The heartthrob protagonist always wants to assist

Shao Cong's eyes were full of pure curiosity, hooking Nan Yucheng and reminding him of his confession last night.

Sometimes ignorance is also a kind of happiness.

Nan Yucheng gave Shao Cong a sympathetic look: "Shao Cong, let's start a crowdfunding."

He was full of grief and indignation: "Father really has no money to show you your brain."

Shao Cong: ...?

He raised his fist slowly.

When Qin Jiheng returned to the dormitory, he saw Shao Cong running around the room chasing Nan Yucheng. He tried to persuade him a few times but got no response, so he raised his arm and slapped the bed next to him.

As a result, his estimation of the position was wrong, the slap happened to hit the edge of the bed, the pain caused his smile to disappear, and he yelled: "Grass!"

The two who were fighting looked over at the same time.

Faced with such a sight, Qin Jiheng's expression was stiff.

Good guy, on the first day after he confessed, he didn't even start chasing someone, so he did something like this.

If it was said that he was trying to fight and bumped into himself, who wouldn't say "Qin Dog is so stupid"?

So, Qin Jiheng's brain was running fast, and he quickly filled the hole: "Grass... looks far away but... nothing."

Nan Yucheng:?

Shao Cong:?

Shao Cong stepped on the chair: "Qin Gou, what kind of epilepsy did you have in the morning, and what poem did you recite."

Qin Jiheng sneered: "Shao Cong, self-study will start in 10 minutes, and Nan Yucheng and I will go to eat first, so you can do it yourself."

Shao Cong came to his senses after being reminded, cursed in a low voice, and rushed out: "Why didn't you say it earlier, you'll be late for the first class again in the morning."

"Didn't you say that being late is the professional quality of a school bully?" Nan Yucheng suddenly remembered a certain second line that Shao Cong said before, and used it to run on him.

"You don't understand, I've changed my mind." Shao Cong anxiously didn't even close the door.

Nan Yucheng looked at him and smiled for a while, then turned around and asked Qin Jiheng the same question as Shao Cong: "What poem did you recite early in the morning?"

Qin Jiheng rubbed his red palms without changing his face: "Suddenly I have a feeling, let me show my literary accomplishment."

Nan Yucheng: ...

He thought about it for a long time, rubbed his fingers back and forth, and finally said: "You... um... you're quite unique."

Qin Jiheng showed what is meant by Mount Tai collapsing in front of him without changing his face, pretending not to hear his ridicule: "Well, is my brother also educated?"

Nan Yucheng felt that he seemed to be old and couldn't understand the thoughts of young people nowadays. After a few seconds of silence, he put his packed schoolbag on his back, and was going to go out for breakfast with Qin Jiheng.

Qin Jiheng found that he had forgotten to take the water glass, so he picked it up thoughtfully. The palm of his right hand, which was still hurting slightly, touched the hot wall of the glass, and Qin Jiheng gave another "lean".

Nan Yucheng turned his head.

Qin Jiheng put the kettle next to Nan Yucheng's schoolbag, and then quickly brainstormed, and choked out another sentence: "Damn... Rely on Yunmen to draw Gu Jian, and open Linji's guest Zen."

Nan Yucheng: ...

He was silent for a few seconds, feeling that Qin Jiheng seemed to have some strange misunderstandings about him.

Does he look like the kind of guy who picks boyfriends based on how well they recite ancient poems?

In fact, do such people really exist in this world?

The more Nan Yucheng thought about it, the more he felt incredible, but before his brain had time to react, his mouth had already opened his mouth: "What kind of poem is this? Why haven't I heard it before."

Qin Jiheng actually doesn't quite remember the name of this poem, it was pulled out of his deep memory when he was in a hurry.

But now that I have read all the words, wouldn't it be a slap in the face to say that I don't know what the poem is about?

So he said inscrutablely: "I heard this poem by chance. I just saw this situation and suddenly felt it."

Nan Yucheng: ...

Fine.

I don't really understand you heartthrobs.

After breakfast, Nan Yucheng went to the classroom.

After the confession happened, the relationship between him and Qin Jiheng seemed to have changed everywhere, and it seemed that nothing had changed.

Qin Jiheng knows when to show off and when not to be over-stimulated.

