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Han Zhou was pleasantly surprised. It seemed that his mind-reading skills had improved a little. He guessed the correct answer in just three attempts. He asked, "What's the matter?"
Wang Lengqiu said nothing and looked at him eagerly again, as if waiting for him to continue guessing.
Han Zhou frowned slightly. Isn't this back to square one? How could he have guessed such a thing?
He sighed and said, "I'm sorry, I can't guess what you're thinking if you don't tell me. If you do this again, I'll leave."
The reason why he was patient with Wang Lengqiu was mainly because he knew Guzheng Mo Yisha and Zhong Ling, and had a certain sympathy and affection for this girl who was also an unlockable character. But if they really couldn't communicate, then there was no need for him to waste his time.
The air became silent and only the sound of the rain could be heard.
Seeing that Wang Lengqiu remained indifferent, Han Zhou completely lost his patience, turned around and walked straight towards the hospital gate.
There were continuous footsteps behind him. He knew that Wang Lengqiu was following him, but he didn't intend to pay attention. He opened the umbrella and was about to walk out of the hospital, but he stopped after taking just one step.
Turning back, he helplessly looked at the girl who was about to follow him into the rain, and said with a headache: "What on earth do you want to do?"
Wang Lengqiu lowered his eyes slightly, looking pitiful.
As if she noticed Han Zhou's impatience, she subconsciously crossed her arms, but found nothing. Then she realized that Qiuqiu was no longer around.
After two seconds of silence, she pointed at the umbrella in Han Zhou's hand.
Is she trying to say that she lost her umbrella and needs me to give her a ride?
Han Zhou's expression brightened slightly. He saw with his own eyes how Wang Lengqiu threw away the umbrella. Although he still didn't say anything, at least this guy showed intention to communicate.
He was about to speak, but the other party's first sentence stunned him.
“It rains, mushrooms grow.”
"What the hell?" He looked confused, wondering if he had heard it wrong. "Where are the mushrooms growing?"
Wang Lengqiu pointed at the umbrella in his hand: "Black mushroom."
"Umbrella... is it a mushroom?" Han Zhou reacted and confirmed it again in disbelief.
"Yes."
Han Zhou was shocked: "Then what am I?"
"Of course you are a human." Wang Lengqiu looked at him strangely, "Haven't you figured it out yet?"
I thought you were going to say I was a mushroom man...
Han Zhou complained in his heart, thinking that no wonder some people said this girl was crazy, it turned out that she just had a special way of speaking. It was just a metaphor, it was not like he didn't know how to use it.
So he coughed twice and asked tentatively: "So you came to me because your mushrooms were blown away by the wind, so you want to borrow my mushrooms?"
I have to say, it is really shameful to speak like this...
A man rushed into the hospital in a hurry and happened to hear Han Zhou's words. His expression froze and he quickly stepped out of the hospital and looked up.
This is a hospital for sure, how could this mental illness come from here?
Han Zhou felt embarrassed, but he had a good mentality and did not show it on his face. He just waited expectantly for Wang Lengqiu's answer, hoping that the other party would share his embarrassment.
"I don't want your umbrella."
Wang Lengqiu answered quickly, but this was obviously not the answer Han Zhou wanted to hear.
He raised his eyebrows, feeling that this woman was plotting against him.
How come it's a mushroom when there's no one around, but an umbrella when there's someone around? Is it because you can't afford to play?
Putting away his rich inner drama, Han Zhousheng asked helplessly: "Then what do you want?"
"Are you unhappy?" Wang Lengqiu could see that he was not in a good mood.
Han Zhou pressed his eyebrows and shook his head, "No, just tell me what you want to say."
At present, it seems that this girl is not a person who is not good at speaking. The reason why she didn't say a word just now is probably because what she wants to mention is difficult to say.
Wang Lengqiu looked at him for a while and said, "There are many ways to reduce stress. I suggest that you should not press your forehead too often. It's not good for your health."
“This is the first time I’ve heard of this…”
Han Zhou stopped what he was doing and looked a little surprised.
"First time hearing this?"
"Any questions?"
Han Zhou felt that the other party's tone was very strange, as if this should be common sense known to everyone.
"no problem."
Wang Lengqiu shook his head expressionlessly and explained, "Because pressing the center of the eyebrows can easily cause friction, sometimes if you use too much force, it can cause your head to catch fire."
