Rose with Snow

Song Yingshi's mind went blank.

It's not that this rant is too much, it's just...

She watched the cold little moon grow up little by little. When did she learn to talk nonsense?

Song Yingshi's first reaction was not to be shy, but to ask:

"Who taught you badly?"

"..."

Song Yingshi said indignantly: "Speak up, I'll find that person to settle the account, you're only eighteen, why..."

Huaixu laughed: "Okay, just to tease you."

She paused and said, "If you want to preach badly, didn't you teach me, Teacher Song?"

Song Yingshi tilted her head, looking a little cute: "Me?"

Huaixu looked at her lightly, and said slowly:

"At least kissing was taught by Teacher Song."

Huaixu said ambiguous words, but took a step back lazily.

The cramped air swirls again, sending the breath of the early morning forest on Huai Xu's body to Song Yingshi's nose.

Song Yingshi was stunned by her words that were half statement and half accusation.

In addition to the night of the dance, she remembered the time when the two first met.

When we first met, the system asked her to kiss Huaixu, but she only kissed the side of Huaixu's lips, barely wiping it.

Looking back like this, from the perspective of Huaixu, she really looks like a pervert, and she wanted to be a teacher from the first side.

So many people have called her Teacher Song in the past life, but it is not as beautiful as this one.

Song Yingshi felt inexplicably relieved, sniffing the faint scent of Huaixu's perfume, and went over this topic generously:

"If you don't follow your skin, change the dance first, and then go back and talk about the rest."

This topic should not have been mentioned in the classroom, let alone delved into it, and Huaixu let it go.

However, when Song Yingshi couldn't see her expression, Huai Xu showed a bit of thought on her face.

Song Yingshi just said something, you are only eighteen.

Huai Xu always remembered Song Yingshi's affairs very clearly. She remembered that after she helped Song Yingshi get the clothes outside the bathroom, the two had a conversation about their age.

The explanation given by Song Yingshi at that time was "I am eighteen years old".

Through the hazy fog, Huai Xu was almost certain that Song Yingshi often had a subconscious misunderstanding of her age.

why?

The two no longer disturbed each other, and they danced in a clear mood, discussing the possibility of choreography, and the efficiency of the event was extremely high.

The plan is negotiated, overturned, reorganized, and the details and feasibility are discussed again, combined with the choreography.

After a rough run, the two took the plan to find their teammates for a small meeting.

Although this dance change did not involve the dance moves of the three of them, they decided to change the choreography, and the stage position and layout were closely related to everyone.

And the stage is a collective achievement, and everyone must agree to achieve the best results.

When Song Yingshi and Huai Xu came to the classroom, Kou Lengyu and the others were repeating their parts, looking for state and confidence in repeated practice.

More than ten minutes after the two entered.

Xing Huan and Wan Jiao met in the corridor and waved face to face.

Before the two of them could speak, they heard a burst of cheers and laughter coming from the "Sleep" classroom, and the excitement and joy could not be covered from the wall.

"Huh! What's the matter?"

"It is estimated that the new stage has been set. Huaixu and the others are so fast."

"Then wait for them to rehearse and take a good look at the effect, hahaha."

After the communication within the group was confirmed, the team members continued to train, and Huai Xu and Song Yingshi were responsible for refining the plan.

The sooner you can make a decision, the better, freeing up time for the props and stage art team to prepare, as well as time for them to adjust and improve.

The clock ticked, slowly pointing to the minutes and seconds after one o'clock in the morning.

At this point, they finally set a rough outline.

Song Yingshi and Huaixu stayed in the large living room outside the classroom. Song Yingshi squatted between the table and the sofa and dictated the details. Huaixu sat on the sofa and listened intently. The pencil in her hand rustled out the stage sketch on the A4 paper.

In the storyboard sketches, they mainly drew their positions and stage sets.

Song Yingshi finished talking about an idea, drinking water to moisten her throat, and looked at Huaixu who was drawing.

It's not such a complicated image, it's simple and intuitive. What Song Yingshi said, she immediately presented it with an image.

But Song Yingshi never knew that Huai Xu could draw.

Huaixu's eyelashes cast shadows on her cheeks, and her lips in a natural state are straight and straight, showing a bit of the sparseness that comes with her temperament.

She was focused but not urgent, very calm, like a pencil scratching the faint ash on the paper.

