Don't get married if you're reborn.

Chapter 111 Divine Assist

Zeng Wenjie heard some noises at night, but because he was too tired from traveling today, he never woke up.

The next morning, I was woken up by my biological clock. After getting out of bed, I saw that the direction of my computer had been changed.

Then he walked to Xu Chuan's desk and looked at the calendar.

"Day Zero."

Today's date is circled, it's Day Zero again.

Zeng Wenjie almost burst out laughing. Every day is a new day, right?!

Obviously, Lin Zhenshan's joke yesterday broke Xu Chuan's defense.

While washing up, Zeng Wenjie sent a text message to Mu Qingyang, asking her if she had gotten up and if she wanted to have breakfast together.

Mu Qingyang replied quickly with just one word: OK!

Zeng Wenjie said, "You three, please arrange yourselves for breakfast today. I have something to do."

Wang Bo opened his sleepy eyes and said, "He has the opposite sex but no humanity. He obviously made a date with Mu Qingyang!"

Lin Zhenshan said, "Douli Laomou, I will never ask a loser like you to wash my feet again."

Xu Chuan was still sleeping. Apparently, he had been too indulgent yesterday and had vowed to abstain from sex. However, he broke his vow very quickly in the early hours of this morning, causing his body to lose too much energy and his vitality had not yet recovered.

Zeng Wenjie casually took out the busty girl lighter from his trouser pocket and threw it into the cabinet. It was more convenient and out of habit to use this thing when he returned to the dormitory. When he was outside, he would use the Zippo that Mu Qingyang gave him.

That one-dollar lighter, with a yellow shell, is the one I used when I was in school.

Of course Zeng Wenjie likes yellow. There is no young person who doesn’t like yellow. Even his snack shop is covered with yellow paint.

Zeng Wenjie and Mu Qingyang met at the door of canteen No. 2 tacitly.

Mu Qingyang wore a pair of loose jeans today, paired with a dark green oversized hoodie. Under the hood was the black scarf that Zeng Wenjie gave him last night. Coupled with the black-framed glasses on his face that were purely decorative, he gave people an unexpected sense of relaxation and fashion.

Zeng Wenjie still dressed in American style, and with the slicked-back hair like Brad Pitt in "Fury", he and Mu Qingyang could barely be described as a perfect match.

"As the saying goes, words can intimidate a gentleman, and clothes can shock a villain. I say, classmate Xiao Mu, can you please stop dressing so rustically and fatly?" Zeng Wenjie asked.

"Ah..." Mu Qingyang was stunned. He didn't expect to be hit head-on when they met for the first time in the morning.

"You are so cute dressed like this that I can't help but want to pinch your face, but I'm afraid of you throwing me over your shoulder." Zeng Wenjie continued.

Mu Qingyang said with a stern face: "Don't pinch my face!"

Zeng Wenjie immediately switched to the Russian server and muttered, "That makes me want to pinch you even more."

"I'm hungry. I want to eat noodles."

Mu Qingyang immediately changed the subject and raised his right hand.

Zeng Wenjie then saw that she was holding a plastic cup with half a cup of beef chili sauce in it.

Each person got a bowl of noodles, and Mu Qingyang poured the whistle he brought from outside into the bowl.

"Give me some." Zeng Wenjie picked up the chopsticks and prepared to pick up some.

"No!" Mu Qingyang protected his bowl of noodles and pretended to spit, "Pah! Pah! Humph, do you want more?"

"Then I like it even more!" Zeng Wenjie showed a perverted smile on his face and stretched out his chopsticks.

Mu Qingyang didn't expect him to be serious, and picked up a bunch of chili peppers from the bowl with his chopsticks.

Then, as expected, she turned red and warmed.

Zeng Wenjie looked at Mu Qingyang, the little foodie, who was gasping for breath due to the spiciness, but was still slurping the noodles dyed red by the chili peppers, and even sweat appeared on his forehead.

"You stole my boiled egg again. I've already taken a bite of it!"

When Mu Qingyang wasn't paying attention, half of the braised egg in his bowl was snatched away.

She raised her head in protest, her usual timidity only dissipating when the food was taken away.

