Raiding That Tsundere [Quick Transmigration]

"This helmet?" Wen Jingshu went home and took out the helmet to have a look. The appearance was simple and unadorned. At first glance, he could tell that it was designed by their project team, and it was not ugly at all.

"Yeah." Hua Zhirong glanced at him with a guilty conscience, Shu Shu probably wouldn't find anything wrong.

"Oh." Wen Jingshu put it back naturally, and after he finished speaking, he didn't know what kind of mentality it was, and patted his head.

"Do you want to use it?" Hua Zhirong became nervous.

"Didn't it take two days for you to fully perfect it? Let's talk about it at that time." Wen Jingshu shook his head, suppressing the discomfort in his heart.

"Yeah." Hua Zhirong blinked, without telling him that it was completely perfected today.

"What do you want to eat tonight?" Wen Jingshu asked casually.

"Anything is fine." Hua Zhirong said "I'm very cute".

Wen Jingshu touched his chin and thought for a while: "Carrot corn diced?"

Hua Zhirong's face darkened.

"Green pepper tofu?"

Hua Zhirong's complexion became even uglier.

"Garlic potato shreds?"

Hua Zhirong pursed her lips and stopped talking.

"Forget it, it's too vegetarian, let's make some meat," Wen Jingshu rubbed his face that had become stiff from being suppressed from laughing, Hua Zhirong immediately eased his expression when he heard the word "meat", yes The meat is not too bad, "Someone gave me a big crucian carp."

Hua Zhirong's small eyes became resentful: Do you want to fight?

It’s probably because when he was a child, he always got fishbone when he ate fish, and he didn’t want to eat it after a long time. He had a reflex sore throat when he heard fish, let alone eat it.

Jing Shu, is this serious or on purpose?How to trick is stuck on his lifeline.

This, does this mean that Jing Shu cares about him very much, so she knows him well?No, no, so, isn't that saying that Jing Shu is trying to trick him?

Hua Zhirong was confused, is this a good thing or a bad thing?

"But I don't have any of these today, let's make something to eat." Wen Jingshu slowly took out a bag of chicken wings, a piece of beef, and other vegetables from the refrigerator.

The Face of Flowers: ...

After dinner, Hua Zhirong consciously picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and then... threw it into the dishwasher.

Sure enough, the modern life is comfortable, Hua Zhirong said sincerely, but he was a little baffled when he finished feeling, as if he had lived other non-modern lives.

Hua Zhirong shook his head, and quickly got these messy thoughts out of his mind.

Wen Jingshu outside had already started looking for clothes for him. He couldn't get in at home, so he naturally wanted to wear his clothes, but his clothes were a little too big. Today, Hua Zhirong was wearing his newly bought clothes. It was seen that something was wrong, and now the new clothes have been worn out, only the old clothes are left.

Wen Jingshu's living habits are very good, and these old clothes are also clean and tidy. Some of them haven't been worn for a long time, so they don't look very old at all.

Wen Jingshu deliberately chose a relatively small one from the inside, and stuffed it into Hua Zhirong's hand.

Hua Zhirong squeezed the old clothes, and it took a lot of effort to not do it. While smiling "hehehe", she rubbed the clothes in her arms and kissed and smelled them.

Be reserved!

"Go take a shower first, I haven't finished reading some materials." Wen Jingshu greeted him, Hua Zhirong immediately nodded with a serious face.

Understand, I want to go in and do some dark things where you can't see it.

Wen Jingshu: ...

Is it his illusion, why Hua Zhirong's eyes look so strange.

"Cough, then go in." Wen Jingshu waved away the discomfort and said.

As soon as Hua Zhirong left, Wen Jingshu went to pick up the VR helmet in the living room. Xie Tianyou told him that it was given to him by Hua Zhirong. Subtle, it's really hard for him not to think too much.

It's just that this helmet is indeed no different from the experimental products he often sees.

Wen Jingshu hesitated for a moment, then put on the helmet.

As the junction of the modern and the future, the VR technology at this time has indeed made great progress compared to the past, but compared to what Wen Jingshu came into contact with in the future world, it is indeed too backward.

The moment Wen Jingshu put on the helmet, he had already made preparations that were not real enough, but when he really saw the situation inside, he suddenly lost his voice again.

Very real, or a little too real, even more real than the virtual star network seen in the future world.

Wen Jingshu thought about it for a while, and then he understood that virtual things should be unreal. If they are too real, people will not be able to distinguish between reality and virtuality, and then it will be a real tragedy.

This is not improved now, and will be improved in the future, but the reality is real, and many things in it have not yet been established, but it is only that they have not been established. It can be said that it will become the future world he has seen. It's a matter of time.

Wen Jingshu looked at something casually, and there seemed to be nothing wrong, and he didn't know what Hua Zhirong was nervous about.

He took off the helmet and put it back, making sure that it was not in the wrong place before entering the room with confidence.

I don't know how Hua Zhirong has been washed, there is no movement inside, so it must be dizzy.

Wen Jingshu knocked on the door worriedly, and Hua Zhirong moved immediately: "It will be fine soon." The voice was in a hurry, as if he had just done something bad.

I always feel like I'm doing something bad...

When Hua Zhirong came out, her hair was wet and messy, her little face was still flushed, with an inexplicable intoxication.

Wen Jingshu: ...

"Don't hold back." Wen Jingshu patted his head, after staying in it for so long.

Hua Zhirong's originally normal face suddenly distorted.

The two looked at each other, as if... there seemed to be some ambiguity.

"Why didn't the hair dry out?" Wen Jingshu calmly began to change the subject.

Hua Zhirong cooperated intentionally, and shook his head: "Forgot."

"Then I'll get you a hair dryer."

In this special era, the old and the new are all mixed together. For example, this hair dryer has been eliminated by many people. Now there are special hair dryers in the bathroom, which are convenient, fast, and labor-saving.

But there are also some people who insist on using a hair dryer. Some are nostalgic, and some simply think that the hair dryer is easy to use. Everyone has their own choice. There is no right or wrong.

Wen Jingshu also had a hair dryer at home, but he seldom used it. When he took it out, it was covered with a layer of dust. He went to the living room and saw that Hua Zhirong had sat down obediently, standing tall and straight, covered in dust. They all exude the breath of: come on, let me blow my hair.

Is this flower face too familiar with him?

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