Professor, your turtle!

Although both of them fell into panic because of too rich imagination, life had to go on.

The monthly exam was approaching day by day, and Ji Fan temporarily joined the biology competition group. While busy with the competition, he also reviewed the monthly exam. He was so busy every day that he never touched the ground.

In Fu Mingyuan's case, he spent less and less time to accompany him.

Finally, it was the night before the monthly exam.

"He doesn't come to see you, probably because he's tired of it." The little devil in his head giggled, "After all, you're just an outdated old man."

"Shut up." Fu Mingyuan said viciously, raising his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.

Ji Fan, who was making the hydroponic bottle, froze for a moment, turned around, and blinked in confusion.

"No, nothing." Fu Mingyuan squeezed out a stiff smile, put down the book and walked behind him, "How are you doing?"

Ji Fan picked up several cans that were supposed to be thrown away, and used them as waste. Fu Mingyuan cut off their lids, and he slowly smoothed their edges.

This is used to grow potatoes.

Except for the seeds provided by the system, all other crops cannot be grown using the "melon field".

However, potatoes, etc., can be purchased from the mall and germinated, and then raised at the scientific research station and cultivated through hydroponics.

What's even better is that in the abandoned laboratory, there are still a lot of raw materials such as ammonia water, ammonium sulfate, ammonium nitrate, urea, etc., which are very suitable for preparing nutrient solutions.

Therefore, Ji Fan got a lot of cans of different sizes and started experimenting with enthusiasm.

There are also many requirements for the shape of the hydroponic bottle. The bottle should be deep to facilitate the growth of the root system, but the mouth of the bottle should be closed a little, otherwise the potatoes cannot be held.

If it falls whole and is submerged in water, it will rot before it can germinate.

Originally, the most ideal should be glass jars, but there are not many large glass products of suitable shape in the scientific research station, let alone plastic bottles-the "Antarctic Ecological Conservation Convention" issued a few years ago, disposable plastic Products are listed as first-class contraband and are strictly prohibited from being brought into Antarctica.

So, the two of them could only grind the canned food.

Ji Fan touched the edge and felt that it was almost suitable, so he handed it to Fu Mingyuan again, signaling him to use a tool to tighten its opening.

Fu Mingyuan is very skilled in using pliers, his fingers are slender and flexible, and his hands are fast, and he made a beautiful crutch in two or three strokes.

Seeing that the other party was staring at his movements seriously, without blinking his eyes, and with admiration on his brows, Fu Mingyuan felt complacent, and the negative mood just now was squeezed out.He couldn't wait to pick up the next can.

In an instant, two jars had been finished, and Ji Fan felt itchy.

He raised his eyes and looked at the other party. Just as he was about to speak, Fu Mingyuan picked out a small pliers and stuffed it to him as if with a tacit understanding: "Come on, let me teach you."

——Just kidding, being watched eagerly by someone you like, can you not take the initiative to attack?

Ji Fan weighed the pliers, they were not very heavy, the jaws had just been carefully lubricated by Fu Mingyuan, and it was not difficult to pinch, so they should have been specially selected for him.

He tilted his head and showed a grateful smile, then lowered his eyes and continued to observe the other party's gestures.He didn't notice, however, that an inconspicuous red color suddenly appeared behind Fu Mingyuan's ears.

The demonstration movements were deliberately slowed down. Ji Fan memorized them carefully and followed them step by step.

"It's not right here." Fu Mingyuan suddenly said coldly, interrupting his movements.

Ji Fan: "?"

Before he figured out what was wrong, Fu Mingyuan had already put down his tools, stretched his long legs and stepped behind him, holding his hand from behind.

nbs Ji Fan shook his hand and almost smashed the pliers on his feet.

"Be careful." Fu Mingyuan casually reminded him close to his ear, and then led him to start working, "Look at the position just now, it should be like this..."

Poor Ji Fan didn't listen to anything.

Fu Mingyuan was stuck too close, his scorching breath sprayed on the edge of the earlobe, the soft flesh was itchy to death, but his hand was still caught by someone, so he couldn't scratch it.

"...Okay." Fu Mingyuan finally let go of him, "Come on, try it yourself."

Ji Fan: "..."

Three minutes later, holding the can that seemed to have been eaten by a dog, he turned his head helplessly and looked at the other party as if asking for help.

Fu Mingyuan raised his eyebrows: "Tsk, didn't you learn this?" He sounded a little disgusted, but after careful identification, there was some subtle pride and joy in his tone.

Without waiting for Ji Fan to object, he bent down to wrap his arms around him again, and said solemnly: "There is no other way, then I will make a sacrifice and teach you again."

Ji Fan: "..." Terrible!That's not how it is taught!

That night, after teaching a total of four times, Ji Fan finally made a barely decent can.

"Well, it's okay." Fu Mingyuan commented harshly, "There are still some skills, I will teach you tomorrow."

Still want to learn?Ji Fan's eyes widened, and now his ears itch reflexively whenever he hears the words "I'll teach you".

He gestured in a panic, which meant that he really didn't need to learn any more.

"Are you sure?" Fu Mingyuan felt a little regretful.

