recovery reaction ABO

The small talk during the hot pot was inseparable. Jiang Zhe and Tang Sen had a strict conversation, and the topic gradually turned to other things.Jiang Zhe worked as a publicist in the student union and joined the fencing team of the school. His social life was very rich. Recently, the drama club was recruiting people, so he planned to get involved again and asked Lin Cha if he would come.

Lin Cha was busy with studies and part-time jobs, so she had no time to deal with socializing. She was very passive in this respect. If she hadn't met Jiang Zhe and Tang Sen, two enthusiastic people, she might not have made close friends.

"What?" he asked.

"Drama, the actors are being selected now, and everything is in full swing. The first performance will be in early December."

Lin Cha waved his hand: "I can't."

"How could you not be able to? Your appearance is so good. If you don't try the protagonist, it would be nice to have a supporting role." Jiang Zhe earnestly said, "Anyway, it's for making friends. Drama is the easiest way to make friends, and you can meet people from other departments. , maybe you found the Beta you want?"

Lin Cha was a little moved. After all, at this age, he loves to play.Because he often moved among relatives and changed schools frequently, he did not experience campus community life.Think about having a large group of people get together to do one thing, noisy, it should be very happy.

He asked about the interview process, and Jiang Zhe laughed that he would still plan to write notes to prepare, just for fun, don't take it too seriously.

"Monday, tomorrow, I'll go to the interview with you at noon," Jiang Zhe said, touching Lin Cha, and said excitedly, patting his chest, "I want to be the protagonist."

The play is an original script, with a total of seven characters to speak. Lin Cha scanned it the night before and chose the one with the weakest performance, the gentle brother of the protagonist. Most of the lines are composed of short sentences, and the short sentences are mostly composed of "brother "constitute.

Lin Cha's interview went quite smoothly, and he succeeded the moment he pushed open the door revealing a shy little dimple.The director is only dissatisfied with one thing, that is, his rebellious green hair has created a conflict with his well-behaved brother.Lin Cha could only agree to dye it back, secretly feeling sorry for the money for the hair.

Jiang Zhe had twists and turns, different from the small role that no one cared for Lin Cha to apply for, what he wanted was the leading role, and several people were vying for it.As a result, he couldn't settle down for a while. Lin Cha told him to relax and wait for the news, thinking that Jiang Zhe had a strong desire to express himself. This character design was exaggerated, which was especially suitable for him. The final candidate should not be able to run away.

There is no class on Monday afternoon, but Lin Cha has to make up lessons for Jiang Zhe and Townsend. The two have a rich social life, but their study life is an uncultivated land, barren and barren. Hey, I don't understand.

Lin Cha's thinking was clear and his speech was clear. He was a rare academic master who knew how to teach others.Jiang Zhe patted his thigh in disgust, saying that if he had a friend like Lin Cha in high school, at least he would give it another ten points.

They went back to the dormitory after the make-up class. Lin Cha was so thirsty, but he had to continue the next round of teaching. Today is Monday, and Oda has an appointment.

It was only when he went to the subway at Yan's house that he found out about Yan Minglu's news, asking him to make his share tonight, implying that we will have dinner at his house tonight.

Lin Cha stared at the few characters in the dialog box for a while, then recovered and locked the screen.

It was about eight o'clock when Yan Minglu came out of the laboratory. Lin Cha sent a photo of hot pot on the weekend: I ate with my friends, and the dishes were prepared for you.

Then there is a very blunt sentence: playing money.

Lin Cha was eating bread with his legs crossed when he received the transfer from Yan Minglu.It's not that he doesn't know how to take care of himself, but it takes time. Today's cooking time has been dedicated to Yan Minglu, so he can only deal with his own stomach perfunctorily.

He didn't know why Yan Minglu suddenly changed his attitude, asked him to cook yesterday, and asked him to stay for dinner today.

What are you doing, suddenly you are nice to him.

Yan Minglu is so fucking elusive. Could it be that he kissed twice to express his affection?

Lin Cha was so annoyed that there was no answer.

But Xiaotian's mother will come back next week to take Xiaotian home, and his future tutoring place will no longer be Yan Minglu's residence.The interaction between the two would soon be broken, and it was a pity for Lin Cha to think of this. Although Yan Minglu's speech was not pleasant, the way he gave money was quite pleasing.

