Chapter 208 Can we still see the sun tomorrow?

Author: Feng Qingzhi

When he saw this, he picked up his chopsticks, picked up a piece of braised pork and stuffed it into his mouth. While chewing, he said inarticulately: "The braised pork made by the dean's mother is really delicious. I have never eaten anything so delicious."

Braised pork, so I couldn’t bear to eat it too quickly, and I also wanted to save some to eat tomorrow.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the dean came over with a smile on his face and said, "What a good boy. I didn't expect you to like the braised pork I made so much. Don't worry, eat it. There's still some in the pot, I'll leave it all for you."

Facing the jealous and hateful looks of all the children, Rong Shu froze. The smell of meat in his mouth was unbearable. He really couldn't swallow it, but he couldn't spit it out.

Finally, under the loving gaze of the dean, he slowly relaxed his subconsciously frowning brows, made an expression of enjoyment while chewing, and put piece after piece of braised pork into his mouth and into his stomach.

The violent surging feeling was suppressed by him.

No vomiting, absolutely no vomiting, he warned himself in his mind, if he vomited, it would be the end of the day!

The meat in the bowl became less and less, and his stomach was churning violently. The intense discomfort even made a few physiological tears ooze from the end of his eyes.

"Mom, Dean, look, Ashu is actually crying. He seems to really not like eating the braised pork you made."

Rong Shu almost had a heart attack. He opened his mouth to explain, but he choked on the braised pork he was swallowing and coughed violently.

He was coughing extremely awkwardly, and finally managed to catch his breath, only to be met with a pair of extremely cold eyes.

Rong Shu: "..."

He took a hard breath and explained: "Mom, dean, that's not the case. It was just the first time I ate such delicious braised pork. I felt so happy that I was moved to tears."

"is that so?"

Rong Shu nodded fiercely and ate the remaining braised pork into his mouth.

When he swallowed it, his beautiful eyebrows showed an expression of enjoyment.

Seeing this, the dean's face instantly turned from gloomy to bright. She smiled and patted his head, "I'm right, Ashuguo is a really good boy. The braised ribs I made are also delicious. I'll make them for lunch tomorrow."

Let’s eat for you, it’s getting late, I’ll take you to the dormitory, good kids should go to bed early and get up early.”

Rong Shu nodded obediently, stood up and looked at the woman with a dependent face, and said happily: "Mother, Dean, I'm going to wash the dishes first."

"Well, you go ahead, I'll wait for you at the door of the dormitory building."

Rong Shu picked up the bowl, rushed to the faucet, and washed the bowl in his hands very quickly.

Just as he was about to put the bowl in the dishwasher, a chubby little boy suddenly kicked him secretly from behind.

He was kicked and staggered, and saw the bowl in his hand flying out. He didn't care so much and rushed over to catch the bowl.

Finally, with his efforts, the bowl was firmly placed in his hand.

He lay on the ground in a very strange posture and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

This is really hard to guard against!

If this bowl is broken, those bad guys will definitely accuse him of some unfounded charges, making the dean dissatisfied with him. When the dean directly labels him as a bad boy in his heart, he will definitely live.

But it's dawn.

Thinking of this, he felt a chill in his heart.

"Miaomiao, look, he actually soiled his new clothes. Oh my god, the dean's mother works so hard to wash our clothes every day. Why is he so ignorant!"

"His sleeves seem to be torn as well, and the dean's mother has to stay up late to mend her clothes again. Why doesn't he feel sorry for the dean's mother?"

"I said he was a bad boy, but the dean's mother still didn't believe it."

"He just relied on his good looks and kept pretending to be pitiful to gain sympathy, so the dean's mother didn't discover his true face."

"..."

Rong Shu almost couldn't breathe. Ever since he stepped into this orphanage, there have been traps almost everywhere. Why are these bad guys so vicious? They want to kill him anytime and anywhere!

He couldn't help but doubt himself. Could it be that he was out of his mind to formulate such rules in the first place?

This damn good boy code is killing him!

Rong Shu climbed up from the ground with great difficulty, and then silently put the intact bowl into the cupboard.

Under the gloating eyes of the children, he wiped the dust off his clothes with his hands, and then slowly walked towards the door with his head lowered in extreme silence.

When he was about to reach the door, a cold voice suddenly sounded.

"Why don't you go back to bed so late? You are all gathering here and making a lot of noise. Is this what good children should do?"

Rong Shu looked up and found the dean standing at the door with an extremely ugly expression.

In case those bad guys were the first to complain and throw dirty water on him, he decided to take a preemptive strike.

He gently touched his thigh and twisted his thigh hard with his hands. His eyes quickly turned red, and a thin layer of mist formed in his eyes.

He walked forward and choked with guilt, "Mom, Dean, I'm sorry, I just accidentally fell. Not only did my new clothes get dirty, but even the sleeves were torn. I'm so sad."

You're not sensible, you already have a lot of hard work doing laundry, cooking and cleaning on weekdays, so I didn't share the burden with you, but I actually caused you a lot of trouble."

As he spoke, a teardrop slowly slid down the end of his eye on his beautiful and fair face.

The dean, who was already a face-controller, looked at the beautiful child who was full of remorse and crying, and her heart softened completely. She stepped forward and gently hugged Rong Shu, patted his shoulder very gently, and comforted him softly.

: "You are a good boy if you know your mistakes and can correct them. Don't cry. Mother, the dean, doesn't blame you."

"Come on, I'll take you back to the dormitory to change into some clothes."

After saying this, she raised her head again, pointed her gaze at the stunned children behind Rong Shu, and said in a cold voice: "Go back to bed. You must go to bed early and get up early to be a good child."

All the children nodded obediently after hearing this, and then walked out of the door one after another and ran quickly towards the dormitory building.

When the dean saw this, his expression finally relaxed a little.

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It was very dark at night, with almost no light outside the window.

Rong Shu lay quietly on the bed, pretending to be calm and breathing evenly, pretending to be asleep.

The black figure standing beside the bed stood for a few minutes before he gently raised his steps and walked towards the door of the dormitory. When he walked out of the dormitory, he closed the door thoughtfully.

Hearing the footsteps getting further and further away, Rong Shu slowly breathed a sigh of relief. He covered his head with the quilt and slowly opened his eyes.

Listening to the screams coming from upstairs, Rong Shu felt horrified.

He knew very well that it was the scream of the little girl who was locked up by the dean after spilling the braised pork that night.

It is not known what kind of torture she suffered before her death.

For a moment, Rong Shu was not sleepy at all. He sighed slowly, wondering if he would survive until the morning after tomorrow?

He once made countless rules and played with the lives of all creatures in the entire Cloud City, watching them struggle painfully and desperately to survive until they completely lost their consciousness and turned into puppets.

But he never thought that one day, he himself would be harmed by the rules.

Thinking of this, Rong Shu's mood became very complicated, mixed with a hint of regret.

The braised pork that he forced himself to swallow at night kept churning in his stomach. He turned over in great discomfort, but felt an extremely strong sense of surveillance.
Chapter completed!