Chapter 87
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Soft lips, with a hint of lingering sweetness from the cocktail.
Mo Juecheng's back against the hard wall.
All he needed to do was lower his head to see the deep eyes in the forest.
Compared with him, the teenager's features are much softer.
He probably can't be called handsome.
But his brows and eyes are delicate, belonging to the type that is very pleasing to the eye.
Especially when he is serious, he always has a habit of lightly biting his neatly arranged teeth, and his thin lips are pressed against them.
It looks exceptionally... delicious?
Subconsciously, Mo Juecheng reached out and placed his hand on Lin Shen's waist.
He knew Lin Shen was troubled, and this preoccupation had been weighing on him all day.
But for now, it could wait!
He closed his eyes, just wanting to deepen this sudden kiss.
Lin Shen suddenly separated the distance between the two.
"Mo Juecheng." Lin Shen muttered the other's name.
He was originally shorter than Ink City, with his forehead against the other's shoulder.
As a result, he couldn't see his eyes.
The book describes that Ink City's eyes are magical.
Being looked at by him for a long time, even the soul will be sucked away.
Lin Shen initially refused to believe.
What the hell Mary Sue description is this.
But now... it's really good!
"Huh?" Mo Juecheng's voice was slightly hoarse, "What?"
"Classmate." Lin Shen smiled softly and suddenly changed his address: "I have a math problem..."
"Given that a person's lifespan is eighty years, please calculate what percentage of his entire life is occupied by two months."
“Please answer within ten seconds. 10, 9, 8...3, 2, 1! Time's up.”
Lin Shen stood up straight, raised his head, and looked towards the Ink City.
His lips curved slightly, although there was no smile in his eyes.
But the whole person has already calmed down.
Mo Juecheng looked at him firmly, saying nothing.
"Lin Shen, what exactly..."
"Can't you solve such a simple problem?" Lin Shen interrupted him, "Given a person's life of eighty years, with twelve months per year, the total should be nine hundred and sixty months. Two divided by nine hundred and sixty is approximately 0.00208, rounding to 0.21%."
"Hehe..." he chuckled lightly, "Not even one percent."
"What do you mean?" Duke Moshé was confused by him.
He looked into Lin Shen's eyes, "Are you drunk?"
But looking into his clear and bright eyes, there was no hint of drunkenness.
Lin Shen shook his head.
He withdrew his hand from the wall.
"Mo Juecheng, a person's life is too long, 0.2% of anything doesn't count," Lin Shen stepped back slowly, "Soon, it will be submerged in the river of time, becoming a wave that, even if remembered, is inconspicuous."
The frown on Mo Jue Cheng's forehead.
Such an artistic way of putting it.
Lin Shen, who has been acting strangely all day.
And this even stranger question.
……
"Speak in plain language!" He took a deep breath, "Lin Shen, don't make me guess riddles, I don't like playing this kind of game."
"Ink City," Lin said, bowing his head, not daring to meet Ink City's eyes.
He looked at the other, who had clenched fists at his sides, clearly angry.
Mo Juecheng's back against the hard wall.
All he needed to do was lower his head to see the deep eyes in the forest.
Compared with him, the teenager's features are much softer.
He probably can't be called handsome.
But his brows and eyes are delicate, belonging to the type that is very pleasing to the eye.
Especially when he is serious, he always has a habit of lightly biting his neatly arranged teeth, and his thin lips are pressed against them.
It looks exceptionally... delicious?
Subconsciously, Mo Juecheng reached out and placed his hand on Lin Shen's waist.
He knew Lin Shen was troubled, and this preoccupation had been weighing on him all day.
But for now, it could wait!
He closed his eyes, just wanting to deepen this sudden kiss.
Lin Shen suddenly separated the distance between the two.
"Mo Juecheng." Lin Shen muttered the other's name.
He was originally shorter than Ink City, with his forehead against the other's shoulder.
As a result, he couldn't see his eyes.
The book describes that Ink City's eyes are magical.
Being looked at by him for a long time, even the soul will be sucked away.
Lin Shen initially refused to believe.
What the hell Mary Sue description is this.
But now... it's really good!
"Huh?" Mo Juecheng's voice was slightly hoarse, "What?"
"Classmate." Lin Shen smiled softly and suddenly changed his address: "I have a math problem..."
"Given that a person's lifespan is eighty years, please calculate what percentage of his entire life is occupied by two months."
“Please answer within ten seconds. 10, 9, 8...3, 2, 1! Time's up.”
Lin Shen stood up straight, raised his head, and looked towards the Ink City.
His lips curved slightly, although there was no smile in his eyes.
But the whole person has already calmed down.
Mo Juecheng looked at him firmly, saying nothing.
"Lin Shen, what exactly..."
"Can't you solve such a simple problem?" Lin Shen interrupted him, "Given a person's life of eighty years, with twelve months per year, the total should be nine hundred and sixty months. Two divided by nine hundred and sixty is approximately 0.00208, rounding to 0.21%."
"Hehe..." he chuckled lightly, "Not even one percent."
"What do you mean?" Duke Moshé was confused by him.
He looked into Lin Shen's eyes, "Are you drunk?"
But looking into his clear and bright eyes, there was no hint of drunkenness.
Lin Shen shook his head.
He withdrew his hand from the wall.
"Mo Juecheng, a person's life is too long, 0.2% of anything doesn't count," Lin Shen stepped back slowly, "Soon, it will be submerged in the river of time, becoming a wave that, even if remembered, is inconspicuous."
The frown on Mo Jue Cheng's forehead.
Such an artistic way of putting it.
Lin Shen, who has been acting strangely all day.
And this even stranger question.
……
"Speak in plain language!" He took a deep breath, "Lin Shen, don't make me guess riddles, I don't like playing this kind of game."
"Ink City," Lin said, bowing his head, not daring to meet Ink City's eyes.
He looked at the other, who had clenched fists at his sides, clearly angry.