your boyfriend

Wen Che's family has a small villa in a well-known wealthy area in Nanchuan. It was a 16-year-old birthday gift from his grandfather. Wen Che's name is written in the household registration book, and the decoration style and furnishings are also in accordance with Young Master Wen's preferences. Come on, the large living room on the first floor was directly transformed into a large game arcade with all the facilities, and it became the best choice for them to gather together to have a party and play games.

However, today's villa seems to be a little different from usual, because there is a heresy hidden here——

Meng Qinshi changed his usual posture of playing games that his mother didn't recognize, holding an English book in his hand, looking superb, and still muttering words in his mouth, from time to time he took a pen to write a few lines on the book, then The attitude should be as serious as possible. If the people present hadn't been too familiar with Mr. Meng's past style, they would probably have thought that he was a good student who was unwilling to sneak into the crowd of bad boys.

The swelling on Wen Che's face hadn't completely subsided. Taking advantage of the gap in the progress of the game, he hooked Meng Qin's neck and shook it, and said sadly, "Meng'er, what's wrong with you? You were hit by a stick surnamed Tian. Are you dumbfounded or struck by lightning in the middle of the night? How did you become like this? You brought a schoolbag when you were partying with us? Oh my God!"

Young Master Wen, who has delicate skin and tender flesh, has now turned into a Yue Yunpeng emoji.

"Look! Tut tut tut!" Jiang Shen took two fingers out of Meng Qinshi's schoolbag and slipped out a "Book from Heaven" with a dark purple cover, as if he was carrying a salted fish that had stinked for many years, his face full of disgust, He shook the book, smacked his lips and said, "Five-year college entrance examination and three-year imitation! What kind of ideological awareness is this?"

"You fucking put it down!" Meng Qinshi stretched out his hand to snatch Wu San from Jiang Shen's hand, and carefully smoothed the wrinkles made by him, and said very distressed: "This is our Qin family. What Jin gave me, is it something you can touch?"

Zhuang Yiming took out another book with a pure white cover from his schoolbag, and sighed with relief on his face: "I, Meng, am going to Tsinghua University and Peking University. The textbook is fully interpreted, and it's fucking chemistry. Can you understand it?" ?”

Meng Qinshi couldn't bear it anymore, reached out and snatched it, and then simply put his schoolbag behind his back, and turned his disgust at these ignorant little bastards: "It's alright, alright, I'm going to work hard now, why? ? Do you have an opinion?"

"Meng'er!" Jiang Shen sat down next to him, put his hand on his shoulder, and said earnestly, like an old man teaching his son: "We have no objection if you want to be angry, but the problem is, you see Do you understand? For you, which one is not a heavenly book? You can recognize these characters when you take them apart, but can they be put together? Does it become alien literature?"

Meng Qinshi looked down at the book in his hand, and nodded in agreement: "I don't understand it."

Let’s not talk about liberal arts, rote memorization can always get results; but science is not good, a bunch of formulas have their own usage, trigonometric functions, Pythagorean law, element cycle, universal gravitation, mathematics is easy to say, but Meng Qinshi basically can’t tell the difference Which is chemistry and which is physics.

Jiang Shen followed up and said: "So! What's the use of you staring at them here? You can't empathize with them, you are not in the same dimension, you can only fail to connect."

"Then what should I do?" Meng Qinshi was a little mad. After all, Haikou has boasted, and with Qin Jin's personality, it is absolutely impossible for them to let go casually. Then what is the first date between the two of them? Can't it be indefinitely?

Wen Che held the potato chip packaging bag with one hand, took out a handful from it with the other, stuffed it into his mouth, and said vaguely: "Is this easy? Find your little bamboo horse to tutor you, it can also enhance your relationship, how great thing!"

"No, I can't find him." Meng Qinshi refused without thinking.

Wen Che's voice raised a little: "Why? Isn't this a very good opportunity, lonely men and widows sharing a room or something."

"No!" Meng Qinshi repeated again: "Oh, you don't understand even if I tell you."

Seeing this, Zhuang Yiming leaned over and came up with an idea: "Then I have a solution, will you listen?"

What can you do? I'm full of bad ideas.Meng Qinshi slandered, and casually asked: "What method, tell me?"

"Remember that little bitch?" Zhuang Yiming asked.

"Which one?" Meng Qinshi's face was blank, and he had no impression of the person he was talking about.

"Oh!" Wen Che suddenly realized, and slapped Meng Qinshi's thigh with a palm: "You mean that Bai Shuyi, that bitch Xixi?"

When he said this, Meng Qin suddenly remembered.In junior high school, there was a boy in our class who looked as fair as a little girl. He was quieter than girls when he spoke and acted. He had good grades and was obedient.

So much so that when the first day of junior high school started, they were blocked at the school gate to ask for pocket money. Later, Meng Qinshi and the others drew their swords to help when they saw injustice. Since then, they have turned into little followers, chasing after them every day.

The full little fan posture——

Bai Shuyi got good grades. She sprinted before the senior high school entrance examination and finally got into Nanchuan No. [-] Middle School. On the day of graduation, De and Meng Qinshi cried and hugged each other goodbye. Lu Yiping didn't cry as much as he did when Lu Yiping bid farewell to He Shuhuan.