"So...wait, what is that?"
"What I mean by that is you want to reduce the friction on the head as much as possible to reduce the risk of spontaneous combustion."
Han Zhou was silent for two seconds: "Are you telling a joke?"
He actually thought there was some trick to this.
"I'm serious." Wang Lengqiu's tone didn't sound joking.
Is this guy really crazy?
Han Zhou couldn't figure out what kind of new metaphor this was, so he asked, "But how could a person spontaneously combust just by rubbing their head?"
Only by deeply understanding a person's speaking logic can you communicate with him better.
"Ordinary people wouldn't do that." Wang Lengqiu answered seriously.
"Am I not an ordinary person?"
"Of course not." Wang Lengqiu looked at Han Zhou deeply and said, "You are incompatible with this world and different from everyone else."
Han Zhou was stunned.
I don't fit in with this world, I'm different from everyone else...
As a visitor from another world who traveled through time with memories of his past life, he was indeed out of tune with this world from the very beginning. If the status bar was added, he would be even more different from everyone else in this world.
This is his biggest secret. No one knows it to this day, and he has no plans to tell others in the future. Instead, he will carry this secret until he is buried.
Obviously no one should know...
However, whether it was Wang Lengqiu's meaningful tone or his suggestive words, they all made him feel like his secret was exposed.
But how did this guy know this?
Han Zhou's heart beat faster. He felt that the girl in front of him became unfathomable. Her lifeless eyes seemed to see through all his secrets.
He finally managed to calm down and pretended to be confused and asked, "Incompatible? Why do you say that?"
The tone was lighthearted, as if one had just heard a funny joke.
Wang Lengqiu stared at his face intently, as if trying to find some flaw in his expression, which made Han Zhou's heart sink gradually.
The one who comes is not kind.
Could there be something like a reverse time travel bureau in this world?
“Because you’re a stick figure.”
At this moment, Wang Lengqiu's serious words brought Han Zhou back to his senses, and also brought back his heart that was about to sink to the bottom.
"What the hell?"
After realizing what the other party had just said, he almost vomited blood.
This guy's words were so profound and mysterious that he had been worried here for a long time, afraid that his identity as a time traveler had been exposed. And now he was told that he was a matchstick man?
If this isn’t a joke, then what is it?
Seeing Han Zhou's strange expression, perhaps thinking that he didn't understand what the matchstick man meant, Wang Lengqiu explained: "The matchstick man's head is mainly composed of potassium chlorate, manganese dioxide and other substances. After friction, it is easy to generate heat and release flames, so..."
Han Zhou couldn't stand it any longer and interrupted her with a dark face: "If my head was really that easy to generate heat from friction, I would have died suddenly when washing my hair normally."
Wang Lengqiu looked at him strangely, as if he was looking at a fool: "But there is water when washing your hair."
Han Zhou looked stunned.
This guy's thinking is so clear?
He laughed angrily, took a deep breath and said, "If I were a matchstick man, I'd be curious about who you are?"
"I am a normal person." Wang Lengqiu looked serious.
"Normal people...isn't this really a bad joke?"
Han Zhou began to think about the possibility that this guy deliberately said these inexplicable words in order to establish his character.
We were pretty normal when we met before...
"Why do you think this is a joke?" Wang Lengqiu seemed puzzled. "Don't you think I'm a normal person?"
There was no expression on her face, but the words she said coupled with that pitiful face gave people a feeling of aggrieved.
Fortunately, there was no one passing by nearby, otherwise Han Zhou suspected that he would probably be severely condemned.
"No……"
Han Zhou took a deep breath. His purpose was not to have in-depth contact with this girl, so he was too lazy to study the strangeness of the other party and turned to ask about the business.
"So what do you want from me?"
"Wang Lengqiu."
"Ok?"
"My name is Wang Lengqiu." Wang Lengqiu said, "You can call me Qiuqiu, or Qiuqiu."
Isn't that the dog's name?
Han Zhou was stunned, but compared to this, he was more puzzled by the other party's intimate attitude. Generally speaking, only close friends would let the other party call them by their names, and nicknames like Qiuqiu would not be easily told to outsiders. But this girl not only told him this name directly, but also asked him to call her like this in the future...
why?
Just because I am a unique stickman?
He complained in his heart, but still responded politely: "Hello, my name is Han Zhou."
"I know. I heard Teacher Ouyang mention your name."