I wish good times to be good times

The sky gradually drew up on the screen, and the neon lights at night felt extraordinarily dazzling, and only two figures could be seen in the room, who were desperately brushing up questions.

Mu Jiajin was sitting in front of the window, with a paper in front of him. Next to the paper was a clean manuscript. Mu Jiajin never touched that manuscript, and wrote clean answers directly on the paper.

But in the back, the two of them worked on the questions for a long time, and three or four papers were almost finished. At this time, Mu Jiajin stared at a question for a long time, as if he could not figure out the answer for a long time.

He was finally willing to use the manuscript paper beside him, but his eyes kept looking at Ye Liangchen, as if he could get the answer from there.

But it seemed to be true. After reading it, he began to write on the manuscript paper, but then he froze again, and Mu Jiajin stared at the paper again in a daze.

He was in a daze while writing something on the draft paper, and then he only felt that the more he wrote on the draft paper, the more he felt

Draw a person? !

Mu Jiajin just stared blankly at the character on the draft paper, smiling silly.

Ye Liangchen was also brushing the questions aside, but his speed of brushing the questions was no slower than that of Mu Jiajin. After finishing the last paper, Ye Liangchen stretched his waist and looked at Mu Jiajin with a lazy expression. Smirking at the draft paper.

Ye Liangchen's expression froze slightly, and he frowned and asked, "Ah Jin, what's wrong? Why are you smiling like that at a manuscript paper?"

"Uh... huh? No, it's nothing. I just got stuck on a question." Mu Jiajin said in a hurry, as if worried that he might see something about him.

Ye Liangchen asked: "Really? Which question? I've already done it. Let me help you look at it."

Ye Liangchen stood up from his chair as he said that, and when he walked over, he saw Mu Jiajin hastily hid the manuscript paper on his desk.

Ye Liangchen's expression froze slightly when he saw it, and said, "Ah Jin, what are you hiding?"

"No, it's nothing..." The more Mu Jiajin spoke, the more confident he became, but his lack of confidence made Ye Liangchen see the clue.

Ye Liangchen reached out to grab a piece of manuscript paper, Mu Jiajin lifted it up with one hand, and kept swinging it in the air.

When Ye Liangchen came from the left, he hid on the right; when Ye Liangchen came from the right, he hid to the left; when Ye Liangchen came from the front, he threw his hands back.

Just at this moment, Mu Jiajin held his draft in one hand and raised it backwards, and pressed the other hand against Ye Liangchen's chest.

In order to get that draft, Ye Liangchen directly pressed his whole body on him.

Mu Jiajin also did his tricks, supported Ye Liangchen's cruel hand, and let it go suddenly, Ye Liangchen fell into his arms.

Ye Liangchen finally got the draft, but when he was about to read it, Mu Jiajin looked at him affectionately.

Only then did Ye Liangchen realize that the hand that Mu Jiajin was supporting him just now had loosened.

Ye Liangchen suddenly felt a little overwhelmed, he felt his ears burning up, Ye Liangchen stammered: "...Ajin, you, why did you let go?"

The corners of Mu Jiajin's mouth curled into a beautiful arc, and he smiled and said, "You threw yourself into my arms, so if I've been supporting you, it wouldn't be right. Wouldn't it appear that I'm isolating you on purpose?"

It's really eloquent.

Ye Liangchen said: "It's not Ah Jin, it's not what you think..."

Mu Jiajin interjected and said, "What am I thinking? If you really want to know what is drawn on the draft paper, then you can just take a look. I was stuck with that question, and then there was nothing If you can draw, I will draw you!"

Ye Liangchen looked at Mu Jiajin suspiciously, and said, "You, Ajin? Isn't it?"