Awakening 035

  Thanks to [Absolutely Ruthless] for 100 rewards; [The Lord's Envoy] for 100 rewards; [Morning Exercise Person] for 588 rewards. Also, recently the Demon King Lucifer had a pleasant conversation with Yan Se, and thinking that the other party is a heavyweight in the circle, Yan Se was very excited.

  An ordinary black and white checkered pillow, in the center of which is a sweet profile with medium-length black hair covering half of it, small and fair ears that quiver from time to time, and a mouth with a lazy and indifferent curve.

  Ye Cai's face was as cold as snow at this moment, her eyes no longer round and lively as usual, but slightly narrowed under the influence of her furrowed eyebrows, exuding a chill in the air. In those deep and profound pupils, a whirlpool of memories that could deeply absorb one's line of sight and make them unable to extricate themselves was faintly outlined.

  Ding ding!

  The phone on the corner of the computer desk suddenly went crazy and started ringing violently. She turned over abruptly, sat up in bed, rubbed her temples with one hand, and muttered in a headache-like tone: "Old lady, which part of my memory did you erase? Why do I always feel an irrepressible sense of crisis..."

  She closed her eyes tightly, took a deep breath, and summoned all her strength to stretch out a languid waist, her posture lazy and lithe. She put down her hands and inexplicably curled up one corner of her mouth, tilted her neck to both sides, and slowly exhaled a long breath.

  She put on her slippers, got out of bed, turned off the alarm clock on her phone, and then fished out a pack of cigarettes with an angel-like pattern that seemed to be screaming in agony from being trapped in a fiery torture rack from her bag hanging on the computer chair. She gazed at the exquisitely packaged new cigarette box in her hand, her sparkling eyes gradually dimming as she fell into deep thought.

  He smiled inexplicably, casually lifted the lid, and inside the box were a dozen or so cigarettes stacked in rows. He gently pulled one out to examine it.

  This cigarette is entirely black, with a long filter and intricate golden patterns that evoke an air of mystery, taboo and luxury.

  She held the cigarette in front of her nose and sniffed it lightly. She smiled, seemingly mocking, saying: "There's no tobacco flavor at all."

  She couldn't help but wonder how this cigarette, which would completely transform a man's body into a woman's with just one puff of smoke, worked. What was its structure? What were the core materials? Yes, she was extremely curious and eager to unravel the mystery that was closest to her yet possibly the most dangerous.

  She pinched out a few strands of tobacco, carefully examining them with a solemn and serious expression, doing the most foolish and meaningless thing, guessing.

  It seems that she has a certain self-awareness, and with a self-deprecating smile, she shakes her head, understanding that her own cognitive level is far from being able to explore the secrets symbolized by this taboo.

  She suddenly stared blankly, gazing at the tobacco leaves in her palm, and a hint of fantasy appeared in her eyes. In her mind, these dry black tobacco leaves struggled, twisted, withered, and transformed on the flame, releasing a large amount of thick smoke that was disproportionate to their volume. The smoke billowed and spread throughout the narrow space, causing the unfortunate paper boys to fall down in droves.

  "Hmm..."

  She smiled with a mischievous grin, then shook her head in disdain, as if she knew it was pointless. She took out a notebook and tore off a blank page, placing the tobacco leaves in the center and folding it several times to finish. Then, she placed this small package containing multiple crises, even more terrifying than "poison", between the pages of a comic book, put it in the computer desk drawer, locked it, and let out a long sigh.

  As the daughter of a renowned detective who has cracked countless cases, she has been exposed to many things and for her, perfect crimes are theoretically non-existent or hidden in history and life because it is an almost flawless high-intelligence work that can deceive heaven and earth, and at the same time, it is also a forbidden zone hidden deep in her heart that she dare not easily push open.

  He carefully put the cigarette back in its original position, closed the box and returned it to his bag.

  Pulling up the curtains and taking a look at the sky outside the window, it's dawn.

  She didn't rush to leave, but stood quietly by the window, gazing at the city bathed in morning sunlight with a pair of deep eyes. The Gui Xiang Garden where she lived was a mountain-style villa community built more than 600 meters above sea level, and the view from inside the house was extremely broad. Standing by the window, you could see the entire city below the mountain.

  She gazed down at the bustling city in a deep sleep, and for some reason, she felt a sense of emotion, but it always lacked a hint of clarity. It was as if she was looking at flowers through the mist, bringing a sense of detachment and desolation to her heart, yet seemingly mourning something. However, upon careful reflection, she couldn't recall anything.

  For a moment, she couldn't help but wonder if that lost memory had something to do with this.

  Yes... probably so.

  What a cold joke.

  "Hmm...Hmm...Hmm..."

  She hastily closed her mouth, and inexplicably broke out in a cold sweat. Suddenly, she found it very hard to maintain her composure, as if every thought made her want to giggle uncontrollably, and her threshold for laughter seemed to be decreasing steadily.

  What's the reason for this?

  She tried to think deeply, but her innate impatience made her let out a "tsk" and she felt uncomfortable, furrowing her brow. She suddenly realized that she couldn't calm down to think, or rather, was too lazy to think, and would rather have her thoughts follow what she saw, heard, and touched, and her thinking was extremely scattered, once she relaxed, she liked to indulge in fanciful thoughts.

