OBS Chapter 7 Baby, you're not allowed to have a foot fetish!
Chapter 7 Baby, you're not allowed to have a foot fetish!
After listening to Chen Chen's confession, Lin Jianlu suddenly felt as if she were lingering outside her delivery room, and suddenly a baby pushed open the door and asked if it was Dr. Bao or Pavel Korchagin.
Fortunately, the chaos was only temporary, and those emotional words were not without reason. After a rigorous logical deduction, she arrived at the reason for Chen Chen's deep sorrow—
In short, baby, you're not allowed to have a foot fetish! That's a joke!
To be fair, although this logic seems absurd, it's still somewhat understandable considering Chen Chen's purity as the OP General.
But isn't there a better solution? Take over the foot fetish meme, claim ownership of it from the "God of O", change the defense to the robbery, seize and tame it, benefit the father above and appease the grotesque below, wouldn't that resolve the dilemma itself?
Lin Jianlu suddenly had the illusion that "I might be a master of political maneuvering."
However, it is quite difficult to realize such a thought; it can only be fantasized about. To resolve Chen Chen's current dejection, some small tricks are still needed.
"Chen Chen, is it possible that you don't actually have a foot fetish?" After organizing her thoughts, Lin Jianlu tried to use conversation therapy.
"Huh?" After the heart-wrenching confession, the boy's voice always carried a faint trace of melancholy. "If I don't have a foot fetish, what else would I have?"
You have plenty of other things you could be into besides feet! Games, novels, anime, movies, computers, lures, NAS devices, chargers... or even, pretty girls, that's not a bad option either...
But Lin Jianlu would never say something so strange. She was always very serious: "Actually, maybe you're in love with Cheng Xiuxiu."
"what?"
"Didn't your philosophy teacher say that we should uphold the unity of the whole and the parts? The feet are just a part of Cheng Xiuxiu. You might just be loving the house because of the house, which is why you think you have a foot fetish. But actually, you're in love with Cheng Xiuxiu as a whole, you just haven't realized it."
"Oh...did the teacher mention this?"
No wonder you only got such low scores, you terrible student!
Suppressing her urge to complain, Lin Jianlu patiently explained, "Anyway, whether you've said it before or not, there's a very simple way to verify if you really have a foot fetish."
"What can we do?" Chen Chen's sorrowful voice suddenly carried a hint of tension.
"Find any girl you don't have any particular feelings for, then take off your shoes and observe her feet. If you like them, you have a foot fetish; if you don't, you don't. This is called the controlled variable method!"
"Oh...that seems to make a lot of sense," Chen Chen exclaimed.
But soon, he released Lin Jianlu, placed his hands on her shoulders, and looked at her helplessly with his reddened peach blossom eyes:
"But where would I find a girl willing to take off her shoes for me to see?"
"Well……"
Lin Jianlu stared blankly with her mouth open, then suddenly lowered her head. When she looked up again, she saw that the boy in front of her had also lowered his head.
"Oh dear, this..."
……
An eerie, ambiguous atmosphere permeated the air.
That said, why would there be any ambiguous feelings between me and this idiot?
The steps of the fire escape were icy cold. Lin Jianlu's shorts were a bit thin, and when she sat down, not only her buttocks but also her thighs felt goosebumps.
But glancing at Chen Chen, who was squatting beside her, staring at her expectantly, Lin Jianlu pouted, rubbed her thighs together, and cleared her throat:
"You better watch out!"
As she spoke, she bent down and touched her shoes.
Since it was a birthday party, although she wasn't as keen on dressing up as other girls, she still had to maintain a basic level of decorum. So today, Lin Jianlu didn't sneak around wearing a baseball cap to downplay her hair color as usual, nor did she wear slippers everywhere. Instead, she wore a pair of black high-top Martin boots, paired with black shorts and a black hooded sweatshirt, determined to be cool to the end.
But here's the problem: as a late-stage obsessive-compulsive disorder sufferer, Lin Jianlu believes that since she's wearing all black, even if she can't see the socks inside her shoes, they must still be black.
But even though she wears sneakers, her socks are almost always white.
So, before leaving home today, she rummaged through drawers and cabinets, making Chen Chen wait outside the door for about ten minutes, all in order to find a pair of black socks.
As things stand, it's good news that the black socks have been found.
But unfortunately—
"One, two, three, four, five... You have five holes in your socks."
"Don't focus on such trivial things!"
Damn it, how could she forget about that? How embarrassing!
A foot clad in ripped socks dangled in the air, its owner covering her face. The top of the socks revealed a few pink toes, as if trying to tear the air apart.
Calm down! Calm down! Lin Jianlu, you must calm down! As long as you're not embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed. It's just a hole in your sock, right? Everyone wears socks with holes! It's not a big deal.
After a complex and thorough mental preparation, Lin Jianlu finally lowered her hands from her face.
Why is your face so red?
"It's hot!"
Shouting like this, she lowered her head, completely ignoring Chen Chen's face, and quickly pulled off her socks, revealing her pink and white soles.
"See!"
She shoved her foot into Chen Chen's arms, turned her face to the side, and felt that not only her face, but her entire head was burning hot.
But after a few seconds, feeling that the other person was not responding, she became nervous again.
"Um... how is it?" she asked, her voice stammering.
"What? How is it?" Chen Chen seemed stunned for a moment before uttering a blank question.
"Well... how do you feel about my foot?"
"Uh..." Upon hearing this, Chen Chen lowered his head and examined the girl's feet that he had placed in his arms.
So you were just spacing out, you idiot!
"It's quite clean," the boy suddenly said.
"what?"
"I said your feet are quite clean."
"Then...then isn't that only natural!" The girl heard the praise, and although the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, she still muttered, "I'm not like some people who are sloppy and have to be clean and tidy...Hey hey hey hey what are you doing!!!"
Just as Lin Jianlu was muttering, Chen Chen suddenly lifted her foot and brought it closer...
"It's nothing," Chen Chen said, lowering the girl's foot from his nose. "I'm just smelling it; it doesn't stink."
"Oh..." Lin Jianlu patted her wildly beating chest. "So it was just a sniff? I thought..."
"What did you think?"
"I didn't think anything!" Although her face was already bright red, the girl believed that no one could beat her when it came to being stubborn!
"Speaking of which," she quickly changed the subject, "you've seen and smelled them, so you should understand what my feet feel like now. Tell me!"
"Uh..." The boy lowered his head, staring intently at the sole of his foot in his palm, his eyes filled with sorrow.
"If I had to put it in a way, it would be a feeling of mourning."
"Huh???" Lin Jianlu's eyes widened, her face completely bewildered.
Wait, what does this mean? Why are we mourning?
Mourning her foot? No, her foot was perfectly fine; it wasn't injured or lame.
Mourning himself? That's not right either; he still had twenty years left before he died.
"This... oh dear, this is so strange!"
Her neatly styled blonde hair was once again a mess from the girl's ruffled hands, but she was still completely baffled. She leaned closer to Chen Chen and asked curiously, "What are you mourning?"
"I...I..." The boy stared blankly at the pink and tender sole in his palm, his eyes reddening and his face full of sorrow.
"When I see your feet, I think of Aunt Big Feet. She's passed away, and the thought of never seeing her in 'Country Love' again makes me..."
"fuck your mother!"
Boom! ! !