The nemesis has been demoted!

The boy who was dragged here suddenly seemed to see a savior, his eyes lit up, he got out from under the table decisively, and ran back to his seat in a hurry.

"Brother, let me go in," Lu Qingheng said to Fang Yan, "Don't chase me away."

Fang Yan: "..."

At this time, he was in a state of stress, and the redness of his cheeks spread to his neck, as if he had applied rouge.

"Good idea, go away!" Fang Yan refused.

He waited for Lu Qingheng to leave as obediently as before, but Lu Qingheng stayed where he was uncharacteristically, stretched out his hands, and pinched Fang Yan's shoulders.

Fang Yan: "..."

If the fire could be barely controlled on the cheeks and neck before, Lu Qingheng's pinch completely burned the wild fire to Fang Yan's shoulders and quickly spread to his chest.

Fang Yan remained motionless as if he had been acupointed. Lu Qingheng held his shoulders forcefully, pushed his chair forward, and then smoothly entered his place, and sat upright on the seat.

Fang Yan: "..."

He felt that he might be broken. The touching touch just now reminded him of a certain clip he had read last night. Lu Qingheng stripped the limp X medicine in retaliation, pressed his shoulder from behind, and ruthlessly...

Stop—stop! ! !

Fang Yan didn't dare to think about it anymore, and forced his thoughts to withdraw from the lively and fragrant picture, but it was not very successful.

At this moment, his sea of ​​consciousness was "poked" by someone.

Fang Yan opened the Qianli Tongwen Formation as if saved: "Who is it?!"

His voice trembled a little, and his whole body was tense to the extreme.Hearing it was Sikong Yu's voice, he relaxed a little, and was able to distract his attention to talk with his friends, instead of being influenced by Lu Qingheng and thinking wildly.

Sikong Yu: "Qi Jue Jun! Have you read the book I gave you yesterday? How is it? Give me some feedback!"

Fang Yan cursed: "What you gave me is all nonsense, just mess around with Chaoci yourself, don't get involved with me!!"

"How can this be considered dirty," Sikong Yu said with a smile, "Isn't this normal?"

"You always live in your own perspective, so naturally you don't know what other people think of you. Now that you have more perspectives, don't you have more possibilities to observe Daoist Ciyuan?"

"What's more, if you read more, you will find that mortals have rich imaginations and can write anything. Like me and Chaoci, they are also made up by them, flattened and rounded. After reading too much, you will get used to it. , but also figure out other fun."

"In short, if you think about it, it's no big deal. You don't have to worry about the fictional stories made by ordinary people." Sikong Yu said, "The pen is in their hands, and we can't control it. But as long as you stick to your heart and don't be affected, Then who can do nothing to get you."

"This is also an experience in life. You just read it and it's over. You should concentrate on observing Daoist Ciyuan."

These words fell on Fang Yan's heart like a burst of timely rain.

He tried to calm down and asked himself a few questions.

First, is what he reads true? Is what is written in fanfiction the truth? Will those little h-fictions become reality?

Obviously not!

Second, does Lu Qingheng dare to treat him like this?Will he be affected and have wrong feelings about Lu Qingheng?

Less likely!

In this way, he figured it out, but it was just some fictitious stories, he had nothing to be embarrassed about, he had to have a thicker skin.

The most urgent thing is to observe Lu Qingheng secretly. Whether he is simply relying on himself or has unreasonable thoughts about himself, we need to find some ways to identify and then prescribe the right medicine.

The classmate Si Kongyu, who claims to be a saint of love, kindly provided some judgment methods, persuaded Fang Yan a few more words, and went offline.

Fang Yan felt much better. The "stress disorder" that he had blushed, had a fever, and his heart beat wildly when he approached Lu Qingheng was greatly curbed. Although he still had rapid heartbeat, tense muscles, and thin red cheeks, at least he would not be so sensitive. When he was close to Lu Qingheng, his imagination was full of thoughts, and his mind was full of waste.

It can be regarded as a great improvement.

In order to verify his progress, Fang Yan also conducted a "desensitization test".

