What To Do if You Can’t Win? You Can Only Choose Strategy

"I'm back."

The door was pushed open gently, like a kitten carefully tearing open a bag of cat food, and tentatively poked its head in from outside the house.

"Mr. Su Bei?"

"Eh? Wuwu——" Sensing that Su Bei was resting, Jasmine quickly covered her mouth, called out "wuwu", and then entered the house with light steps.

Then he turned around, closed the door very carefully, then turned around and looked at Su Bei carefully.

At this time, Su Bei held half of his forehead with his hand, like a high school student taking a cultural class, closing his eyes and nodding off, which was very interesting to watch.

Jasmine felt novel and moved closer.

Just getting closer, Jasmine quickly frowned in confusion, and then got closer.

strangeness.

There is a strong licorice smell on his body, he must have just taken a shower.

But it still didn't cover up the slightly more serious and pungent smell of blood.

"Oh haha." There was a quick cry, and then Jasmine covered her lips with her right hand and began to brainstorm.

What did Mr. Su Bei do?

The boundaries of what this does are broad.

It's so high that he can go back to his old job of killing people.

It might be as bad as killing a goose during the Chinese New Year.

Jasmine swallowed and suddenly heard another extremely slight call.

Who is calling me?

Looking at Su Bei who was nodding sleepily in front of her with wide eyes, Jasmine realized that the source of the sound did not come from in front of her.

But behind.

Jasmine turned around, looking suspicious, and tiptoed towards the source of the sound.

In the junk pile?

Jasmine lowered her head and looked at the pile of pots and pans, but she didn't see any living beings that could talk.

So I blamed everything on being too tired.

Yes.

For the final assessment, I worked very hard, learned and successfully used second-level magic.

It’s been really hard these days. The only time I have a break is to worry about Senior Alyssa’s snack shop.

Pursing her lips, Jasmine looked at Su Bei who was sitting there dozing off, held up her skirt, and sat in front of her.

It was Jasmine's butt that woke up Su Bei and opened his eyes naturally.

Looking at Jasmine who was staring at her, she thought for a while, then nodded and said, "Hello."

Jasmine sighed, and the anticipated reunion came to an end after the greeting that started with this sentence.

How can you say hello like this? Are we not familiar with each other?

"Mr. Su Bei, don't you miss me?"

How could you think so? We've only known each other for half a month and haven't seen each other for two and a half days.

Su Bei shook his head, feeling that it was not quite right, and nodded insincerely.

"Just a little."

Jasmine pursed her lips and was very dissatisfied: "Okay, Mr. Su Bei, if you can't speak, stop talking!"

Su Bei nodded, then watched Jasmine fall into silence.

For him, there is no difference between today and two and a half days ago, he just did something troublesome.

The trouble level of the matter is about higher than getting up and brushing teeth, and slightly lower than killing the devil.

That is the question of whether you want it or not.

However, Su Bei's silence did not make Jasmine feel better, but made her furious.

"Mr. Su Bei! What are you doing in your daze?"

"Fuck, I'm so stupid." Su Bei thought for a while and said sincerely.

"I'm not asking a question, I mean, I'm..." Jasmine was so anxious that her mouth burned when she spoke, and she didn't know how to speak clearly.

She was looking forward to meeting again, but she always felt that Mr. Su Bei treated her differently from others.

It is the kind that is non-utilitarian and does good to oneself without asking for anything in return.

This feeling has only been felt by mothers.

Is it like raising her as a daughter?

Jasmine's face turned red as she thought about it, and she looked at Su Bei in a strange way.

And when they met again, Jasmine could feel that the other party was more kind to her.

But the way of chatting has not changed at all.

"Are you hungry?" Su Bei was confused. Seeing Jasmine start to feel dazed, he pointed to the food and fruits on the table: "Eat."

never mind.

This is Mr. Su Bei.

Cold on the outside and warm on the inside.

Jasmine convinced herself, so she felt better again, picked up her chopsticks and took a bite.

"Eh?"

With just one mouthful, a bunch of white hair on Jasmine's head stood up: "Where did this, this, this, this, and this come from?"

Su Bei's half-opened eyes also opened, a little curious.

No way, are you really stupid?

Maybe it’s because I had my hair properly taken care of by Teacher Amara, but of course it’s also because I couldn’t take care of it here in Northern Jiangsu.

Therefore, it seemed that Jasmine's hair was soft and fresh at this time, and a bunch of normally messy hair was suddenly exposed, hanging down like an ear of wheat.

At this moment it stood up again.

"Bought." Su Bei answered first, then looked at Jasmine's tall, stiff hair standing up high and shaking, and then asked: "Are you in a good mood?"

Jasmine narrowed her eyes, showing an expression of immersed enjoyment in the food, and nodded naturally: "Okay, it's delicious. I have never eaten such delicious food in the capital. Where did you buy it?"

"Walk four hundred meters east." Su Bei's attention was attracted by the swaying Dai Mao, and his eyes followed the Dai Mao's movement up and down.

"It's really good." Jasmine took another bite, squinted her eyes to enjoy it, then suddenly opened her eyes and said strangely:

"Is it still responsible for doing it there?"

When this sentence was asked, the stupid hair on the head also curved into a question mark.

"irresponsible."

Su Bei showed a rare expression of surprise. He looked at the stupid hair and held his chin in thought for a moment.

There is a magic reaction.

It seems to have nothing to do with whether the hair is taken care of or not.

Is it the source of magic power? Or is it the embodiment of magic power?

"Irresponsible? Who did this?" Jasmine was eating when she suddenly stopped using her chopsticks.

Then his eyes widened and he didn't speak.

Su Bei didn't say anything either, but his expression clearly told the answer.

Jasmine pursed her lips, and her expression soon became aggrieved. Even Da Mao made such a complicated pattern as (눈_눈) and asked through gritted teeth:

"Mr. Su Bei, is it Jasmine that makes you feel in trouble?"

"No." Su Bei said strangely.

"So your cooking is so delicious, why do you feed me pancakes every day!" Jasmine felt aggrieved, and even her stupid hair started to fall down.

Who knows what it would be like to eat that plain flatbread without any meat or flavor for half a month.

"Trouble." Su Bei said seriously.

"As expected, Mr. Su Bei still dislikes my trouble." Jasmine lowered her head.

"It's troublesome to cook." Su Bei quickly denied.

Jasmine stared at Su Bei without saying anything with her big, tearful eyes.

There were some tears on the edges of those sapphire eyes. They were very close without blinking, silently protesting Su Bei's attitude.

cute.

so cute.

Su Bei subconsciously reached out and touched Jasmine's head.

Jasmine was stunned, her eyes were so sore that she even forgot to blink.

in each other's impressions.

This was the first time Su Bei took the initiative to touch Jasmine.

It seems that with this touch, the relationship between the two has become much closer.

Or maybe it's because we're so close that we have more intimate actions.

With a burst of fireworks.

The fiery red sky illuminated the silent night.

It’s New Year’s Eve.

(I originally wanted to write about New Year’s Eve, but forget it, after all, the small copy in front is not worth wasting too much ink)