Ji Fan nodded, lowered his eyes and wrote, "Anyway, you will accompany me to do it together."

Fu Mingyuan immediately ironed the post in his heart: That's right, he should be more dependent on himself, otherwise he will learn everything, and the little pet will fly away.

"Let's leave it like this for now, and try adding the culture medium tomorrow." Fu Mingyuan swept the scraps of iron into a pile, and changed the subject, "By the way, how is your review going?"

Ji Fan was huddling his knees in the chair, but he blinked and wrote slowly, "Should... be okay?"

He has always been conservative, and being able to say the word "okay" shows that he has tried his best to prepare.

Fu Mingyuan knew his micro-expressions well, heard that he put down the tools, turned around and rubbed his head: "Are you nervous?"

The temperature of the other party's palm came gradually, Ji Fan relaxed a little, and nodded slightly.

It would be a lie to say that he was not nervous. In fact, in the three years of high school, he had never been so nervous.

——This is not just a simple monthly exam, nor is it just because of the rewards of the system.

This exam was related to his future. He made an oath to his mother, put all his courage and self-esteem on it, and put in [-] points of effort.

He can't afford to lose.

Fu Mingyuan bent his knees, half-kneeled in front of the chair, raised his head and smiled at him: "Don't be afraid, I believe in you."

Ji Fan was amused by such a clumsy way of coaxing people, and wrote: "You always trust me blindly."

"It's not blind, it's because of me..." Because I like you.

When the words came to his lips, he rolled a few times, and Fu Mingyuan forcibly swallowed them back.He paused for a moment, then said softly: "Remember the reward I said?"

Ji Fan: "?" There was interest in his eyes, "Are you finally willing to speak?"

Fu Mingyuan shook his head, showing a fox-like smile: "No. I just want to tell you in advance that you will definitely like it very much."

"You can look forward to it more." Fu Mingyuan said, "Don't worry about other things, just think about my reward."

"Think about it, as long as you succeed, you can get the best gift..."

His voice was low and full of bewitchment.

Gradually, Ji Fan was really attracted, his mother, teacher, system, everything went away from him, and only Fu Mingyuan's deep eyes seemed to be left in front of him.

His heartbeat accelerated little by little, and the surging blood poured into his head uncontrollably.

——The man said, give him a long-awaited, the best gift.

"But, do you really know... what do I want?" Ji Fan really wanted to ask, but his lips twitched, but he couldn't say it.

So he nodded and wrote slowly: "Thank you, I will look forward to it."

Fu Mingyuan smiled again, straightened his legs, and naturally bent over to hug him out of the swivel chair.

It wasn't until his feet left the ground that Ji Fan realized what had happened, and his face flushed red.

"Hmm..." He subconsciously wanted to struggle to get off the ground, but unexpectedly, his hands hugged him even tighter.

Huddled in Fu Mingyuan's arms, clutching the other's shirt front tightly, Ji Fan felt like an over-inflated red balloon, which might explode at any time due to rapid heartbeat.

Fortunately, the road is very short.

Within a few seconds—although Ji Fan felt it took at least a few minutes, Fu Mingyuan put him down again, gently, on the soft mattress piled with duvets.

"Relax." He said, patted the pillow, shook off the warm quilt and wrapped Ji Fan in.

In the next second, he also stepped onto the bed, leaned over and pressed towards Ji Fan.

Ji Fan: "???"

The handsome face of the other party is getting closer and closer... so close that you can almost feel each other's breath, so close that your body temperature is transmitted through the fabric.

Ji Fan was extremely nervous, his whole body was stiff, and his heartbeat was as fast as a bird fluttering its wings.However, in the next second, Fu Mingyuan let go of him, raised his upper body again, and held a picture album that he took out from the corner of the wall in his hand.

"Come on," he rolled his eyes and smiled slyly, "bedtime story time."

Fu Mingyuan held the spine of the book, turning the pages with his slender fingers, with a serious expression, as if he was reading some scientific magazine.Ji Fan blinked, slowly relaxed his body, and retracted into the quilt like a silkworm baby.

This time, it is the story of the little prince and the fox.

When they met in the desert, the fox said that they could not be friends unless the little prince tamed him.

——Only by taming him can he become the unique fox belonging to the little prince.

"...Why do you have to do this? The little prince is a little confused." Fu Mingyuan turned a page and continued reading, "'Please tame me!' said the little fox, 'Well, you come at four o'clock in the afternoon, then, from From three o'clock, I begin to feel happy'..." (1)

His voice gradually lowered, and the sound of even breathing came from his ears. At some point, the person beside him had already fallen asleep.

Fu Mingyuan gently put down the book, moved a little closer, and propped himself up to look at him.I saw that the man was also frowning in his sleep, as if he had dreamed of something terrible.

Like a ghost, Fu Mingyuan held his breath, leaned over, and planted a soft kiss on the center of his brow.

The touch is slightly cool, delicate and smooth.

Taste and stop, one touch and part.Fu Mingyuan returned to his original position, looked at him for a while, and smiled helplessly: "When will you come tomorrow...?"

—You have tamed me, so, will you take responsibility?

Ji Fan was in a deep sleep and didn't respond, but his frown was quietly relaxed.