The susceptibility period is ticked off by the enemy

The get out of class bell rang on time.

Qin Cheng rubbed his neck, which was sore after a class, and turned his head to look at Jian Heng.

Still sleeping, awesome.

He was in a daze, and a roar hit his eardrums, "Qin Cheng, come out!!!"

Qin Cheng shuddered, and stopped taking cigarettes out of his schoolbag.Looking up, Old Xu was looking at him at the door, his eyes burning.

Qin Cheng rubbed the back of his head, it was time for Qiu Hou to settle the score.

In the office, Qin Cheng stood opposite Lao Xu with an innocent face.

Old Xu took a picture of the student's disciplinary punishment sheet on the table, and didn't bother to scold him: "The director suspends your class for a day, and go home to reflect. Next time you commit a crime again, I will definitely ask your mother to come to the school."

Qin Cheng picked up the punishment sheet and said thank you teacher.

The class was in a mess, Qin Cheng lazily walked back to his seat and picked up his schoolbag.Jian Heng was still sleeping unconscious on the side.

Qin Cheng paused as he walked forward, suddenly feeling upset.

An emotion called "I'm suspending classes is because of you, you can still sleep with peace of mind" spread, Qin Cheng frowned, leaned over, and looked at Jian Heng's side face.

"Class begins!"

Jian Heng didn't lift his eyelids.

Qin Cheng looked at him for a while.

A few seconds later, the corners of his mouth turned up—the overwhelming smell of wet wood suddenly enveloped Jian Heng, and he closed it as soon as he let it go.

The effect is remarkable.

When Jian Heng raised his head, his face was still blank with just waking up, and he looked at him unfocused.

Qin Cheng felt relieved, and went out before Jian Heng fully woke up.

The Heping community has a long history, and due to its proximity to their fifth middle school, the housing prices have soared a lot in recent years, but it still cannot change the fact that it is broken.

The gray-brown building has mottled and peeling paint, and there are messy small advertisements pasted on it, and no one cares about it. From a distance, it has an inexplicable sense of déjà vu from an abstract painting of a celebrity.

Qin Cheng got off the car at the door, lifted the car up to the third floor, took out the key, opened the door and pushed the car in.

The security level of their old community is zero, and if it is locked, it is equal to not being locked. If you leave it downstairs for a long time, you will definitely not be able to find any car marks.

The tall boy squeezed into the short old two-bedroom, one-living room. The room was small but tidy.

A middle-aged female voice came from the bedroom: "Small town?"

Qin Cheng put the bicycle away by the door, and spoke first: "Mom, someone bullied me in the morning and I fought back. Because your son won, Lao Xu suspended my class for a day."

He walked towards the master bedroom while talking, opened the door and said with a smile: "Do you think she is jealous that you have such a handsome son who can beat you?"

Song Yingmei was leaning against the head of the bed, with a half-embroidered cross-stitch on her lap, and a pair of glasses hanging on the bridge of her nose. Hearing this, she immediately looked up and down at him, and asked worriedly, "Did he hit you? Are you injured?"

"No," Qin Cheng came over and lay down next to her, very obedient, "Your son is so powerful."

Qin Cheng was not afraid of anything, but he was afraid that Old Xu would get his mother involved.His mother is not in good health, and he never dared to make her angry.

The last time the director called his mother completely touched his bottom line, he went directly to Lao Xu, and the two reached an agreement that as long as he didn't blow up the fifth middle school, the parents' meeting wouldn't even come.

Song Yingmei touched his head, looking a little tired.

"Stop embroidering, it's a waste of your eyes." Qin Cheng took the cross-stitch on her leg, turned around and put it on the top of the closet with his height, and acted like a baby, "Your son earns money to support the family, and you just need to be in charge of being beautiful!"

"Okay, I won't embroider," Song Yingmei smiled at her son, with pride and distress in her eyes, and patted his arm, "Go back to study, don't miss the class. Don't stay up all night, mom can still earn money."

Qin Cheng responded repeatedly, and just about to close the door, he paused, took the cross stitch away worryingly, and hid it in the living room.

Qin Cheng's room is not big, with a bed, a wardrobe and a computer desk.

The quilt on the bed was not folded, and it was rolled up with the pillows and piled up on the head of the bed. There was a small table on the right side of the bed, which was full of water cups, wristbands, chargers, paper drawers...

The electronic equipment on the computer table to the left of the bed was as neat as if it was in another space—the black keyboard, mouse, and display were wiped clean, without any fingerprints or sweat stains, and the table was spotless.

Those who are knowledgeable can tell at a glance that these are professional equipment, the price is not cheap, and the feel of playing games is unmatched by ordinary keyboards and mice.

