A goblin who doesn't want to stir up trouble is not a good goblin

The four sat at two ends, Zhao Mi and He Liao sat by the window, He Liao made a fuss, and finally calmed down and started writing.Zhao Mi took out his mobile phone and sent Su Yiran a WeChat message.

The studio can't speak loudly, and Zhao Mi is very shy, so he can only talk on the Internet.He likes to communicate online. Others can't see his expression clearly, and he doesn't have to move his mouth.

He asked Su Yiran: Why did you fall in love with me early?If you fall in love with me early, don't you have a long-distance relationship?

Su Yiran looked at the dialog box that popped up on the computer screen, and typed: If I had known you earlier, I would have bought a house near your high school, and I would ask you to live in my house every day under the pretext of tutoring.

Zhao Mi: ...I don't need tutoring, my high school grades are very good.

If the grades are not good, they will not be admitted to CC University.

Su Yiran knew that Zhao Mi had good grades, but if he really met Zhao Mi who was wearing a high school uniform, he thought to himself: I will definitely chat with you in the name of knowing about high school life, and I will lie and say that I want to write a book about high school campus life. novel.

Zhao Mi wrinkled his nose and couldn't help giggling, God Su is good or bad.

Zhao Mi was studying in a key high school in H City, and he could only go home once a month in his third year of high school.If he fell in love with Su Yiran early, he would definitely not be able to stay, maybe he would climb over the wall in his school uniform and run to Su Yiran's house.

Speaking of school uniforms, Zhao Mi remembered that he had brought the high school uniforms and put them in a box in the storage room on the second floor, along with the high school textbooks.On the way home, the nanny sorted things out and specifically asked Zhao Mi if he wanted to throw them away. Zhao Mi was sure that he would settle down in ZZ City after graduation, so he asked the nanny to send them all to make a thought.

School uniform... Zhao Mi buried his chin in his elbow and looked out the window.

Wanna... play... Subduing Temptation?

Will Su Yiran... like it?

He Liao wrote two essays a day, was exhausted, and ran downstairs after writing and revising, saying that he was going to watch TV.Zhao Mi had never been so energetic before. He sat next to Su Yiran and poked him: "Am I too quiet?"

"Huh?" Su Yiran turned her head, "It's okay, what's wrong?"

"I feel like I'm not vigorous at all," Zhao Minnu pouted, "He Liao is only one year younger than me."

"It's a good thing you're not like He Liao," Su Yiran said with a smile, "It's too noisy and I don't have the energy to deal with it."

After Su Yiran finished speaking, he turned to write. He has been coding the last three chapters of "Ming Dynasty and Du Yancold" for the past two days. He cannot stop, otherwise his inspiration will disappear.

Chasing articles is a very wonderful thing. "Ming Dynasty and Gu Yan Leng" has been serialized for more than 200 chapters, spanning more than half a year. After Zhao Mi chased it down, he felt that time passed quickly. He lay on the table and said with a sigh He said: "It's about to end again. What should I write next?"

"I haven't thought about it yet, don't worry." Su Yiran replied, "We'll talk about it after next month."

Zhao Mi recalled the message on Weibo, and asked him: "Aren't you going to write about Gu Yueliu? Aren't you expressing emotion on Weibo?"

"Have you read my Weibo?" Su Yiran stopped typing, opened a packet of fruit crisps, picked up a piece and stuffed it into his mouth, "I'm thinking about it."

Du Man went to the bathroom 3 minutes ago, so Zhao Mi dared to speak. He chewed the crispy chips: "Could it be about traveling in the south of the Yangtze River?"

"No." Su Yiran also imitated him, folded his arms together, then lay down on the table, turned his head to face him, and said word by word, "I want to write a fruit."

Zhao Mi picked up a piece of crisp and chewed it: "What fruit to write? What fruit was eaten in ancient times? Litchi?"

Su Yiran stretched out her fingers to press down his moving cheeks: "I want to write a navel orange."

Zhao Mi squinted his eyes, changed the word "navel orange" into a word with the same syllable, and reached out to touch Su Yiran's forehead: "Why do you suddenly want to write this? Readers will go crazy."

The cold beauty suddenly takes the initiative and can drive readers crazy in minutes.

The powder of fruit crisps stuck to Zhao Mi's lips, and Su Yiran wiped it off for him: "Because Gu Yueliu told me in a dream that he wanted to have such a good time."

Zhao Mi made a small cut: "He can get Qingliu, Yanfu is big enough. When will you write it? X Literature Network can't post it."

X Literature Network cracks down on H's creations, especially the high-profile authors like Su Yiran. Because their works are on the list all year round, some writers are jealous and stare at them every day. Once a word is taboo, they will be reported.

"Choose a night to write, and post on Weibo after writing."

"Call me," Zhao Mi excited, wanting to rub his hands, like a fly seeing meat, "No matter how late it is, you must shake me up."

Aunt Zhao stayed at Su Yiran's house until eight o'clock, and left after preparing a supper.The supper before was just dumplings, instant noodles or wontons. Since Su Yiran greatly increased the cost of buying vegetables, Aunt Zhao changed the pork filling of the dumplings to beef, and made another basket of spicy beef buns to freeze in the refrigerator. The skins are made of whole grain powder, the purple ones are purple sweet potatoes, the yellow ones are corns, and the black ones are black rice, all of which are sugar-free.

No matter how much Aunt Zhao made for supper, Zhao Mi could eat all of them, making Su Yiran feel like raising a pig in a trance.He heard from Mu Liangfeng that the pig essence he likes only thinks about losing weight all day long, even if he drinks too much saliva, he will curse at people.

