covet her

Chapter 116 The Devil Speaks
Shen Du resisted in his heart, but he asked, "What kind of thing?"

Lin Shixi put her face on her face and thought for a while: "I've been thinking about it for you this afternoon. Don't you always like to play the game of defending the radish? Or just cosplay a radish?"

Shen Li: "?"

Listen to what the devil speaks.

Just because he likes to play with carrots doesn't mean he likes to be carrots. There is still a difference between the two, right?

Lin Shixi's mobility was beyond Shen Hua's imagination. While she was talking, she actually seemed to be doing magic, and took out a wig from the pocket of her school uniform jacket.

Shen Wang didn't even know how she stuffed this thing into her pocket.

He looked at the wig in a little astonishment: "What is this?"

Lin Shixi straightened the frizzy ends of her hair: "It's a wig."

Shen Wang paused.

Of course he knew it was a wig, and what he was asking was what the wig was for.

As if reading Shen Wang's doubts, Lin Shixi didn't wait for him to ask, and took the initiative to explain: "I got it from the animation club, I think you will use it."

Shen Li: "?"

You don't feel right.

Shen Wang felt that he would not use this thing.

"That radish, doesn't it have three leaves on its head?" Lin Shixi held up the wig and gestured with vigor, "This wig can be used as leaves."

Shen Wang stared at the wig in her hand, trying to make his resistance not so obvious: "I remember that the leaves of radish should be green, right?"

This wig is yellow.

It's the kind of yellow hair that spiritual guys like to dye.

"I know." Lin Shixi said, "The animation club also has green ones, but I think you won't like a green wig on your head, so I took the yellow one."

"..."

Thank you for your kindness.

But to be honest, he doesn't like yellow ones either, is it because black hair doesn't look good?

Shen Wang didn't want to be a spirited guy, especially in sports games where all the teachers and students were watching, and there would be drone shots projected on the big screen behind the rostrum.

It was simply death on the spot.

Lin Shixi had already started imagining two yellow carrots walking on the runway with a banner held high, and he grabbed the wig with great interest and was about to make gestures on Shen Wang's head: "Come on, try it first."

Shen Wang straightened up immediately, and pulled a little distance away from her indiscriminately: "Otherwise, you should try it on yourself and see how it works."

He didn't talk too much.

"That's good." Lin Shixi has never had the burden of being an idol, so he adjusted the elastic buckle of the wig with his hands, and put the wig on his head, opening and closing the wig very widely.

Then he raised his head to look at Shen Du, and asked expectantly, "How is it?"

Shen Du was suspiciously silent.

It doesn't seem like much.

It's not a problem with the face, nor a problem with the shape, it's simply a problem with the wig, the quality is too bad.

Where did the anime club get it from? Could it be from the heads of plastic mannequins in shopping malls?

Shen Wang didn't want to lie to her: "This hair, to be honest, looks like candied sweet potatoes."

"Candied sweet potatoes?"

This description was too novel, and Lin Shixi didn't understand it.

What does this have to do with candied sweet potatoes?
"Have you ever eaten candied sweet potatoes?" Shen Wang asked her, "It's just that when you pick up a piece of sweet potato when it's just out of the plate, there will be thin and long silk threads drawn between the sweet potatoes, which looks very frizzy."

(End of this chapter)