Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Wen Jing held her phone and called out sweetly, "Okay, senior, let's meet at the Galaxy Cinema tomorrow. I like that movie too."

"Senior, we have the same hobbies. We can definitely play together in the future. Of course we can team up online to play games."

Qiao Nuo was leaning on the bed reading a book. He turned his head to look at the person who was playing games. The noise of the keyboard gave him a headache, so he put on earplugs and lay down to sleep.

I don’t know what I was dreaming about, but cold sweat broke out on my forehead, and I shouted, “No!”

She sat up and looked around with horror. Only faint moonlight shone in. The dormitory was very quiet, so quiet that it made her feel uneasy.

"Yawn, Qiao Qiao, what's wrong with you? I have to get up early to work tomorrow morning. Please stop making noise."

Qiao Nuo covered his chest and looked at the person mumbling on the bed opposite him, his voice filled with lingering fear: "Jingjing, I feel so bad. Can you please not go on the date tomorrow?"

Wen Jing turned over, opened her eyes and looked across at the other side, and said speechlessly: "Qiao Qiao, are you okay? Tomorrow is a critical period for me to find a partner. I finally made an appointment with my senior."

"If you stand me up now, I'm afraid you won't have another chance in the future. You're asking me to ruin my life."

"...No, I didn't mean that. I just feel so sad and upset."

"Okay Qiao Qiao, even if I'm in a relationship, you're always the first one in my heart. We have a tattoo that says we'll live and die together. Even my senior can't compare to you."

Wen Jing coaxed him a few perfunctorily, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Qiao Nuo looked at the person sleeping opposite him, but he couldn't fall asleep at all. He kept his eyes open until dawn, and then fell into a drowsy sleep.

When I got up and washed up, I didn't see anyone.

"Sister Yan, have you seen Jingjing?"

"Oh, she went out on a date before daybreak. Qiao Qiao, don't think too much about it. It's a good thing that Jingjing wants to find a partner. Just don't keep pestering her, okay?"

When Qiao Nuo heard this, he felt a little uncomfortable. He lowered his head and kept silent. After washing up, he left the dormitory and went to the school library, sitting by the window and staring blankly.

I didn't hear anyone calling me, and someone tugged at my clothes on my arm. I turned around and looked into a pair of smiling eyes.

She tilted her head and looked at him warily: "Are you...something wrong?"

Lin Zhishu smiled and shook his head, his delicate face glowing. He lowered his voice and said, "I'm an art student. I'd like to ask if any of my classmates would be willing to model for me."

Qiao Nuo shook her head, her whole body revealing resistance: "I don't want to. Sorry, you can find someone else."

Social anxiety is so uncomfortable, why doesn’t he leave?

"Oh, what a pity! I think your face and figure are very well-proportioned. You would look great as a sketch model."

"Oh, that's your business. I don't want to thank you."

Lin Zhishu smiled when he heard that, and got up and left without saying anything else. She was indeed a cold and aloof school beauty, and there was no chance to get close to her at all.

Qiao Nuo sat by the window in a daze, unaware that someone in the corner was watching her in a daze...

The phone suddenly rang in the quiet library. Many people looked over at him. Qiao Nuo's heart tightened and he lowered his head to look for the phone.

The society is dead, and I cover my face and dare not see anyone.

Hiding under the table, he pressed the answer button and said in a low voice, "Hello, who is this? What can I do for you?"

A serious male voice came from the other side.

[Hello, we're from the Ginkgo Street Police Station. What's your relationship with Wen Jing? Can you contact her parents? We didn't find any notes on her phone.]

[…We are good friends. Uncle police officer, what do you want to talk to Jingjing's parents about? They're in business and are often very busy, so it's hard to get in touch with them by phone.]

[Well, could you please give it to us first? Your best friend was in a car accident, and we need her parents to come and claim the body.]

Qiao Nuo was in a trance and couldn't hear anything. Four words kept coming to his mind: claim the body.

Whose? It couldn't be Jingjing. We were getting tattoos together yesterday, and I was talking to her last night. How could she have turned into a corpse?