Those who didn't know thought it was the graduation breakup season.

Meng Qinshi snorted, "Are you looking for him for tutoring?"

Among the few people, Zhuang Yiming was the only one who memorized his contact information carefully. After a phone call, Bai Shuyi hurriedly escaped from the cram school, carrying a schoolbag of tutoring materials and rushing towards the small villa.

When he arrived, it was already dinner time.I haven't seen her for two years, but Bai Shuyi has grown taller, with a milky white baby face, and big eyes that are watery, which makes her look very irritating.

He probably trotted all the way here, he was still panting heavily when he entered the door, his eyes lit up the moment he saw Meng Qin, he wanted to rush over to give someone a hug, but in the end he didn't have the guts, he just stretched out his hand to grab him. Pulling the corner of Meng Qinshi's clothes, she looked like a little daughter-in-law.

"Brother Meng, I miss you." Bai Shuyi spoke in a soft tone, and if he didn't listen carefully, he thought it was some neutral girl.

Meng Qinshi gasped when he heard that, and subconsciously took a step back, smiling a little awkwardly: "Xiaobai, I have something to ask you."

"Tell me, if you have anything to say, just say it!" Bai Shuyi replied without hesitation, seeing his posture, even if Meng Qinshi asked him to perform a striptease right now, he would readily agree.

Meng Qinshi shook the book in his hand in front of him: "I want to ask you to help me with my homework, do you think it's okay?"

Bai Shuyi's expression became very subtle. When he looked at Meng Qin, he turned his puzzled eyes to the people present, scanned around, and after confirming that Meng Qin was indeed him, he said ah, mechanically Nodded: "Okay, which one do you want to make up?"

"All." Meng Qinshi replied: "Next month's mid-term exam, I have to be in the top [-] of my grade."

Bai Shuyi's face froze: "Brother Meng, what grade are you in now?"

Meng Qinshi took a deep breath and pointed a number 1 at the person.

Bai Shuyi: "..." It can't be the number one.

An afternoon of tutoring is actually not very helpful. Before leaving, Meng Qinshi added Bai Shuyi's WeChat, and the other party told him that he could contact him at any time if necessary. Looking at Bai Shuyi's enthusiastic smile, Meng Qinshi began to reflect on his junior high school. Is the attitude towards others a bit too indifferent.

When he got home, he locked himself in the study.Qin Jin went to work in the coffee shop and hasn't come back yet, just in time, he can take out the knowledge points just mentioned and memorize them again.

Bai Shuyi drew a lot of knowledge points in his textbook, and some of them were very clear and clear annotations at a glance. It was better than staring at a textbook that he couldn't understand a word in a daze.

The clock pointed to nine o'clock, and the door was finally opened. Qin Jin dragged his exhausted body into the room, stood in the dark entrance and looked in. The door of the study was ajar, and there was faint light coming from inside.

When I got home and didn't see Meng Qin lying on the sofa playing games or watching TV, I was really not used to it.

In his hand, he was still holding the cake box forced by the owner of the coffee shop, which contained a piece of matcha mousse.The moment Qin Jin pushed open the study door, Meng Qin, who was discussing exercises with Bai Shuyi on WeChat, subconsciously kicked his phone into his pocket, and turned around in panic.

"Hey, you're back?" Meng Qinshi's smile was a little embarrassed, as if he had been found out of an adulterous relationship, and he felt guilty.

Qin Jin's gaze moved away from his trouser pocket, and landed on the mountain of review materials at hand. He hummed and raised the box in his hand: "Do you want to eat?"

"Ah, eat! Eat!" Meng Qinshi nodded quickly, put away the stationery and books in a hurry, and came towards Qin Jin full of joy, reaching out to get the cake box.

Qin Jin took a step back: "Go wash your hands first."

"Oh, yes." Meng Qinshi nodded obediently, then turned into the bathroom.

When Meng Qinshi came out, Qin Jin had already packed the cake in two small plates. He sat on the sofa in the living room, lowered his head and wiped the matcha powder on his hands with a wet tissue paper.

Meng Qinshi sat down next to him, picked up a topic at random and said, "We went to Wen Che's house today, and they asked about you, why didn't I take you with me, would you like to come with me next time?"

"En." Qin Jin responded briefly.

"Well, wait until next week..." Meng Qinshi hadn't finished speaking when the phone rang, and it sounded like three consecutive WeChat messages.

Qin Jin held his own small plate of cake, poked a small spoonful of it into his mouth, and seemed completely unconcerned about who would send three WeChat messages to Meng Qinshi at such a time.

Meng Qinshi had no choice but to put down the fork in his hand, took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, and clicked on WeChat, only to find that there were three voice messages. Without thinking about it, he pressed play directly, before he could put the mobile phone to his ear.

Only Bai Shuyi's delicate voice was released, echoing in the already quiet and empty living room.

"Brother Meng~ Do you have something to do tomorrow afternoon? Do you want to come to my house? There is no one in my house~~~"

Snapped--

Meng Qinshi's cell phone directly smashed into the piece of matcha mousse, he turned his head stiffly to look at Qin Jin with a calm face, and his heart felt cold for a moment.

"Matcha mousse?" Qin Jin said to himself, with a chilly voice: "Why is the boss so good at giving it?"