But there was one thing that he had been struggling with all morning, and he asked the moment he entered the classroom: "Did you send me a message last night? After I fell asleep?"

Nan Yucheng became angry when he thought about this.

How can some people sleep so soundly after confessing their love? On the contrary, he, the one who was confessed, tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

He snorted softly and said, "It's a mistake."

"You lied to me." Qin Jiheng was not so easy to fool, he hugged Nan Yucheng like a buddy: "Tell me, what happened? Why did you withdraw it?"

"Hand slippery." Nan Yucheng remained expressionless.

"You think I'm stupid." Qin Jiheng said happily, "Don't want to say it?"

He guessed divergently: "Could it be... secretly confessing to me?"

Nan Yucheng picked up the mobile phone in his hand and knocked on his head: "Are you dreaming?"

Qin Jiheng smiled when he saw his speechless expression.

Ever since he knew that Nan Yucheng's psychological defense line had been cracked against him, Qin Jiheng was in a particularly good mood.

He was like a thief coveting the wealth of other people's houses, hinting to squat, beating on that seam every day.

It's not too hard, but I will definitely hit a small hammer on it whenever I get the chance.

It's the same this time, before Nan Yucheng's luck, he changed the subject on his own initiative.

It was as if nothing had happened.

"Everyone has prepared gifts for you, and today I will temporarily give you the life of class grass." Qin Jiheng said with a smile.

"Then you still have to let me?" Nan Yucheng saw through his self-promotion.

"Anyway, I'm also the male god of our school." Qin Jiheng raised his chest and raised his head proudly as if he couldn't hear Nan Yucheng's ridicule at all.

Nan Yucheng took out his cold hand from his pocket and pressed it to his neck.

Seeing him jumping away with an "oh", he smiled and said, "Yes, male god, I think you are still dreaming, are you awake?"

Not to be outdone, Qin Jiheng also put his hand on it.

The two had a quarrel, and Liu Yuan, who rushed over after taking a shower without eating breakfast, saw the appearance of the two of them, and made a gesture of vomiting: "I'm full, I'm full, this is imported dog food .”

Behind him was urged by Shao Cong to come to the classroom ahead of time, and to Li Ming who didn't understand everything, he pushed his newly ordered glasses, telling the truth: "Why do you two look gay in gay?"

Qin Jiheng has no shame at all: "Be confident and remove the 'look'."

He said, shaking his head confidently: "We are gay among gays."

Before he could finish speaking, he was "beaten" by Nan Yucheng again.

Li Ming didn't know that he had seen through everything, so he foolishly said to Liu Yuan: "Qin Jiheng seems to be enjoying himself, does he still have a habit of being beaten?"

Liu Yuan: ...

He turned his head mechanically: "Li Ming, I didn't realize that before, you still have the eyes to discover the truth."

During the early self-study time, Nan Yucheng received many gifts from all directions.

Li Ming gave him an exquisite blind box, which contained a limited edition doll.

It is said that he got it one day when he was full of European spirits. After finding out that it was a limited edition, he didn't even dare to open the bag. He specially repacked it for Nan Yucheng's birthday.

Its implication is to make Nan Yucheng's year here go smoothly and be full of European energy. This can be regarded as the best blessing, and Nan Yucheng smiled happily.

Liu Yuan is careless, but he has his heart on this matter.

In the end, he bought a small speaker for Nan Yucheng, which was in the shape of an electronic cat, which was very cool and interesting.

It is said that he himself planned to give the basketball, but thinking of the characteristics of Nan Yucheng's [-]% basketball, he finally chose this.

As for Nan Yucheng's former Xueba deskmate, he gave Nan Yucheng a book of answers.

"It is said that as long as you ask questions in the book with sincerity, you can get the answer." The former deskmate explained.

Some other classmates who were not far or close also gave him gifts or blessings. Ning Shuang also prepared an exquisitely packaged gift for him, but he didn't join in the fun of everyone.

Nan Yucheng was like a little prince surrounded by stars all morning, which made him truly experience the joy of being missed by everyone.

Looking at the corner of his mouth that could not be restrained, Qin Jiheng was also in a good mood.

Everyone even took advantage of this time to finalize a birthday party for Nan Yucheng on the weekend.

But students are students after all, as soon as the class bell rings, those thoughts that yearn for outside the school have to be put away.

