Miss Almighty Waste

Chapter 1120: Alchemy Competition (8)

"Shopkeeper, I've fainted again. I think this kid should be a stickler. How about..."

The man in black came to report, and the shopkeeper was making calculations in the room.

"Since you don't want to eat the hard ones, you can only try the soft ones. Is Xiaohong back?"

"Not yet!"

"Pack up the people first, and entertain them well. When Xiaohong comes back, send Xiaohong there."

"Yes!"

From the beginning to the end, the shopkeeper's eyes never left the abacus.

Crackling, crackling, in the room, the sound of the abacus beating was extremely loud.

"I want to go back!"

Xiaohong nestled in Zhiyong's arms, very reluctant to part with her.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the faces of the two people, adding a touch of sadness to the beautiful atmosphere.

"I send you."

Zhiyong said, but Xiaohong shook her head.

"I'll go back myself!"

"Then be careful."

"Ok!"

Another moment of silence.

"Xiaohong...I love you."

After a long time, when the afterglow of the sun completely dimmed, Zhiyong said softly, and then kissed Xiaohong's forehead.

"I love you too!"

Xiao Hong said, but gently rested her head on Zhiyong's arms.

All afternoon, Xiaohong was decorating the interior of the cave, while Zhiyong worked hard outside to make the door for the cave.

The cave has become more and more beautiful and warm after the two of them tidy up and take care of it.

Now that the two were about to leave, Zhiyong and Xiaohong worked together to cover the entrance of the cave with a very realistic stone and leaf door to prevent their "secret base" from being discovered.

"Xiaohong, tomorrow... will you come?"

Zhiyong said softly, Xiaohong nodded.

"Come on, let's meet here tomorrow morning, and I'll bring some delicious food over here."

"Then I'll bring some daily necessities too."

"Ok!"

The two agreed and went in different directions.

Back at the dormitory, Zhiyong was exhausted.

In order to polish the huge stone so that it is as big as the cave, Zhiyong spent a lot of effort, but with Xiaohong around, Zhiyong naturally did not complain of fatigue at all, and kept on performing.

Now back in the dormitory, my whole body is sore and dying.

only……

Zhifeng hasn't come back yet!
"Zhi Feng is really too, I don't even know how to buy dinner back at such a late hour."

Zhiyong was nagging and complaining in his heart, but guessed that Zhifeng might go out to watch the fun again.

Although he was hungry, Zhiyong was too lazy to go to the cafeteria to buy food. He lay on his bed, thinking about everything that happened with Xiaohong during the day, Zhiyong's face was full of happy smiles.

"Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow... the day after tomorrow, it's the day of the competition."

Zhiyong took out the betting list from his pocket again, and carefully observed it over and over again.

The more you look, the brighter the smile on Zhiyong's face.

"All bad luck, from now on, goodbye."

Zhiyong put the betting slip on his chest, and then put his hands on his chest, feeling the existence of the betting slip through his clothes, and sketched the beautiful life in the future in his mind.

I and Xiaohong lived happily in a big house with maids and servants...

Thinking like this, Zhiyong soon fell into a beautiful dreamland.

At the same time, as soon as Xiao Hong returned to her room, she was called to the exquisite pink room by the sent person.

Looking at the person lying on the big bed in the room, Xiaohong's heart skipped a beat.

The person on the bed is Zhiyong's own younger brother. Although his whole body has been tidied up now, those wounds can't be covered up no matter what.

A trace of unbearableness flashed in Xiaohong's eyes, but the few figures outside the window who never left forced Xiaohong to walk slowly towards Zhifeng who was on the big bed.

(End of this chapter)