Deities Are All Just My Food
Chapter 1242 - 565: God is Here, Mortals Disperse!_3

Chapter 1242: Chapter 565: God is Here, Mortals Disperse!_3

Shen Xin parked her car and sat on the curb, staring from across the road at the little girl in the park opposite.

This look lasted a whole day.

There were children who came to play, and the little girl joined them. After they left to go home for meals, the little girl played on her own.

As the sun set, the sky was streaked with orange remnants.

The little girl still showed no sign of going home.

Shen Xin considered for a few minutes, got up, and walked a few steps forward, but then stopped.

A female white-collar worker in a suit skirt and flesh-colored high heels, carrying a KFC bag in her left hand and a ladies’ purse slung over her right shoulder, hurried over.

"Sister!"

The little girl saw the female white-collar worker, cheered, and dashed over, bumping into her with a thud and clinging to her legs.

The female white-collar worker didn’t speak. She squatted down to wipe the little girl’s hands clean with a tissue and then gave her a burger.

As the white-collar woman got up and walked forward, the little girl bounced along by her side. She took a bite of her burger, her mouth covered in cheesy sauce.

Shen Xin entered the park and sat down on a bench. She took out her sketchpad, mixed her paints, and began to paint.

For a long time! For a long long time!

When Shen Xin came back to her senses, the street lamps had already draped the road in a dim yellow oil paint.

Shen Xin packed up her things, braving the night breeze, and hurried back to school.

Early the next morning, Shen Xin arrived at the park nearby, sat down across the road.

At 8 o’clock,

the little girl arrived to play alone.

As the day wore on, more people arrived, and then gradually left as the day passed. In the time of bright home lights, the little girl waited for the female white-collar worker.

Once again, just like yesterday,

they went home together!

Shen Xin walked into the park, sat down on the same bench as the day before, and began to paint.

It’s wonderful to discover a touch of beauty in life.

Shen Xin painted with joy and swiftness, elated.

...

Another early morning, Shen Xin rode her mountain bike out of the school gate when someone called out to her.

"Shen Xin?"

Shen Xin turned around and saw an elderly man with graying hair coming out of the security office.

"Principal!"

Shen Xin greeted him.

"How have you been recently?"

The principal looked kindly at Shen Xin; she was the fine arts department’s cherished talent, not to be jostled or disturbed, as even emotional stress could affect her creative process.

The principal had been keeping an eye on Shen Xin, having heard that she hadn’t attended classes for five days, coming and going early and late, and naturally, he was concerned.

"Very well!"

Shen Xin’s voice was soft and mellow.

"Are you going out for a plein air painting session?"

The principal asked.

"Yes!"

Shen Xin was still sparing with her words.

"May I have a look?"

The principal asked, feeling somewhat nervous; in the face of such a talented student, he set aside his usual authority.

"In the studio!"

Shen Xin said and then rode off on her mountain bike.

She didn’t want to waste any more time.

The principal watched as Shen Xin’s figure disappeared and then immediately jogged toward the studio.

Ever since Shen Xin had won another painting award, school leaders unanimously decided to give her room 307 in the school of fine arts as her private studio.

The principal rushed in to see more than a dozen easels, each displaying an oil painting.

They all depicted the same little girl playing in the park, yet each conveyed different emotions.

There was the beauty of life, the joy of childhood, and the daily grind...

They were myriad and varied.

The principal looked at the painting of the white-collar woman and little girl walking away along the road under the sunset; he suddenly really wanted to see the white-collar woman’s face.

"She must be a beauty, right?"

The principal mused.

...

Under the night, Haijing Polytechnic was a lovers’ paradise.

Especially now that spring had arrived and the weather had warmed up, couples could be seen walking together everywhere.

Ji Xinyan drove into the campus and had been fed a steady diet of affection on the way. Finally reaching the girls’ dormitory, she saw a boy holding roses, with candles arranged in a heart shape, confessing his feelings to a girl he liked.

"Damn, shouldn’t I be on the field talking of love with my boyfriend at this hour? Why am I slaving away for Senior Monitor?"

Ji Xinyan parked the car and went to the trunk to fetch things, but seeing the pile of bags inside,

her head began to ache.

If I carry all this up, I might as well develop biceps fit for horse-riding – would domestic violence against the Senior Monitor then become child’s play?

Ji Xinyan pulled out her phone, about to call Pei Fei to come down and help with the things when she heard someone shouting for her.

"Xin Yan!"

Tea sister turned around and saw Liu Zilu and Tao Nai.

"Perfect timing, come help me carry this stuff!"

Ji Xinyan waved them over.

Tao Nai ran over, saw the trunk stuffed to the brim with seven or eight large shopping bags, and gasped: "Why did you buy so much? Are you evacuating?"

"It’s for you guys, isn’t it?"

Ji Xinyan had been skipping classes for several days to help Lin Baici with renovations, relying on her roommates to cover for her absence, so they wouldn’t get caught.

Tea sister couldn’t smooth things over with the faculty as Lin Baici could, so to ’repay’ them, as well as to prevent spiteful tattling, she bought loads of stuff to treat everyone.

"Wow, Yan Yan, you’re too kind! Let me see, what did you get?"

Tao Nai rummaged through the bags: "Chocolate, fruit, potato chips, and there’s even canned yellow peaches? I super love these!"

Liu Zilu didn’t care about those items; what caught her eye first was the car.

"This is a BMW X5, right?"

Nightfall mixed with the light spilling from the dormitory, casting reflections on the black car body, making it appear like a submarine surfacing from the depths.