Song Yingshi glanced at the content on the paper and took another sip:

"your thoughts……"

Huaixu should be casual: "What advice does Teacher Song have? It's too late to change now."

Song Ying paused for a while, her gaze slipped from her profile.

In the previous communication, Huai Xu added something that Song Ying had never thought of in the interaction of Double C.

Song Yingshi agreed after thinking, and then the plan passed the teammate's opinion.

At this time, Song Yingshi mentioned it, not because she was worried about the stage design itself, and she couldn't tell why, and the words blurted out at that moment.

Maybe it was too late at this time, she had been busy all night, and her head was too busy.

Song Yingshi shook her head: "Want to drink some water?"

Huaixu hadn't raised her head before, and when she heard this, she stopped writing, and when she turned her head to look at Song Ying, she nodded and said:

"thanks."

This sentence appeared between the two people who just kissed yesterday, showing a bit of a serious and narrow-mindedness.

Song Yingshi glared at her and saw Huaixu chuckle, just then refilled her a glass of water and put it in front of her with strength:

"Drink it, drink it well and draw a picture."

Two in the morning.

The rubber dust was scattered on the table, showing how many revisions they had to go through before they came to the final result.

Song Yingshi yawned with tears, and pulled out two napkins to clean the table. At the beginning, Huaixu took over.

"You go back to your room to wash and sleep first, and stagger the time. I'll go see their training."

Their teammates did not rest either and were working hard in the practice classroom.

Originally, after Huai Xu became ill, they decided to end it early every night, so as not to get tired of another one, which would be counterproductive.

But today Huaixu and Song Ying were staying up late, Kou Lengyu and the others said that they couldn't sleep well when they went back, so they waited while practicing in the classroom.

There was no problem with Huai Xu's arrangement, Song Yingshi returned to the dormitory first.

Following Huaixu's sudden illness last night and the urgently arranged dance change today, Song Yingshi's spirit never really relaxed. At this time, she felt a bit of peace when she was walking alone on the way back to bed which was too quiet.

No, it should be said that since the system assigned the task of asking for a kiss, she never rested, and it was stretched like a string.

After all, it is a mandatory hidden mission. If you don't complete it, you will die directly. If you complete it, you will...

!

Song Yingshi suddenly stood still.

She said she seemed to have forgotten something!

The original dog system said that the reward for this task is very rich and special. Why has she completed it for more than a whole day and still hasn't received the reward?

Want to pay off?

Song Yingshi narrowed her eyes dangerously and said softly:

"System, is there something you haven't done?"

This time, the system's response was long overdue:

"Congratulations to the host for completing the mandatory hiding task. The plugin required for the reward has been installed. Are you sure to receive the task reward?"

plugin?

Is it installed otherwise? Song Yingshi raised her eyebrows, it seemed that the reward for this mission was really unusual.

Knowing that the system was not ready to collect the money and run away, Song Yingshi was not in a hurry. She walked around again and yawned gracefully:

"I'll unpack the presents when I'm done packing."

After Song Yingshi finished speaking, no matter what the system thought, she went back to wash her skin carelessly.

She leaned against the head of the bed and forced her eyelids to use the second beauty device, only to see Huaixu come back.

Song Yingshi said, "Why is it taking so long?"

Huaixu explained briefly: "Wen Qingzi came to me and asked a few questions."

Song Yingshi heard it, but her head started to feel sleepy, but she couldn't understand the content of the words.

Huai Xu raised the corners of her lips, her eyes softened for a while: "Go to sleep, go to bed early is best for your skin."

Song Yingshi's train of thoughts slowly turned around and looked down at the beauty instrument that was still working.

Huaixu thought she didn't sleep for skin care? Does she have a heart?

If she hadn't come back, Song Ying would have fallen asleep early.

Of course, Song Yingshi didn't think she was waiting for Huaixu. It's just that Huaixu was outside, and she couldn't sleep even when she lay down.

The sleepy Song Yingshi didn't want to talk to anyone, so she slandered a few times in her heart, and without any turbulence on her face, she turned off the beauty device that was about to finish her skin care routine and put it on the bedside table.

Huai Xu was going to take a shower, but before entering the bathroom, she looked back at Song Yingshi.

Song Yingshi's eyelids drooped down indifferently, and her curly-haired face was a little too lazy to care, like a rose wrapped in cold flames.

