Strategy to develop champions

Chapter 87

I don't know how long it took, but the half-finished product in Zhao Caifeng's hands was almost finished. Zhao Caifeng raised her head and moved her stiff neck, only to find that the rustling sound of writing that had been going on just now was gone. She raised her head, stood up slowly, and saw Song Mingxuan had already fallen asleep with his pillow on the scroll.An inkstone was placed above his right hand, and at this moment there was a mouse poking its head over there.

The mice from the poor family looked very pitiful, with their thin and small statures becoming more and more prominent with long beaks and beaks.Zhao Caifeng really wanted to reach out to chase it away, but she was afraid that the noise would be too loud and would wake Song Mingxuan up.Judging by his posture, he seemed to have just slept for a while.

The candle on the candlestick was burning slowly, and the wax oil dripped down the funnel in the floor along the candle. Zhao Caifeng made some movements towards the mouse for a long time, but the mouse didn't move at all, and was still exploring with its little paws. The things in the inkstone.Finally, it was so hungry that it couldn't bear it any longer, and moved its mouth into the inkstone. The mouse touched the ink inside, backed away in fright, rubbed it on the table a few times, and found that the ink seemed to be fine. Dangerous, leaned over again.

Zhao Caifeng laughed out loud, but saw that Song Mingxuan was already sleeping soundly, breathing evenly, and didn't seem to be wary of the existence of mice at all.After a while, the mouse sneaked over and sniffed Song Mingxuan's face, and the black ink that was full of mouth was painted on Song Mingxuan's cheek.

Song Mingxuan snorted slightly, and muttered, "Go eat in the kitchen, don't chew on my book..."

Zhao Caifeng covered her mouth again and laughed, which shows that Song Mingxuan and the mouse are still old friends.After all, it was windy at night, and it was easy to catch cold when sleeping with the window open. Seeing that there was still half a candle in the candlestick, Zhao Caifeng put down the clothes in her hands, and carefully placed the candlestick on Song Mingxuan's desk, intending to reach out to tidy up the table for him. , and sleep with the windows closed.

This mouse is indeed very courageous, and it is not afraid of people. After Zhao Caifeng's series of actions, it is still sniffing Song Mingxuan's face non-stop.Zhao Caifeng tried hard to think about it, Song Mingxuan didn't eat anything delicious tonight, and he only stretched out his chopsticks for the egg Xu's scrambled.

Zhao Caifeng yawned, and when she was about to reach out to tidy up the books, the mouse seemed to be frightened, and suddenly sprinted back. It moved quickly and jumped under the table, knocking Zhao Caifeng on the table corner candlesticks.

Inside the candlestick was hot wax that hadn't condensed, and on the desk was Song Mingxuan's sleeping face, if it was splashed, Song Mingxuan's face would be ruined.

Although I don't know if the ancient people also relied on their faces for food, but if one day Song Mingxuan's high school champion had a big scar on his face, it would definitely be detrimental to his beauty.Zhao Caifeng couldn't get up to think for a moment, she reached out and knocked the candlestick on the ground to the ground.

She had never tasted the hot wax oil on the back of her hand in two lifetimes. The candlestick fell to the ground with a bang, and the original dim candlelight in the room turned into darkness for a moment.

Song Mingxuan straightened up suddenly, and by the moonlight he saw that Zhao Caifeng was still standing outside the window. The backs of Zhao Caifeng's tender hands were stained with wax, and her face was deformed from the pain. Candelabra."

Song Mingxuan felt something was wrong when he heard the sound, so he hurriedly searched the drawer to find the fire folder, helped the candlestick on the ground to light it, and then saw Zhao Caifeng's left hand that had been hiding behind him.

"Caifeng, what happened to your hand?" Song Mingxuan looked at the few candle oils on the table, raised his head and asked Zhao Caifeng.

"It's nothing." Zhao Caifeng is not a teenage girl who would cry bitterly after being injured. She is dressed as a village girl, not a heroine of a favorite novel. If it is too hypocritical, then it will be over.

When Zhao Caifeng was about to knock out teeth and swallow blood, Song Mingxuan had already walked out of the living room with a candlestick in his hand, put the candlestick on the window sill, took a look at Zhao Caifeng's hand,
Two pieces the size of copper coins were splashed with wax oil on the back of the originally white hand. With the wax oil on it, only a red patch can be seen, which seems to have bulged.

When Song Mingxuan saw it, his eyes turned red immediately, as if he was about to cry.

"How good this is, the skin will be scalded, and it will leave scars in the future." Song Mingxuan's eyes were red, and the hand holding Zhao Caifeng's fingers was a little tight, so he was busy holding the candlestick with one hand, and pulling Zhao Caifeng to the water in the backyard with the other. Walking over to the tank, she turned around and rolled up Zhao Caifeng's sleeves, fetched a basin of cold water, and soaked her hands in the cold well water.

"I read in the book that it will hurt less. I'll go to Grandma Li's house tomorrow to see if she has any burn cream or something to use. The candle oil on it is not easy to pick with your hands, you know?" Song Mingxuan was rambling on, except that Zhao Caifeng made a little bit of trouble when she rolled up her sleeves and soaked her hands in it, so far she has cooperated in everything.

(End of this chapter)