Then look at my little pervert, eating dumplings one bite at a time, stuffing them all into his stomach without any hesitation.

Zhao Mi is very satisfied with the recent food at home. Every time he eats, he feels full of energy, as if running 3000 meters at once is not a problem.After eating a wave of beef, he asked Aunt Zhao for another chive and egg stuffing.

He Liao circled around him: "Brother, you are amazing, you are the one I have seen eat the most, and you are not fat."

Zhao Mi got along with him for a day and became friends, but He Liao didn't call him back. He Liao sat down and made friends with him: "Hey, brother, where does that Du Man go to school?"

Zhao Mi poured vinegar into a small dish: "At the junior college, it's W College next to CC University."

He Liao's tone was a little worried: "That's no good, I can't go to that school."

He Liao's score, even if the Chinese score is the same as shit, he can still get into the second book.

Su Yiran was sitting at the table eating supper with Nuomi Ci, when he heard He Liao's words, he said indifferently: "What are you asking her for? Don't say you want to chase after other girls."

"Hey, Su Ge, Su Ge," He Liao raised his legs, "You are right, Sister Du Man is cute and has a cool personality, which successfully aroused my interest."

Zhao Mi: ...

Su Yiran: ...

Both of them looked at the boy with the second-grade illness, and persuaded him sincerely: "Don't chase after him."

"Why? Do you think she's not good enough for me? I don't care about education, it's all fake!" He Liao's tone was very contemptuous.

"...We feel that you are not good enough for him." Zhao Mi told the truth, "He Liao, don't delay her little girl, she is so nice."

Aunt Zhao brought the freshly boiled dumplings to the table, and all three of them shut up consciously.When He Liao left, he still pestered Zhao Mi to ask for Du Man's contact information, and repeatedly promised that he would be serious.

Su Yiran pushed away his big head that was crowded in front of Zhao Mi: "Let's talk about the college entrance examination first."

"That's right," Zhao Mi felt the same way, "Besides, Du Man definitely likes romantic boys, so let's forget about your writing skills."

He Liao was left by Aunt Zhao holding her ear, yelling that she would come back tomorrow.

"Take a bath together?" Zhao Mi waited for the two to leave, squinting his eyes, and asked calmly.

"No, you go." Su Yiran still refused.

"Then you wash on the first floor, and I wash on the second floor. I'll see you in the bedroom later, okay?" Zhao Mi looked at each other hopefully.

Su Yiran narrowed his eyes, looked at Zhao Mi's anticipation, and slowly curled the corners of his mouth.

Zhao Mi was close to engraving the words "you promise quickly" and "so shy, so shameful" on his forehead.

Su Yiran nodded: "Okay."

Zhao Mi turned around and strode up the stairs. Before entering the bathroom, he took out the high school uniforms from the storage room that were pressed at the bottom of the box. In addition to the long-sleeved uniforms, he also found some gadgets: the wish jar that he wrote when he was counting down [-] days in the third year of high school , a mind map of historical events in the file bag, a whole template of mathematical formulas, and several letters to Ms. Zhao.

During the three years of high school, the school always required students to write letters to their parents every time they went home for a long meeting, but Ms. Zhao never opened it once, and the letters written by Zhao Mi were never opened.

Zhao Mi stuffed the three letters into the school uniform pocket, then rolled up the clothes in his arms, sneaked out with his head down, and went straight to the bathroom.

The autumn school uniform is actually very ugly, dark blue, with no design except for the two white lines on the hem of the trousers. Zhao Mi didn't grow much in high school, so he can still wear this school uniform in his freshman year.

He changed his upper body awkwardly in the bathroom, looked in the mirror, and immediately wanted to take it off—it was so ugly, I am afraid this is not a uniform of temptation, but a uniform of disaster.

The high school uniform was bulky. After Zhao Mi put it on, although the inside of the clothes was empty, it looked like her body had changed from X to XX.

Directly twice the horizontal length and width.

He tugged on his pants, tugged on his sleeves, and took a deep breath.

After washing, Su Yiran went upstairs, passed by Zhao Midai's bathroom, and knocked on the door along the way: "Have you finished washing?"

Zhao Mi put his hands against the door and said, "Okay."

"Why don't you come out?"

"...Can you close your eyes?" Zhao Mi lowered his voice, and spoke at the crack of the door.

Su Yiran's breathing was a bit stagnant, he closed his eyes: "Okay."

Zhao Mi opened the door a little first, and seeing Su Yiran standing at the door with his eyes closed, he stretched out his hand to hold the other's hands: "Don't open your eyes, I will drag you away."

He turned around, hands behind his back.Su Yiran could feel Zhao Mi's long sleeves covering his hands, which felt like a plastic bag, and when he swiped his fingertips, he would make a little picipici sound.

"Did you wear a raincoat?" Su Yiran teased.

Zhao Mi turned his head and looked at his eyelids carefully: "Don't open them."

Walking into the bedroom, Zhao Mi put the five fingers of his left hand together to cover Su Yiran's eyes, and pulled the other's hands with his right hand, wrapping around his waist.

Su Yiran felt the texture different from pajamas: "You can't..."

"Don't talk," Zhao Mi interrupted him, approaching his neck, and said angrily, "I invite you to watch the ugly glutinous rice cakes in high school."

Su Yiran's heart skipped a beat, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Zhao Mi in his arms who was wearing a high school uniform.

No matter how good his concentration is, he couldn't help feeling dizzy for a while.

Zhao Mi in high school uniform is so cute!

The author has something to say:

What I said is not to follow the plot... There is really no plot... But it is not Zhangzhang Expressway...

Hmm... Occasionally I have to drive on the road~~~~