"Brother and sister-in-law are here too."
After the young scholar left this sentence, he walked into the house with his food box.
...
The woodcutter and the woman looked at each other.
Then a decision was made.
They walked towards the study together.
Chasing the pace of the young scholar.
...
The young scholar took out plates of food from the food box.
The two big bowls of white steamed buns are very eye-catching.
...
The woodcutter and the woman watched the young scholar's movements.
I felt inexplicably nervous.
There are many mixed thoughts in my mind.
Are they really looking forward to seeing the black monster?
Didn’t the young scholars say before that they couldn’t see the black monster?
So how will he let them see this time?
Do they believe in the existence of black monsters?
...
After the young scholar set up the dishes, the house fell into silence.
No one spoke before.
But there is a sound of placing dishes.
Now there is no sound at all.
...
The woman looked at the young scholar without any trace.
I looked at the woodcutter again.
She gently touched the woodcutter's arm.
He whispered, "What are we doing now?"
"Just wait?"
.....
The woodcutter frowned.
He looked at the young scholar.
The young scholar sat behind the desk, looking at a book in his hand.
Looks like he is concentrating on reading.
But he naturally understood his younger brother.
The woodcutter knew that the young scholar did not actually read the book.
Like them, the young scholars were anxiously waiting for the appearance of the black monster.
...
"wait."
The woodcutter whispered.
...
good.
The woman nodded.
...
The woodcutter gently held the woman's arm.
The woman turned around in confusion.
But he still obediently let the woodcutter pull her away.
...
"sit."
The woodcutter gently pressed the woman on the chair.
"I don't know how long it will take..."
"Don't stand."
"tired."
...
The woman smiled.
She pulled the woodcutter.
"You sit, too."
"What if you see someone standing and it doesn't show up?"
...
The woodcutter sounds reasonable.
He didn't plan to sit down on the chair next to the woman.
He clenched his hands tightly.
Anyone who has experienced it knows that sitting in an anxious mood is more uncomfortable than standing.
The woodcutter pursed his lips.
...
“…hasn’t it appeared yet?”
The woman couldn't help but whisper.
They have been waiting for a long time.
...
The woodcutter took a deep breath.
He looked around and looked around.
No exceptions were found.
He looked at the food on the desk again.
There was no reduction in food on the table.
...
What's going on?
The woodcutter looked at the young scholar.
"younger brother……"
...
The quiet room is even less sounding.
...
The young scholar's body was stiff.
A few seconds later, he put down the book in his hand.
...
Don't talk about the unknowing woodcutter and the woman...
The young scholar himself was also confused.
I also became more and more anxious and anxious.
...
Not like this...
This is different from the past.
Usually, as long as he takes out the food and puts it...
He was even distracted.
When you look at the food again, you can see the black figure burying his head and feasting.
...
He didn't need to wait at all.
He doesn't need to find it.
...
What happened this time?
The young scholar tried hard to suppress the uneasiness in his heart.
Black monster...
Why hasn't it appeared yet?
Could it be...
The scene at that time appeared in the mind of the young scholar.
He vented his willlessly at the black monster, cursed and hysterical...
...
He was furious at that time.
The guess of failure and being fooled and fooled completely made him lose his mind.
...
He was born in a slightly cold state.
It seems that he can lower his posture and is willing to ask for help everywhere for his study.
But in fact, he is very enthusiastic.
Super self-esteem.
...
He hates being despised, fooled, and joked the most in his life...
Everyone was not optimistic about him.
He vowed to slap everyone in the face.
He felt a sense of anger in his heart.
result……
He was as expected by them...
Failed.
He couldn't accept it.
especially……
This failure...
He is not convinced!
if……
It wasn't a black monster that gave him unrealistic confidence...
Let him relax his demands on himself...
If there is no black monster...
Will he achieve better results?
When the young scholar thought of this possibility, he felt like he was scratching his liver and lungs.
He was so uncomfortable that he retching.
...
In this way, he saw the culprit appear...
How can you not go crazy?
He didn't rush up to fight the black monster because his own physical fitness was too poor.
All his strength was spent on his roar at the black monster.
...
Will it be...
The young scholar's heart skipped a beat.
The black monster is angry?
Because of his performance at that time...
So it won't appear in front of him?!
...
The young scholar suddenly squeezed his hand tightly.
impossible!
He subconsciously refuted his conjecture.
But the next second, he laughed at himself again: How could it be impossible?
If it were him, he would have been scolded like this...
he……
I have to scold you...
...
The young scholar was stunned.
Only then did he realize...
Those days he vented his emotions at the black monster. He was full of anger, unwillingness, crazy...
He is like a lunatic.
Immerse yourself in your overflowing emotions.
So I have never noticed that in the face of his fierce performance...
The black monster did not respond.
...
Just looked at him coldly.
It seems that I don't understand his performance...
It seems to be contemptuous of him...
...
The young scholar's nails were pinched into the back of his hand.
A slight pain spread.
...
Oh.
The young scholar sneered.
The black monster must be guilty.
Finally, it's not completely heartless.
Is it because he is too pitiful and too embarrassed?
So I don't say anything, do nothing, let him vent.
...
Then…...
I thought I had compensated him...
No longer appearing in front of him?!
...
The young scholar lowered his head.
The shadow of hair blocked the young scholar's expression.
“…What a joke…”
The young scholar murmured.
No one except him heard clearly what he said.
...
Without waiting for others to ask, the young scholar suddenly raised his head.
There was a bit of madness between the eyebrows and eyes.
"What a joke!?"
The young scholar screamed.
...
The woodcutter and the woman were so scared that they jumped out of the chair.
...
"younger brother!?"
The woodcutter and the woman ran to the side of the young scholar.
"What's wrong?"
"What happened?!"
Their hearts were still pounding by the sudden throat of the young scholar.
...
The young scholar stared at the eyes.
It's like competing with someone.
Fingers are stirred together tightly.
...
"younger brother?"
The woodcutter gently patted the young scholar on the shoulder.
"Don't be excited."
Chapter completed!