The homeroom teacher walked in, first said happy birthday to Nan Yucheng, then with a serious expression, he announced the precautions.

The time for the mock exam in the Yancheng exam area is around the end of the first semester. This year, because of the late Chinese New Year, it is scheduled for the beginning of January, which means there is only one month left.

One model is a very important exam for senior high school students. Everyone hopes to get a good result and get a good idea of ​​the college entrance examination.

Nan Yucheng's previous tablemate, a top student, also specifically told him that Yancheng's model test papers are very difficult. If you use it to estimate the score, the scores of the college entrance examination will generally be higher than the scores of the model test.

"How is it?" Qin Jiheng listened to the teacher's arrangement, and asked Nan Yucheng sideways: "Is there any pressure?"

Nan Yucheng's memory immediately returned to the time of his college entrance examination.

Although he has always had good grades, how could he not be under pressure?

For a child like him without the support of his parents, it is not only necessary to get a test result, but also to get a scholarship as much as possible.

In the third year of high school, you have to work hard and participate in various competitions.

Back and forth, can toss people to death.

But now Nan Yucheng feels much better. Without the financial pressure, he has a slightly more colorful outlook on the future.

He said: "It's okay, but you must not take it lightly."

After the class was over, perhaps shocked by the imminent news, even the group of people who often ran wild outside during class breaks stayed in the classroom.

The sound of pens rubbing against the paper is endless, and the sound of seniors and seniors running on the playground outside the window seems to be far away from them.

Even Shao Cong was infected by this atmosphere and didn't leave the classroom, but turned his head quietly: "My goal this time is to keep the ranking from last time."

"Why are you so conservative all of a sudden?" Nan Yucheng was a little curious.

Shao Cong sighed: "It's not that I don't want to make progress, but it's just that the teachers who set the questions for this model test prefer to write questions related to memorization, and my foundation is relatively weak."

Seeing his serious analysis, Nan Yucheng couldn't help laughing: "I didn't expect you to grow up a little bit. Before, I wanted to be a young and Dangerous boy, but now I'm starting to work hard."

"Of course." Shao Cong bit the tip of his pen, "I learned how to fight well. This is a good man in the 21st century."

Before Nan Yucheng could reply, Shao Cong's pen was bitten off by himself.

The ink gushed out, and Shao Cong himself was taken aback. His school uniform was completely stained black, and he was in a daze.

"Shao Cong! What's the matter with you?" The chemistry teacher who happened to walk in saw this scene, rushed over with a straight face, and took the paper to clean up for him.

Since he was facing Nan Yucheng's desk, the ink splashed on his desk when it was sprayed out.

Qin Jiheng subconsciously picked up something to help him block the splashing ink. Thanks to him, Nan Yucheng himself was only injured on his arm, and his homework was full of ink dots...

That's right, this is what Qin Jiheng used to help him block the ink.

This corner of the classroom was in chaos because of this accident, and the chemistry teacher's mood was completely ruined by them.

At this time, the class bell had already rang, but they couldn't go to class like this anyway, so they were all invited out by the chemistry teacher and asked them to pack up before coming in.

When the chemistry teacher sent them out, he looked at them as if they were mentally handicapped.

It seems to be saying: At such an advanced age, how can you accidentally injure yourself with a pen?

Completely innocent Nan Yucheng and Qin Jiheng: ...

They think they can still save it.

Shao Cong's mouth was full of ink, and he went to wash it as soon as he left the classroom.

Nan Yucheng and Qin Jiheng were also rubbing the black spots on their clothes in the bathroom, feeling indescribably complicated.

"Am I really celebrating my birthday?" Nan Yucheng asked with question marks all over his head: "I think I am going through a catastrophe... No, it may not be as difficult as me."

Qin Jiheng held back a smile and enlightened him: "At least you have received a lot of gifts."

Nan Yucheng calmed down a little when he thought of this.

Taking advantage of Shao Cong's "getting drunk" with cold water, Qin Jiheng asked Nan Yucheng, "Which gift do you like the most?"

"I really like it." This is not coping, Nan Yucheng really thinks so.

He was already very touched that someone could give him a gift, how could he ask the other party to give him something?

"Impossible, there is always the best one." Qin Jiheng seemed to have held back these words for a long time, and while washing the ink marks on the coat with hand sanitizer until the traces could not be seen, he said, "Tell me , I’m curious.”

