My Mr. Monster

Time started counting again, and as expected, Wu Yang appeared in his world again.

Lu Xuan looked at the starry sky, then glanced at Wu Yang who was sleeping on the bed. He chuckled helplessly.

I touched the wound I had bandaged. It wasn't healed yet, but it was much better than I expected, and I had to thank someone for that.

Lu Xuan sat at the desk, picked up a pen, randomly pulled out a notebook from the side, and then began to record the things he needed to buy.

Seven days is enough time for online shopping to be delivered here.

Clothes, food, cooking oil, and some more of those hand warmers. Lu Xuan carefully recalled everything he needed, his pen tapping against the table.

"Oh, slingshot, this is good." Lu Xuan murmured softly and quickly recorded it.

He bought two pairs of slingshots and a few hundred steel balls. You can imagine how powerful they are. If you meet someone who is difficult to talk to, not only will it hurt if you shoot him in the head, but as long as that person is distracted, Wu Yang can take him down directly.

And there is Song Li. This lady seems to be very different from what Wu Yang and the others said. At least until now he has never seen Song Li wink at him. On the contrary, Wu Yang is guarding against her as if she were a wolf.

She also needed cotton clothes and other things, so Lu Xuan agreed to her request. So far, at least based on his observation, he believed that Song Li was harmless, and since there was no problem, she enjoyed equal rights.

Lu Xuan wrote and wrote without realizing it. When he turned the page, he heard a noise behind him. Just as he was about to turn around, Wu Yang's voice sounded in his ears.

"What are you writing in the middle of the night?"

The distance was very close, and Lu Xuan was helpless. He said patiently, "Seven days is enough time to buy a lot of things that need to be bought."

"Really?" Wu Yang's suspicious voice sounded.

"Can't you read it yourself? Could it be that you can't read..." Lu Xuan said and suddenly became speechless.

"Do you dislike my lack of education?" Wu Yang's resentful tone came, and Lu Xuan subconsciously avoided his gaze, but in a flash he saw Wu Yang's resentful face.

Lu Xuan: ...

"What are you doing instead of sleeping well?" Lu Xuan was speechless. If he called out, the whole family would have no peace and it would become a joke.

"Why don't you just write it tomorrow? It takes so long, why do you have to write it at night? How can you be so mesmerizing to others by watching you write under the light?"

"I suggest you read more books...at least learn more words."

"I don't bother to do things that waste my time." Wu Yang snorted coldly and sat back on the bed. He looked at Lu Xuan's back and couldn't help but glance at the bandage wrapped around his neck.

"Does this bandage need to be removed?" Wu Yang asked.

"Of course I will put a band-aid on it. It's okay if it scabs over and you can't see anything. I'll just say I accidentally scratched it." Lu Xuan touched his neck. The stinging sensation was still there and it would probably take some time for the pain to go away.

"Let me play with your phone." Wu Yang said.

"Don't make it hard on yourself if you can't even read a few words."

Wu Yang wanted to say, "Isn't it that I can't learn?" But when he thought of what he had just said, he didn't dare to say it. Instead, he insisted, "I'm bored. Either you chat with me or play with me."

"The tablet. I didn't bring it with me last time. It seems to still have a lot of battery." Lu Xuan pointed accurately at the large tablet on the bedside table without even turning his head.

Wu Yang picked up the unfamiliar phone and opened it. The screen lit up and a row of numbers appeared...

"This..." Before Wu Yang could finish his words, Lu Xuan turned around and looked at Wu Yang.

"Six sixes, this is the password. If you can't remember it, remember to record your fingerprint."

Wu Yang: ...

"Okay... I'll learn it. It makes me seem like I have no foundation. It's just that I haven't seen it for too long and I've forgotten a lot." Wu Yang said unhappily, more like he was trying to cover up something.

"Then study it slowly on your own and don't disturb me. Remember to keep your voice down. My house is not soundproofed well." Lu Xuan reminded.

"I know, you've told me this many times..." Wu Yang started to open the video software he was familiar with, holding the tablet while leaning against the bed and started watching.

"Here are the headphones for you, put them on yourself." Lu Xuan threw the Bluetooth headphones to Wu Yang.

Wu Yang caught it easily and looked at it curiously, "How do I listen to this without a cable?"

"It's wireless, you can just put it on." Lu Xuan said patiently, but his writing speed was much slower.

"So convenient." Wu Yang said in surprise, and then began to study it.

Lu Xuan sighed softly, his hands picking up speed again. He realized Wu Yang was just as curious as he was. Fortunately, he was just more curious, and his ability to accept things was... too strong.

If he were given more time, Lu Xuan was sure that he would be able to play the mobile phone very well, unlike his grandfather who wanted to play but didn't like to study how to play, and just used the phone to watch videos.

The things I need to buy are listed, and the rest is diary...

Need something more realistic? Lu Xuan hesitated as he looked at the blank paper. What if Wu Yang peeked? But he barely knew how to read...

Forget it, Lu Xuan still wrote down his experiences and some emotions in a realistic way, including the feelings he had unconsciously developed towards Wu Yang. He himself couldn't tell whether he liked his personality or his looks.

If I have to say, Han Song should be a better choice. He is gentle and polite, and he knows how to read people's expressions. He is also very handsome.

Wu Yang is intimidating without being angry, while Han Song is the kind of person who can make you feel like you are in a spring breeze just by looking at him.

Lu Xuan picked up his pen and wrote at the end: Maybe it is true as he said, he saved my life, and everything I have may belong to him, my heart seems to be leaning towards him as if it was meant to.

Like a fool, I shouldn't have used my dirty mind to speculate about him. If he knew, I would probably get beaten up...

Lu Xuan stopped writing and closed his diary with some shame. He felt that writing these things was useless, but he also felt that it would be nice to record them in his best years so that he could have fun and reminisce about them when he was old.

Or maybe there won't be that opportunity. Diseases, accidents and all kinds of misfortunes may happen, but life has always been like this, gaining and losing at the same time.

"Have you finished writing?" Wu Yang's voice rang out again. "Why do you look so compassionate? What did you write?"

Lu Xuan's face immediately fell and he said coldly: "I'm feeling moved by myself, please don't disturb me."

"Oh, how are you moved?"

"Consoling myself, I'm afraid of Murphy's Law."

Wu Yang raised his eyebrows, his interest instantly piqued. "What is Murphy's Law?"

"Use your tablet to search." Lu Xuan looked at the long string of numbers on his left wrist and suddenly felt his scalp tingling. Was he going to take this bored guy out to play for seven whole days?

"Forget it, when are you going to take me bungee jumping? It sounds like fun. They're all shouting so loudly, obviously scared to death, but they still want to do it." Wu Yang pointed at the video on the tablet and said to Lu Xuan, "I'm almost dead if I fall from such a high. If the rope breaks, won't I be dead for sure?"

"The rope is very strong and not easy to break. Besides, people are using it to enrich their lives. But what's so fun about it?" Lu Xuan looked at Wu Yang in confusion. To be honest, he was a little scared.

"It's fun. Seeing them having so much fun, I want to try it too." Wu Yang said excitedly.

Lu Xuan was speechless when he saw the person in the video crying out of breath. Was he so happy that he cried to the point of shaking the heavens and making the gods weep?