Qin trace and sword shadow [online game]

Saturday night's national game didn't go very well.

Several teams were like wild horses that had run loose, and the original perfect layout was ruined to pieces.Fortunately, in the final stage, the time difference was used to turn the tide, otherwise the scene would be really ugly.

Wen Jingyao gradually noticed that there seemed to be more people who disobeyed orders during the national war recently.I don't know if it was because I played too hard a while ago so I was overly proud, or it was for some other reason.

He didn't sleep well in the past two nights, and he really didn't have the energy to criticize these people who made mistakes, so he just said a few words to the leaders of the team and let it go.

After Yimeng Xiaoyao left, Wen Jingyao's burden increased day by day.He doesn't really want to rely on people other than his master, and he doesn't mind supporting the overall situation independently, as long as he can sustain it.Because the style and tactics of him and other commanders are too different, it is really difficult to get along with each other.If there is a chance in the future, he would like to try to cooperate with the Ten Commandments—the leader of Fengyun Zhanyi is one of the few people in Beizhang who has a relatively reliable tactical awareness.As for Xiahou... he is so ambitious, self-righteous, and has obvious shortcomings, even an elite army has to play with it.If he was allowed to command independently, he would only be tricked by Ye Feichen until there were no ashes left.

In the past two days, there were always people upstairs in his house practicing the piano when he just lay down.Wen Jingyao's sleep is not very good, once the doze point is passed, it is difficult to fall asleep again, even if the piano sound stops, it will not help.

At night, because of the national war, he thought a little too much, and coupled with the intermittent sound of the piano outside, he finally lost sleep completely. He opened his eyes until five o'clock before he felt heavy eyelids, and it was dawn in a trance.

The alarm clock rang, but Wen Jingyao still got up on time.

I haven't slept well for two days, and I suffered from insomnia last night. The person who looks sober on the outside is actually a mess in his mind.

Before Fu Lin went out, he asked him three times in a row, "Are you coming back for dinner tonight?" before he realized it, and replied, "Yes."

"I don't have class in the afternoon, so I can prepare early. When will you be back?"

"..."

Wen Jingyao really wanted to answer his question, but he couldn't remember what he had planned for the afternoon.When he came back to his senses, Fu Lin had already left the door.

Lack of sleep is really a big killer of IQ.During class time, Wen Jingyao managed to mobilize all his remaining energy to maintain his attention. As long as he relaxed a little, he would immediately wander off.The sleepiness is not too sleepy, but the spirit is so tranced that I can't do serious things at all.Wen Jingyao, who had never taken sick leave before, asked the professor for the afternoon leave, and went home to catch up on sleep under the extremely concerned eyes of the other party.

The house is quiet, but the sound of the piano upstairs is still ringing, which makes people bored.

Is this Beyer's etude?It was played so badly that it was almost out of tune.

Compared with the troublesome thing of going upstairs to find someone to reason with, it is more important to sleep first.Wen Jingyao had already bought sound-proof earplugs before returning home, and everything was ready.He planned to take a shower to wash off the sweat on his back, grabbed a nightgown from the bedroom, and hurriedly opened the bathroom door.

"Ah..." A surprised voice came from inside the door.

There is someone at home?Wen Jingyao was stunned for a moment.

He didn't expect that after opening the door, it would be like this...

Fu Lin was standing in the bathroom without any clothes on.

Undressing, to be exact.The trousers that had fallen from the ankles were being held in his hands at the moment.

A large area of ​​bare-naked healthy skin, as well as the curves winding down from the back, suddenly crashed into Wen Jingyao's field of vision.

"...You're back." Fu Lin glanced at him, quickly turned his head to one side, trying to hide the embarrassment on his face, "Why is there no sound when you enter the door?"

Wen Jingyao was still there in a daze.

"I want to take a shower, can you go out first?"

"..."

Wen Jingyao immediately took a few steps back and closed the door with a bang.

What happened after that was like sleepwalking.

Wen Jingyao left the house, followed the distorted sound of the piano, and knocked on the door of a certain room upstairs.A young woman came to answer the door.

Probably because Wen Jingyao's complexion was so ugly, he couldn't stop venting his anger when he stood there. Before he could say a few words, the young woman apologized again and again, saying that from today onwards, she would not let the child practice the piano too late to disturb him. rest.

To solve the serious problem in his heart, Wen Jingyao returned to his home, and casually collapsed on the sofa in the shape of a corpse.He has received a very strict family education since he was a child, and he can't be too ugly even at home.At this time, I was extremely tired physically and mentally, and I couldn't care about any manners.