Lin Cha has very high requirements for the strength of the suppressive drugs, and can spend two to three thousand for each estrous period, and almost all of it can be made up by only making two meals for Yan Minglu.

Ah...money...what a waste of money being an omega...

The bread in his hand suddenly didn't smell good, Lin Chahou fell on the sofa bed, too lazy to move or tidy up.

If you can pass the sophomore exam across grades, can you go straight to the junior year next year?If you can graduate one year earlier, you can make money one year earlier.

Lin Cha lifted the hem of his clothes, and put his palms on his stomach. His torso was warmer than his limbs, and he felt a burst of warmth from his palms.

However, some hospital courses are compulsory in the sophomore year, and they are counted as attendance. If you pass the exam, you cannot directly skip a grade. Moreover, once the study intensity increases after skipping a grade, you may not have time to work part-time.

ah ah ah... money money money...

"Ring-ring--"

The phone rang and vibrated, making his head numb. Lin Cha weakly swiped on the bed a few times, then fished out the phone, wondering if the God of Wealth called him?Then the five characters "Huangquan Road Driver" loomed large.

... God of Wealth really called him?

"Hello, please press 1 for tip."

Yan Minglu didn't press 1, he honked the car horn.

Lin Cha shivered all over, and clearly recognized that the horn was coming from downstairs and from the phone.He got up and looked out the window, Yan Minglu was walking into the corridor.

Lin Cha's heart sank when he saw that walking style, as if the police were coming to arrest him.

When Yan Minglu knocked on the door, Lin Cha only opened a small crack, spilling out a small strip of light from the room, and was cut by the crossbar of the anti-theft iron door, reflected on Yan Minglu's face in the darkness, forming several square lights piece.

"Open the door." Yan Minglu threw two words on the ground.

Lin Cha's hands were all locked, but when he heard the words, he started to groan, and Yan Minglu seemed to be feeling weak all over: "Why?"

"Do you want a tip?"

Lin Cha opened the door for Yan Minglu.

Lin Chajia still has the familiar scent of Yan Minglu, and the faint tea fragrance fills every corner.

The bread on the low table was freshly bitten in half, it was obviously this person's dinner, Yan Minglu took a look at it, and his heart was on fire, both annoying and irritable.

Lin Cha led him to the door behind him, asked him if he wanted to sit down, and then ushered in the first dictum of the day: "What is this? Why are you standing when the guests come?"

Phew—for the sake of money, Lin Cha, for the sake of money, endure the calm for a while, take a step back and make money day by day.

He removed the low table, put away the sheets, and turned the sofa bed back into a sofa.

When he was doing these things, he bowed his body, the hem of his clothes was pulled up, and his white and slender waist shone brightly into Yan Minglu's eyes.

Yan Minglu pinched this waist once, and then he finally understood what it means to hold gently.Like slender wicker, with no bones, and one arm can hold the floor.

Lin Cha approached him for a purpose, so every move of Lin Cha deserves to be interpreted repeatedly.

Deliberately, Yan Minglu thought to himself, at such a young age, he knows how to seduce people, seduce people in a stealthy way, and show off his waist without revealing himself.Yan Minglu's whole body became hot, and he turned to stare at the wardrobe in the corner of the room.

In the past, when Jiang Zhe Townsend came up to play, they turned the bed into a sofa. Now Lin Cha was struggling alone, but he refused to make a sound. He just didn't want to reveal his weakness in front of Yan Minglu.But Yan Minglu still has a conscience, seeing that he seems to be working hard, so he came over to help.

The two sat down on the sofa, Lin Cha bent his legs and huddled in a corner, staring at Yan Minglv's watch and began to think about when he would leave.

In fact, Yan Minglu didn't know why he drove downstairs to Lin Cha's house, maybe he wanted to take another look at his laboratory while he was out for dinner.It was a mysterious lair, and an unknown plan was brewing. Yan Minglu frankly admitted his curiosity.

However, when the car went downstairs, Lin Cha found that the light was on, and he lied to Yan Minglu that he was out, but in fact he was at home all the time.

