The rebirth of the national school is too paranoid

Chapter 8
As soon as the lady sitting on the stage finished speaking, she saw the figure of the young man disappearing into the crowd.

After a while, Hua Yin strode in with a bag.

Then hand the bag to Xue Tongtong.

Xue Tongtong was stunned for a moment, "This is?"

"Your clothes are thin, and you will catch cold when you go out and blow the wind." He took out the slightly larger blue coat from the bag and put it on for Xue Tongtong.

"Thank you..." Xue Tongtong couldn't help blurting out feeling warm in his heart.

Hua Yin's voice was hoarse, and he greeted the lady sitting on the stage, and glanced at Xue Tongtong, "Let's go."

"Yes." Xue Tongtong put on the sleeves of his jacket and nodded.

Then the two left together.

Outside the venue.

"Take it."

Hua Yin let Xue Tongtong hold the bag.

Immediately, he called a taxi with the money withdrawn from the card and took her away.

I don't know why the sudden familiar palpitations are just meddling in my own business, so there is no need to waste time.

He walked all the way back to the house.

He stopped in front of an apartment, took out a bunch of keys from his trouser pocket, and opened the door.

At this moment, there was a sudden colic in the heart.

Hua Yin's dark pupils contracted violently, and his slender hands tightened the school uniform jacket at his heart.

But there was no expression on his face.

It's not that you can't feel it, but that you can't do it.

It is impossible to spread your deadly emotions in the sun.

Like someone in your heart.

Can't say.

Once emotions are captured, they become their most fatal weakness.

After a long time, I got used to it.

Even if the pain is shown on the face, no one cares and greets.

So, what's the point of doing this.

Like a posing bitch.

Stupid and pathetic.

He held his breath for a few seconds, and when the pain in his heart eased, he walked into the apartment without showing any abnormality, and closed the door behind him.

Go straight to the bedroom through the spacious and bright living room.

He wanted to know what the man behind all this wanted to do.

Turning the doorknob of the bedroom, there was a "creak" sound under his feet, and Hua Yin lowered his head in a low voice.

It turned out that an empty bottle called 'Vitamin' was stepped on.

Looking at this messy room, it seems that except for the computer desk, which is still a little bit of space, it is really not suitable for ordinary people.

Compared to this, the tender purple wall wallpaper is acceptable to him.

Hua Yin found a broom and roughly cleaned up the waste on the ground at an extremely fast speed.

After tidying up the recharge cards that were scattered all over the room, I also packed up the packs of instant noodles and French fries and chocolates that were thrown on the thin quilt, and put them away.

Although there are not many changes in the messy place, at least there is a place to step on.

Hua Yin rummaged through the drawers next to the computer desk and the stand cabinets, but found nothing that could attract yin, and the bed and bedding were full of yang.

In such a messy place, the pure one doesn't even have any yin energy except himself.

Living people will always come into contact with Yin objects, and in his memory, he is still a Yin body.

In other words, someone had tampered with the room before him.

The people of the underground...

It's not impossible, but how do they do it?
If people from the underworld have been here, they will definitely leave behind a negative energy.

Could it be a living person?

That's ridiculous, except for Hua Yin and his uncle, who else can enter this house.Besides, Hua Yin doesn't like others entering his room.

His uncle Yu Xiao bought him a pair of glasses with too much yang energy to avoid yin, so he is not an ordinary person who knows nothing.

Not to mention he's also a doctor.

"Kacha" a faint sound of the door opening reached Hua Yin's ears.

Hua Yin walked out of the bedroom.

Raising the corners of his mouth, his expressionless face was replaced with a youthful and frivolous childishness.

He respectfully called the man who was holding a black leather bag and was helping the door frame to change his shoes: "Uncle."

"Hua Yin?" Yu Xiao raised his head in doubt, looked at the handsome young man who came out of his bedroom, and was slightly taken aback.

After realizing it again, he raised his voice and reprimanded: "Why don't you wear glasses!"

"I don't need it, so I don't need it." Hua Yin glanced at Yu Xiao, his voice hoarse, and he strode towards the kitchen.

(End of this chapter)