Brother Han, I'm sweet

There is no milk tea shop in the school, if you can buy it, go to a milk tea shop at the side entrance of the school.

Chi Kexin handed over the money directly, "Boss, here are 12 cups of original milk tea, plus a cup of matcha flavor."

"Do the matcha flavor first?"

Chi Kexin shook his head, "Don't do it first, boss, see if this works. You make 6 cups of original flavor first, then make a matcha cup, and then make 6 cups of original flavor."

After Chi Kexin finished speaking, he was a little embarrassed, but there was no other way, what if the first one got cold, and the second one would burn his mouth.

The boss smiled and said bluntly, "Okay, just wait, this is your money."

Chi Kexin made up the money for buying matcha, and then put it all in his pocket, staring at the owner of the milk tea shop busy, with the corners of his lips ticking upwards.

He didn't want to say that he was so happy to buy a milk tea for Brother Han.

During this period of time, I was ill. When it was serious, I didn’t have the class. I was in a daze all day long. I still couldn’t remember clearly what I did.

Missed a lot of opportunities to get along with his brother Han.

"Xiaochi? I'll go, I didn't even recognize it when it was so tightly wrapped."

Chi Kexin looked up, and Meng Yuan appeared out of nowhere.

"What are you doing here, senior?"

Meng Yuan took his chin and beat the pestle on a street extending in front of the pestle, "I was playing games with a few buddies in an Internet cafe."

Chi Kexin glanced in that direction, "Where is there an Internet cafe?"

Meng Yuan just laughed, "I don't know, it's very biased. I only found out about it in the second semester of my freshman year. There's a tattoo parlor next to it."

Chi Kexin hummed, not very interested.

"Please drink milk tea."

Meng Yuan said briskly, "Okay, I want matcha flavor."

The novice Chi Ke paused, and he thought to himself, what kind of matcha flavor do you want, this matcha is obviously from my brother Han, if you want it, his brother Han is not unique.

"Shall I buy you an Internet celebrity dirty tea?"

Meng Yuan laughed twice, "Could it be that I'm low, I don't even know that there is Internet black tea."

Chi Kexin: "I don't know, my roommate plays Dou Xiaoshan video, he knows a lot."

Meng Yuan: "Well, I have nothing to choose."

So Chi Kexin bought another dirty tea alone, asked the boss to make it first, and gave it to Meng Yuan to drink first.

Meng Yuan poked Chi Kexin's hat with an itchy hand, "You really are the person with the most hats I've ever seen. There are all kinds of colors, and you still wear them every day. Aren't you hot?"

Chi Kexin took off his hat, and Meng Yuan poked it crookedly, "It's too cold, fully armed."

Meng Yuan nodded, looked at Chi Kexin again, and said unexpectedly, "You look so good-looking."

Chi Kexin: "Huh?"

Meng Yuan consciously made a slip of the tongue: "I said that your hat is especially suitable for your face."

Chi Kexin's eyes lit up instantly, and his tone was also happy, "Really?"

Seeing Meng Yuan nodded in a daze, he set off fireworks crackling in his heart.

He dresses up so beautifully every day to make Han Rui handsome.

Originally, he thought that this hat made him look good, but now he is better and full of confidence.

Chi Kexin was raised in Hangzhou. He is juicy. There is a small black mole under the corner of his eye. He looks delicate and very delicate.

He bent his eyes and glanced at Meng Yuan happily, feeling that his own height was also suitable.

His Brother Han is about as tall as Meng Yuan.

It's also suitable for him to look half a head lower than Han Rui, and for the rest, just make Brother Han look bloody.

Seeing Chi Kexin smiling at him, Meng Yuan's expression suddenly changed, and he turned his head awkwardly, his heart beating so fast.

This was the first time that Chi Kexin felt that milk tea could be heavy, and when he brought the milk tea over, his hands felt sour.

Originally, he planned to let Meng Yuan go first, but when he saw that Chi Kexin was doing so much, he helped him out.

The Shangshoubang also served six or seven cups per person. After putting the milk tea on the table, Chi Kexin moved his fingers, and the red marks of the past few days were particularly obvious on his fair fingers.

Chi Kexin was thinking about whether it would affect his appearance for a while, so Meng Yuan walked over to Du Hao and chatted with him, looking familiar.

Chi Kexin went over to hand over the change, and stood at the table to untie his scarf.

Han Rui and a few classmates walked into the school auditorium with air-conditioning from the outside, and they really didn't feel any better.

He glanced up, and the figure moving the stereo in the corner looked very familiar to him.

Like Chi Kexin.

Han Rui frowned, and pressed the center of his brows. Recently, he always thought of Chi Kexin, and was always worried about whether his illness was cured. Now when he sees someone, he feels like him, maybe he is not dazed.

Chi Kexin was always paying attention to the door, and when Han Rui came, he put down the stereo and ran over, "Brother Han."

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Chi Kexin: Brother Han, drink milk tea. Senior Meng Yuan asked for matcha flavor and I didn't even give it.

Han Rui: Touch your head.