The third class in the morning was mathematics, and Lu Qingheng was listening carefully, when Fang Yan suddenly kicked him under the table.

Lu Qingheng tilted his head: "What's wrong, brother?"

"It's okay." Fang Yan said, "Leave me alone."

While speaking, he clenched his fist again and secretly hit Lu Qingheng on the shoulder.

Lu Qingheng: "..."

Lu Qingheng: "Brother, what are you doing?"

"It's nothing!" Fang Yan used denial to hide his embarrassment, and was surprised to find that... Lu Qingheng's face suddenly turned red!

The boy's originally plain white face was slowly stained with a layer of powder, like a peach blossom gradually blooming.

His eyes also lit up, like a pool of spring water, shimmering, and Fang Yan didn't dare to look directly at him.

"Fuck, what's the matter?" Fang Yan thought in horror, "Why is he blushing? Is he embarrassed?"

Brothers are fighting and fighting, what's there to blush!

What's more, the blush seems to be contagious.Blood gushed from the heart to the skin, and Fang Yan's face gradually turned red.

Fang Yan: "..."

Seeing this, Lu Qingheng chuckled lightly and said, "Brother, why are you blushing?"

Fang Yan was shocked by his shamelessness and slap, and was about to retort when Lu Qingheng suddenly stretched out his right hand, bent his knuckles, and flicked Fang Yan's forehead.

"...You, you!" Fang Yan was furious.

Lu Qingheng smiled: "Reciprocity is all."

Probably their petty actions were so obvious that even the teacher couldn't stand it.

"Fang Yan, Lu Qingheng, what are you two doing?" The physics teacher is a strange man in his prime, and he convicts the two of them without saying a word, "Gossiping and flirting in class, I want to go home and play around , you should listen carefully in class!"

When he said this, the whole class exploded.

There were boos one after another, no matter how thick-skinned Lu Qingheng was, he was a little embarrassed, let alone Fang Yan.

The two immediately sat upright, watching their noses, noses, and hearts, as if nothing had happened.Fang Yan didn't remember what Si Kongyu told him until he had lunch in the classroom as usual at noon.

"Don't you want to find out what Lu Qingheng is thinking? It's useless to hide, why not take the initiative to test his reaction."

The two still ordered Fang Yan's favorite supreme chicken chop rice, sat in the classroom, and ate with their heads buried.

Fang Yan ate and ate, suddenly raised his head, and said casually: "I think this restaurant is getting more and more oily, and it's a bit uncomfortable to eat."

"Then give it to me, and I'll order you another salad?" Lu Qingheng said immediately.

"No, I just want to eat some refreshing fried chicken, like yours." For the first time in so long, Fang Yan affirmed Lu Qingheng's cooking skills in person, "I think yours is better."

After Fang Yan finished boasting, he silently observed Lu Qingheng's reaction.

Lu Qingheng didn't expect him to say that at all, he was taken aback for a moment, and said, "Really?"

Fang Yan: "Of course."

Lu Qingheng's eyes lit up instantly, staring at Fang Yan like two bright colored glazes.

"Then I'll make it for you every day!" Lu Qingheng said, "Do you like crispy skin or crispy skin? Do you want to wrap a little more bread crumbs? I just bought a kind of oil-absorbing paper yesterday. It’s much faster to put it in a mesh sieve. French fries can also be used, and I’m still learning to bake chicken wings and mushrooms in the oven recently, and it’s delicious wrapped in tin foil.”

He talked a lot, all about the details and experience of making snacks, which made Fang Yan feel strange.

It turns out that making a snack is so troublesome. From selecting ingredients, cleaning, preparing sauce, and cooking in a wok, the more delicate the food, the more time-consuming it is to make. Anyway, if there is no Lu Qingheng, only Fang Yan himself, he will definitely not want to do it .

And almost every night since they met in the mortal world, Lu Qingheng would bring him supper and make all kinds of snacks he likes to eat.He used to think that Lu Qingheng owed him, so he gladly accepted it and often picked and picked.But Lu Qingheng never complained, it was almost as if Fang Yan tried his best to satisfy whatever request he had, which made Fang Yan more and more picky. Recently, he almost couldn't eat the food outside.