Seeing that he was still a "brother", Nan Yucheng didn't bother with this underage guy.

He didn't know that the comparison between himself and Qin Jiheng in age was very naive, as if a three-year-old thought that a two-and-a-half-year-old was ignorant.

He touched his chin and said, "I'm serious."

Seeing that he didn't take the bait for a long time, Qin Jiheng couldn't help but add: "But the one I gave you is the most expensive."

Only then did Nan Yucheng realize what he meant, and he couldn't help laughing: "You don't need money to measure your heart."

Although Qin Jiheng's gift was indeed... the one that touched him the most.

After hearing his reply, Qin Jiheng didn't speak immediately, but wrung out his school uniform and threw it to him: "Hold on."

Nan Yucheng didn't react, but still instinctively took his school uniform and stood like a drying rack.

The school uniform in his hand was also snatched by Qin Jiheng. While washing it, the young man said in a neutral voice: "The heart is also the most important."

Nan Yucheng coughed lightly.

Just as he was about to say something, Shao Cong came back after rinsing his mouth. He happened to overheard the conversation between the two, and couldn't help saying: "My intention to give gifts is also very precious, okay? And my game, is it Steam has ranked first recently, and Nan Yucheng also likes to play, and we can still go online together if we have a chance."

"That's different." Qin Jiheng said: "You two are father and son, we are..."

He didn't say the second half of the sentence, but Nan Yucheng already understood what he meant, and Shao Cong was not curious about what he didn't finish.

He only cared about the first half of Qin Jiheng's sentence.

Shao Cong was about to lose his temper on the spot and return to his old career as a school bully, but seeing the ink ideas all over his body, he suddenly had another idea.

He suppressed his anger, and shouted cheekily: "Mom, wash my clothes, I don't know how to do it myself."

Qin Jiheng didn't even look at him: "My dear boy, why don't you think about who gave you all the ink in this body?"

Shao Cong choked on his words, coughed in embarrassment, and muttered: "Then why do you want to wash Nan Yucheng, it's not like he can't do it."

Nan Yucheng also tried to grab his clothes: "I will do it myself."

Qin Jiheng didn't seem to take this matter to heart: "It's not for you, it's just that I have no place to hang my clothes after washing, so it's more convenient to ask you to take them for me."

Shao Cong felt that there was something wrong with his logic, but he couldn't tell, so he could only watch helplessly as the two washed up and went out.

Looking at his messy appearance in the mirror, he couldn't blame others, so he could only continue to tidy up by cursing.

Shao Cong was delayed in the bathroom for a long time. He is a young master himself, and he hasn't done much housework since he was a child.

Not only did he not wash his clothes clean, but he also got wet all over his body. He caught a cold before the afternoon class was over.

After struggling through the evening self-study, Shao Cong had a fever of 38 degrees when he returned to the dormitory. This sudden fever may be because he just went out for a wild run in the snow last night. The two reasons overlap Together, he is sick and in a daze now, and he doesn't look like a bully at all.

Although still a silly boy.

Nan Yucheng and Qin Jiheng took care of him while doing homework, and the system told Nan Yucheng that Shao Cong's cold this time was actually partly caused by the author.

"She gave Shao Cong a cold? Is it necessary?" Nan Yucheng was startled.

If Shao Cong had caught a cold, then Nan Yucheng would not take the responsibility on himself, but if it was because of the author...

The thoughts in Nan Yucheng's mind were repeated, but the system denied it: "Of course she didn't make Shao Cong catch a cold, it's just that she has the ability to make Shao Cong get better quickly or survive without a fever, it's just her Nothing more."

The system paused, and then said: "She recently hung up the leave note to stop updating. She did this to make sure that Qin Jiheng really has nothing to do with others?"

"Then what's the use of letting Shao Cong get sick." Nan Yucheng heaved a sigh of relief, but still frowned.

"People are the most vulnerable when they are sick, and Shao Cong is also the stock hero he set up." The system said: "Take this opportunity, if you express your feelings, then..."

Nan Yucheng understood.

Although he thought it was impossible for Shao Cong to do this, he still had to confirm one thing: "Will she stop messing with me after she confirms it?"

"It will probably stop for a while." The system nodded: "You can make your own decision."

Nan Yucheng nodded.

