Chapter 49
The next morning, I got up and looked in the mirror. A face that was neither human nor ghostly appeared before my eyes, which really scared me. A chicken-coop-like hairstyle appeared on top of my head, looking like a hen could lay eggs on it. I brushed aside the messy hair in front of my eyes, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes. They weren't red from crying, so why were they so red? I rubbed them for a while, but there was no improvement. With this appearance, I really didn't dare to go to school.
I was thinking about what to do in the house when the voice of a fox came from outside.
"The thirteenth generation, hurry up and get out of bed."
"Wait a minute."
I quickly changed into my school uniform, and when I put on the skirt, considering it's not safe to walk with a fox, I wore a pair of safety shorts underneath and pulled the skirt down a bit until it was almost knee-length before feeling slightly at ease. I reached out from the dresser, grabbed a comb and casually combed my hair a few times, then grabbed my backpack with one hand and rushed out of the room.
As I walked out of the room, the fox was lying lazily on the chaise longue with a languid expression. Today he was wearing his school uniform, and for some reason, all the other boys who wore it looked like students, even the young thugs had a bit of childishness to them.
But for some reason, after wearing it on the fox's body, a strong aura of evil spirit was emitted.
I found that on his white shirt, surprisingly, three buttons were not buttoned up. His body was slouching in the recliner, making his clothes look a bit disheveled, revealing a large area of fair skin. The sunken collarbone didn't look scary at all, but rather made him look overly sensual.
"You're staring blankly!"
The fox's chuckling voice sounded, with a good smile looking at me.
"Who's crazy?"
I felt a little guilty and refuted, but still couldn't help feeling a bit hot in the face, biting my lip and turning my head to glance elsewhere.
"Why are you so slow today? If you don't get up earlier than me tomorrow, I'll have to come into your room and help you get dressed."
He had a sly smile on his face, as if he was looking forward to it.
I took a deep breath, and my mood was still okay in the morning. His words just passed by my ears like the wind, and I ignored him.
The fox seemed to have no intention of leaving, until I stood at the door with my backpack on, and when I turned back to look, he was still sitting lazily in his chair, half-closing his eyes and looking at me with disdain.
I weakly curled up the corners of my mouth and said to him: "Aren't you going to leave yet?"
He stomped his feet and looked at me with a puzzled expression when he heard me ask this question, asking: "Go? Where are you going?"
"Go to school for class, didn't you go yesterday? Just one night and you've already forgotten!"
"Hmm!"
He nodded seriously and said, "I really forgot."
Alright, I rub my temples, he's an antique from a thousand years ago, how could he understand the sorrows of us, the people living in 21st century China? In this era where nobody reads books, will we still be able to survive in this cruelly competitive society?
It doesn't make a difference whether he reads or not, so I said to him: "If you're not going, then I'll go ahead by myself?"
"Wait, Shi San Tai has returned."
I was just about to leave when the fox's low, drawn-out voice came from behind me again.
"What's wrong?"
I turned back and asked.
"How much longer until class starts?"
I lifted up my sleeve, took a glance at my watch and said to him: "There are only twenty minutes left in class."
"Twenty minutes?" He looked puzzled, but didn't ask me and said: "I've decided to go to school with you, but first, the thirteenth generation will make some delicious food to comfort me."
This sounds like I'm begging him to go, I couldn't help but say: "Didn't we agree that there's only 20 minutes left? What are you still eating breakfast for? If we don't hurry up and get to school now, we'll be late today."
