The words that ca out of Feng Ju’s mouth were still the sa old clichés, like those old tunes that had rung in the ears countless tis, devoid of any freshness.
However, the tone, usually tinged with authority, indifference, and even a hint of annoyance, had sohow turned so gentle over ti.
Feng Yuhuai almost suspected that her ears were malfunctioning, suddenly feeling that her father’s attitude towards her brother was also very unfamiliar to her.
Her temples pulsed rapidly like drumbeats, each beat sending a warning to her brain.
At this mont, Feng Yuhuai felt as if her mind was bearing imnse pressure, like a server on the verge of crashing, slightly overloaded.
Various pieces of information and emotions surged into her mind like a tide, stimulating her brain.
Her thoughts seed like a tangled ss of threads, the previously orderly logic now caught in chaos, starting to stutter.
The previous sensation of chaos, fragntation, delay, and insufficient mory struck again, making her feel as if she was about to return to that sluggish "crash" state from before eating.
Feng Mu wore a smile, with lv3 Dynamic Vision, able to clearly capture every stiff and fake muscle twitch on the good father’s face and keenly detect the sudden, fra-drop-like discordance on Imoto’s face.
"My good father’s acting skills are still lacking, and my foolish Imoto seems to have a mind that’s not quite sufficient."
Feng Mu found it extrely amusing, displaying a nearly perfect smile on his face, a smile like it had been rehearsed countless tis, every detail impeccable, like a textbook example.
He sighed softly and spoke:
"Father is right, a family should indeed sit together and have a al."
Feng Yuhuai witnessed the bizarre scene before her, a display of father and son harmony, so real that her mind was in turmoil:
"What on earth has happened to this world? Just a few days ago, father was calling him a ’rebellious son,’ and now, it’s like he’s got amnesia and beco a completely different person?"
"And I completely don’t understand Feng Mu anymore, could it be....."
A creepy thought slowly rose in her mind, like a cold serpent’s tongue licking her heart,
"Not just , but father and brother have also been parasitized? Our family, in fact, is the sa, all wanting to consu each other?!!"
As if to validate Feng Yuhuai’s suspicion, the next second, she heard the heartfelt conversation between father and son.
That voice seed to play from so old tape recorder, with a weird distortion, as if every phone was stretched, twisted, finally pieced together in an unnatural rhythm.
Whether others heard it the sa way was hard to say, but at this mont it certainly landed in Feng Yuhuai’s mind with that feeling.
"Today is a day worth celebrating, your mother has prepared a lavish al at ho, so none of us should be absent, make sure everyone returns ho for a family al tonight."
"I know, mom has already called , I’ll surely be back on ti for dinner."
After making arrangents, father and son spontaneously turned their smiles towards Feng Yuhuai.
That smile was like so invisible pressure, instantly enveloping her.
The curvature of their mouths was completely identical, even the depth of the wrinkles at the corners of their eyes was exactly the sa, as if they were carved from the sa mold.
Being father and son, having the sa expression only made them appear more alike.
Feng Yuhuai stood still, eting the loving gazes of her brother and father, her heart raced, and a chill indescribable in words rushed from her feet to the base of her spine, making her involuntarily shiver.
Feng Yuhuai’s throat felt like it was blocked by sothing, her gaze wandered between the father and son, trying to find a trace of flaw in their expressions.
But no matter how she looked, she could only see those two faces, slightly similar to her own, very familiar.
Previously, Feng Yuhuai had been very much looking forward to having a al with her family, even anticipating tonight’s reunion dinner. But suddenly, she felt a bit reluctant to go ho for dinner.
Having a al, having a al, who knows who might end up on the table?
If it was only her who was parasitized, that naturally posed no issue, but if the whole family were the sa, then it’s hard to say who they might be catering to.
Most importantly, the word "reunion," when coming out of the mouths of her brother and father, gave her an unsettling sense of familiarity.
It’s not a very auspicious on!
Feng Yuhuai reluctantly forced a smile, though unwilling in her heart, but under the gaze full of earnest expectation from those two pairs of eyes, she could only brace herself and obediently agreed:
"Okay!"
After speaking, Feng Yuhuai was unwilling to stay there for another mont, actually urging and following the female doctor to the dical area in haste.
Not far away, after seeing Feng Yuhuai finish talking with her father and brother, Cuicui hurriedly tugged Zhang Liyou to catch up as she was taken away by dical staff.
Zhang Liyou helplessly followed, her eyes unconsciously sweeping a few glances at Feng Ju and Feng Mu.
Simultaneously, she sneered inwardly as she labeled the two, one as [Feng Yuhuai’s behind-the-scenes protector!] and the other as [Birds of a feather???].
"Hurry up, Yuhuai has already left!" Cuicui urged.
Zhang Liyou stumbled a few steps as Cuicui tugged her, having no choice but to quicken her pace, and their figures quickly disappeared into the crowd.
Feng Mu seed to have noticed sothing, turning his head, his gaze shot through the dense crowd and landed accurately on Zhang Liyou’s back, squinting his eyes slightly.
"So, she is Imoto’s roommate, her gaze has a hidden hatred in it when she steals glances at and Feng Ju, interesting!" Feng Mu mused thoughtfully.
Feng Ju, after a few more hypocritical chit-chats with Feng Mu, turned around and left, heading straight toward the stage, obviously to seek out the special commissioner.
As a distinguished guest from Upper City, the Eighth Academy naturally wouldn’t be neglectful, sending invitations early, though they didn’t dare hope the special commissioner would actually honor them with a visit.
However, to everyone’s surprise, the commissioner indeed attended the event.
At this mont, several school leaders were surrounding him, each face crowded with smiles, attentive to his every need.
Their well-educated, erudite bellies seed to have an inexhaustible supply of witty remarks, throwing them out one after another just to amuse the commissioner, to make him laugh heartily.
The commissioner’s smile seed like so kind of invisible reward, making the faces of school leaders glow slightly.
Until Feng Ju appeared in his sight, did the commissioner curtail his smile, waving a hand gently, causing all school leaders present to tactfully back off, like a group of perceptive, sensible flies.
Feng Ju straightened his back, lifted his chin, and walked over full of glory, and, soon soone gave way, allowing Feng Ju to naturally take a seat beside the commissioner.
Although it was still just an ordinary chair, at this mont, Feng Ju felt a joy as if he had already been seated in Upper City, becoming a person of high standing.
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