Cultivation Shura Field

Sun Qian couldn't help but hold her forehead. She felt that her female student seemed a little too straightforward.

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222. Chapter 221 220 Waiting Here

222.

2023-10-12

The first time Xu Zhe walked into the high school cafeteria was with Tang Lingfei.

"Xiao Ye Zi has already reserved a seat for us inside. She sent me a photo, and we can just follow the photo to find the place later!" Tang Lingfei said with a smile on her face.

And Xu Zhe was a little confused.

This morning, Shen Lan didn't look for him at all. Song Xingye didn't look for him either, he just stayed in the cafeteria at noon, waiting for Feifei to bring him over... Compared with the race against time during the summer vacation, the behavior of the two girls seemed a little abnormal.

Xu Zhe could imagine that Shen Lan must be very busy. She had to maintain her studies and make games, and the senior and freshmen were not in the same teaching building, so it was normal that it was inconvenient for them to meet. But was it normal for Song Xingye to be like this? Was she willing to leave most of the opportunities to spend time with Feifei?

With such doubts in mind, he walked into the cafeteria, lined up with Xiao Qingmei beside him, swiped his card to get his meal, and then came to a table in the corner of the cafeteria.

Song Xingye was already sitting here. She ate in small bites, and there was about half of the food left on the plate.

Tang Lingfei sat down next to her and soon they started chatting in low voices.

Xu Zhe tried to eat seriously.

But by chance, he looked up and saw Song Xingye giving him a meaningful look.

What does she mean?

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After school that night, Xu Zhe finally understood what Song Xingye's eyes meant several hours ago.

Since the official school opening day in September has not yet arrived, the freshmen do not have much study pressure at this time, and there is no evening self-study. They return to the dormitory after school before dinner time.

Xu Zhe picked up his schoolbag and walked outside. He didn't live on campus, so of course he had to go back to his rental house.

When I walked to the school gate, a clear and pleasant girl's voice suddenly sounded behind me.

"Xu Zhe, can you wait for me?"

He turned around and saw Song Xingye running towards him in a hurry.

She was carrying a shoulder bag. Most students used backpacks, and a few used shoulder bags, but in Xu Zhe's memory, she seemed to have carried a backpack for the three years of junior high school.

But Xu Zhe didn't pay much attention to this detail. When the girl stood in front of him, he asked, "Uh, you're not with Feifei?"

Song Xingye took a breath and said, "I told her that I had something to do, so I left first."

Xu Zhe: "So you have something to ask me?"

The girl smiled sweetly: "You haven't had dinner yet? Next, it's time to work."

Xu Zhe was stunned.

He soon realized that the girl meant to go to his room to cook. The problem was, how could this be possible?

Xu Zhe reminded him, "We are talking about the weekend, not today. We still have classes tomorrow."

Song Xingye: "But there is no evening self-study now, so just go back to the dormitory before nine o'clock. And I really don't want to eat in the cafeteria, so let me find a place to eat the food I cooked, okay?"

Xu Zhe: “But…”

Song Xingye: "Let's not talk about this here. It's too conspicuous at the school gate. Let's talk about it outside."

So the two of them walked out of the school gate, crossed the road, and arrived at Xu Zhe's residence. Then it would be difficult to chase her away.

When he opened the door, Xu Zhe finally understood why Song Xingye had been so well behaved throughout the day.

When they booked this rental house last month, the couple came to see it, but they just sat on the sofa in the living room and chatted, feeling a little restrained. But now, there were only two people in the house, so Song Xingye didn't have to be so restrained.

"Can I use this room for a moment? I need to change my clothes."

"Uh, okay..."

So Song Xingye carried her shoulder bag into the room and closed the door.

This rental house has two bedrooms and a living room, with an area of ​​only 60 square meters. The two bedrooms are not big. Xu Zhe used one as a study room and put a desk and a computer in it. But the small bed in the study room is still there.

When Song Xingye entered the study, Xu Zhe had already guessed why she changed her clothes and what was in the shoulder bag.

A few minutes later, when the study door opened, he saw the limited edition of Song Xingye's white silk maid outfit.

Xu Zhe had a complicated expression.

He didn't want to praise at this time, as that would seem to be encouraging Song Xingye to do the same in the future. But to express negative opinions would be very dishonest for him.

Because Song Xingye dressed like this was really something he couldn't help himself to.

The girl walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door and looked inside, then said, "There are only eggs and tomatoes in the refrigerator, so... I'll make you some noodles, okay?"

Xu Zhe: "Okay, you don't need my help?"

"No, you can do your homework or play. Oh, don't worry about me, I have finished all my homework before school is over."

Song Xingye said this and started to get busy.

Xu Zhe stood at the kitchen door and sighed, "You are really well prepared..."

Song Xingye smiled and winked at him, then continued with her work.

Xu Zhe watched her busy and suddenly felt something was not real. It seemed that not long ago, he was cooking for others, but now his kitchen has become someone else's territory. Song Xingye cut vegetables and stirred eggs, busy and methodical, as if she had a lot of experience in this kitchen.

But it was clearly her first time entering this kitchen.

Xu Zhe knew very well that if he turned his face cold, he could completely reject Song Xingye. Not only her, but also Tang Lingfei and Shen Lan, if he was ruthless and insisted on driving them away, of course he could do it.

