Save the villain and become the villain [Quick Wear]

The temperature started to drop in the middle of September, and the drop was erratic. A few days ago, Qi Yang had turned on the cooling, but today he turned on the heating.

While Qin Su was washing his hair, the heavy rain predicted by the weather forecast came early.

He sat on the blanket facing the sofa, listening to the sound of rain, and rarely felt irritated. Qi Yang took a comb and gently combed his hair and divided it into sections.

Feeling the slight warmth from the hand supporting his head, warming his somewhat cold scalp, Qin Su felt his nerve endings gradually becoming numb from the alternation of cold and heat, a comfort that made him tremble.

The comb was put down, and the cold scissors and warm fingers occasionally moved through the hair, and the first hair to be cut was the troublesome hair on the forehead.

When his hair fell, it poked his eyes and made him feel a little uncomfortable, so he closed his eyes silently. Slowly, he felt drowsy, but Qi Yang would always interrupt him.

Qi Yang has his own aesthetic taste and wants to give him a 3:7 split lid. Although he only has a pair of scissors, it is not a difficult problem for him.

But Qin Su wanted to save some trouble and hoped to have a buzz cut so that it would be convenient to wash his hair and he wouldn't have to cut his hair for a long time, so he had to give up with regret.

The hair that was past the ears was cut off piece by piece. Qi Yang was too lazy to move, so he told Qin Su to turn around by himself.

Looking at Qin Su with a buzz cut, he found that he was quite pleasing to the eye. He looked much more energetic and completely revealed his face.

Perhaps because he has already tasted the brunt of society in advance, he lacks the immaturity and greenness of his age. His facial features are clear and have a vague temperament between a boy and a young man. His standard sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes are particularly prominent, carrying an almost aggressive impact.

Qi Yang once again sighed that today's villains are just like the protagonists, and have very high requirements for appearance.

He hooked his fingers on the scissors and stroked his chin as he looked at Qin Su, who was touching his head from time to time. He felt his heart beating fast, but after a while he could only look away with regret.

He took a tissue and wiped the scissors clean, motioned Qin Su to move aside, stood up and patted the broken hair that fell on him, and said lightly: "There is a vacuum cleaner in the utility room, bring it over and deal with it."

Qin Su didn't know why he looked at him for so long just now. Now when he heard his voice which was obviously much colder, he was immediately separated from the warm atmosphere and felt a little lost for some reason.

He asked tentatively, "Does it look good?"

"My craftsmanship, of course it looks good."

Hearing that his tone was still familiar, Qin Su breathed a sigh of relief.

The two of them had dinner directly outside the community. There was nothing to do at the moment, so Qi Yang strolled over to water the flowers, then took out his homework and started doing it.

Since there were people at home, he didn't go into the study to do his homework, but did it on the dining table.

Qin Su took the vacuum cleaner and vacuumed the blanket and sofa, but he was still somewhat obsessed with the blanket, so he squatted down and picked up the strands one by one.

Qi Yang heard the vacuum cleaner stop, came over to take a look, and flicked Qin Su's head with his finger: "Then why are you so stubborn? There are hourly workers coming to clean on Saturday, aren't they more professional than you? You should read more books during this time. Have you passed the exam?"

Qin Su immediately emptied the garbage in the vacuum cleaner and put it back in its place, took out the homework from his schoolbag, sat on Qi Yang's right and started doing it.

He planned to first do subjects like Chinese and English, which he could still catch up with.

After finishing the multiple-choice questions, he was trying hard to understand the meaning of each word in the difficult classical Chinese text when he suddenly heard the sound of test papers being turned.

He looked up and noticed that Qi Yang was answering the questions so quickly that he seemed to be writing at random. He basically just glanced at the questions and then wrote on the answer sheet.

The dining table was made of marble, and the tip of the pen made a crisp sound when tapping on it through a thin layer of paper. The sound of Qi Yang's writing was just like his thoughts, always smooth and even, mixed with the sound of rain, and it did not sound noisy at all.

He leaned forward slightly and recognized that it was the test paper that Qi Yang had asked the physics teacher for after school. Because the direction was twisted 90 degrees, he had some difficulty in recognizing the questions. When he remembered the title of the test paper, it seemed to be the rematch questions of this year's physics competition.

As a former top student, he certainly knew how valuable this test paper was. Seeing Qi Yang finish one question in a blink of an eye and start looking at the next one, he couldn't help but admire him.

Qi Yang certainly noticed such an obvious look. After writing the word "解" on the answer to the next question, he looked up and smiled helplessly: "Student Qin, if you keep looking at me like this, I will really misunderstand you."

Qin Su asked subconsciously: "What's the misunderstanding?"

Qi Yang held the pen and supported his chin as he looked at him. His smile deepened. He blinked slightly and gave him a wink: "What do you think?"

Qin Su lowered his head in panic, his ears turned completely red. This time there was no hair to cover them, so Qi Yang could see them clearly.

Qi Yang raised his eyebrows, leaned over on the table, tilted his head to look at his face, and was surprised that only his ears turned red but not his face.

However, this attitude also made him sense something. After thinking about the result carefully, he asked in this posture: "Student Qin, do you like me?"

There was a smile in his voice, and the ending tone rose slightly, grabbing people like a hook.

Qin Su couldn't help but raise his hand to rub his ears. At the same time, he quickly glanced at him, then pretended to be calm and looked away.

He pursed his lips tightly and did not speak for a long time, but the aura around him changed invisibly, as if the thorn that had been softened had become hard again.

Seeing that his knuckles turned blue due to the force of holding the pen, the smile on Qi Yang's face gradually faded, and he felt that this was rather boring.

He sat upright, twirling the black fountain pen in his hand nonchalantly, with a hint of regret and condemnation that was hard to tell whether real or fake:

"I have helped you a lot, but in Qin's heart, I am not even worthy of your love? Sigh!"

"No." Qin Su wanted to explain, but he didn't know how to explain it for a moment as he had no emotional experience. He always felt uneasy when using the word "like" to describe Qi Yang.

What made him most uneasy was that he did not reject the word, but when he thought of his own situation and compared it with the glamorous Yu Yuanzhou, he instinctively retreated and felt that he was not worthy of being said to like someone, no matter what kind of like it was.

Qin Su suppressed his frustration and said after a while: "I am very grateful to you. I want to be your brother for life."

Qi Yang smiled faintly, his eyes clear and honest: "Okay."

The pen turned around and around on his fingertips, and stopped with the little thought that emerged.

002 squatted in front of him, stared at him and said speechlessly: "Will you die if you don't fall in love?"

"Life is so boring without a romantic relationship."

"Won't you be sad when you leave? You're not in the Raiders group now."

Qi Yang did not answer. He glanced at the question and started solving it.

Qin Su saw that he continued to do the questions as if nothing had happened, but he looked unhappy with the corner of his mouth turned down. He pursed his lips and inexplicably felt that he had done something wrong.

He looked at it for a while, and when he was about to continue doing his homework, he heard him say without raising his head: "I don't have the answer on my face, Qin, if you don't understand something, you can ask directly. I am not biased."