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Chapter 482 Creative Extra Chapter: The Return of the King of the Golden Sutra.

Chapter 482 Creative Extra Story: The Return of the King of the Jinzai Sutra.

[Fill up the number of words, and this chapter originally came out first and then went in. Maybe the automatic subscription will lose some coins, so make it up.

PS: Just like the theatrical version of the anime, the framework is the same, but the story can be strong or weak, and it doesn't need to be related to the development of the later text. 】

September 2012, 9, Mid-Autumn Festival.

Peninsula Seoul City, Seongdong-gu, Oksu-dong.

In the lobby on the first floor of Zhonghua Pavilion, Jin Zaijing was sitting in front of the dining table, propping his chin with one hand, with a slight smile on his face, watching the tender-faced young man approaching step by step.

The boy was holding a bowl of Zhajiang noodles in his hand, and the fingers of both hands holding the Zhajiang noodles were constantly raised, as if the noodle bowl in his hand was very hot.

When he came to the dining table and put down the bowl, he felt relieved, immediately raised his hands, and breathed out: "Damn!"

Jin Zaijing pushed a glass of water over.

Seeing the boy's puzzled face, she smiled and said, "This is ice water, which is more effective than your mouth."

"thank you."

Picking up the ice water glass, the heat from both hands was quickly taken away, and the boy felt an indescribable sense of pleasure.

Then he suddenly realized a certain problem, and with surprise on his face, he pulled a chair and sat down: "People from the Xia Kingdom?"

"No," Jin Zaijing fell into short-lived memories: "The person I like is from the Xia Kingdom."

"Oh oh oh."

The enthusiasm on the boy's face quickly dissipated. He was not interested in listening to other people's emotional stories, so he subconsciously picked up the water glass in his hand.

"Wait a moment."

Kim Jae-kyung called to stop the boy.

Then she turned around and took out a small thermos bottle from her canvas bag, unscrewed the cap, and stretched out her hand to the boy: "Give me the water glass."

The boy was a little confused, but he obediently handed over the water glass.

After taking the water glass, Jin Zaijing poured a little hot water into the ice water glass from the thermos, and then poured the water back into the thermos. After several times, she didn't smile until she felt the temperature of the water glass wall: "Now OK."

The boy retrieves the water glass.

He wasn't that thirsty, but it was difficult for him to refuse after such a great effort, and at the same time, the resentment in his heart because of the big beauty in front of him who broke into the store temporarily also dissipated a lot.

"Is this also because the person you like is from the Xia Kingdom?"

"clever."

"Then it looks like that guy is really a wolf!"

When Jin Zaijing heard this, the smile on her face became even hotter. At first she could hold it back, but when she saw the boy's expression filled with righteous indignation, she couldn't help it anymore, and burst out laughing out loud.

"Yes, he is indeed a little bastard~"

"It's okay, the next one will be better, and the next one will be more obedient. We have a lot of good men in Xia Kingdom."

Jin Zaijing shook his head amusedly, and pushed his face over: "Help me mix it up, little brother."

The boy had a constipated expression on his face: "The younger brother is the younger brother, what little brother."

Although he kept complaining, the boy still picked up the chopsticks and helped stir the fried noodles. At this moment, he felt a sense of mission in his heart, to restore the country's image for that wolf-hearted compatriot.

For you, they learn awkward Chinese, write down your little habits in life, and even go to Chinese restaurants to reminisce about the past, and they are so beautiful... This shit is really blind!
After mixing the fried noodles, he picked them up and placed them in front of Jin Zaijing: "I made them myself, and the taste may be average. If you don't like it, don't eat it."

Jin Zaijing smiled, noncommittal, picked up a ball of noodles with chopsticks, pressed his long hair with one hand, lowered his head and ate it into his mouth.

“Yummy~”

The boy looked confused: "Delicious?"

"delicious."

The boy pointed to the noodle bowl and asked tentatively, "Maybe I can have a bite?"

Jin Zaijing handed over his chopsticks, and the boy waved his hand: "It's not that far yet."

Jin Zaijing slapped his forehead: "I'm sorry, I mistook you for him."

Ah...this.

Obviously the one who apologized was Kim Jae Kyung, but the boy had a sorry expression on his face, and he cursed again: "He is really blind, scumbag!"

"Thank you for helping me out."

Jin Zaijing laughed hard.

The boy breathed a sigh of relief, picked up a new pair of chopsticks, picked up two noodles, rolled them, and put them in his mouth.

The taste is as jerky and uneven as ever.

Where is it delicious?
Or is it that that scumbag's culinary skills are as bad as his, causing this bright big sister in front of him to fall into sweet memories again?

He didn't know what to say for a while, and after a long silence, he said, "If it's delicious, you should eat more."

