(MTL)Take the female supporting script at the Shura Field

Chapter 8

Chapter 8,! cp is stunned

    "Ding, favorability +7, update label: very stupid."

    Lin Qingyan pursed his lips while holding the chopsticks. "What's your definition of stupid?"

    Shen Mi was cleaning up the tea set, without the slightest idea of ​​being known to be unnatural, and answered her question in a serious manner. "There is no definition."

    "The tea set can be replaced, this one is not very good." Shen Mi held up the teapot and looked at it, his fingers felt along the edge of the teapot.

    "Yeah." You have to change the teapot after a meal. Next time, you and Su Tong will go to Shuibo Liangshan to eat.

    The serving bowls and dishes are made of ancient ceramics with glaze on the outside.

    According to Lin Qingyan's request, the tea was replaced with fruit tea, so on a table of dishes with all kinds of colors and flavors, there was a super cup of fruit tea for each person beside the bowls and chopsticks.

    For fear of being questioned again, Lin Qingyan didn't even look at Shen Mi when he was eating.

    The other party didn't speak, and the room became more and more silent.

    Suddenly, I saw a table behind the screen, with ink, ink, paper and inkstone on it, and a guqin beside it.

    The fan in the bag was newly bought by the housekeeper, and there were no poems written by others on it. Lin Qingyan walked to the desk, picked up a pen and dipped in ink.

    After writing, he took the fan to the air vent to dry, and Lin Qingyan turned around to find that Shen Mi was standing in front of the table with a writing brush.

    "Write it on the rice paper and you can take it home." Lin Qingyan lowered his head and fiddled with the fan while speaking, becoming more and more satisfied with his inscription.

    Shen Mi frowned, there was an imperceptible resistance in his eyes, the hand holding the brush was a little tight, so tight that the nails turned white.

    "Pretend." The murmur didn't know who he was talking about. Anyway, his tone was not good, and his favorability was constantly fluctuating.

    Finally: "Ding, favorability is -1."

    "Host, there is no label to reduce favorability." The system looked blankly at the male protagonist's fluctuating mental journey.

    Not knowing where to touch Shen Mimou's head, Lin Qingyan rubbed the soft flesh of his chin with his fan bone. "When you're done eating, I'll ask the driver to take you home."

    "No need." Shen Mi slowly hung up the brush, and stroked the wolf with his fingertips, and the ink was dizzy.

    "The fan is good-looking, and the words are good." It's rare that Shen Mi is in such a good mood today, he can praise people and learn to tell bad jokes.

    After he finished speaking, he lowered his body and took his schoolbag, flicked away the bouquet at the door, turned around and closed the door and left.

    "Why do I feel that Shen Mi is more moody than my character design." Although the joy and anger cannot be seen on the surface, the dull atmosphere cannot be faked.

    The system thought for a while, "Man, host, you should take more care of yourself. When the time comes to complete the task, you will go to the mental hospital to be the boss of the mountain, wouldn't it be very happy!"