  Right after her self-discovery, it seemed that after becoming a girl, her way of thinking gradually became more feminine, and her rational and profound thoughts were gradually eroded by the emotional psychology unique to women. Or maybe she lost many things, such as the huge change in her self-awareness, no longer having that high level of self-evaluation, direction, strict self-criticism, reflection... Just like how she used to naturally display a mask of emotions, and could face any situation with an indifferent expression.

  So this may mean that, having lost the strong and distorted self-consciousness of the past, I am gradually becoming an ordinary little girl under the influence of female hormones and other related hormones, and maybe I'm really as stupid and cute as Aizuyu said.

  At the same time, does this subtly reflect that the brain which used to be full of rational thinking factors and appeared sharp and wise but numb, was actually filled with terrible and extreme thoughts? To the point where a mysterious old woman who didn't know what she had said to herself would specially find her for a transaction, and the traded goods were mostly that box of transforming cigarettes.

  What is the price?

  This question made her suddenly recall a relevant memory from last night, and she couldn't sleep well, feeling very uneasy in her heart, wondering what kind of deal that twisted self had made back then.

  She was very troubled by this and seemed unwilling to sink into such a deep state, then thought that it was because of the innate aversion to profundity in female thinking, which made her even more troubled.

  With a sulky expression, she pouted slightly, unaware of her childish demeanor. She dragged her lazy feet into the bathroom, washed her face and brushed her teeth. As she brushed, she lifted her face to check for eye boogers, and glanced at the mirror, only to become entranced, unable to move her gaze away.

  As if there was a pair of sharp eyes, unique to the deep male soul that had stubbornly survived in the depths of her female soul after that transformation event, quietly opening its upper and lower eyelids at this moment, beginning to peek at the silly little loli in the mirror.

  It belongs to the sharp and profound eyes of the past, which are gradually emerging from the sea of ??heart, overlapping with the round and curious eyes of the silly little loli in the mirror.

  Ye Cai's mind was a complete blank as she became infatuated with herself, her eyes gradually narrowing until they completely overlapped with those sharp and piercing eyes. At first glance, they seemed profound and solemn, but the deeper one looked, the more they could feel the endless infatuation and attachment hidden within. A strong possessiveness and protectiveness subtly emanated from them...

  Ye Cai suddenly stiffened, then took out the long ivory toothbrush handle that had been clenched between her teeth.

  Patted his forehead in distress and closed his eyes tightly, unable to express the tangled and suffocating feelings, he had a good impression of himself, damn it, wasn't that too shameless?

  Returned to the bedside, took off pajamas and put on school uniform, hastily tidied up her appearance, looked in the mirror, and saw a pale face with dull eyes, completely spiritless.

  Pack up essentials and sling on backpack, ready to head out.

  As I walked down the spiral staircase, I heard a noise. My old mother, wearing a cloud-patterned nightgown, came out of the room with her hands behind her back and stealthily handed Yecai a cool thing, instructing him to drink one bottle at breakfast time from now on.

  Ye Cai slowly raised her hand to take a look, and saw that it was papaya milk. She looked puzzled and asked the back of her mother: "What's this for? Why do I have to drink milk?"

  Her mother turned around and winked at her, saying "Don't worry, drink it, this is very nourishing."

  Scratching her head in confusion, Ye Cai didn't want to think about it anymore, so she simply put the money in her pocket and walked out of the door with a lazy gait, heading towards the bus stop near the residential area.

  Arriving at the bus stop, I waited for about five minutes. The public bus came slowly like an old yellow cow, crawling forward on the road with a full load of people inside.

  Squeezed onto the bus, swiped her card, and after several rounds of fierce competition for a spot, she finally stood firm in a corner. During this time, she had bumped into several boys who didn't back down, but she remained unflappable, which made her let out a sigh of relief.

  With her black medium-length hair and a haggard, tired face, she probably wouldn't be recognized as female at first glance. Thinking of this, she even felt a bit disheartened - damn it, her breasts were too small.

  Suddenly remembered a classic joke circulating online, feeling even more disheartened and frustrated, gritting my teeth and secretly making up my mind.

  From now on, whoever dares to interrupt her speech in front of her and then tells others that you have a big chest, come and talk about it, she will definitely wield a stool and hit him with a fierce blow.

  The bus plunged down the mountain road, diving into the waves of high-rise buildings in the city, turning around several times, and finally arrived at a stop near Luoshui Middle School.

  After getting off the bus, I casually bought some breakfast on the side of the road and ate it hastily. After finishing my soy milk, I carelessly placed the carton on top of a small roadside stall's ice cabinet. With my hands in my pockets and a tired look on my face, I walked for a distance before hearing angry shouting coming from behind me.

  Smiling smugly, quickening my pace and hurrying away, at a turning corner, something fell out of my pocket. I turned around to take a look, oh no! I forgot to drink the papaya milk.

  She reluctantly picked it up and stuffed it into her pocket. To be honest, she wasn't really interested in drinking this stuff, but she was a bit curious why her mom had specially run over to hand her a bottle.

  Took out my phone, Baidu-ed it, casually clicked on a link, and suddenly had an epiphany.

  "What is papaya milk? Is it delicious?"

  "3rd floor: So-called physical exercise."

  "10th floor: Supplementing the body, girls all like to drink."

  Tonify the body?

  What do girls like to drink?

  Jia Jia also likes to drink?

  He paused, put his phone back in his pocket, blinked and nodded solemnly, and came up with a great idea to pair a box of Little Bear biscuits with the flowers as an offering.