The soul penetrates the little paste bean, and the title becomes top-notch

Chapter 132 We don’t understand all the love in the world

Penn showed a confident and shrewd look.

Like a child showing off his new toy.

"Then tell me, how did you negotiate the conditions?" Lin Fei asked, "I will learn from it, maybe I will use this trick next time to get the parents to agree to my request."

Penn turned his head and lay on the railing of the rooftop, his tone became calm again.

"I exchanged it for being among the top three in the school for zero-diagnosis exams."

"Theoretically, any amount of points can be exchanged for this amount."

"My parents are rather vulgar and they treat me well. As long as I have good grades, they can turn a blind eye or even turn a blind eye to other things."

"Including this physics competition, I want to participate because my academic performance in school has little room for improvement."

At this point, Penn paused.

Under the night, he saw Lin Fei listening to his words with concentration on her face, like a sad storage container, which made her feel better.

"Originally, I was the second oldest in ten thousand years, but I couldn't beat that guy Huang Zhengwen. But now that you're here, I've become the third oldest, and I'm even more ruined."

Hearing Peng En's self-deprecation, Lin Fei smiled and asked, "So?"

"So I just changed the game to play." Penn's eyes were firm. "Come to the subject competition to try it out and see if you can come up with something new."

"They don't understand either. Anyway, if you can get a ranking, the school will definitely publicize it."

"And this thing looks more high-end than the college entrance examination, so it can be deceived."

Peng En planned his "grand project" to deceive his parents, and the smile on his face couldn't help but get deeper.

Lin Fei asked again: "So this time, what do you want to change?"

"What should I change?" Peng En's face suddenly darkened, "It's hard to say..."

His eyes flickered.

Lin Fei was like an audience member off stage, watching a wonderful face-changing show.

How did he manage to feel happy and giggling, and sad and depressed in just a few minutes?

Were you this stupid when you were in adolescence?

"The things I want to exchange have to be approved by my parents. They can't give it to me. I have to go and get it first." Peng En's voice was a little hoarse.

"It seems like your parents are quite easy to talk to." Lin Fei recognized Penn's Riddler attributes and knew that there was something he didn't want to say.

If you don’t want to talk, you don’t have to talk and just talk.

It is wrong to break the pot and ask for the truth.

"Then what did you get this tattoo for?" Lin Fei changed the topic and pointed to the small purple flower on Penn's collarbone.

This tattoo is small and somewhat hidden.

If they hadn't stood face to face for so long today and Peng En was wearing cool clothes, she really wouldn't have noticed it.

"This one?" Peng En pulled down his collar and gently touched the flower with his other hand, "This is what Ah Huang put on me. I'm afraid of pain, death, and physical failure. Well, I don’t dare to get a tattoo. Besides, if you get a tattoo, you won’t look like a good person, but like a street gangster.”

"When you go to school, you can either cover it up or tear it off. How convenient it is."

"Afraid of death and poor health, why do you smoke?"

Penn lowered his head and glanced at the cigarette butt that he had stamped out. He chuckled and said, "I'm not addicted to cigarettes. I just smoke occasionally when I'm stressed."

"Smoking is not a shameful thing."

He took out a small cigarette case from his pocket, took out one and gave it to Lin Fei: "Do you want to try it?"

The night was too dark, and Lin Fei was unfamiliar with cigarettes and couldn't tell what brand of cigarettes they were.

But she vaguely knew that the words on the cigarette box were "Smoking is harmful to health, minors are prohibited from smoking." 】The practice of smoking seems a bit ridiculous.

She didn't dare to persuade him not to do this.

For an adolescent child, the more you tell him not to do something, he will do it anyway, which will make him angry to death.

So Lin Fei changed the topic again.

"Your grades are so good and your parents are so kind to you. Why do you feel pressure?"

Penn was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then replied after thinking:

"When you say parents are good to me, what exactly is good?"

"I can't feel their love for me. I feel like I am a machine that earns honor for them and our entire family."

"If I have bad grades and am not smart, will they recognize me as their son? Will they still be as devoted to me as they are now? Will they still love me?"

"This feeling is that what they love is an external object, what they love is my benefits, what they love is my advantages. Instead of me, my soul."

"I've heard my mother cook porridge on the phone, and the porridge is full of my certificates."

This question is too heavy and too common. Lin Fei doesn’t know how to answer it.
She was even hit in the heart by Penn's words.

Love itself?Love soul?
A very cliché topic, but very mysterious.

Seeing Lin Fei thinking with a sad face, Peng En couldn't help but sigh: "It seems that our parents are all the same. You are also suffering from it. We are in the same boat."

Peng En changed direction and leaned against the railing of the rooftop, tilting his head back. He even raised his head and patted Lin Fei on the shoulder.

That means they are really brothers in love.

Lin Fei:? ? ? ?

Okay, okay, if that's what he wants, that's fine.

On the other side, Huang Zhengwen ended the game nervously. He was just about to show off his excellent MVP record to Peng next to him, but found that the boy beside him was no longer there.

Huang Zhengwen suddenly recalled the reason why Peng En "went to the toilet" just now, and the "Peng" sound when closing the door.

its not right?Isn't there a toilet in the room?Why go out?

It's broken. It's all my fault that I was too busy playing games and didn't even realize it.

Huang Zhengwen's heart skipped a beat.

It was obviously a small thing, but he felt very uneasy.

My mind, which had always been brilliant, became like an aging machine and stopped working all of a sudden.

He walked out the door and walked quietly in the corridor, thinking as he walked.

When he saw the elevator screen pointing straight to the top, he suddenly felt enlightened.

The red words on the display screen seemed to be some kind of telepathy, giving him instructions.

He pressed the button and waited for the elevator to come down from the top floor, then return the same way and take him up.

It was already late at night, and the running giant beast in Xijing finally rested quietly in his dream.

Huang Zhengwen's thoughts drifted and he felt that everything was like a dream.

The ten days of running around, the rush, and the freshness all transformed into the silent past in this cooled-down night.

When the passage of time and the reincarnation of time leave no trace, some new things can be found in the past.

Huang Zhengwen walked out of the elevator and saw the rooftop door ajar.

He felt that he was about to open up and pick up a corner of the morning flowers and evening flowers.

(End of this chapter)