But can he be so cruel?

It was precisely because he had no experience in relationships that he was nicer to them at first out of kindness and appreciation. And now, also because of his lack of experience, he didn't know how to deal with the girls' passionate emotions.

Xu Zhe stood there with his eyes blank.

He thought carefully about his situation, and then found that it seemed that the most reasonable thing for him to do in the future was to move back and forth between the three girls and be a scumbag who neither took the initiative nor refused.

From a moral point of view, he despised such a practice.

However, when you are really in it, you will find that the temptation is really too strong.

After thinking for a long time, he could only secretly make up his mind that if there was anything that really broke the limit in the future, he would still be responsible.

"Do you want your noodles harder or softer?"

Song Xingye suddenly turned around and asked.

Xu Zhe subconsciously said, "I can do anything."

The girl said cunningly, "Master, do you mean that your tastes are broader?"

Xu Zhe: “That’s not the way it should be…”

Song Xingye asked again: "How's your appetite? How much noodles should I order?"

Xu Zhe thought about the girl's appetite and said, "About double yours."

Song Xingye nodded and started to cook noodles. During the short waiting time, she turned her head to look at Xu Zhe with a happy smile on her face.

It can be seen that she is really happy as long as she is with him.

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223. Chapter 222 Is 221 Too Much?

223.

2023-10-12

The noodles made by Song Xingye are delicious.

This pot of noodles was made by Xu Zhe for the first time, and she was amazed. Now, the girl has basically mastered the key points, and the taste is only slightly different in details. To be precise, the saltiness and umami are a little different, and it is lighter.

But just this little bit of indifference made Xu Zhe have an indescribable complex feeling.

Because it means that you are no longer cooking for yourself, but someone is taking care of your daily life. And this person is not your parents.

Song Xingye ate while observing the expression of the boy opposite her. She could see that Xu Zhe liked it very much. So she was even happier.

After finishing the noodles, the girl started to clean up the dishes.

Xu Zhe stopped her and said, "Don't wash the dishes. You just finished cooking. Take a good rest."

Song Xingye: "But I'm not tired."

Xu Zhe: "You have classes and homework during the day, and you have to cook and wash dishes at night. Aren't you tired? Are you on some drugs? Okay, okay, sit on the sofa and take a rest."

Seeing his firm attitude, the girl no longer insisted, put down her bowl and chopsticks, and sat down on the sofa obediently.

Then she patted the empty seat next to her and said, "Come and sit here too."

Xu Zhe wanted to wash the dishes, but then he thought it would be okay to wash them after the maid left. So he sat next to the maid.

I have to see what she is up to next.

The two of them sat on the sofa, without turning on the TV, and the room was very quiet. Outside, there were cicadas chirping and cars passing by, but inside the house, only the lights in the dining room were on, and the lighting around the sofa in the living room was not that good.

This environment seems to be very suitable for chatting.

But Song Xingye didn't rush to bring up any topic. Instead, he touched the sofa and whispered, "It's still a little hard."

The sofa is made of hardwood, which is very hard to begin with, and there is no cushion, so sitting on it feels like sitting on a hard bench.

Xu Zhe: "It's a sofa, but it doesn't live up to its name, right? Mainly because I don't sit on the sofa very often, so I'm too lazy to buy a cushion to put on it."

Song Xingye took a deep breath, as if he was making some kind of mental preparation.

When Xu Zhe heard the girl's breathing, he had a bad feeling, and sure enough, the next moment this premonition came true.

The girl patted her legs and said softly, "It's not good to sit on such a hard sofa, but Master, you can lie on a softer pillow. Come on, lie down."

Xu Zhe looked at the blushing cheeks, then looked at the pair of thighs wrapped in white stockings under the short skirt, and was completely stunned.

The legendary knee pillow?

But isn’t this a bit too much?

He certainly didn't hate close contact with a cute girl, but considering her age and stage in life, he decided to stick to the basic bottom line and not do anything that might be overly suggestive.

Xu Zhe waved his hands: "No, no, no, this is not good."

Song Xingye propped up her dimples with her fingers: "Does this kind of thing have to wait until I go to college?"

Xu Zhe: “Yes.”

The girl thought for a moment, then smiled and nodded: "Then I understand..."

There was no disappointment in her expression, as if she had expected this to be rejected.

Xu Zhe changed his mind and quickly understood what she was planning - Song Xingye was testing his bottom line.

Brief hand holding for a reason is fine; cooking in the name of earning a salary is fine; in-depth conversations with various reasonable excuses are fine...but if you go deeper, overly intimate physical contact is not allowed, and kissing and the like are strictly prohibited.

Just as the two were silent, the cell phone suddenly rang.

It’s Shen Lan’s call.

Xu Zhe said to the phone: "Hello, Sister Lan... I'm at home, um, now? Okay."

Then he hung up the phone, put it down and looked at the girl next to him.

"Senior Shen Lan is coming over, and she's already at the school gate. Do you... want to go back now?"

Song Xingye blinked: "Don't you want her to see me here?"

Xu Zhe reminded: "You are still wearing a maid outfit."

Song Xingye: "Then I'll change it quickly. If she comes and happens to see me here, there's nothing I can do. I can't go out in a maid outfit, right?"

Her reasons were quite sufficient, so Xu Zhe nodded: "Okay, then you change your clothes first."