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Until walking back to school, the little goblin couldn't recover from the shock in the morning. God knows that when he opened his eyes, he was shocked by the double shock of weird screams and strictness.

Zhong Xincheng had class in the morning, and when he went back to the dormitory to pack his things, the other roommates had just woken up. Da'an was looking for a towel with a toothbrush in his mouth, and when he turned around, he saw Zhong Xincheng kicking the door in, standing at the table looking for books.

"You don't come home at night, what's the matter?"

Da'an teased indistinctly, white foam flowed from the corner of his mouth to his chin, he wiped it casually with the back of his hand, his small eyes almost stuck to Zhong Xincheng's body.

Hearing what Da'an said, other brothers in the dormitory also came over, buzzing around Zhong Xincheng, chattering.

"Which beauty did you go out with?"

"Remember to treat guests when you leave the order."

"Haidilao, Haidilao is good."

"Grilled makabacca would work too."

"Noodle Dance Noodle Dance."

Zhong Xincheng packed his schoolbag, glanced at the roommates dancing around him, and explained: "It's okay."

There is no silver 300 taels here.

The dormmates showed wicked smiles, Zhong·Cruel Boy·Mo Deqing·Xin Cheng raised his eyebrows, and strode out the door vigorously.

As soon as the door was closed, laughter broke out in the dormitory.

The kid went downstairs, and when he swiped his card to go out, he found that Yan Shu was still standing downstairs in the dormitory: he stood still beside the street lamp, showing a subtle smile on the phone.

Why don't you leave?

Zhong Xincheng walked up to Yan Shu, separated by half a meter, and asked doubtfully, "Is there no class, brother?"

"Yes, but I forgot to tell you just now that you can come to the office after class." Yan Shu reacted and reminded.

Zhong Xincheng was taken aback, and after thinking for a while, he realized what Yan Shu was talking about - just now when they were having breakfast outside, Yan Shu had told him that if he had no place to study by himself, he could come to the office.

It's just about this matter, it's okay to say on WeChat, right?

"Will Senior Brother be there too?" Zhong Xincheng's eyes were burning, and he spoke suddenly, with a hint of anticipation in his tone, like a rabbit squatting on the spot with its ears upright begging for a hug, with its short tail tucked into a ball.

"Why, you won't come when I'm here?" Yan Shu deliberately pretended to misinterpret the meaning, but as expected, seeing Zhong Xincheng frowned slightly, he didn't continue to answer.

"Go to class quickly." Yan Shu urged.

Zhong Xincheng had no choice but to go to class.

……

Half an hour ago.

The two walked out of the hotel, and Yan Shu led Zhong Xincheng to turn into an alley. The aroma of fireworks from breakfast spread wantonly in the sound of yelling. Several private plots were set aside in the old residential area, and bamboo fences surrounded exquisite small gardens. The released roses swayed among the thorn leaves.

Adults ready to go to work were lined up in front of the mobile breakfast trolley. Zhong Xincheng, tinged with human smoke, followed Yan Shu to a small shop.

Hangzhou Xiaolongbao?

"Come in, Xincheng." Yan Shu stood in front of the signboard, and the old female shopkeeper stood in front of the chopping board and worked hard. There were not many guests in the room, and the smell of the steamed buns was alluring.

The morning sun slanted from the side of the high-rise building, and the entire south-facing alley was bathed in light.

The two sat down in the store, and when the hot soup and steamed buns were served, Zhong Xincheng squinted his eyes and remained still.Seeing his pious appearance, Yan Shu only thought it was cute, and reached out to help him hold the chopsticks.

"Brother, the phone call this morning..." Zhong Xincheng took a bite of the steamed bun, and the face of the person in front of him was blurred by the rising steam.

"Hmm." Yan Shu knew that Zhong Xincheng had something to say, but there was nothing more to say just "um". He waited for the children to start the topic.

"Did you call from your family?" Zhong Xincheng felt his throat dry, and he almost buried his face in the bowl while holding the bowl, and asked, licking the corners of his lips.

"It's my sister. My home is in city b, which is very close to here, so I sometimes go back." Yan Shu calmly explained.

"I'm from a scholarly family. My parents are both university teachers, and they are relatively free on weekdays. They are very nice people, gentle and kind, and don't have much to do. My younger sister is in a high school in the city."