Qin Cheng entered the room without doing anything else, and tapped the keyboard first with his fingers habitually. The unique crisp "click" sound of the green axis sounded in the room. The straight man hooked the corners of his mouth in satisfaction, turned on the computer, and started a game. practice hands.

……

The time to play games always flies by, and it was past five o'clock by the time Qin Cheng got up.

He stretched himself, opened the door and shouted, "Mom, I'm a little hungry~"

Song Yingmei's voice came from the kitchen: "You baked the pie, don't eat it yet. We have a new neighbor moving across the door, you can send two yuan over and say hello."

Qin Cheng replied lazily, a little curious.

The opposite door used to be lived by a young couple, who quarreled every day over the house. The sound insulation of the old house was not good. For some reason, he stayed up late every day, and was so noisy that he couldn't sleep in the second half of the night.

During that time, he couldn't sleep well at night and couldn't wake up in the morning, and he was almost going to have a nervous breakdown.

Not long ago, the young couple finally saved enough money to move out, and they came back soon after.

Qin Cheng was not very optimistic and felt unhappy.

Holding the pie, he knocked on the door of 302.

After a while, there was a "click" on the door.

Qin Cheng raised his head lazily.

"Jane Heng?!!!"

Qin Cheng's hand holding the plate almost hit Jian Heng's nose. He was so surprised that he forgot his anger for a moment. Looking at the naked upper body, short inches and dripping water in front of him, he couldn't help but sigh: Life is so cruel. Mom is amazing.

Surprise flashed across Jian Heng's eyes, which was quickly replaced by indifference and calmness.His eyes first fell on his face, and then moved to his hand holding the plate——

A stack of baked golden and crispy pies is neatly placed on the plate, exuding a tempting aroma.

"Hey," Qin Cheng looked at him, with an inexplicably provocative tone, "My mother said that a new neighbor has moved in, so it's you."

Jian Heng leaned against the door expressionlessly, with no emotion in his tone: "Your mother asked you to give it?"

He is short with blue skin, broad shoulders and narrow waist, and there are still drops of water on his body just after taking a shower. He slid down the bronze-colored abdominal muscles ignorantly, and fell into the depths of the mermaid line all the way, which aroused people's daydream...

Qin Cheng let out a groan, his eyes were a little bit blurred by his shaking, he paused, pointed behind him, and said, "I live right across the door from you."

It's a pity, he is also an Alpha, and he has what Jian Heng has, otherwise his eyes would turn green and lick him when he saw this scene.

The pheromone inevitably overflowed under the steaming water. Qin Cheng was only in shock just now, and then he noticed that the faint smell of incense lingered shallowly around him, and the feeling of rapid heartbeat and blood rushing came again, with finger Tips are trembling a bit.

Qin Cheng tried his best to ignore the discomfort, not wanting to show his timidity in front of Jian Heng.

He sent the plate forward, with a half-smile: "To be honest, if my mother hadn't asked me to deliver it, I would have slapped you with this plate now."

Jian Heng didn't look at him, his eyes fell on the plate.He has single eyelids, narrow and long eye tails, and drooping eyelids. When he looked down at something, he seemed to fall asleep, and the deserted aura reappeared.

Just when Qin Cheng decided that Jian Heng would take it back if he didn't take it, Jian Heng took the plate.

The fingers holding the plate are long and slender, with well-defined joints.Qin Cheng noticed it in the morning, it's a pity that these hands don't play the piano or something.It's just this face and temperament that don't look like someone who plays the piano, but like someone who plays drums.

A child with a stick.

Qin Cheng didn't want to make it difficult for his mother, so he added: "My mother's cooking skills are quite good, in the future——"

"Thank you, Auntie," Jian Heng interrupted him, "You can go."

This tone is really not friendly, not to mention that he has already put his hand on the door, and he is bluntly chasing people away.

Qin Cheng was stunned for a few seconds, it was the first time he was disgusted by rushing to deliver things, and his unhappiness evolved from wanting to scold people to wanting to beat people up.The voice was pressed in his throat: "What did you say?"

I really think you, brother Qin, have no temper. You're not pumping.

The two were about the same height, and their eyes were on the same level. There were sparks flying in the eyes of each other, one was indifferent, and the other was unhappy.

Jian Heng held the pie steadily with one hand, and closed the door without hesitation with the other hand.

A face that deserved a beating disappeared from sight, and Qin Cheng was stunned for two seconds before realizing that he was being knocked on the door.

"Hold."

Qin Cheng raised his foot to kick him, but Song Yingmei called him from the room: "Xiaocheng?"

He froze, put his legs down, couldn't get up and down, and his face was drooping.

After all, he didn't want his mother to worry, he rubbed his face twice, smiled and opened the door to go home.

Song Yingmei had finished eating when she went back, so Qin Cheng took some cakes from the kitchen and took them back to his room to eat.

