The sun is shining and the sea breeze is blowing.

Meng Busan lay on the sofa, resting his feet on the armrest of the sofa, staring at the ocean in the sky.

After a while, bursts of fragrance floated out of the cabin.

The stomachache that I had been used to was starting again.

Meng Busan narrowed his eyes, shook his feet indifferently, and hummed a song.

After a while, he heard footsteps.

Meng Busan turned his head and saw that Tang Ci was still wearing a flat and upright suit, wearing a white coat on the outside, holding a plate in his hand, and two bowls and several plates in the plate.

He sniffed, turned over and lay on the sofa, and looked over.

Tang Ci placed the tray on the coffee table in front of the sofa and placed the porridge bowl in front of Meng Busan.

Meng Busan touched it with his fingers and said with little interest: "What is this? It doesn't look delicious. I don't want to eat porridge."

"I always eat wardrobe in the hospital, and I'm all porridge that is hard, soft or soft, and I'm really tired of eating it."

Tang Ci had a meal and said warmly: "Sorry, I didn't consider this, but you can try it. My skills are very good. This is ginseng glutinous rice porridge, which is very nutritious."

Meng Busan sat cross-legged on the sofa, with his elbows pressed against his thighs, and supported his cheeks with one hand. He picked up the spoon in a depressed manner, and tapped the wall of the bowl.

After a while, he lowered his head with little interest and took a sip of the porridge in the spoon.

The porridge is stewed with glutinous and brown sugar is added. The sweet taste overwhelms the medicinal flavor of ginseng, which tastes good.

Meng Busan's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but take another bite.

Tang Ci was relieved when she saw him having a good meal.

He sat on the sofa beside him and started to eat.

Tang Ci seemed to remember something, "In the future, I will cook for you according to three meals a day, but the sky here is always bright, and I can't grasp the time."

Meng Busan smiled: "Let me leave this to you. My concept of time has always been very good. After all, I am a man who wants to become a master of time management."

Tang Ci looked at him speechlessly, as if she didn't know where to complain.

"So, are you going to use your skills to slap all over the world?"

Meng Busan smiled and said, "God said, I have given me a skill to make trouble, and I must use it for the best of my life."

Which god has said this!

Tang Ci: "Then you have to pay attention. High-end trialists and monsters may be alert to you when you use your skills, and they can feel it."

Meng Busan chuckled, "Do you know that my skills not only have skills that can be achieved overnight, but also have the effect of moistening things silently, right?"

Tang Ci looked at him.

Meng Busan: "By the way, how do you feel about you when I use your skills?"

Tang Ci smiled gently and shook her head blankly, "I don't have human emotions. I know what to do, but I won't have the same feelings as I like or hate."

Meng Busan tilted his head and smiled mysteriously, "Wow, that's great."

Tang porcelain is confused.

Meng Busan grinned, "Now, we are two non-humans."

He raised his chopsticks and smiled, "I don't feel like a human being without human empathy?"

Tang Ci stared at him steadily and smiled slightly, "I want to learn about human emotions."

Meng Busan shrugged, "I don't think about it at all. I haven't gotten any medicine for so many years. What else can I hope for?"

"I no longer want anything, so no one I have can take away from me."

He raised his head, smiled brightly, and had evil eyes, "Otherwise, I will meet the gods and kill the gods, and I will meet the demons and kill the demons!"

He pinched the convenient chopsticks in his hand hard, and the chopsticks broke into two pieces with a "click".

Tang Ci looked at his movements silently, without fear or surprise.

He just nodded calmly, "It seems that I will buy iron chopsticks next time."

Meng Busan curled his lips and continued to eat the meal.

Not only was the porridge cooked well, but the side dishes made were also delicious. Meng Busan ate two bowls of porridge in one go with the side dishes.

He touched his stomach and fell on the sofa, "Ah, it's so full. I've never eaten so much."

Tang Ci was puzzled, "Your days were very difficult?"

Meng Busan chuckled, "That's too difficult! I am an orphan and can only rely on my younger brother for life. Because I am sick, I always go to the hospital and finally stay in a mental hospital. All the pressure is borne by my younger brother. Although there are always kind people in society donating, my younger brother always hopes that I can live a better life in the hospital and would rather endure hunger by myself."

"How could he beat me when it comes to torture himself? Finally, with my unremitting efforts, he finally understood to be better to himself, rather than giving me everything."

Tang Ci glanced at his arm, "Did you say torture yourself to threaten him with your own physical health?"

Meng Busan grinned, "There's no way, I only have one younger brother."

"I'm a person without empathy, but I treat him differently. I want him to be good, just as he wants me to be good."

Meng Busan whispered: "I am him, and he is me too."

Tang Ci listened to his crazy words and said nothing.

After Meng Busan was crazy for a while, he said to Tang Ci: "Let's not waste time on the boat, go into the trial ground to play early."

Tang Ci put her glasses in, "If the world hears what you said, what would it think?"

Meng Busan smiled, "It's probably going to be happy. After all, it's so secretly in love with me and has been secretly peeping at me."

"puff--"

The whale next to the boat spewed out a large mouthful of water.

Meng Busan smiled, "Look, what am I talking about?"

Whale: "I was surprised by the thickness of your skin!"

Meng Busan sighed, "There is no way. Some fools are already obsessed with me so shameless that I have no shame. I have to force myself to pick up its skin and put it on."

The whale whispered: "What are you talking nonsense..."

Meng Busan looked up at the deep sea above his head and whispered: "Are you talking nonsense? Let's wait and see."

Tang Ci came to her senses, "You mean to go directly to the trial ground? But... have you rested enough?"

Meng Busan smiled, "What else do you need to rest? I just want to go crazy now."

Seeing that he was serious, Tang Ci nodded naturally.

He smiled and rubbed his shoulders, "Since Sansan is going to go, then I will naturally sacrifice my life to accompany the gentleman."

Meng Busan stepped on the sofa and touched his head with a smile, "It's true that I am the most useful tool person."

Tang Ci was amused and crying.

Meng Busan: "Then, buy me a small skirt quickly, my ATM."

Tang Ci: "...Okay, I've been demoted from a tool man to an ATM."

He waved his hand very generously, "Flow for whatever you want."

Meng Busan immediately bought a bunch of them on it.

Tang Ci was a little stunned when she looked at the skirts, cosmetics and shoes that covered the entire deck.

"what are you up to?"

Meng Busan stood in front of the vertical dressing mirror and looked at himself carefully.

He smiled at himself in the mirror and said, "Of course we must be fully prepared."

“My skills should be used more carefully.”

Tang porcelain always has a bad premonition.

Meng Busan: "Butler, come and serve me in dressing."

Tang Ci was helpless, "Okay, Miss."

He is a tool man, really moves wherever he needs to.

He helped Meng Busan wear a pink and white dress in Lolita style.

White lace long sleeves, an outturned neckline, layered fluffy skirt, lace and lace embellish it.

Meng Busan stepped on the sofa, slowly put on pure white stockings, and then put his feet into pink leather shoes.

When he stood in front of Tang Ci with a gentle expression and cute expression, it was really difficult for Tang Ci to connect the crazy him in the trial field, but this was indeed him.

Meng Busan sat in front of the mirror, his fluffy skirt scattered on the ground.

He used cosmetics to tinker on his face and told Tang Ci to curl his hair.

Tang Ci endured it again and again, but still couldn't help asking: "Why are you so skillful?"

Meng Busan brushed his cheeks with a brush, and he smiled and said, "Are you doing makeup skills? Don't you say that there are talents in mental hospitals, so it's natural to learn some useful skills."
To be continued...