Chapter 55 I think...I will never go mountain climbing again

  Welcome to Jiupin Literature, search for "Jiupin Literature" in any search engine to quickly enter this site. This site permanently provides free downloads of high-quality and txt format services without pop-up windows! As the sun sets below the horizon, the sky gradually darkens, but looking out the window, you can still see the remnants of the fiery clouds at the edge of the sky. The two rows of streetlights on the night market street quietly lit up at the same time, and the ordinary scenery that I had never carefully appreciated before suddenly seemed very beautiful to me.

  But at this moment, even if Da Vinci's painting were handed to me, I wouldn't have the mind to appreciate it properly, because my brain has completely fallen into the dead rhythm of leftover food infinite loop.

  Fortunately, the sky did not disappoint me. When the wall clock showed 7:35, Mu Mu and Xiao Yu finally appeared in my line of sight with their shoulders hunched and backs slouched. While I was excited beyond self-control, for the first time, I felt a sense of relief to discover that their figures, which had such a huge height difference, were so harmonious and touching.

  But I opened my eyes wide and looked left and right, and didn't see the third person I wanted to see within a meter of them.

  "Lu Zichuan's stomach..." I had a bad feeling, "Don't tell me he's going to play truant on me too?"

  "Alright."

  I stared at Cheng Qiao who was lying on the table: "What are you doing?!"

  He suddenly straightened up and pressed his throat, saying: "I'm because my throat is a bit itchy, this is the prelude to coughing, uh...cough cough..."

  I was just about to speak when I suddenly heard an excited "Good evening, Xiao Qiao!" coming from above my head. Turning around, I saw Mu Mu with a thrilled expression and Xiao Yu grinning from ear to ear with a flattering smile.

  "Little Qiao, brother, long time no see!"

  The sweat on my arm stood up in a big patch as the sound of the old lady's voice from the brothel scared me, I sternly scolded her: "Madam, speak properly, don't scare Little Qiao!" Then ignoring her dissatisfied gaze, I hastily asked Mu Mu: "Did you guys arrive first, and Lu Zikuan will come later?"

  "Ah, Zi Chuan... " Mu Mu was stunned for a moment, stuttering and looking at Cheng Qiao, "He has something urgent, can't come."

  "Didn't you say yesterday that he had nothing to do after finishing one of his exams today?"

  "That's because... I forgot he has another exam the day after tomorrow, so he needs to study hard and can't come."

  “……”

  It's not enough that I couldn't escape the fate of having leftover food, now it's even worse with the portion growing exponentially... I covered my face in agony, this rhythm of being abused without being able to fight back is quite interesting.

  "Alright, alright, I know what you're worried about. At most, we can just get Miao to pack everything up and have Lu Zikuan and his roommate deal with it once and for all. Honestly, I've had enough of your weird habits, they're even worse than mysophobia."

  I was stunned for a moment, and suddenly I felt relieved: "Ah! How could I not have thought of packaging it!" The problem was solved in an instant, and I felt invigorated all over, so I decided to generously forgive Xiao Yu for just giving me the nickname "pervert".

  Cheng Qiao was very persistent in wanting to know where my "perversion" came from, and I let Xiao Yu and Mu Mu nonsense there.

  From young to old, people who know me can't understand why I hate leftovers so much, but in fact, even now, I myself can't find the reason. It's just like my dad doesn't know why he vomits as soon as he smells celery. But this is nothing, there are many unsolved mysteries and strange phenomena in the world, we just happen to have two unexplained mysteries of our own family.

  I suddenly had a weird idea, if I was a celery enthusiast who would feel unwell if I left it, and my dad was a family cook who always leaves leftovers after every meal, and we still have to live under the same roof every day... The scene... I couldn't help but shudder, this household is absolutely impossible to live in.

  When I got home, I found that Shouxing was lying on the sofa watching TV comfortably, while two big men were still busy in the kitchen. So I also did nothing and became an idle person. But unexpectedly, Cheng Qiao insisted on going to help with the housework.

  "I'm younger, of course I should help out my elders." He said with a serious face.

  "No, you're a guest, just sit back and relax." To strengthen my argument, I pointed to MuMu and XiaoYu who were already sprawled out on the sofa and said, "And look at them, they're younger than us too, why don't they have this kind of awareness?"

  Xiao Yu immediately retorted: "This is different, our stance and pursuit are completely different!"

  "What's different about your stance and pursuit?" I asked Chao in surprise.

  He didn't say a word, just pursed his lips and curved his eyebrows, looking very pleased, then he went into the kitchen on his own. Through the glass door, I could see my dad and uncle enthusiastically greeting him, but what they were saying was inaudible.

  Just as I finally managed to pull my mind back from Qiao's smile, I suddenly noticed four pairs of staring eyes. I shuddered: "Why are you guys looking at me with that kind of 'looking-at-pork' gaze?"

  They all shook their heads in unison, and Shouxing curled up the corners of his mouth, making people feel eerie for no reason: "Yao Yao, I didn't know you looked so silly when you were infatuated!"

  My face fell instantly.

  Watching them ignore me and continue to huddle together, whispering and not letting me approach, a bad premonition suddenly arose in my heart, feeling like I was a pig waiting to be slaughtered.

  In such an annoying atmosphere, I finally got to the time for dinner, originally thought it could calm down a bit, but the subsequent development made me fall into an even greater panic.

  "Xiao Qiao, our family doesn't have the habit of serving dishes to others, so just help yourself. We're all family here, don't be polite!" Shou Xing said with a smile.

  "Yes, Little Qiao, our family is very casual, so feel free to come over and play more often. I think you're a great fit for our 9th-grade literature club. You can search for '9th-grade literature' on any search engine to quickly enter our site, which provides permanent, pop-up-free downloads of high-quality texts in various formats! You're really compatible with us, young man!" My dad said with a smile.

  "You are two years older than Yaoyao, that's good, I am also two years older than your Aunt Xiao." Uncle continued to say with a smile.

  "Xiao Qiao, I haven't heard you say what you want to do after graduation yet?" Gently tapping her husband, Auntie's eyes were smiling so wide they were just a slit.

  ……

  No matter what the four middle-aged men and women asked, Cheng Qiao answered them one by one with a smile that was both shy and sincere. Xiao Yu and Mu Mu stared at him with dull eyes while eating.

  I listened all the way with a thrilling heart, feeling that I was in a state of being awake while everyone else was asleep, and this state made me want to die and live at the same time.

  Just as Shou Xing excitedly finished saying "I really want to hold my grandson soon", I couldn't help but tap the stainless steel chopsticks in my hand against my bowl, and the crisp sound drew everyone's attention.

  In the midst of silence, I spoke word by word.

  "I said, you guys aren't... thinking of dumping me for Cheng Qiao, are you?"

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