Zeng Wenjie said fiercely: "I don't even mind you biting me, why are you barking like a dog?"

"Okay, alright..." Mu Qingyang's aura suddenly weakened.

After she finished her noodles, she gasped for air from the spiciness, tears welling up in her eyes. Zeng Wenjie had never seen her crying while chewing a spicy chili bun, otherwise he would have been killed by her cuteness.

"You haven't wiped your mouth clean, let me help you." Zeng Wenjie took out a tissue with bad intentions and carefully wiped the corners of Mu Qingyang's mouth.

Mu Qingyang sat obediently and let him wipe it. An inexplicable ripple arose in his heart, and tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.

Zeng Wenjie looked at her in surprise.

"So spicy!" Mu Qingyang lowered his head and said in a low voice.

"If you can't eat spicy food, just put less in it. Are you stupid?" Zeng Wenjie immediately started cursing.

Zeng Wenjie was about to push his feelings forward when he heard someone say sourly, "Could you please stop showing off your affection in the cafeteria so early in the morning, Mr.

Mu Qingyang was stunned for a moment and asked, "We are classmates, what teacher?"

Zeng Wenjie said, "It's the dialect of the mountain city, just a respectful name."

Mu Qingyang said hurriedly: "There is no show of affection, it's just that his mouth was not wiped clean, he just helped me."

The old Si Ji held a bun in her hand and took a big bite. Her mouth was full of oil and she said, "Since you are not showing off your affection, can you help me wipe it?"

Mu Qingyang took the tissue and put it on Chu Qingbai's mouth, fearing that Zeng Wenjie, who did not play by the rules, would really help him wipe his mouth.

"Oh, you actually came here in person to have breakfast? Why didn't you wait for me, Emperor Cao Feng, to send you off?" Zeng Wenjie asked with a smile.

Chu Qingbai slapped Mu Qingyang's hand away, rolled his eyes, and said, "He brought breakfast? I feel like I'm not here to study, I feel like I'm here to go to jail!"

Mu Qingyang said in surprise: "The steamed buns are delicious! Cao Feng is a good person."

Chu Qingbai's mouth twitched twice, and he sneered: "Then you can ask Zeng Wenjie to bring you steamed buns early in the morning every day!"

"Okay, okay!" Mu Qingyang nodded repeatedly, "Chu Qingbai, you are a good person too!"

Chu Qingbai was dumbfounded. My goodness, Mu Qingyang had never eaten steamed buns in his previous life, right?
"I'm convinced by you." Chu Qingbai sighed.

"That's a grammatical error. Girls should call themselves old lady, right?" Mu Qingyang corrected weakly.

"Dialect!" Chu Qingbai glared at her unhappily and said.

Feeling threatened, Mu Qingyang unconsciously took a step behind Zeng Wenjie and hid half of his body behind him.

Zeng Wenjie took Mu Qingyang's hand and said, "Let's go, don't be afraid of her!"

Mu Qingyang nodded and let him hold his hand.

Chu Qingbai took a big bite of his bun and said angrily, "After all this time, I even gave him an assist? I hope he won't volley the ball after receiving the assist!"

Just at this moment, Chu Qingbai's cell phone rang.

Take a look at the notes: jailer.

"Snapped!"

She answered the phone directly, begging Emperor Cao Feng to let her go and stop sending her steamed buns so early in the morning.

She gave the steamed bun to Uncle Dong, but even Uncle Dong disliked it!

"I'll accompany you to two classes today, and then go to the store in the afternoon." Zeng Wenjie said to Mu Qingyang beside him.

"Okay." Mu Qingyang responded. Today, he didn't even make a symbolic struggle to pull his hand away.

Zeng Wenjie said, "I dreamed of you again yesterday."

Mu Qingyang asked: "What did you dream about me?"

Zeng Wenjie said: "You always suffer in my dreams!"

"?" Mu Qingyang tilted his head and looked at him strangely.

Zeng Wenjie looked at her foolish yet clear eyes, and his heart was suddenly filled with guilt.

In the future, I'd better avoid making such greasy and sexual jokes with her, lest she be reborn again before she has time to enjoy 998 after washing her feet next time...

(End of this chapter)