsound words with a childish voice. But you said it too easily, which made me feel very unfulfilled. "

"Understood, next time I will decline a few words."

"Is it the operating mode of cosplay artificial life? I didn't expect you to have this style."

"What about the answer?"

"You just need to do the first half of the sentence well."

"When will knowledge be paid?"

"I will definitely return it to you before the college entrance examination, but I can't do it now, I still have to use it."

"it is good."

The contract between the two is concluded.

"Put on your clothes, and I'll take you to familiarize yourself with the business." Xia Qiu urged her, "Hurry up, I've wasted a long time because of you."

Wen Nairong grabbed the quilt and stared at him, and he returned the same look.

Knowing that Xia Qiu would not go out, Wen Nairong lifted the quilt to reveal her body in a bottoming shirt.The brown bottoming shirt was attached to her petite body, almost straight up and down, lacking the ups and downs that a senior high school student should have.

She quickly put on her sweater, put on her coat and trousers, and sat on the edge of the bed.

The white socks covered Xia Qiu's last view, and Xia Qiu looked away regretfully.

"Where are we going? How do we get out?" Wen Nairong asked.

"Just walk out." Xia Qiu grabbed her hand.

The girl's weight was the same as her figure, Xia Qiu easily lifted her to the door, opened the door and went out.

"Wait!" Wen Nairong hurriedly stepped back.

Her parents are still in the living room, if they see her coming out of the bedroom with a strange boy, there will be a big earthquake in the house.

Xia Qiu didn't stop her and watched her run back into the room.

Five or six seconds later, Wen Nairong came out again.

The moment Xia Qiu opened the door, her parents should have heard the voice, why didn't they ask her?
She looked into the living room, and her parents were indeed still sitting, discussing her father's work.

She tried to knock on the door, but the old couple didn't respond, as if they didn't hear.

Needless to say, Xia Qiu must have done something wrong.

She looked at Xia Qiu.

"I took away part of your existence, and whatever you do will be ignored." Xia Qiu said.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Yeah, did I forget to say that?"

Wen Nairong stared at Xia Qiu for more than ten seconds: "You have long wanted me to be your secretary, but you lied to me that you want everything I have, and then you have an attitude that you want to use it yourself and don't give it to me." .”

"Conspiracy theories are wrong." Xia Qiu patted her on the head, "It was your persistence and affection that moved me, and made my bottom line drop again and again."

(End of this chapter)