Huaixu leaned against the door frame and looked at it for a while, but she just thought it was cute. In addition to being cute, she also likes it tightly.

She turned to her lips and asked, "What makes you unhappy?"

Song Yingshi said, "No."

"it's me?"

"no."

"real?"

"..."

Song Yingshi asked back: "If there is no thing, what is true or false?"

Huaixu was dumbfounded for a while, then said after a while: "I'll wash up first, you wait for me, okay?"

Song Yingshi said, "I'm going to sleep."

Huaixu said with connivance: "Good night, we will talk tomorrow and during the day."

Song Yingshi looked straight ahead, and out of the corner of the eye, Huai Xu walked into the bathroom with a slim figure.

tomorrow? They all have to prepare for San Gong, and it is good if they are not too busy to touch the ground, and there is no time to talk about the two of them.

Song Yingshi lay in the quilt.

Even so, she didn't bother to wait for Huai Xu. She is sleepy.

Once the tense spirit is relaxed, the fatigue brought by it swept through the whole body. Song Yingshi was really sleepy, closing her eyes and falling into a chaotic state of half-dream and half-awake.

At this moment, she heard the system say: "Host, are you still receiving rewards today?"

Song Yingshi buried her head in the pillow and let out a low groan.

Forgot about this to-do list.

She said casually, "Go ahead."

System: "Please check with the host of the gashapon machine, and attach a copy of the instructions for use."

"Brief summary: In the gashapon machine, the host can randomly obtain one of the following items: items the host needs, items the host wants, mysterious items and many other gifts."

"Each time a gashapon requires different health points. When it is first launched, the host will be given a free gashapon experience, please operate the host."

The long-winded gashapon machine was launched, Song Ying was conscious and stood up again.

She immediately checked her mind, and sure enough, there was a three-dimensional gashapon machine. The body was simple black and white, and there was no information, but it was special enough.

There was a lot of information given by the system, and it was difficult for Song Ying to digest it for a while, but Song Ying could hear it clearly when she experienced the final gift.

The prostitution is not active, and there are problems with thinking.

She immediately put the others aside, and turned the gashapon machine in her mind according to the instructions.

A round thing rolled down from the outlet of the gashapon machine.

System: "Within three minutes, the items obtained by the host will appear in your hands, please prepare to receive them. I wish you a happy use."

Song Yingshi, a prostitute client, smiled and said, "It's easy to say."

This was the first time to receive real objects from the system, Song Yingshi was really curious and looking forward to it.

After waiting for more than a minute, the gashapon did not reach her, but the bathroom door opened first.

Song Ying looked up subconsciously.

Huaixu washes quickly today.

Huaixu is also looking at her: "Didn't you say you're going to sleep?"

Song Yingshi froze, her expression was casual, but she didn't lie: "I thought of something and didn't do it, so I was delayed for a while."

Huaixu wiped the water on her hair and glanced at the clock: "Then do you want to chat?"

Song Yingshi paused.

She didn't know whether to talk or not. If two people sit down and have a heart-to-heart talk, they cannot avoid last night and last night. And tonight is another night.

There is so much hidden at night, so much can happen.

Song Yingshi lazily lay back on the bedside: "No way."

"Are you going to sleep?"

Song Yingshi reached out and pulled the quilt, and answered with practical actions.

Suddenly, a hard object appeared out of thin air in her palm, and when she raised her hand, it slipped to the ground along the falling quilt.

Um?

What just fell off?

Song Yingshi looked under the bed.

And the rectangular box rolled away all the way, and finally stopped at Huaixu's feet.

Huai Xu reached out and picked it up, and at a glance saw two big characters on the box that could not be ignored.

She read out in a low voice:

"Finger cuffs?"

?

? ? ?

Song Yingshi reacted to what it was, and after she remembered what it was in the document, she froze on the bed.

Huaixu Yubai's fingers pinched the corner of the black box, looked at it for a while, and when she looked up at Song Ying, her usual cold voice was meaningful:

"This is……?"

"..."

Under Huai Xu's gaze, Song Yingshi snorted as usual:

"articles for daily use."

Huaixu repeated: "Daily necessities?"

Song Yingshi was as indifferent as a chrysanthemum: "You haven't used it? Then you can use it, I have plenty."

The author has something to say: "Ji Zai Diary": July 11, rain, small scenes, I can hold it.