But that alone doesn't explain anything.

With complicated and apprehensive feelings, Fang Yan continued to test Lu Qingheng in the next few days.

He never paid much attention to study, and copied Lu Qingheng's homework.This evening, he uncharacteristically decided to do it himself.

Of course, Fang Yan didn't really want to study the exercises, but just took this opportunity to test Lu Qingheng's patience.

An uncomplicated physics question, he had to explain it to Lu Qingheng five times before he said he understood it.Lu Qingheng didn't show the slightest bit of impatience from the beginning to the end, and kept gently explaining the test points and problem-solving ideas to him. Seeing that Fang Yan couldn't understand, he even temporarily built him a physical framework from the first year of high school, and sorted it out for him from the beginning. Knowledge points again.

In the end, Fang Yan couldn't pretend to be himself. In order not to look like an idiot, he really calmed down and understood this question.Regarding this, Lu Qingheng was happier than him, which made Fang Yan even more embarrassed, and simply finished the homework. Although there were many mistakes, it was much better than the usual blank paper.

After doing my homework, of course I will be hungry.Lu Qingheng prepared a supper for Fang Yan as usual, it was the fried chicken nuggets he mentioned at noon two days ago.Fang Yan said that he suddenly didn't want to eat fried chicken and wanted to eat something else.

"I want to eat the famous brine crayfish in the north of the city. Unfortunately, they don't deliver takeaway at this point. It seems that I can only pick it up or dine in."

"Do you really want to eat?"

"real."

"Okay, then I'll buy it for you." Lu Qingheng barely hesitated.

On the contrary, Fang Yan hesitated.

"But it's already twelve o'clock," Fang Yan said, "I went out so late and came back at least one o'clock. Besides, the weather outside is not good."

"It's okay, I'll be right back."

Different from the previous temptations, Fang Yan's last words came from the bottom of his heart.

The weather was really bad that day. During the day, there were overcast clouds, and it seemed that a rainstorm was brewing. At night, it was even more rainy and windy. Even the whistling wind could be heard in the villa, and it seemed that the glass would be broken at any moment.

The weather forecast indicates that Typhoon No. 20 No. [-] is about to make landfall. Citizens and friends are requested to be prepared for protection.In such a weather, just because of his probing, Lu Qingheng planned to go out and buy him crayfish?The store might be closed!

Reason told Fang Yan that he needed to stop Lu Qingheng's impulse, but another voice in his heart said, didn't you test him?Why are you softhearted?

That dark corner of his heart has always been full of doubts and clouds, burying Fang Yan's unopened knots and desires to do evil.

If Lu Qingheng really likes me...

Fang Yan picked up an umbrella and handed it to him: "Then you go."

Not long after Lu Qingheng left, it really began to rain outside.

The rain is getting heavier and harder, as if a hole has been smashed in the sky, accompanied by lightning, thunder and howling wind, interweaving into a doomsday scene.

On the mobile phone, the city government sent an orange rainstorm warning, reminding citizens to close their doors and windows and not to go out during the typhoon.

When Fang Yan saw Lu Qingheng's figure appearing at the door of the villa through the turbulent rain, when Lu Qingheng walked into the room like a drowned chicken, he handed him the thermal bag first, with a faint smile on his face... Fang Yan had an illusion, even if He wanted Lu Qingheng to go up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire, and the other party would not hesitate.

"What is liking someone? You are happier than him when you are happy, and sadder than him when you are sad. What you want, just say it, and he will get it for you; when you are angry, he will apologize, and then try to tease you Happy."

"If you praise him, he will be happy like a child. If you ignore him, he will be silently sad."

"When someone shows kindness to you, he will get jealous and lose his temper. He always wants to cling to you and has an undisguised possessive desire for you."

Fang Yan counted the "judgment criteria" mentioned by Si Kongyu in his mind, and recalled all the things he experienced after he went down to earth, and found that Lu Qingheng almost met all the above conditions!

He seems to really like me.

Fang Yan's mind went blank, and he froze in place.