Chapter 398: Round and Round the Reunion Rice, Who Will Be Served on the Table

The words Feng Ju spoke were still the same old platitudes, unchanged and unchanging, like a tired old tune that had sounded in her ears countless times before, holding not a shred of novelty.

Yet, that tone which had always been laced with authority, indifference, and even a hint of impatience had, at some unknown point, become so gentle.

Feng Yuhuai almost suspected her ears were malfunctioning; she suddenly felt that this father's attitude toward her brother was also utterly unfamiliar to her.

Her temples throbbed rapidly like drumbeats, each throb transmitting a warning to her brain.

At this moment, Feng Yuhuai felt as if her brain were under immense pressure, like a server about to crash, a bit overloaded.

All kinds of information and emotions surged into her thoughts like a tide in this instant, stimulating her Nao Hai.

Her thoughts seemed like a tangle of disordered silk threads; the originally orderly logic fell into chaos at this moment, beginning to lag a little.

That previous feeling of chaos, division, sluggishness, and insufficient memory struck again, making her feel as if she were about to return to that sluggish "crash" state before eating.

Feng Mu wore a smile on his face; his lv3 Dynamic Vision could clearly capture every stiff and fake muscle twitch on the good father's face, and keenly detect that sudden, frame-drop-like incoherence on Imoto's face.

"My good father's acting still isn't up to par, and my foolish Imoto's brain seems not quite enough."

Feng Mu found it extremely interesting; he revealed a near-perfect smile, a smile that seemed rehearsed countless times, every detail flawless, truly textbook-standard.

He spoke faintly:

"Father is right; a family should indeed sit Tuan Yuan at one table and eat rice."

Feng Yuhuai witnessed the bizarre scene of fatherly kindness and filial piety before her, so real it made her brain conflict:

"What on earth has happened to this world? Just the day before yesterday Father was calling me 'rebellious son' every other word, how come today he's like a different person with amnesia?"

"And Feng Mu has also become completely unreadable to me, could it be…"

A hair-raising thought slowly rose in her Nao Hai, like a cold snake tongue licking her heart,

"Not just me, but Father and Brother have also been parasitized? Our family, we're actually all the same, all the same wanting to eat each other?!!"

As if to verify Feng Yuhuai's conjecture, the next second she heard the father and son's deep conversation.

The voices sounded as if played from some old cassette tape, carrying a bizarre sense of distortion, as if every syllable had been stretched, twisted, and finally spliced together in an unnatural rhythm.

Hard to say how others heard it, but at this moment, falling into Feng Yuhuai's brain, it was just this feeling.

"Today is a day worth celebrating; your mother has carefully prepared a table full of rich dishes at home, none of us can be absent, you must all come home tonight, eat rice Tuan Yuan."

"I know, Mother already called me, I'll definitely be home on time to eat rice."

After the father and son made the agreement, they unanimously looked toward Feng Yuhuai with faces full of smiles.

Those smiles were like some invisible pressure, instantly enveloping her.

The arcs of their mouth corners were completely identical, even the depth of the wrinkles at the corners of their eyes didn't differ by a hair, as if carved from the same mold.

Being father and son to begin with, the identical expressions made them look even more alike.

Feng Yuhuai stood quietly in place, meeting the gazes full of affection from her brother and father, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, a chill impossible to describe rushed from the soles of her feet straight to her tailbone, making her involuntarily shiver.

Feng Yuhuai's throat felt as if blocked by something; her gaze wandered back and forth between the father and son, trying to find a single flaw in their expressions.

But no matter how she looked, she could only see two very familiar faces with features bearing some resemblance to her own.

Before, Feng Yuhuai had very much hoped to eat rice with her family, even, she had been looking forward to tonight's reunion dinner. But suddenly, she didn't want to go home to eat rice anymore.

Eat rice, eat rice, who knows who will be served up on the dinner table?

If only she herself was parasitized, then naturally no problem, but if the whole family is the same, then it's hard to say whose taste will be followed.

Most importantly, the word "Tuan Yuan," spoken from her brother's and father's mouths, gave her a strange sense of familiarity.

The omen is not very auspicious!

Feng Yuhuai forced out a trace of a smile; though her heart held ten thousand unwillingness, under the gaze of those two pairs of eyes full of eager expectation, she could only brace herself and agree obediently:

"Okay!"

After speaking, Feng Yuhuai didn't want to stay in place for even a moment, and actually took the initiative to urge and follow the female doctor, hurrying to the Medical District.

Not far away, seeing Feng Yuhuai finish speaking with her father and brother and be taken away by medical staff, Cui Cui only then hurriedly dragged Zhang Liyou and chased after them.

Zhang Liyou followed helplessly, her eyes involuntarily secretly scanning Feng Ju and Feng Mu's appearances a few times.

Simultaneously coldly laughing in her heart and slapping labels on the two: one was 【Feng Yuhuai's Behind-the-Scenes Protective Umbrella!】, the other was 【Birds of a Feather???】.

"Hurry up, Yu Huai's already gone!" Cui Cui urged.

Zhang Liyou was dragged by Cui Cui into a few stumbling steps, forced to quicken her pace; the two figures quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Feng Mu seemed to sense something; he turned his head, his gaze piercing through the dense crowd, accurately landing on Zhang Liyou's retreating figure, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Imoto's roommate, huh? There's hidden hatred in her eyes when she sneaked looks at me and Feng Ju, interesting!" Feng Mu mused.

Feng Ju then exchanged a few hypocritical pleasantries with Feng Mu before turning to leave, striding straight toward the Presidium, clearly going to find that Special Commissioner.

As a distinguished guest coming from afar in the Upper City, the Special Commissioner — No. 8 Middle School naturally wouldn't neglect propriety, sending an invitation early on, though they didn't dare hope the Special Commissioner would actually grace them with his presence.

However, unexpectedly, the Special Commissioner actually showed face and attended this event.

At this moment, several school leaders surrounded him, every one with faces full of smiles, attentive to the utmost.

In their learned, erudite big bellies, there seemed to be an inexhaustible supply of witty remarks, thrown out one after another, just to make the Special Commissioner happy listening, amusing him into hearty laughter.

The Special Commissioner's smile was like some invisible reward, making the school leaders' faces flush with red light.

Until they saw Feng Ju appear in their field of vision, the Special Commissioner only then restrained his smile, waved his hand lightly, and the whole bunch of school leaders immediately retreated very tactfully, like a swarm of flies that knew their place.

Feng Ju straightened his waist, raised his head, walked over with a face full of glory, and soon someone made room; Feng Ju naturally took a seat next to the Special Commissioner.

Although it was still just an ordinary chair, at this moment, Feng Ju had a feeling as if he had already sat in the Upper City, become a man above men.

………

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