nurturing relationship

"By the way, what did Doctor Song say on the phone?" Qin Bao asked suddenly in the car. "Huh? What's the phone number?" Wang Yao subconsciously avoided the question, "No phone number."

Qin Bao hit him, and didn't bother to ask any more questions. At worst, we'll talk about it next time we see Song Minhyuk.

But after a while, it was Wang Yao's turn to be curious, "Well... why does Song Minhyuk want you?"

Qin Bao thought it was funny, "You answered the phone, you asked me, how would I know."

"Are you...very familiar?" Wang Yao still felt a little concerned.

"Why?" Qin Bao asked him back.

Wang Yao was embarrassed to speak too clearly, he only remembered that Song Minhyuk asked him to treat Qin Bao better last time, what's the matter, and he said that he knew Qin Bao better than me.

Wang Yao felt that this kind of jealousy was complicated and strange.

"That... when did you meet?"

Qin Bao would not answer honestly, he said casually, "When I first entered school."

"I've known you since I just entered school..." Wang Yao muttered to himself, then he and Song Minhyuk knew Qin Bao at about the same time, but, thinking about it carefully, he and Qin Bao also got acquainted recently , there was almost no intersection in the past.

Then he asked: "You... are friends?"

Qin Bao pouted his nose and was embarrassed and didn't know how to answer. It didn't feel so good to say that they were friends, but if he said no, the two of them had eaten a lot together again.

"Probably so..."

Wang Yao couldn't bear this ambiguous attitude, "What do you mean probably, besides going to the infirmary, what else did you do with him?"

Qin Bao scratched his head, "Have you eaten a few times?"

In Wang Yao's presupposition, Qin Bao and Song Min Hyuk would at most have played ball games together with their teachers and students, and at most drank soda, and there could be no more.

"What do you mean by eating!" He was about to explode again.

But Qin Bao thought it was normal to eat. Although the atmosphere between him and Song Min Hyuk seemed a bit weird, inexplicably and somewhat ambiguous, but judging from the facts, the two of them were really fine.

"What happened to the meal?" He felt innocent.

"Eat, eat..." Wang Yao was speechless, anyway, he just felt exaggerated, how could a student eat with a school doctor, he just felt uncomfortable and couldn't say anything.

He was suffocating, feeling stuffy.

After arriving in the dormitory, the two of them studied, and he was a little strict. In fact, his English was very good, especially his oral English, but his writing was poor. He could be a teacher in front of Qin Bao.

All the previous anger was vented on this matter.

Sitting beside Qin Bao, holding a broom handle as a stick, he held a book, and while forcing Qin Bao to read the text quickly, he asked him to recite, "Quickly memorize!"

Pinch watch, also take dictation.

"Write, write, write."

Qin Bao was miserable, "Didn't we agree to study together!"

Wang Yao also argued with him, "It's not that you are too far behind. I'll read this paragraph twice, and I'll let you read it silently. You are stupid and not hardworking. Write quickly!"

He knocked on Qin Bao's head, Qin Bao covered his head in pain and protested, "The more you hit, the more stupid you will be!"

"Write!"

The study was noisy, and it continued until dinner time, and it was time for Wang Yao to point fingers again, holding the recipe, leaning steadily to the side to direct, washing vegetables, cutting vegetables, frying vegetables, when to put salt There are also various techniques.

Qin Bao fumbled around, holding the lid of the pot in a panic to hide from the splashed oil, and even hid in front of Wang Yao to help him block it, but it still frightened Wang Yao who was just concentrating on studying the recipe.

Wang Yao looked upset again, "Didn't I tell you to boil all the water in the pot before adding oil! Be patient."

Every time cooking is like a war, Wang Yao feels tired, but also happy.

Especially after everything is done, a sense of satisfaction arises spontaneously.

Looking at the table full of dishes, the two of them felt extremely proud.

Qin Bao was exhausted and ate too much, while Wang Yao was more gentle in comparison, chewing absent-mindedly, expressing dislike for Qin Bao's things as usual, but he still ate it in bites.

Qin Bao asked him, "We are all learning English, why don't we learn to read English recipes next time and cook Western food?"

"Ha, what western food?"

"What kind of steak, pasta, by the way, let's make noodles, didn't you say you like noodles?"

But when it comes to spaghetti, it is inevitable to think of the man surnamed Song.Wang Yao was a little embarrassed and didn't know how to explain it, so he just said, "Forget it, I won't make the pasta."

"Why? Finally, there is something you can't do?" Qin Bao was still a little happy.

But Wang Yao had already started to feel angry, he said so much what to do, he couldn't control his tone, and yelled at Qin Bao, "If you don't do it, you don't do it!"

Qin Bao was stunned by Wang Yao's anger without warning.

Wang Yao glanced at him, suppressed his temper, sighed irritably, didn't want to continue eating, got off the table, and sat on the sofa.

The uncle's nature was once again revealed, resisting the desire to smoke, he didn't want to see Qin Bao, so he waved his hand and told him to remember to clean up after eating.

The atmosphere froze to the bottom.

Qin Bao also held his breath and didn't want to talk anymore.

While washing the dishes, he still couldn't help venting his anger. He shook his hands, turned around and said to Wang Yao, "Did I say anything wrong?"

He couldn't stand Wang Yao getting angry at him for no reason.

Wang Yao has actually calmed down, but there are many things that he can't explain to him. He sighed and said deeply, "It's not your problem. It's my fault."

He confessed, "Spaghetti... I have too many memories I don't want to remember."

Qin Bao didn't expect Wang Yao to say this, he asked tentatively: "With whom? Someone you like?"

He didn't understand why he guessed that way.

It's just that when he looked at Wang Yao's back, he always felt that this was probably an emotional injury, as if there was a hard-to-heal scar on Wang Yao's back.

He didn't know why he suddenly felt his heart tighten.

Wang Yao also turned around, "What did you say?"

Qin Bao was at a loss, really, asking what he likes or not is really gossip.But I just blurted it out, as if I just cared subconsciously.

He stayed there for two or three seconds, then asked again timidly, "Isn't it because of the person you like?"

Wang Yaocai didn't want to admit that he liked Song Minhyuk, so he concealed Qin Bao's gaze, waved his hand and said, "No, no."

He felt that he was very annoying, and said irritably, "If you want to make pasta, just do it, and go buy the ingredients next time."

But Qin Bao frowned, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't believe it.

After finishing the housework, it was already seven o'clock. Qin Bao changed into sportswear and was ready to go to the gym.

Wang Yao, who asked Qin Bao to accompany him to watch a movie, was shocked, "Where are you going?"

Anyway, Wang Yao has so many secrets, so of course he wants to have one, Qin Bao said, "I won't tell you~"

After finishing speaking, he ran downstairs, took the car keys, and drove to the gym.

Aspiring to be a strong man is not a joke, isn't it because of strength that Wang Yao bullied him?

Qin Bao ran to find the coach, patted the iron door of the closet, and there was a bang bang, reminding the coach Li Chenghu who was eating tofu from members, this person is a top-notch professional, but he often does not do his job properly.

"Coach Li, it's training! Don't touch him anymore!"