Zhong Xincheng blinked, and suddenly felt that things were going a little awry.

Why... have you started reporting yourself?

"There are two suites in my family, the assets are millions, and the folk customs are simple and open. You are welcome in a famous tourist city. We have Swan Lake and Dongxia Mountain..."

Zhong Xincheng was dumbfounded, the spoon in his hand fell into the bowl with a snap, and suddenly felt that he was not eating breakfast, but at the If You Are the One scene.

[Here is male guest No. 8. He is handsome and rich and will love others. He is not demanding. He is fair-skinned, beautiful, polite, virtuous and kind, and understands financial management. There is a housekeeper for housework, and a cook for cooking. You are the only one missing.]

Yan Shu picked up the steamed bun politely and gracefully, looked straight at Zhong Xincheng and said, "I used to be an intern at the Municipal Tourism Bureau before, and I'm used to it, sorry."

"Hmm..." The kid was stupefied for a moment, he nodded, thankfully Yan Shu didn't continue talking.

God knows if his senior brother will blurt out: "My family is very nice, come?"

Hiss—it was so scary, Zhong Xincheng's thoughts shook, and he buried his head in eating.

"Where does Xincheng go to study on weekdays?" Yan Shu asked again.

"Amphitheatre." Zhong Xincheng thought about it again, and added: "But it's not very quiet."

There are people coming and going in the lecture hall, and the noise is a bit heavy.

"You can go to the office when you are free, and it's fine on weekdays." Yan Shu said, sending out an invitation.

Zhong Xincheng didn't say a word, but he was looking forward to it.

……

Zhong Xincheng did go to the office after class, he didn't have a reason to go, but he had his own ideas and insisted on walking towards the place where Yan Shu might be.

Just as he entered the door, he was stopped by a group of small things.

The schoolbag was leaning on his body, and there was a lot of laughter in the office. Zhong Xincheng moved his eyes from Yan Shu, who was drinking coffee by the wall, to his feet, and saw a group of orange furry creatures wagging their tails and making sticky noises.

One big and one small stared at each other with round eyes. The orange cat was as fat as a ball, and its fur was smooth and shiny. The cat's tail rubbed against Zhong Xincheng's trouser leg, meowing.

So clingy, this cat.

Zhong Xincheng thought so, squatted down to hug the cat, and teased the cat with his sideways face.

The kid with delicate facial lines has no resistance to cute little animals. With a smile on his lips, his right hand fingers are stuck in the cat's fur, and he gently scratches behind its ear, and the cat's whiskers are trembling comfortably.

"It's called Orange Candy." Yan Shu put the cup on the table. When Liang Tingting and Song Chenjie heard that Orange Candy appeared in the office, they also ran all the way around half the campus to play.

Oh, it's the cat that Yan Shu holds in his hands and loves?You still use someone as your WeChat avatar, did you get permission?

Zhong Xincheng hugged the cat in front of his eyes, stared at the kitten's eyes, and tried to use brain waves to communicate across channels:

"He stole your portrait rights, do you know?"

"Huh? Just blink when you're kidnapped."

"Meow meow is fine."

meow~

Tangerine Candy made a sticky bark, which made Zhong Xincheng feel astonished as if he had passed the cat language tenth level qualification exam.

"Orange Candy, call me Mom." Yan Shu walked over with his pocket in his pocket, rubbed Zhong Xincheng's hand on Tangerine Candy's back hair, and teased with a smile.

"Call me?" Zhong Xincheng asked with a dazed expression, looking at Yan Shu who was close at hand.

"Yes." Yan Shu smiled, "Call me Dad."

Zhong Xincheng lowered his eyes, scratching his head, and defended in a low voice: "Why don't you call me brother? The seniority is not right."

"You mean you want to call me dad too? Not too good, what do you make Song Chenjie think." Yan Shu was surprised, and heard Song Chenjie yelling and protesting in the distance: "Brother, don't count your seniority carelessly?"

"That's not right according to what you said." Zhong Xincheng became inexplicably stubborn, and actually began to seriously count the names.

Tangerine Candy moved restlessly, Yan Shu blocked everyone's eyes with his body, raised his hand and gently rubbed Zhong Xincheng's earlobe, which only increased the ambiguity and intimacy.

"Why are you so cute." Yan Shu whispered.

Zhong Xincheng's heart beat so fast that it even hurt a little.