Although Yan Minglu deceived Lin Cha even harder, he even deceived him into having a copy of the key to his house.

This relationship got off to a bad start, the weather was rainy, and it developed into lies and concealment every second.

"Aren't you going to eat hot pot?" Yan Minglu asked.

"Come back after eating."

"Are you still going to lie?"

He still has to cook after the tutoring period. He has no time to finish a hot pot and go home now. Moreover, he doesn't have the smell of hot pot oil on him.

Yan Minglu speculated that it was because he wanted to stay at Lincha for dinner, and he thought it was a show of favor, so he immediately played the trick of playing hard to get.

But this was nonsense to Lin Cha who didn't know it. He didn't stay because he didn't want to stay, it was as simple as that.

In fact, Yan Minglu's side face is better than the front face, because the smell is not obvious, and only half of the attack power is left.

Lin Cha's eyes wandered over the lines of his mountainous profile, and he asked not to be outdone, "I've done everything you asked me to do, so it won't bother you where I go, right? examine?"

"I want you to stay and eat."

It was heart-warming words, but coming out of Yan Minglu's mouth felt like, I want you to stay and eat in prison.

Lin Cha turned his face away slightly, his expression softened.After a while, Yan Minglu asked again, "Why didn't you stay?"

A few cicadas chirped outside the Lin family's window, echoing in the night.

The lamps on the ceiling have been used for a long time, casting too much darkness and too much light, making the outlines of the furniture look bleak.

"It's strange to stay here for dinner," Lin Cha said, "It's like a family."

Yan Minglu's expression became complicated.

Lin Cha continued: "I just want to maintain a pure interest relationship with you."

Silence ferments in the summer night air.Lin Cha opened the window, and a gust of wind came in from outside, blowing up the curtains, as if they were about to blow them to a tight rhythm.Lin Cha stood up to grab the curtains, picked up the heavy curtains and tied them into a heavy knot, and then saw Yan Minglv standing behind him through the glass.

Yan Minglu was half a head taller than Lin Cha, coming from behind seemed to tie him up to do anything wrong.A sense of irritability rose in Lin Cha's heart, he turned around and stared at Yan Minglv, so as not to be completely passive.

Yan Minglu stood with his back to the light, casting a shadow around Lin Cha.

"Are you short of money?" Yan Minglu asked.

Lin Cha just looked at him fixedly and didn't respond.He couldn't figure out what Yan Minglv was thinking.

Yan Minglu couldn't quite figure out what he was thinking, everything about this kid was premeditated, and he was obviously selling pity by saying that, but he actually wanted to spend money on it.

Because after all, there is one thing in this tragedy that is true and cannot be premeditated: his parents are no longer alive.

"From next Wednesday," Yan Minglu said, "come to my house to cook and wash dishes, and you will be paid."

According to his handwriting, it is 4000 yuan a month, which is enough to support the suppression of drug expenses.

Lin Cha was taken aback: "Why?"

Yan Minglu didn't answer, he just looked at Lin Cha's green hair, and continued the conversation: "But I have conditions."

"what?"

"Dye your hair back."

Lin Cha leaned against the window to watch Yan Minglu's Infiniti disappear at the crossing, trying to find a reason for the phenomenon. This is Lin Cha's character. Things that cannot be explained make him feel out of control, and he wants everything to be under control.

It is known that he wants to maintain a pure interest relationship, but Yan Minglu opposes him in everything.

So Yan Minglu pinched his biggest weakness, lack of money, very short of money.

Cooking and washing dishes, the hidden meaning in the middle is to eat together.He didn't allow himself to maintain a pure interest relationship with him.

The window pane was slightly blue, and the color could not be discerned. Lin Cha's hair was restored to its original black color inside.He stared at himself in the glass, thinking about a lot of miscellaneous thoughts, without a central theme, but they all revolved around the strict law.

Originally, he wanted to dye his hair back for the drama, but after such a sudden encounter, changing his hair color again seemed to be for the sake of strict discipline.

Lin Cha was a little reconciled, but this time he really had no choice.There was a notification tone on WeChat, it was Yan Minglu's promise to transfer the tip. Lin Cha saw that he spent a lot of money, and finally found a good excuse to comfort himself: Don't make trouble with the money.