Seeing that the long hair on both sides of Jin Zaijing was in the way, he turned back to the inside, and when he came out, he had a dark hair tie in his hand: "This is a hair tie left by a diner. I've already washed it, if you don't mind..."

Jin Zaijing's mouth was stuffed, and he raised his head to cover his mouth: "Help me put it on."

"Eh, okay."

The boy walked quickly to Jin Zaijing's side.

Then he paused, realizing that something was wrong, looked at the hair tie in his hand, and then at the big beautiful woman who bowed her head and was feasting.

Forget it, it's probably another trick of that scumbag.

Noodles, hair, you are so hot!

Walking behind Jin Zaijing, the other party raised his head slightly, and smoothed the long hair behind his head with both hands. The boy stretched out his hand, lifted the thick long hair, passed through the hair tie, and tied the long hair into the hair in twos or twos. circle.

He sniffed his nose lightly, sniffing greedily the smell of perfume wafting from her body. If it wasn't for the fascinating smell of perfume on the woman in front of him, he wouldn't be bothered to cook for her during the Mid-Autumn Festival vacation. ramen.

Damn it, it smells so good!

Is it okay to stand behind the other party all the time, and finally took a deep breath, and he reluctantly returned to his position.

It was just a short while before the bowl of noodles in front of the woman was half empty, as if the noodles in front of her eyes were really delicious.

Seeing the woman chomping on the noodles, the boy was spitting out his tongue.

Suck, suck.

When the last noodle in the bowl was finished, the woman wiped her mouth and raised her head. There seemed to be sparks in her eyes, which made him a little at a loss. He was the worst at coaxing girls.

The two of them just kept looking at each other, the difference was that he occasionally avoided his gaze, because he always felt that the eldest sister in front of him looked at him in an unusual way.

In the end, the other party took the initiative to break the suffocating silence: "Where is the dressing room?"

"Upstairs, upstairs."

"Thank you."

Jin Zaijing turned around and took out the cosmetic bag, and walked upstairs.

The boy withdrew his gaze and greedily sniffed the smell in the air. Unfortunately, there was a bit of fried noodles mixed in, and the smell of perfume was a bit impure.

You fucking scumbag, you are willing to abandon such a beautiful woman, scumbag!

Damn it, scumbag!
He scolded the compatriot he had never met before, picked up the bowls and chopsticks and went back to the kitchen. When he came out again, the woman was leaning against the counter with her back to him: "How much?"

"It's just a bowl of noodles, no more."

"You still have to pay," the woman turned around, took out a thumb-sized bottle and put it on the counter: "This is my homemade perfume, I think you seem to like it..."

"Ah... well, don't get me wrong..."

Han Zidong blushed when his little thoughts were punctured face to face.

Didn't she see it all?

"Don't like it?"

Jin Zaijing grabbed the perfume bottle: "If you don't like it, forget it."

"like!"

The boy jumped on it.

What counts as face?
This is what he deserves!

Carefully grasping it in his hand, he couldn't wait to open the bottle cap, put it under his nose, and took a light sniff, his whole body seemed to be poured into a warm current, and he felt comfortable all over his body.

He asked casually, "Does this perfume have a name?"

"lover!"

"Good name, sister, are you a perfumer? Where can I buy this perfume? And what's your name?"

"Jin Zaijing." Jin Zaijing glanced at the stage in front of her, took out an eyebrow pencil, and pulled out a restaurant leaflet. Looking at the four-panel cartoon on it, she smiled softly: "The drawing is not bad, but only the drawing best technique."

"Hey, I made you laugh, I drew this." A worthless smile appeared on the boy's face.

Brush brush.

Jin Zaijing wrote down her contact information: "If you need perfume, just call this number, and if you want a specific salary," she turned around and glanced: "I'll pay for it with the money for the meal."

"Okay, sister, my name is Han Zidong."

"The level of Korean is still a bit poor, so I need to practice more."

"Hey," Han Zidong trotted over the counter and followed, "Sister...Nu Na, that scumbag doesn't matter, it's because he's blind that he can't see you."

In his eyes, Kim Jae Kyung is a mobile perfume station, which is fatally attractive to him.

"Yes, he is indeed blind."

Jin Zaijing packed his things, put on his satchel, waved his hand, and walked straight out of the shop and left in a cool manner.

But after a while, she turned back again, and before Han Zidong could react, she walked over quickly, hugged Han Zidong, and kissed him.

So sweet, soft and overbearing!
This was Han Zidong's first feeling, and then he realized that he was kissed by the big beauty.

Damn, I knew there was no such thing as a good thing, and I still fell in love with my person.

With an affectionate kiss, Jin Zaijing let go of Han Zidong: "Your first kiss, this time I want it."

Han Zidong touched his lips, completely oblivious to the small details of why Jin Zaijing knew that his first kiss was still there: "This... this is my first kiss, and I need to pay more!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)

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