The number one scholar is a piece of shit that everyone wants

"Ding, host, please keep up the good work and strive to complete the tasks, and strive to achieve them as soon as possible..."

"Yeah, I know, isn't it the 'hot cake' plan?"

"No, 2587. This mission is mine. What does it have to do with you whether I complete it or not, and when I complete it?"

"2587, is it possible that you will gain some benefit from this?"

"2587! 2587!"

2587 was pretending to be dead in the corner at this moment. He didn't want to talk to this host who could argue any point!

He would have to go back to the main system to complain someday, and it would be great if he could be transferred away.

Ye Fanxing had no idea that 2587 was trying to escape from him. He called 2587 twice but got no response from it, so he decided to let it go.

He knew very well that getting anything out of 2587's mouth would be as difficult as climbing to the sky!

……

Ye Fanxing was afraid that Xiaonan would not be able to find him after waking up, so he quickly went back to the room. The room was pitch dark, and he had to wait for his eyes to adjust before he could see everything around him clearly.

Looking out the window, I saw a starry night sky and a crescent moon had already set in the west. I estimated that it was probably around two or three in the morning.

Ye Fanxing yawned loudly, stretched out his hand to hold Xiao Nan'er in his arms, then closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

When the first rooster crowed, Ye Fanxing opened his eyes drowsily, childishly covered his head with the quilt, then pulled it down, repeating this several times, and then began to stare at the ceiling in a daze.

"Oh……"

Another loud crowing of a rooster was heard. Ye Fanxing sighed, knowing that there were too many things to do today and he couldn't stay in bed any longer. He stretched and got up.

He came to the kitchen, washed his face briefly, filled the pot with water, added firewood to the stove, and then walked towards Song Haoming's room.

After knocking on the door a few times and waiting for a response from inside, Ye Fanxing pushed the door open and walked in.

Originally, he wanted to carry him to the toilet to help him meet his physiological needs as he did before, but his broken and reattached legs could not use any strength at all, so he had to lie down instead of standing to meet his needs.

So Ye Fanxing stood in front of Song Haoming's bed with the chamber pot in her hand and reached out to pull Song Haoming's pants.

The moment Song Haoming saw the chamber pot, he knew what Ye Fanxing was going to do. He quickly tucked in the quilt and said four words in a somewhat embarrassed and angry tone, "Put it down and get out!"

Seeing that Ye Fanxing not only did not leave, but looked at him with a questioning look, Song Haoming could no longer hold back and urged, "Leave it there, I can do it myself!"

"No!" Ye Fanxing's tone did not fluctuate at all. "I was the one who helped you before. Today, it should be you. What if you wet the bed?"

"..."

Song Haoming took a breath and gritted his teeth and said, "Then can you hurry up?"

When Ye Fanxing's hand reached for Song Haoming's pants again, she heard Song Haoming say faintly: "Did I forget to tell you that I can feel it there?"

Ye Fanxing: “…”

"If you start a fire...are you responsible for putting it out?"

Ye Fanxing was stunned, a hint of surprise flashed across her face, then she smiled slightly, leaned close to his ear, and whispered a few words.

Song Haoming's face turned pale in an instant.

What does "Can you still do it?" mean?

Doesn't he know that men can't say no?

This is a serious insult to his personality!

The pitiful self-esteem in Song Haoming's heart began to stir. He frowned in anger and said seriously, "Say it again."

Ye Fanxing sensed the anger in his tone and quickly changed her words: "Big and hard, work..." When she said this, Ye Fanxing's gaze couldn't help but sweep down to Song Haoming's waist!

Song Haoming: “…”

What's that look in your eyes?

You are a man, you don't care about food or meat, you dare to say anything!

Song Haoming was unmoved by his "praise" and sneered: "Don't you know whether I do a good job or not?"

Ye Fanxing: “…”

After Song Haoming said this, he realized that he had gone too far. It was because Ye Fanxing in front of him was so irritating!

Anyway, things have come to this point, and he isn't the one who's embarrassed.

If anyone is to be blamed, blame Ye Fanxing for having to provoke him so early in the morning.

Ye Fanxing glanced at Song Haoming. He never thought that he, who was always aloof, would be forced to this point.

Suddenly, his eyes became a little strange. As for this matter, although he had never eaten pork, he had seen pigs run. There were so many short films that could teach him all kinds of science!

In terms of practical experience, he, who has lived two lives, still has zero.

Looking at Song Haoming's immobile legs, he showed an indescribable expression and blurted out without thinking: "That was all in the past. How about the work now? Should I try?"

Song Haoming: “…”

Neither of them expected the other to be so reckless. What was even more surprising was that the two of them talked back and forth and cooperated very well.

The atmosphere in the room was very awkward for a moment and neither of them knew what to say.

Song Haoming thought, when did Ye Fanxing become so bold? Isn't she afraid of accidents when she makes a move? "

Besides, didn't he hate my touch before? What was going on?

Ye Fanxing was silent for two minutes before he spoke awkwardly: "Well... I was just talking nonsense! Uh... you continue to pee!"

Song Haoming: “…”

Seeing Song Haoming's anger rising again, Ye Fanxing decisively changed the subject: "It's done, I have to make breakfast!"

Song Haoming could only close his eyes helplessly, out of sight and at peace, but he could not ignore the hand holding him!

After finally resolving all the awkward situations, Ye Fanxing carried Song Haoming back to the yard and put him on a chair.

Ye Fanxing pondered for a moment and asked, "Song Haoming, do you want a wheelchair and crutches? If so, I'll ask Uncle Li to make one for you."

Uncle Li is a craftsman in the village who specializes in carpentry work. If you bring your own wood, he only charges for the labor. The price is fair and the quality is good. Villagers will come to him when they need to make cabinets, tables, chairs and the like.

Song Haoming was stunned. He looked up at Ye Fanxing's cat-like eyes. There were sparkling stars in them, as if the spring breeze was warm and comfortable. He couldn't help but frown as he looked at her so seriously.

Song Haoming was stunned and raised his head, just in time to see Ye Xiaoxing's bright eyes, which were like a spring breeze blowing on his face, making him feel refreshed. He couldn't help but frown slightly.

What is Ye Fanxing trying to achieve by doing this?

Song Haoming didn't think he had anything worth pursuing, so why would he suddenly be so nice to them?

Ye Fanxing looked at him distractedly and secretly rolled her eyes at him, "Song Haoming, do you want to or not?"