He turned on the computer, dug out a casual horror movie, put on the earphones and watched it while eating.The person is sitting on a computer chair, with his long legs disheveled by the side of the bed, half lying down and looking at the screen.There is also a delicate cloth on the keyboard to prevent oil splashes.

His heartbeat has been pounding since seeing Jian Heng, and it hasn't slowed down until now.

Qin Cheng self-diagnosed that he was just upset and angry, and when he saw Jian Heng, he wanted to roll up his sleeves and fight.

He took a bite of the biscuit viciously, and the phone on the table rang untimely.

Ride on my beloved little motorcycle~~~He will never be stuck in traffic~~~Doo-doo-doo~~~~

Qin Cheng swallowed the pie, glanced at the caller ID, and answered the phone: "Qi'er?"

There was a lot of excitement over there, Tan Qi yelled: "My brother, hurry up! Play the game! It's live!"

Qin Cheng tilted his head to look at the time, then at the piece of cake left on the plate, lying on the chair and not wanting to move, his voice was still angry: "Your father is resting today."

"Don't rest my father, every inch of time is worth every inch of gold!" This side didn't hear it at all, and was still excited.

Qin Cheng was being hypocritical, he was more active in making money than anyone else, sat up, and said lazily, "Give Dad time for a piece of pie."

"Okay Dad!"

Qin Cheng opened the live broadcast room and Tan Qilian Mai, yawned lazily, and asked, "My son, what are you playing today?"

As soon as he went online, the number of people in the live broadcast room quickly soared to [-], and the barrage became a mess.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh dog man!!!"

"Dad Qin still playing Plants vs Zombies today hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha Is Dad vs. Plants vs. Zombies still playing Plants vs Zombies today, is Father Qin still playing Plants vs. Zombies?"

"Father Qin fucked me!!!"

"Playing with Carbon Seven again?"

"Don't stop me, I want to give my husband a rocket!"

……

"Eat chicken today!" Tan Qi said, "Let me experience the thrill of fried fish!"

Qin Cheng yawned, clicked on the game, and said casually, "Dad is so sleepy, he might be in trouble."

A prophecy.

When Qin Cheng drank a glass of water, he was shot to death. He choked, stared at the screen, and coughed for a long time.

The barrage music is crazy.

"Fish Pond Bureau, ruined hahahahaha"

"Father Qin has happiness written all over his face"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha"

……

Qin Cheng raised his eyebrows, and after a few seconds accepted the fact that he was ruined, he simply threw away the mouse, leaned back, and commanded unhappily: "Qi'er, avenge your father, spray him to death!"

Tan Qi held a sniper and aimed it in the distance, stopped laughing when he heard this, and said seriously: "Okay Dad, I will snipe him to death now, and when he shows up I—"

"No, don't shoot him to death," Qin Cheng said, "You spray him to death, and you will pay for it."

Tan Qi got the order, and started going around the house with that man, not idly talking, yelling at the same time: "Brother is awesome! You can spray your father Qin to death!"

Tan Qi has a strange voice, and he plays with Brother Qin, and the play must be full: "The technical streamer bravely rushed to the battlefield and was shot to death by an unknown passer-by! Miserably reduced to a good-looking anchor! Is this a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality? Welcome to Father Qin's live broadcast room to watch Today's Talking Chicken!"

Qin Cheng scolded with a smile: "Don't be pushy." If the mouth is useful, how about technology?

Unexpectedly, the person on the opposite side really didn't move, Tan Qi took the head with two bang bang shots.

Qin Cheng paused, and slapped the table with laughter for a long time: "I'm so awesome!"

Heping Community, 302.

Jian Heng hung up the courier phone, looked at the screen silently, and heard "big anchor father Qin" echoing in his ears...

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The face I had just seen at the door appeared on the screen, laughing so hard that people turned their backs, the angle of the camera was touching, but it still couldn't stop the boy's handsomeness.

Qin Cheng's face is not the popular "milk dog" type, with sharp edges and corners, deep facial features, thick black eyebrows and eyeballs, inner double eyes, and the outer corners of the eyes flying upwards arrogantly.To be precise, it's a bit fierce.

But he loves to laugh in front of the camera, and when he smiles, he squints his inner eyes, like a big cat that is full.

Qin Cheng laughed enough, rubbed his stomach and said to the camera: "Dude who was sprayed to death by Qi'er, I don't know if you have found it. If you come, deduct 1, and I will take you to eat chicken."

Jian Heng squinted his eyes, wrote down the live broadcast room, and turned off the computer without hesitation.

The author has something to say: the weather is so warm, your biscuit dog is squatting by the window and whispering bb: ah~ so warm~

感谢在2020-04-0513:47:48~2020-04-0615:34:09期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 3 ninety-eight;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!