Quick Wear: The Crazy Lord God is again training the sweet host

Xing Chen discovered that he and Chu Luo had talked a lot in just a few days.

There was no nutrition in it, just a bunch of random nonsense, but both people were very happy.

On WeChat, Chu Luo is always a sunny and cheerful big boy, as if he is the sunshine itself, so there is no shadow in any corner of his body.

But now it seems that this idea was just his wishful thinking.

Xing Chen was not blaming Chu Luo for his amazing methods.

On the contrary, he felt that Zheng Ziwan deserved it.

For someone like Zheng Ziwan, this kind of punishment is more painful than killing him.

Chu Luo hit the vital point with his first move.

Xing Chen could also understand why Chu Luo kept it from him. After all, they had only known each other for a few days and it was impossible for them to have absolute trust.

However, Xingchen still felt lost.

Although he knew that this emotion was inexplicable, he just felt lost now.

That doesn't make sense.

Maybe he didn't act like a big brother.

Xing Chen looked at the chat interface and wanted to send a message to Chu Luo, but he didn't know what to send.

After a long silence, he finally gave up.

Sunday.

In the early morning, Xingchen got up early, which was rare.

When he arrived at Chu Luo's dormitory, Chu Luo had just woken up. When he opened the door and saw it was him, his eyes lit up.

At that moment, it seemed as if a brilliant light was sweeping through the air.

The melancholy mood that had been pent up all night on Xing instantly vanished, and she couldn't help but smile as she looked at him.

"So early?" Chu Luo asked.

He looked at the flowers in Xing Chen's arms, then looked carefully at Xing Chen's face. He felt that his brother's face was more beautiful than the flowers, but not as lively as the flowers.

"Are you not happy that I'm here so early?"

Chu Luo took the flowers and said, "I am even happier that you came here in the middle of the night. How are you feeling?"

"You even asked about my health and left me alone without even calling me. Chu Luo, how are you going to settle this?"

Chu Luo looked at him pitifully: "I'm waiting for your fever to subside before I leave."

"Hmph, what if it catches fire again?"

"Brother, I was wrong."

"If you know you're wrong, go move the flowers from under the dormitory. If I don't help you, I'm still a patient."

"Know it."

Chu Luo declined everyone's help and went back and forth several times by himself, finally moving all the flowers up.

Xing Chen sat leisurely in the chair. After moving the flowers and washing his hands, he quickly poured a cup of hot water and handed it to Xing Chen.

Knowing that Xingchen hadn't had breakfast, he ran to the cafeteria eagerly. It took him fifteen minutes to go back and forth and finally served scallion rolls, steamed buns, meat sandwiches and stuffed pancakes to Xingchen.

Xing Chen: "So fast, how did you do it?"

Chu Luo was calm and composed: "I have good relationships with people, there is nothing I can do about it."

Xing Chen rolled his eyes at him. His appetite improved now. He took big bites of the roujiamo and stretched out his hand to direct Chu Luo to move the flowers.

If this pot doesn't look good, replace it with another one. If it still doesn't look good, keep changing it.

Chu Luo always had a bright smile on her face and let him order her around. She didn't feel tired at all and never complained.

Xing Chen picked up another bun with his left hand and ate more than half of the roujiamo before he remembered to ask Chu Luo: "Chu Luo, didn't you eat either?"

Chu Luo looked at him with an expression that said, "You finally remembered me."

Xing Chen handed the bun he hadn't eaten yet to him.

"Here, take a bite."

Chu Luo came over, took a look at the buns, then turned his head and took a bite of the roujiamo that Xing Chen had eaten half of.

“I want to eat this.”

Xing Chen looked at the roujiamo that he had almost bitten off, and suddenly felt his ears a little hot.

He lowered his head and bit the bun himself.

There was still dirt on Chu Luo's hands, and he was too lazy to wash them, so he squatted in front of Xing Chen's chair to grab his food. After he finished grabbing the remaining roujiamo, he grabbed the half-eaten bun.

Eating breakfast for the two of them was like fighting a war, it all depended on quick eyes and hands.

The more Xing Chen refused to give Chu Luo food, the more happy he became, almost snatching food from Xing Chen's mouth.

After they finished breakfast, they finally settled on placing the potted plants in a position that satisfied Xing Chen, and the room looked much more lively.

"You have to take good care of them. If you dare to kill the flowers, I will tear your head off."

Xing Chen threatened Chu Luo.

Chu Luo sighed.

"Look at my status. I'm not as good as Chu Yi, but now my head is only worth a pot of flowers."

"Try to be sarcastic again. Chu Luo, I find that if I don't beat you up one day, you will go crazy."

"Go ahead and beat him. I'll keep the ones with thick skin for you to beat."

Xing Chen pinched his cheek, "Your face is like a steamed bun just out of the pot, how can it be rough?"

Chu Luo raised his head in front of him and said, "Here, take a bite."

Xing Chen slapped him aside.

Chu Luo turned on the computer while laughing.

"You don't have anything to do right now, do you?"

Xing Chen nodded: "It's okay."

"Then stay with me for a while. I need to sort out something and hand it in to the hospital."

"What is it?" Xing Chen was curious and came over to take a look.

"The school sports meet will start on the Monday after next, which is only a week away. This is the list of students participating in the sports meet. Up to now, all the events have not been fully registered, and each class is still mobilizing."

"So unmotivated?"

"Yes, but it's not everyone's fault. Every year, the Sports Department takes the top three in almost all events. Everyone knows their own strengths and weaknesses, so there's not much enthusiasm."

Xing Chen sat down at the table next to him, bent over and asked with interest: "What about you? What project are you participating in?"

Chu Luo laughed.

"I'm not picky. I'll take over any project that no one else is taking."

"for example?"

"For example, the 100-meter long-distance race that scares all the students."

"rice?"

"Yes, it's a reserved event in our school. I heard that several people get dizzy every year."

"So what's your level?"

"Level? Isn't it enough to just beat those guys from the Sports Department?"

He said it as a matter of course, Xing Chen couldn't help but reached out and pinched his face again.

"Chu Luo, your hospital leaders probably love you to death."

"Everyone cares about me, just beat me up every day."

"You deserve a beating."

"Yes, I owe you. Just don't complain about the pain in your hand."

Seeing that he was bored, Chu Luo got up, took out some snacks from the cupboard and handed them to him.

He found a small fruit plate, opened the melon seeds and poured them into it, then put it in Xing Chen's arms and even brought the trash can over.

Xing Chen asked him while eating melon seeds: "You still eat these?"

"I prepared it for you." Chu Luo replied without even raising his head.

"If you keep being so sweet I'll take you home."

"Forget it, just take Chu Yi away first."

Obviously, this topic cannot be continued.

Xing Chen bit the melon seeds so hard that they were crunchy, and you could tell from the sound of his teeth gnashing.

Chu Luo laughed and looked up at him, but he glared back at him.

Xing Chen threw away a melon seed shell and asked, "Why don't you ask me if I want to watch your game?"

"No need to ask, you will come."

"Where do you get your confidence?"

“It’s not a question of whether I’m confident or not.”

"What's the problem? What if I don't come?"

Chu Luo turned his eyes away from the computer and said, "The school invites you, are you coming?"

“What did the school invite me to do?”

"I heard that someone used his pocket money to donate a gymnasium to our school. Is that true?"

Xing Chen grinned, his eyes full of pride.

"Have."