I Just Want to Deliver a Normal Takeout

Chen Feng's expression was as uncomfortable as if he was caught by a fishbone while eating fish.

"Is it okay, Afeng? I will listen to the teacher's lectures carefully, and my grades will not drop."

She raised her head and looked at Chen Feng, as if she wanted to persuade Chen Feng.

Before she knew it, she couldn't do without Chen Feng. If their schools were too far apart, the time they could see each other would decrease geometrically. She didn't want to do this.

So the tone also became a little pleading.

She also knew that it was impossible for Chen Feng to be by her side all the time. Because of this, she didn't make trouble for Chen Feng, let alone disturb Chen Feng's normal work. Maybe the "welcome home" that she hasn't heard for a long time is used as a kind of comfort, but she still wants to fight for more time for the two of them to be together, even if she is a little tired, it doesn't matter!

As long as I can get closer to Ah Feng, I will feel at ease, a sense of peace that I have never had before.

Here is a more homely feeling, the previous home... She has no redundant memories except pain.

Looking at Ruijier blankly, after a few minutes, Chen Feng sighed.

"Is it really okay? High school doesn't mean you can graduate only if you have good grades in science."

"I'll do my best."

"Okay, I believe you."

Unable to bear Ruijier's pitiful gaze, Chen Feng nodded in agreement and said:

"But if you can't continue studying, you must tell me that studying at your age is the first priority!"

"I will."

Rachel nodded vigorously.

"Okay, then I'll find a time for Yang Nai to arrange it. It is estimated that you should enroll at the end of March."

"No problem, I won't embarrass Ah Feng."

"correct."

Chen Feng was going to take a shower and change clothes, he suddenly remembered something and said:

"When the time comes, if someone bullies you, tell me, well, the school is safe."

"..."

Chen Feng's cell phone vibrated suddenly as he lay on the bed ready to rest after a tiring day.

Someone on line sent a message.

[Good evening, Mr. Weird. 】

This is……

Chen Feng frowned, and then remembered that this person seemed to be the girl who returned her mobile phone in the mall before.

What does she want to say to herself?Chen Feng accidentally forgot.

Tapping his fingers on the screen, he returned to the past.

【Is something wrong? 】

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Chapter 33 Extremely Lucky

At 8:20, the streets and alleys of the city were filled with mist. As a city relying on Tokyo Bay, the humidity in Chiba was much worse than that of ordinary cities.

Stepping on the glass stairs from the second floor to the first floor with a pair of sneakers, Chen Feng rarely put on his jacket today, but changed into a thick white sweater.

"Is Afeng going out?"

Sitting cross-legged on the sofa with a pair of slender legs, Rachel, who was holding a thick book, heard the sound behind her and turned her head in doubt.

Wearing a black and white T-shirt, the long golden hair is just like this behind him.

She noticed that Chen Feng's attire was obviously intended to go out.

"Because of some accidents and my own stupidity, I have to go out today."

"Well, remember to bring an umbrella. Although I didn't check the weather forecast, it might rain."

"I have already brought it, and your gun is in my studio. I have already maintained it for you. I forgot to tell you yesterday."

Pointing to the workshop on the second floor, Chen Feng reminded.

A handful of M1911.

Rachel's gun is a bit older, and the workmanship is also very ordinary. It looks like it was made by some underground arsenal. In addition, she has been using it all the way until now, and she doesn't know how to clean it. Parts are faulty.

In fact, he was not surprised that Rachel would have guns, because he had always lived in that kind of area where all the people were soldiers, and he might not be able to change some thoughts in his life.

A 13-year-old with a gun?

no problem!