Chapter 144: Morbid Encounter

The face is full of collagen, so delicate that it can be blown away.

A beautiful smile, fair skin, clear eyes... put together on a face, it makes Chang Qingsen's heart buzz.

"If this beautiful face is lightly stained with rouge, it will definitely be more charming than the cute kitten in the morning."

Chang Qingsen thought to himself, he felt as if he had fallen in love, and kept secretly glimpsing Feng Yuhuai's face with his peripheral vision while eating.

"Yuhuai, what do you want? I'll help you order." Xiaojuan's voice was accompanied by a playful smile.

While talking to her roommate, Feng Yuhuai was also secretly paying attention to Chang Qingsen.

She caught Chang Qingsen's slightly shy but eager eyes, and the smile on her face became sweeter.

"Thank you, senior, otherwise my roommate and I couldn't find an empty table. Really, every time we eat in the cafeteria, it's like a war." Feng Yuhuai whispered softly, with a sincere tone.

Chang Qingsen's heart was throbbing even more. He put down his chopsticks, his eyes were burning, but he said modestly: "It's a small matter, you're welcome."

While the roommates were queuing for food, the two chatted casually.

Perhaps it was love at first sight, and the two chatted very speculatively.

In the relaxed and pleasant conversation, they inadvertently got each other's personal information, and naturally exchanged phone numbers like friends.

When the roommate came back after getting the food, the two tacitly paused the chat and focused on eating.

Chang Qingsen's eating movements were meticulous, even more delicate than those of girls. When Feng Yuhuai and his roommates finished their meal and said goodbye and left quietly, he was still slowly savoring every bite of food and chewing it slowly.

A few minutes later, Chang Qingsen finally finished eating, and he picked up the plate and prepared to leave.

At this moment, his eyes accidentally glanced and noticed that there was a red doll lying diagonally on the seat that Feng Yuhuai had just left.

"Hey, did she drop it by accident?"

Chang Qingsen picked up the rag doll that had only one eyeball and the other eyeball was off the thread, which looked a little weird.

He stood by his seat, thinking for a while, and suddenly grinned with excitement, stuffed the rag doll into his shirt pocket, his eyes flashing with longing for the beautiful moment that was about to come.

…….

As time passed, an afternoon passed quietly.

Feng Yuhuai sat quietly in her seat in the classroom, her head tilted slightly towards the door from time to time, as if silently expecting something, with deep anxiety and irritability in her eyes.

"Strange, Chang Qingsen clearly picked up the rag doll I left behind, and he clearly showed interest in me when he was eating, so why didn't he come to me under the excuse of returning the rag doll?"

Feng Yuhuai frowned slightly, thinking over and over in his heart, trying to find the crux of the matter.

If there was enough time, Feng Yuhuai could have woven each encounter more naturally and smoothly, slowly infiltrating into Chang Qingsen's heart, until she found the right moment to eat the other person's heart.

However, Feng Yuhuai didn't have much time left.

Feng Yuhuai looked down at the time on her phone again. The time to finish school was getting closer and closer. She became more and more anxious, so she didn't care about her reserve and hurriedly sent a text message to Chang Qingsen.

Feng Yuhuai: Senior, I seem to have accidentally left a red rag doll in the cafeteria. Did you see it?

The reply to the text message came almost immediately.

——Well, I did pick up a rag doll. It turned out to be yours.

——It looks a little worn and unthreaded. I plan to take it home and sew it carefully, and then return it to you neatly tomorrow.

Feng Yuhuai browsed the first text message reply and smiled slightly in her heart. Everything was as she expected.

However, when the second message appeared on the screen, Feng Yuhuai was completely stunned and panicked.

"What the hell?" She was so confused that her heart almost stopped. "This idiot actually wants to sew the clone of the puppet mother?"

Feng Yuhuai's face turned pale as paper in an instant. The text messages she received in the past few days were so outrageous.

She was almost collapsed and roared: "Chang Qingsen, don't take me with you if you want to die!"

Although Feng Yuhuai usually pinched and kneaded the rag doll and slept with it in her chest, she never thought of sewing and mending the rag doll with needle and thread.

This idea was absurd and was tantamount to seeking death.

Feng Yuhuai was anxious. What if Chang Qingsen really did that? Would the puppet mother misunderstand that this was a blasphemy against it, and punish her and vent her anger on herself?

Feng Yuhuai's scalp was numb. She panicked and poked the screen of her mobile phone and quickly sent a text message.

Feng Yuhuai: No need to bother you, just give it back to me.

Ding-ling-ling——

The bell for the end of get out of class and the end of school rang.

Feng Yuhuai didn't bother to wait for a reply, she stood up suddenly, eager to rush out of the classroom.

However, just as she was about to step out of the classroom door!

"Everyone, don't rush to leave, Guo Feng has something to tell you."

The head teacher's voice suddenly sounded, he walked into the classroom quickly, and the martial arts instructor Guo Feng followed behind him. The appearance of the two instantly blocked the students' steps to leave school.

"Everyone, please be patient, I will only take up two minutes of your time." Guo Feng closed the classroom door casually, and then said to the students in the room in a calm and firm tone.

Feng Yuhuai immediately looked like his father had died, and sat back in his chair.

Guo Feng coughed lightly, attracting everyone's attention, and then said: "Recently, some disturbing events have occurred in our school. Therefore, the school believes that it is necessary to strengthen the students' practical ability to ensure everyone's safety."

He paused and continued: "So, next month, the school plans to jointly organize a martial arts competition with several other colleges and universities."

"This competition has fewer restrictions, but the rewards provided will be very generous. In principle, participation is voluntary, but for students in our martial arts key class, I expect everyone to actively participate."

Guo Feng's eyes swept around the classroom, and his tone became serious:

"Although participating in the competition may face injuries or even dangers, if you don't even have the courage to face these challenges, then I suggest that you consider withdrawing from the martial arts key class as soon as possible."

Feng Yuhuai was on pins and needles. She secretly glanced at Sanlian's text message reply, her scalp almost split, her face was red, and her throat seemed to be blocked by black blood.

——The schoolmate is so polite.

——Don't worry, junior sister. My sewing skills are quite exquisite. I will definitely restore your doll's eyes to perfect and symmetrical.

——Look forward to seeing you tomorrow!

Feng Yuhuai was full of black lines, and looked at Guo Feng, who was talking nonstop on the podium, with lifeless eyes.

The latter's words buzzed in her mind, and Feng Yuhuai felt even more uncomfortable as if she had eaten fly shit.

Because the reason why Guo Feng took up precious time after school and the reason why the school suddenly held a martial arts competition, the root of all this was actually due to a series of troubles caused by her pretending to be a [mask].

These troubles continued to ferment like a chain reaction, and eventually formed a boomerang, which hit her knees unexpectedly today! !

Feng Yuhuai looked at the playground dully, and saw Chang Qingsen, who walked upright, striding out of the school gate.

Night fell.

After dinner, Chang Qingsen sat alone by the bed and slowly took out a sewing box from the drawer.

His fingertips were light and deft, gently picking up the tiny needle and thread, and skillfully passing the thread through the eye of the needle.

With a slight turn of his wrist, the needle slowly descended, about to gently touch the skin of the red doll...