Of course it would be a good thing for the author of this book not to add more pressure to his already chaotic days, but Shao Cong suffered.

Fortunately, the system also said that Shao Cong's cold was caused by himself. It has nothing to do with the author, and naturally it has nothing to do with Nan Yucheng and Qin Jiheng. Nan Yucheng doesn't need to feel guilty.

Shao Cong was lying on the bed in the dormitory, looking at the board above his head, feeling dizzy.

After a long time, he said seriously: "Nan Yucheng, do you know?"

"Know what?" Nan Yucheng asked.

"Kamen Rider really exists." Shao Cong said firmly.

Nan Yucheng: ...

Come on, idiot.

He pushed back Shao Cong who was about to get up and transform, and covered him with a quilt: "Go to sleep, it will be fine when you wake up."

Shao Cong shook his head and continued: "Kamen Rider!"

Nan Yucheng tucked the quilt tightly: "Sleep!"

Shao Cong: "Oh."

Seeing the interaction between the two of them, Qin Jiheng couldn't help sighing, "You are so fucking like you."

Nan Yucheng pricked up his ears and was vigilant: "Don't change the concept secretly, I'm his father!"

Qin Jiheng suppressed a smile: "Okay."

He pointed to the exercise book on the table, and said, "Nan Yucheng, I don't know how to do this question, please teach me."

Nan Yucheng walked over and took a look. It was indeed a super-class question, and a normal senior high school student like Qin Jiheng would definitely not be able to do it.

"How did you know I would?" he asked.

"I saw you wrote the answer." Qin Jiheng said.

Nan Yucheng looked at the exercise book he had spread aside, and understood.

He explained to Qin Jiheng the idea of ​​solving the whole problem, and finally asked, "Do you understand?"

"Understood." Qin Jiheng nodded, but his expression fell into deep thought: "This question...have you learned it before?"

Nan Yucheng tightened his hand holding the pen, and quickly replied: "Ah, I saw it when I was writing the questions two days ago."

"Really?" Qin Jiheng asked with a smile. He originally just asked casually, but seeing Nan Yucheng's reaction, he felt that he had discovered something.

"Of course." Nan Yucheng quickly changed the subject and looked at Shao Cong intentionally: "Oh, this stupid son, he can't even wash clothes. It's also rich and rich, why is there such a big gap between people."

"You don't look like... a wealthy man." But Nan Yucheng miscalculated this time, the topic was indeed taken away, but it seemed to fall on another wrong point.Qin Jiheng looked at him thoughtfully: "Master Nan, have you forgotten yourself?"

Nan Yucheng pinched himself severely, and scolded himself for his brain cramps: "I usually live alone, so I am more independent."

Qin Jiheng smiled softly: "My parents also specially trained me in this area. They all said that they don't want me to rely too much on my family."

"This is a good thing." Nan Yucheng said with a dry smile.

"Yes." Qin Jiheng seemed to have dispelled the problem in his heart, and turned his head to study.

Obviously everything that should be said has been said, but the atmosphere is a bit weird.

Nan Yucheng had one head and two big ones, Qin Jiheng obviously had some doubts, but he didn't know where these doubts came from.

If they were already together, and Nan Yucheng decided to stay here, maybe he would tell him everything.

But now, not to mention anything else, even the author would not agree with Nan Yucheng to reveal the truth.

"By the way, which city did you go to school in?" Just when Nan Yucheng was so entangled, Qin Jiheng suddenly asked again: "Are you around here?"

Nan Yucheng, who had never learned the geography of this semi-overhead world, was completely bewildered.

He didn't know how to reply, and he didn't know how much he had revealed to Qin Jiheng.

He frantically called the system, and the system was not very clear, so he could only look for the map of this novel world.

Just when Nan Yucheng thought he was doomed, Shao Cong, who was half asleep and half awake, suddenly shouted: "My wife, Asuna! Hehehe..."

Nan Yucheng: ...

Qin Jiheng: ...

The stalemate just now disappeared without a trace, and Nan Yucheng immediately got up to look at Shao Cong.

Looking at the sleeping young man, Nan Yucheng shouted in his heart:

"As expected of you! Dad's big boy!"

The author has something to say: Yuyu: Conger!Dad loves you!

Hmph: Cong'er!Look, mom can't beat you to death!

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