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"Heaven..."
Lu Xing sat comfortably on the living room sofa doing practice problems, simply unable to believe his own situation.
【Good News: Professor Song isn't going crazy anymore!】
【Even Better News: Professor Song is finally not an unsmiling woman anymore!】
Watching Song Junzhu float past him, Lu Xing asked with a smile.
"Where are you going, Professor Song?"
"To cook."
Lu Xing's smile faded a little.
【Sad News: Professor Song has shown a great interest in cooking and a car-crash-level talent for it!】
'Whatever. It's just a little disgusting. As long as it doesn't kill anyone.'
Just consider it a little seasoning in his heavenly life.
Go for it, Lu Xiaokui!
(TL: Same as last chapter, self imposed title.)
You can do it!
"Then what are you going to make?"
"Stir-fried mushrooms."
Lu Xing couldn't smile anymore.
【Grave Sad News: Someone is really going to die!!!】
Ahhhhhh!
Can anyone stop Song Junzhu!
Lu Xing stumbled and crawled to follow Song Junzhu's footsteps, rubbed his hands together, and said solicitously.
"Professor Song, you've worked hard today. How about I cook instead?"
Song Junzhu opened a box. "No need. This was sent by a friend of mine. It's very fresh and delicious."
Lu Xing was about to cry.
'Is this a matter of whether it's fresh or not?!'
For the sake of his own life, Lu Xing asked cautiously, "Professor Song, are these kinds of mushrooms poisonous?"
Song Junzhu frowned and asked back in surprise.
"How could they be!"
"You've watched too much negative news."
Lu Xing: ...
'Really? I don't believe you.'
Lu Xing, with tears in his eyes, helped Song Junzhu tie her apron and silently sat on the sofa to wait for death.
"Eh?"
After waiting for a while, Lu Xing surprisingly didn't hear any chaotic sounds from the kitchen.
Not right.
Lu Xing immediately got up to take a look, and this one look directly shocked him.
Master Song had her long hair tied up in a low bun. Her technique was so practiced it was as if she had thirty years of experience in a back kitchen.
Every move was very proper and orderly.
Hmm?
'Is this the executive ability of a top student?'
'She hadn't been secretly practicing and improving, had she?!'
Half an hour later.
Lu Xing stared at the several dishes on the table, still feeling that life was truly magical.
Who would have thought...
The last time they met, Song Junzhu's cooking was like a witch brewing poison. This time, it was full of color and fragrance?
Amazing!
So amazing!
Although there was no smile on Song Junzhu's face, her eyes were full of anticipation.
She had made up her mind, silently practicing countless times at home. She had even unconsciously tossed a spoon while lecturing, shocking the students below into thinking she was having an asthma attack and almost calling 120.
"It must be delicious this time."
Lu Xing, under her expectant gaze, took a bite of a dish.
The next second.
Ugh.
【Good News: There's been improvement.】
【Bad News: The technique has improved, the taste has worsened.】
Song Junzhu understood.
She picked up her phone and dialed the restaurant's number.
...
Eating the food delivered by the restaurant, Lu Xing squinted his eyes and sighed.
Heaven!
As expected, everything is about comparison.
Song Junzhu lowered her head and poked at the rice in her bowl with dissatisfaction, thinking, how could it be? My technique is so practiced!
Could it be that I really have no talent?
Impossible!
She has been good at everything she has done since she was a child. How could she have no talent?!
Lu Xing picked up a chopstick full of vegetables for Song Junzhu and teased with a smile.
"Keep it up, Professor Song. I just checked the map. There's a hospital two hundred meters from here."
Song Junzhu glared at him, wanting to curse at him, but the words got stuck in her throat.
It's over.
I can't bring myself to curse at him.
Song Junzhu got even angrier and sullenly lowered her head to shovel rice into her mouth.
No.
Not sullen.
Because she had the backbone not to eat the dish Lu Xing had picked for her!
To express her dissatisfaction, she even pushed that dish a little further away!
Lu Xing chuckled.
So good, so good.
After Professor Song decided to go abroad, she has become so much kinder.
So good!
Lu Xing was in a good mood. He ate and asked slowly.
"Professor Song, do you know how to skip stones on water?"
"No."
"Alright, then there's one more thing you're not number one at."
What?
Song Junzhu was taken aback for a moment.
Lu Xing looked up at her and said flatly,
"Professor Song, I used to always think, why am I not the tallest, why am I not the most handsome, why can't I be number one in every subject, why am I not the best carry in games, why can't all the girls like me."
"Which girl doesn't like you?"
"...That's not the point."
Song Junzhu fell silent.
Her obsession with cooking was largely due to the fact that she had lost face directly in front of Lu Xing.
She had to get her face back in cooking!
As for whether she really liked cooking, not really. She even disliked it a little.
Lu Xing let out a slight sigh. He didn't think Song Junzhu liked to cook. She just felt she had lost face.
So Lu Xing continued.
"I used to hate these imperfections very much, hate that I wasn't number one."
"But later I discovered that it was these fragmented imperfections that ultimately formed the most unique me."
"Those are not imperfections. They are my unique imprints."
He took out a wet wipe and wiped the little finger of Song Junzhu, which she herself hadn't noticed was stained with oil.
"If everything were perfect, then what's the point?"
Please!
'Focus on your academics. Don't cook. I'm really begging you!!!'
Song Junzhu said in a tone that was hard to read, "Then what if there's a chance to make you perfect in everything?"
Lu Xing lowered his eyes and said with a smile.
"I have wrestled with myself over that for a long time. In the end I'd rather be me."
...
Afternoon.
The warm sunlight shone in through the window, and the wind rustled the leaves with a slight sound.
So comfortable.
Lu Xing lay on the table, sleepy. He didn't even know when he had closed his eyes.
"Lu..."
Song Junzhu came down the stairs. She was just about to open her mouth when she found that Lu Xing was already asleep on the table.
Hmm?
Song Junzhu came downstairs and stood in front of Lu Xing, intrigued.
She had very, very, very rarely, or rather, she had never seen Lu Xing asleep.
Song Junzhu gently pulled up a chair and sat down beside Lu Xing, staring at his sleeping face.
'So pure.'
He was sleeping on his side on the table. The flesh on one side of his cheek was pressed against his arm. Song Junzhu resisted the urge to poke it several times.
After thinking for a moment.
She opened her phone camera.
Click.
The first photo of Song Junzhu and Lu Xing together was born.
Sigh.
"I bought a camera and a Polaroid, but in the end, I still used my phone."
Really.
Song Junzhu looked at the photo in her album with satisfaction.
Ding—
A sudden ring startled Song Junzhu.
Lu Xing instantly woke up from his sleep. "What's wrong, Professor Song?"
The sudden interruption ruined Song Junzhu's plan for more photos. Though furious, she stifled her anger and said.
"It's nothing. Someone is calling. You continue to sleep."
Lu Xing: ???
Song Junzhu walked out to the garden and answered the phone.
'You'd better have something important!'
"Miss Song, hello. There are two visitors who say they are your younger brother and sister and would like to see you. Do we need to send them in?"
The butler on the other end of the phone was very polite.
Younger brother and sister?
Song Junzhu let out a cold laugh.
"Let them wait."
...
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