Chapter 81 Boys send flowers to boys? What's the situation?
Qian Cang looked at the two of us, lowered his eyes, let out a helpless sigh, put down the doll in his hand, picked up the measuring tape and looked at me: "Luo Ling, let me measure your size."
"Okay!" I jumped up to him excitedly.
He was startled, lowered his face to look at me, then took a step back, keeping a certain distance from me.
"Qian Cang help me measure his head circumference so that I can order a wig." Honghuang was as serious as a scientific researcher at this time, getting rid of his usual dead fish state.
Yu Jiutian also rarely took out his computer and joined us outside.
Qian Cang was taller than me and easily measured my head circumference.
I squinted at Honghuang in confusion: "Honghuang, you don't want to do the mission anymore?"
"Wow!" Honghuang opened a piece of cloth: "Thanks to you, I got a lot of credits from winning yesterday, so I can stop doing tasks these days!"
He clenched his fists happily and looked excited.
By the way, I haven't looked at the credits yesterday. I'm very busy every day.
Yu Jiutian raised his masked face and looked at everything on the table: "Honghuang, why do you have to do it yourself?"
Honghuang tied a piece of struggle cloth on his forehead, stepped on the stool, threw his hands forward, and stared into the distance, as if that was the end of everything!
"Because, this is faith!" Hong Huang said extremely seriously, and then continued to look at Yu Jiutian, "If I don't take your favorite character seriously, will you be happy?"
Yu Jiutian looked up at him for a moment, then suddenly jumped up, stepped on a stool with one leg, and made exactly the same movements as Honghuang: "Yes! This is our belief in the second dimension!"
I looked at the two of them calmly. They had recently stopped taking the medicine and had started to suffer from the second grade disease again.
But that's the attitude.
Two-dimensional anime characters are nothing to those who don’t like them.
But to those who love them, they are living people, and they bring them light and faith.
It would be no exaggeration to say that they have God in their hearts.
Qian Cang frowned slightly, probably feeling disgusted with the two idiots. He came to my side and measured my arms.
Hong Huang put away his posture and looked at Qian Cang very seriously: "Qian Cang, please measure the size as soon as possible. Luo Ling has classes in the morning."
"I know." Qian Cang said lightly. He was very meticulous and conscientious in his work, a bit like Professor Hehua.
Don’t think that his little clothes are easy to make, the smaller they are the harder it is to make!
Especially those little shoes, they require so much needlework!
I once actually saw that he also made a pair of limited edition sneakers. They were exactly the same. It was amazing!
"Luo Ling, raise your hands." Qian Cang lowered his gaze.
I raised my hands, and he put his hands around my body to measure my bust. He frowned slightly, stopped looking for a moment and quickly took back the measuring stick.
"Swish!" With a sound, the measuring tape slid under my armpit, and Qian Cang bent down slightly to measure my waist.
From beginning to end, he never touched my body. Even when he measured the length of my arms, he didn't touch me anywhere.
"Ding dong." The doorbell rang, it was probably Jing Ting.
I was going to open the door. As soon as I moved my waist, the measuring stick around my waist suddenly tightened, as if it was tying me down.
"Don't move, captain, can you open the door?" Qian Cang looked at Yu Jiutian.
Yu Jiutian wears a mask and is more courageous.
In addition, it was his favorite two-dimensional animation early in the morning, and his whole body seemed to be in a state of excitement.
He stood up immediately and swung his sword in front of him: "No problem! You all have to work hard for me, otherwise I won't be able to spare you!"
He finally dropped the harsh words and went to open the door.
I looked at Qian Cang: "Qian Cang, you don't do the task either? Are you making clothes for me?"
"Yes." Qian Cang squatted down and measured the length of my legs, "Actually, the credits are not important to me."
I was stunned: "What do you mean?"
"Qian Cang is a god-tender, and he will eventually enter the immortal camp." Honghuang continued next to him and had already begun to draw a design drawing on the computer.
I looked at Qian Cang even more surprised, so he actually didn't care about the credits.
This further proves that the fact that they kept it secret from me has nothing to do with extra credits.
My heart feels warm and I really want to hug my brothers.
"He came to Kunhai for an early internship and accumulated combat experience, right, Qian Cang." Honghuang looked at Qian Cang seriously.
Qian Cang's movement of measuring my legs paused for a moment, then he took back the measuring stick and still squatted quietly beside me. His melancholic aura slowly began to spread again when he was quiet.
"Qian Cang, what's wrong with you?" I looked worried at him who suddenly became depressed.
He raised his face to look at Honghuang, his eyes so dull that it made people feel distressed.
"Actually, I'm quite envious of you. You can have your own dreams." His eyes softened slightly, and he lowered his face again and measured my feet.
He measured so carefully! Why did he even have to measure my feet? Is he addicted to making shoes?
Hong Huang looked at Qian Cang and suddenly fell silent.
The whole room suddenly became silent.
"Jing Ting!" The captain's exclamation came from the door as expected.
Immediately, Hong Huang and Qian Cang also looked out the door.
I ran over, and Yu Jiutian's figure standing at the door became a little stiff.
Confused, I stepped forward and put my hand on Lao Yu's shoulder: "Captain, what's wrong with you? Are you so surprised to see Jing Ting?"
I remember that the captain worshiped the divine wind.
He continued to look stiffly at the door. I turned my head and looked stiff. I was also stiff for a moment. What's going on with Jingting? There is a bouquet of Mengxi flowers in his hand!
Mengxi flower is a fairy flower in the sky. It is as white as snow and its petals are crystal clear. The sunlight falls on the petals and is dyed with colorful rays of light. It is like a flower under a rainbow, which is like a dream, so it is named Mengxi flower.
I also raised my face stiffly and saw Jing Ting's smiling face.
Qi Tian's face next to him was red with embarrassment!
Jing Ting handed over the flowers directly: "Thank you, Luo Ling."
"You...send me flowers?" Don't say that it would feel weird for me as a girl to be stuffed with flowers suddenly. Now I am a boy! Is it normal for boys to give flowers to boys?
It’s so embarrassing, I’m crying with embarrassment, it’s so embarrassing!
Jing Ting smiled generously: "I'm used to using flowers to express my gratitude." As he said that, he looked at the fairy flowers in his hands with soft eyes, "Flowers are beautiful and fragrant. Putting them in a vase is both beautiful and beautiful."
It is pleasing to the eye and is a great gift.”
He handed it to me again.
I believed everything he said, and suddenly I felt that if I didn't accept it, it would be because I was being awkward and rude.
"Then...thank you." I took the flowers, and when I looked down at them, I couldn't help but smile. Indeed, receiving flowers so early in the morning is still a joy.
"By the way, I heard from Chongyang that you like to eat snacks." Qi Tian's face was still blushing from embarrassment.
He placed a large bag of snacks in front of me and glanced at Jing Ting angrily: "Sending flowers is indeed Jing Ting's personal habit. I also know it's a bit embarrassing. Just give him a face and accept it. Here, this is mine.
Yes! Thank you."
Qi Tian finally emphasized that he must draw a clear line with Jing Ting, who sent flowers.
He stuffed the snacks into my arms and continued to talk to Jingting, as if to say, I am so embarrassed to be with you!
Jing Ting smiled confidently again, and his confidence and determination were reflected in his eyes when he looked at me.