Closing his eyes, a white body dangled in his mind, making him uneasy.

"..."

It was so rude just now.

Wen Jingyao thought with a headache.

Do you want to apologize to Fu Lin?Although he didn't break into the bathroom on purpose, nor did he want to watch it for so long on purpose, it's all because of lack of sleep that his reaction was so dull... He must never be so reckless in the future...

Thinking about it, Wen Jingyao gradually fell into a light sleep that was half-dream and half-awake.

"I made white fungus and lotus seed soup at noon, do you want some?"

Dimly, he seemed to hear Fu Lin talking to him.

Wen Jingyao couldn't tell whether this was reality or a dream, and tried to open his mouth to respond, but he couldn't make a sound.

"What's wrong with you today? Doesn't look right... ill?"

A wet hand fell on his forehead, which was slightly cool and comfortable.

"It seems to be all right. You go back to your room and sleep?"

The cool touch disappeared quickly, and the gentle hand didn't stay on the forehead for long.

Wen Jingyao really wanted to keep that feeling of touch, but just as soon as he moved his arm, he was swept away by a deeper sleepiness and fell into a dark abyss.

It was a long and peaceful sleep.

After a few hours, I regained consciousness, and the sky outside the window was completely dark.

Wen Jingyao's throat was extremely thirsty, and when he smelled the warm aroma of the food, his empty stomach began to stir.

Opening his eyes, he saw that he was lying flat on the sofa, with his head resting on a soft cushion and a blanket on his body. Obviously, he had been taken care of by his roommate.Slowly sitting up from the sofa, a glass of warm water was just right in front of his eyes - Fu Lin seemed to have mind reading skills.

"Is it better?" Fu Lin asked him.

"Ah."

Taking a sip from the cup, an inexplicable faint emotion spread in my heart, like the water in the cup soothing and warming.

"Do you have a cold?"

"Probably just too sleepy."

"That's good." Fu Lin smiled slightly, "Get up and eat."

The dishes in the evening are light and nutritious, which is exactly what I want.

Wen Jingyao ate with his head depressed, occasionally raised his head to meet Fu Lin's gaze, and looked away awkwardly.

He unconsciously remembered the scene in the bathroom.

The light was not turned on during the day, and the light in the bathroom was a bit dark, but Fu Lin stood there, the skin on his body seemed to be shining through, and people couldn't move their eyes.

"Who did you learn your cooking skills from?" Wen Jingyao could only find a topic at random, so as not to think about it.

"My dad." Fu Lin froze for a moment, surprised that he would take the initiative to ask such questions, "My dad is a chef."

"No wonder." It's no wonder that Fu Lin is very good at home cooking, and he said before that he can also make pastries if he has an oven.

"I'm often at home alone, so I can't do it unless I learn how to do it myself." Fu Lin smiled, "What do your parents do?"

"University professor."

"Both parents?"

"Ah."

"That's amazing, which university are you in?"

"S major." Wen Jingyao hesitated for a moment, then said, "One of them also teaches Wu Zhuofan's class."

"What a coincidence." Fu Lin thought of Lao Wu and couldn't help laughing, "Then why didn't you go to S University?"

"The chemistry department of University T is better."

"Too……"

Tonight is the first time they've talked about each other's home.

Fu Lin can probably understand the reasons for the formation of Wen Jingyao's character. His tutor must be very strict.

By the way, the two also exchanged some topics in the school, and ended the pleasant dinner.Fu Lin got up to pack the dishes, Wen Jingyao suddenly said:

"that……"

"Ok?"

"I'm sorry about the afternoon."

"..."

The embarrassment of being deliberately forgotten is back again.Fu Lin didn't expect that the other party would mention it again, and his face suddenly became a little uncomfortable.

"Uh, it's nothing, I didn't lock the door myself."

Hearing his answer, Wen Jingyao seemed relieved: "It was my fault that I went in without knocking. At that time, I was not very conscious, and I didn't notice anyone at home. Fortunately, they were all men..."

"okay."

So this person can talk so much?Fu Lin stopped it dumbfounded.

This is Fu Lin's first experience of "Wen Jingyao's apology".If you say sorry, just apologize, what else to explain...

Fu Lin felt embarrassed not because he was looked down upon by the other party, but because he didn't want the other party to find out the existence of "that thing".Judging from the angle he stood in the afternoon and the other party's current reaction, he probably didn't see it, right?

Fu Lin felt a little relieved.