Quick Wear: The Stupid Beauty is Forced to Become a Heartthrob

Chapter 158 The Bystander and the Invisible Man 8 My friend is real!

I went home with a smile on my face and my friends around me.

When I passed the living room and went back to my room, my father suddenly looked around and asked, "Why is there a smell of osmanthus?"

I stopped in my tracks. My friend's scent, could my dad smell it? How could it be possible? It was clearly my imaginary friend, how could my dad smell it?

A lot of questions flashed through my mind, and my brain was confused.

Dad suddenly laughed and looked at me. "Where did Xiaoyang go to play today? He's covered in osmanthus flowers. No wonder he smells like osmanthus flowers."

I stood and jumped twice, and sure enough, a few osmanthus flowers fell off.

I couldn’t tell whether I was disappointed or happy, it turned out to be the smell on my body.

I shook off three osmanthus flowers. My father told me not to worry about it and he would come to sweep them up later, but I still shook my head, picked them up one by one and put them in the palm of my hand before entering the room.

The thickest book on my bookshelf is a big dictionary, on the top shelf on the far left.

I took it down, spread out the osmanthus flowers in my hand and placed them between them.

Turning to the front, I saw the osmanthus flowers that fell on my palm in the hospital, a piece of draft paper with my name on it, and many small notes containing conversations between me and my friends in class. I saved them all.

I put it away carefully before going out to eat.

Today is a very good day!

Tuesday, October 10, ****, the weather was cloudy.

When I came home from school in the afternoon, my mother was wiping the bookshelf in my room, and the dictionary she was holding in her hand was the one where I had hidden something!

"Mom! Don't take my dictionary!" I was a little anxious and went forward to take it.

My mother didn't react. She just said, "Why does it smell so good?" and handed the dictionary to me.

But I was in a hurry and didn't hold it firmly, so it fell heavily to the ground. The things inside floated out at once, and I hurried to pick up the fallen osmanthus flowers.

When I looked up, I found a small note in my mother's hand.

My breathing suddenly became unstable. Even though the scent of my friends was still lingering in my nose, I felt that my fantasy would be shattered in an instant and I would lose... my friends.

Will my mother ask me? Will she ask me why I talk to myself, why I talk to myself...

"Little Yang, don't you listen carefully in class? You even pass notes to your friends." There was not much blame in my mother's tone. Instead, she asked me with a smile.

I was unable to react at once and looked at my mother, not knowing how to react.

My mother probably thought I was scared, so she quickly said to me: "I'm not blaming the sheep, this is normal. I also liked to pass notes with my friends when I was in high school!"

My mind was a mess. I tried to sort it out and asked my mother in disbelief, "Mom, can you see the red words written on it?"

My mother put the note back into the dictionary, turned to me with a smile and asked, "I'm not blind, of course I can see. Your friend is very patient and treats you very well."

My heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and I suspected that my body couldn't bear it anymore. Enduring this strange feeling, I asked my mother again: "Can you smell my body?"

"I've smelled it for a long time. It's so fragrant, a scent of osmanthus."

I ran to the living room panting, held the small note in front of my father, and asked him expectantly: "Dad, can you see what the red words say? Can you smell my fragrance?"

Dad didn't understand what was going on, but he read the contents of the note aloud, and then said, "It smells like osmanthus again. Did you go to play by the osmanthus tree again?"

I couldn't help but laugh, "No, I didn't go!"

After saying that, I ran to my room and passed by my mother who had just gone out. I closed the door excitedly and lay on the bed with a dizzy head.

My friend is real?

That my friend is true!

Everyone can smell it and see the words written on it. It is not just my fantasy!

The sound of the wind blew in my ears. I lay down on the bed itching and couldn't help but whispered: "Blow the homework on my desk to both sides."

In one second, the homework was blown by the wind, moving both sides equally.

I suppressed my excitement, opened the window and ordered again: "I want that leaf, the tallest one!"

A breeze blew past, bringing with it a leaf, exactly the one I was pointing at!

! ! ! ! !

My friend it's real!!

On October 10, ****, Saturday, the weather was sunny and then light rain.

When I woke up in the morning, I felt it hugging me from behind. It must have stayed with me after coaxing me to sleep last night and slept with me.

It suddenly occurred to me, do creatures like this have genders? If so, is it bad to sleep together like this?

But creatures like it should be like small pets, right? Gender shouldn't be a problem?

But I always feel that when I am hugged, it doesn’t feel like being hugged by a pet, but more like being hugged by a human. If it’s not a girl, it would still be a bit strange, right?

I couldn't figure it out myself, so I asked it:

"Do you have a gender?"

It suddenly stopped talking, and even the sound of the wind that had been making noises since I got up stopped.

What does this mean? I don't understand.

I had no choice but to continue:

"If you have a gender, you can turn over one side of my homework. If you don't have a gender, you can turn over both sides."

There was a faint sound of wind, and then the homework book was turned over three times...

"? What do you mean, yes or no?" I was confused.

The wind whistled twice, and I didn't understand anything.

I patiently added: "If you are a male, you turn one side, and if you are a female, you turn both sides."

The wind stopped.

One minute, two minutes, five minutes...

Nothing happened.

Maybe it doesn't understand what gender means?

But I also feel that he understands more than I do when we chat on paper.

I thought about it and explained to it: "For us humans, gender is very important. We are friends. If you are a male, we are still friends, but we can't be so close. If you are a female, then we can be friends."

After that, I added considerately: "Do you understand?"

The wind whistled twice, and I nodded with satisfaction. It understood.

"Then answer me, if it's a male, you turn one side, and if it's a female, you turn both sides."

I flipped the book open, and it turned out to be a male? I was about to speak when the book trembled and flipped open again. I don't know why, but I always felt a little hesitant, and a little... guilty?

Maybe there's something wrong with my perception.

I was happy after getting the answer. Now I can be intimate with it without restraint!

"Eh?" I suddenly thought, "But your handwriting doesn't look like it."

The wind was almost gone, and I didn't think too much about it. "But maybe you are different. After all, you are not human!"

After saying this, I felt it was much happier. Invisible hands hugged me, and it seemed as if there was a head buried in my neck.

It was so itchy that I wanted to laugh, so I lay down on the bed and played with it.