I Just Want To Deliver a Normal Takeaway

With a pair of small fists erected in front of his chest, Mizi muttered softly, but it seemed more like he was cheering himself up.

Obviously, today is an extraordinary day for her. As the leader of the discipline committee who is feared by everyone in the school, she hardly has any friends except the students from the student union and the big Buddha and small bowl. For the first time in history, she was shopping with so many people, and she was very worried about whether she could do well.

The bangs on her forehead were a bit messy, and she carefully stretched out her hands to fiddle with them. Just as she was concentrating on arranging her hairstyle, she caught a glimpse of a person who was much taller than herself standing behind her out of the corner of her eyes.

"ah!"

She turned her head suddenly, but saw Chen Feng staring at him speechlessly, and one of Chen Feng's hands stretched out from his pocket, holding a sandalwood comb.

"use this."

"Chen...Chen Feng?!"

Mizi was surprised because the place where everyone met was not here, and there were still about 20 minutes before the agreed time. He came early just because he was used to it, but he didn't expect to meet Chen Feng who also came early.

"Aren't your bangs messed up? Here, I'll give you a comb."

As he spoke, Chen Feng shook the things in his hands, emphasizing again.

"No...no need."

"Stand, and I'll comb it for you." Chen Feng pressed Mizi's shoulder with one hand, and combed Mizi's bangs neatly with the other hand, but he frowned after looking at the whole thing, and suddenly looked at it on his own. Said: "No."

When Mizi heard Chen Feng's words, her heart beat faster because of Chen Feng's sudden approach, she closed her eyes and said:

"It's not going to work! Boys and girls should keep a distance of 5 meters!"

"I didn't say that, I said your ponytail is bad."

"Eh?"

"Hiss, I can't stand it anymore, I'll get it for you."

The more Chen Feng looked at Mizi's right ponytail curled into a ball, the more uncomfortable he became. Finally, he simply took off Mizi's hairband and ordered in a strong tone:

"Stand still, don't move around laughing and joking."

"I'm not joking, I said boys and girls should keep their distance!"

"You said it's none of my business to keep your distance."

Chen Feng took out his pocket again, and took out a hairbrush. He held the hair that fell from the Mizi in one hand, and combed her hair with the hairbrush in the other.

However, the hair in her hand was a little damp. It seemed that the girl had washed her hair after waking up.

Chen Feng asked while combing:

"Your hair is not dry yet, can't afford a hair dryer at home? Why don't I buy you one later? Tiling wet hair will keep the scalp in a humid environment for a long time, which will easily lead to the growth of bacteria, a lot of dandruff, Itching and rash, poor thing."

"No! I... I was just worried about being late, so I went out without drying myself."

"Oh, kind of scruffy."

"You...you...I..."

Mizi was choked up by Chen Feng's few words, and he couldn't even speak completely, but Chen Feng didn't care so much, he continued to comb Mizi's hair, even the preaching in his mouth couldn't stop.

"Your hair is a bit dry and split, remember not to be picky eaters, eat more foods containing protein, vitamins and minerals, chicken, fish..."

While Chen Feng was combing Mizi's hair and preaching because of obsessive-compulsive disorder, many passers-by around him cast envious glances.

"Look at the pair of siblings, the way the brother combs the sister's hair is so loving."

"Yes, yes, the relationship between the two must be very good."

"Nonsense, I think they are a couple, and they are the kind of macho who 'give up tattoos and fists for his girlfriend'."

...

The words of passers-by were heard by Mizi all over, her face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, she tried to struggle and said:

"I'll do it myself, you...don't comb..."

"Don't move, it's almost done, remember to comb from the bottom to the top in the future, to see how your hair has been ruined, and do it yourself, you use a mallet to do it!"

"Woo..."

Soon, Chen Feng tied Mizi's ponytail up, and the hair circles were neatly arranged, which obviously looked much better than Mizi's before.

He nodded in satisfaction, put away the hairbrush and comb, and finally patted the shoulder of Mizi whose face was about to drip water, and instructed:

"Girls have to learn how to dress themselves. Hair is very important, and you can't dress like this. How can you have a red plaid shirt and a red plaid skirt? The color is not harmonious at all. You should..."

After listening to Chen Feng beeping for a long time, Mizi finally couldn't take it anymore, she complained loudly:

"Are you my father?!"

After being silent for a few seconds, Chen Feng raised his head, with a serious expression on his face, he said:

"I can be if you don't mind."

"guna!"

On the way to the appointed location, Mizi puffed up her face as if angry, and she pursed her mouth.

"when did you come?"

"Earlier."

"Earlier than...?"

Miko's heart skipped a beat, "Be more specific?"

"good."

Chen Feng closed his eyes and stopped walking. Within a few seconds, he opened his eyes nervously, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and spoke in exactly the same tone as Mizi, and even his voice became Mizi's voice was heard, "We must work harder today."

Miko stared wide-eyed, with an incredulous look, and even rubbed his ears suspiciously.

"You imitate it again?"

"Come on today too!"

"Where did you get the tape recorder?!" Mizi suddenly walked away from Chen Feng for a few meters, and looked at the man who could make the same voice as himself in horror, "No, you must not be recording for real, right? "

She has never encountered such an outrageous thing. It is fine for a man to learn a woman's voice, but why can he learn a specific voice?

Probably because he thought it was interesting, Chen Feng calmly replied in the voice of a young lady: "You can pretend that I recorded the sound."