Lord Lu's little ancestor is a master of metaphysics

Chapter 10 Tell Your Story
"Child, who did you ask to bring you food?"

Gu Huo woke up when Cen Xue arrived just now, lazily unwilling to move.

It was rare for Gu Huo to have a good night's sleep. When he woke up, he felt extremely comfortable. He could eat ten cows now!

Stretching, he saw the little purple man on the child's table, curled his lips.

He and Cen Shu were the only ones left in the classroom. Children are children, they are both so old, and they still like to play paper-cutting.

Not to mention, it looks like it has a nose and eyes.

Cen Shu tilted her head and looked at Gu Huo, "Don't tell me you won't bring me food?"

Guho:? ? ?
When did he say he was going to bring food for Cen Shu?

"Did you forget? You just said it yourself before you fell asleep."

Cen Shu stared straight at Gu Huo, her almond eyes were full of accusations.

"Hey! Why are you looking at me like this?" It made him look like some heinous scumbag.

"Okay, I'll bring it to you, alright!"

Gu Huo rubbed his afro hair irritably and got up.

There was an ear-piercing sound as the stool rubbed against the ground, and Gu Huo walked out of the classroom with his hands in his pockets.

The afternoon breeze carried the warmth of the sun, and the classroom was very quiet.

Quiet can hear the sound of the wind blowing leaves outside the window.

"Hello! How long have you been here?"

Cen Shu sat on the table, her slender white legs dangling in the air.

The classroom was empty at this time.

Next to the garbage area, there was just one empty table, covered in dust, it looked like it hadn't been used in ages.

Besides, it is close to the garbage dump, and it is hot in summer. Even if the school handles it well, it will inevitably have a little sour smell.

Cen Shu sighed softly, jumped off the table, and came to the dusty table.

His fingers curled slightly, and he tapped on the table.

The white figure shook slightly, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.

"Are you... talking to me? Can you see me?"

Bai Ying was a little excited, but he didn't have a form, and his voice was like a drake's voice, sharp and unpleasant.

Cen Shu scratched her ears, took out milk candy from her pocket, "Do you want to eat?"

Shirai Shadow suddenly stopped, his head drooped, looking a bit lost.

"Thank you, but... I can't eat."

Without further ado, Cen Shu stuffed a piece into Bai Ying's mouth.

"Well, cough cough cough!"

Caught off guard, Bai Ying was unprepared and coughed from choking.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, he looked at Cen Shu in a daze.

"It's pretty cute."

Cen Shu looked Bai Ying up and down, and with the milk film, Bai Ying slowly transformed from a human-shaped mist into its original appearance.

With double ponytails and the school uniform of Xuancheng No. [-] Middle School, she looks very sweet and cute.

On the school badge on the left side, it says: Rong Meng.

Rong Meng looked at her hands and feet in surprise, her eyes full of disbelief.

"Same, classmate..."

"My name is Cen Shu."

Cen Shu thought it was too tiring to sit on the table and bow her head while talking, so she jumped off the table, moved a chair and sat beside Rong Meng.

"Why don't you go to die?"

Rong Meng froze for a moment, with a wry smile on his face, and looked at the blackboard in the classroom, "I just don't want to be reconciled."

"What are you not willing to do?"

Cen Shu played with Xiao Zi's small arm with one hand, and asked casually.

Xiao Zi lay obediently on the hem of Cen Shu's skirt, letting Cen Shu play with her.

"Unwilling... what?"

Rong Meng murmured, yes, what is she unwilling about?
Lowering his eyes, he pondered for a long time, the answer seemed to be on his lips, but Rong Meng couldn't say anything, and the originally solid soul body began to loosen.

Cen Shu sighed softly, and lightly stroked Rong Meng's eyes, "Rong Meng, tell me your story."

(End of this chapter)