Xiao Zhang [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 5

He knew why Ding Ji suddenly ignored him.

Maybe he thought he was indifferent, but for such a small, possibly abandoned child, he only wanted to eat.

Not even the most basic sympathy.

What we had for dinner today was noodles. It was brought to a few people in the dormitory, so it was just noodles.

Lin Wuyu took some effort when he entered the dormitory with four portions of noodles. The volume of the four lunch boxes was not much different from two bags of barbecue, but there was soup in them. When he ran through the door of the dormitory manager, he had to have both Speed, but also a steady hand.

"Don't think I can't see clearly who you are!" The uncle's voice came from afar.

You really can't see clearly.

Lin Wuyu had already run up to the third floor. He was still very confident in his speed.

There was a mirror on the first floor. Every time he ran past the mirror carrying food, he would take a look at it, but he never saw himself clearly.

Like lightning.

Several people in the dormitory were still reviewing under the lamp, but when Lin Wuyu walked in, several people's faces were facing the door.

"I heard the uncle shouting downstairs." Chen Mang said with a smile.

"He said he could see clearly who I am." Lin Wuyu said.

"That's impossible. I could have caught you early in the morning." Luo Chuan stood up and took the lunch box. "You run at least three times a week."

"What noodles did you have for dinner today?" Liu Ziyi said, "This is not your style. You ran out and didn't even have a big meal?"

"Something happened," Lin Wuyu stuffed Ding Ji's reference book under the pillow, "I didn't have a big meal."

He didn't want to talk about the child he picked up tonight, but the biggest advantage of the few people in the dormitory making people feel comfortable was revealed at this time, and no one asked.

With such an excellent roommate, the time we spend together decreases with the countdown numbers in the classroom. Sometimes I feel sad just thinking about it.

"Do you want a box of yours back?" Chen Mang asked.

"Four boxes are easy to store," Lin Wuyu said, "You guys share it. I just finished eating and I will read a book for a while."

The mystery of palmistry.

Lin Wuyu turned on the bedside lamp and put on his glasses.

This book looks like a pirated version of a book sold on the street. The title of the book is not "Easy, Learn to Read Palmistry in Five Minutes" or "Knowing People by Reading Hands" or "From Palm Prints to Life". It seems to be following the same path. Suspense style.

Chic.

Yo. The author is still a foreigner.

Lin Wuyu habitually followed the usual study steps and preset the questions in his mind.

For example, where did palmistry originate, in which cultural context is palmistry most popular, and what is the basis for dividing the various areas corresponding to the palm prints...

Then I opened the book.

On the first page of the catalog, there are two lines of large characters written neatly in ballpoint pen.

Little prodigy Ding Ji's private collection of books.

Not lending it to you. Don't steal. If you find it, return it to me.