novelhk Chapter 219 My Name is Chun
Chapter 219 My Name is Chun
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This world is crazy and paranoid, with no moral values. Don't use your brain to watch it!
If you don’t like it, you can just stop watching and wait for the next world. Don’t criticize me!
This world is still relatively short, hehehe.
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On a vast, green meadow, there lay a girl in a spotless white halter dress.
She has a tall and graceful figure, and her exquisite curves are heart-throbbing.
Her long, straight black hair fell on her shoulders and chest like a waterfall, gently brushing against the grass, soft and silky.
A bright camellia is like the finishing touch, pinned on her hair behind her ear, making her originally palm-sized face look even more delicate and petite, while also adding a touch of enchanting and charming temperament.
The girl's eyes were a deep dark red, with a strange light flickering between the shimmering water, revealing an evil and unusual aura.
Her delicate brows vaguely revealed a sense of nobility and aloofness, like a fairy who was not of this world.
Her lips were painted with light lipstick, and her lips were angular and perfect, which was amazing.
Her arms were as slender as jade, and her slender fingers were elegantly crossed above her abdomen, as if telling some mysterious story.
The girl is like a camellia fairy descending from the sky, blending into the camellia flowers blooming all over the mountains behind her, forming a magnificent picture.
As the breeze blew, the camellia petals fell one after another, dancing lightly like snowflakes, surrounding the girl and creating a dreamlike atmosphere.
Zhinian named it "Chun".
This painting has been in the works for several days. Only a little camellia in the corner has not been colored yet. It is just a simple pencil outline.
The original owner, Zhi Nian, loved camellia, and his last wish was to paint a masterpiece.
However, the original owner had thought it all out, but ended up stepping on the soap and falling to death while taking a shower.
When Zhi Nian opened his eyes, he was in the hospital, and the whole place was filled with the smell of disinfectant.
Zhi Nian was in a trance at the time and subconsciously looked out the window, thinking that he had returned to the world where he had died of illness.
I felt relieved when I didn't see the birch tree that I had remembered so well.
I stayed in the hospital for two days over the weekend. On Monday, the teacher asked everyone to prepare homework for a very important competition.
The original owner of this competition had been waiting for a long time, but never saw its arrival.
Zhi Nian spent five whole days on this painting, and it is almost finished today. She was absorbed in the painting on the easel in front of her with the paintbrush in her hand, and it was almost finished.
But the paint I brought today is all used up, and I'm still short of some red paint. I just need to dye the camellia in the corner...
Zhi Nian was considering whether to borrow some directly from the classmates around him, when suddenly
The system's voice sounded in Zhi Nian's mind:
Ding Dong!Ding Dong!
Found the capture target Tsubaki!
May I ask if the host has any strategies?
Planting thoughts: ???
Zhi Nian’s face was full of question marks, Chun?
She asked the system: 'What's going on?'
The system looked at the chaotic information in this world and explained hesitantly: "Chun is the painting of the host. It has life. It was you, the host, who created her."
Zhi Nian raised his eyes and looked at the unfinished painting in front of him, "Bind."
System: Congratulations on successfully binding the host task object Chun!
Current task object
Current love value: 50%
Current host's health status: 30%
Zhi Nian heard the data reported by the system and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. How come there are so many data in the initial binding? This is an unprecedented situation.
She asked, "What's going on with this love value?"
Codes were flying all over the system space. It kept querying and came to the conclusion: 'Host, because you gave her vitality, she has feelings for you as long as she exists.'
As if thinking of something, the system reminded: "Host, you have to be careful in this world, because this target has been detected by the system and is a bit paranoid and a little crazy.
Maybe sometimes she doesn't even take you, the creator, seriously. Her power is too strong and no one can stop her.'
When Zhi Nian heard this, he felt strange for some reason.
Feeling a little cold on your back?
"Zhi Nian, your painting is so beautiful! Can you give it to me?" Xia Yutian looked at the painting in Zhi Nian's hand with a straight and enthusiastic gaze.
"Ah?" Zhi Nian didn't react for a moment and turned around to look at the person.
The look in Xia Yutian's eyes when he looked at the painting was too burning.
Zhi Nian was reluctant to refuse, so after thinking for a moment, he pointed to the corner and politely refused, "Forget it, I haven't finished painting yet."
Xia Yutian said quickly, "Ah? It's okay. Are you still short of red paint? I'll lend it to you. I have it."
After saying this, without waiting for Zhi Nian's answer, he quickly turned around and returned to his seat to look for red paint.
Zhi Nian didn't care, she had no intention of giving the painting to anyone else anyway.
After a while, Xia Yutian brought the red paint, but saw that Zhi Nian actually started to pack up and leave.
He glanced at the painting on the ground and asked anxiously, "Zhi Nian, aren't you going to paint anymore? I've got all the paints."
"No more painting, time to go home." Zhi Nian said, picking up the painting on the ground and wrapping it up.
She glanced at Xia Yutian, whose eyes were too scorching, and continued, "I don't plan to give this painting to you. It's for the competition."
After she finished speaking, without waiting for Xia Yutian to speak again, she pushed the door open and walked out.
Xia Yutian wanted to hold Zhi Nian back, but he dodged him. He could only shout angrily from behind, "Didn't you say you would give it to me? I brought the paint to you! Why don't you keep your word?
Besides, there's still one week left for the competition, right? You can still draw another one!"
Zhi Nian heard what he said without even turning his head.
She didn't know that the elegant girl in the painting in her hand had a slightly raised mouth corner, making the painting even more gorgeous.
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The original owner would go home every weekend and live in the school dormitory at other times.
So after packing up his things, Zhi Nian went straight home.
When he got home, everyone else was away, and Zhi Nian recalled the original owner's family.
The original owner's parents favored boys over girls and were never fair, so this was probably the time for her to pick up her younger brother who was in high school.
On the contrary, the original owner went to and from elementary school by himself.
Zhi Nian shook his head inwardly and took the things he had just brought back and put them in his room.
The original owner's room was very small, and the largest room in the house was given to his younger brother to plant trees.
According to the original owner's previous behavior habits, she should go cook, otherwise she would be scolded again if her father and mother came back and didn't see her doing anything.
Zhi Nian thought about it and went to the kitchen to cook some rice before coming back to do his homework.
It is better to have less trouble than more. The original owner is now a junior and can find time to move out.
After a while, the sound of a door opening was heard outside.
Zhishu saw the canvas shoes placed at the entrance and raised his eyebrows, "Mom. Zhinian is back."
Mother Zhi had just changed her shoes and was still carrying vegetables. When she heard what Zhishu said, her expression remained unchanged, but she still reminded him, "Xiaoshu, call me sister."
Zhishu curled his lips and disagreed.
Mother Zhi nodded his head, but there was clearly no blame in her eyes.
The mother and son walked into the living room together with a smile. Zhishu ran to the refrigerator to look for food. Seeing that nothing was missing in the refrigerator, he grinned. He muttered softly, "Fortunately, Zhinian was sensible and didn't steal my food."
Zhi's mother walked into the kitchen with the vegetables and saw the rice had already been cooked. She showed no expression.
Anyway, my daughter will get married in the future, so what if she does more cooking and eats less at home? Planting trees is the only way for a good son to provide for her in her old age.