pretend crush

Mencius walked home in a trance, and lay down on the bed in a trance.

Handbook: Actually...

Meng Ziqin pulled the quilt over his head, feeling his face was burning, and the quilt was very hot: Don't talk!

Handbook: Huh~ You don't let me talk when you're shy.Didn't he just say goodnight to you?

Meng Ziqin: Only a cold creature like your system would think it was just a good night.

Manual (rub your hands.jpg): Hehehe, can you say good night or something?

This is clearly deliberate misleading!

Good night is good night, can't he talk as well as himself? !

What the hell is running up after such a long distance? !

The more Meng Ziqin thought about it, the hotter he became.

Meng Ziqin: Quickly help me find out how many degrees the heating in the room is turned on in the manual.

manual:……

Meng Ziqin covered himself under the quilt for a while, then stretched out his head again feeling uncomfortable.

The cell phone thrown by the bed rang, and Meng Ziqin picked it up to see the previous episodes of the love variety show that Ye Xuening had sent him.

Do something else to distract attention first, I must be too serious about completing the task just now!

Meng Ziqin got up, pulled the pillow at the foot of the bed and placed it on the head of the bed, and clicked on the video.

The routines are still those routines, nothing more than a few handsome men and beautiful women, showing various surprises in the activities arranged by the program group one by one.

The more Meng Ziqin watched it, the more bored he became. He opened the barrage to see what everyone was complaining about, but he found that the whole screen was screaming Tiantiantian.

Manual: So that's why you've been soloing until now.

Meng Ziqin: Hehe.

In the show, the director released a new mission: During the filming of the show, insist on doing one thing for your partner.

Some people drew: say good night every day.

Meng Ziqin was ready to laugh, he didn't believe that he was the only one who would feel embarrassed when doing this kind of task.

Handbook: I think since this show is so ugly, let's just turn it off and go to bed.

Meng Ziqin stared at the screen with relish: Do you think your system also refers to these programs?

Manual: Yes, yes, I have referred to it, it will be even uglier later, and it will be closed soon...

The female guest smiled after receiving the task card, took out her mobile phone kindly, and sent the male guest on the V letter: Good night.

Meng Ziqin's hands shaking the phone.

Mencius pointed at the screen: Can you explain to me what this means?

Manual: ...you rushed out before I could finish my sentence.

Meng Ziqin: You have a million chances to stop me. It's been a long way from here.

The manual also wants to explain a few words, seeing that Meng Ziqin has already started searching: how to destroy a system.

Handbook: Don't get excited!Isn't the purpose of our system to lead the host to experience the feeling of secret love?Your mission is excellent, and our goal can only be achieved!

Meng Ziqin: I can complete the task very well without making a fool of myself.

Handbook: Who said you made a fool of yourself, the actor is obviously very happy.

Mencius paused for a moment as he slid his fingers across the screen.

The handbook quickly went on to persuade: You didn't see that, the corner of Brother Qiu's mouth was almost grinning to the sky.

Meng Ziqin turned off his phone and shrank back under the blanket, opening his eyes in the dark: Oh.

Manual: Don't dare to speak.jpg

It's not so exaggerated, but Zhou Qiu did smile. He covered his mouth all the way with his eyebrows bent, and even waved to the old man inside when he passed the security booth.

Meng Ziqin ran so far just to say good night to him.

Zhou Qiu thought about the soft feeling of holding Meng Ziqin in his arms.

Zhao Chengshan came to pick him up in a car, and when he saw Zhou Qiu approaching the car, he stood still, as if he didn't see him at all.

Zhao Chengshan: Are you okay?

In order not to forget this long-term task, Meng Ziqin set an alarm clock for himself every day, and sent Zhou Qiu a good night V message as soon as the phone rang, as punctual as a robot.

But perhaps because of this long-term mission, no new manual was released to him for several days.

Mencius is happy to be a robot.

At night again, Meng Ziqin turned on the TV with the freshly soaked noodles: How many tasks like this do you have? Let's discuss it in the future, can we all do it like this?

The alarm clock rang, Meng Ziqin skillfully said good night, and Zhou Qiu over there quickly replied good night.

The entire screen was filled with Meng Ziqin's good night, Zhou Qiu's good night, and nothing else.

Handbook: Don't worry, new missions are on the way.

Meng Ziqin: ...I shouldn't have asked.

Sure enough, when it was time for dinner the next night, the manual told him excitedly: "Qinqin, it's time to complete the task with confidence again!"

Meng Ziqin said while eating the takeaway in his hand: This time, please finish the lecture at once.

Handbook: The task this time is to deliver Zhou Qiu his favorite food and watch him eat it. The time limit is one and a half hours.

Mencius: What is his favorite food?

Handbook: You caught the point!But I believe that as long as it is sent by you, Zhou Qiu will like it.

Meng Ziqin: ...you just want to bluff me and make me fail the mission!

Manual (Grievance.jpg): You wronged me.

Meng Ziqin hurriedly took his last bite of rice, and while wiping his mouth, he called Zhou Qiu.

After Naihe called several times, Zhou Qiu didn't answer, and finally it was transferred to voicemail.

Meng Ziqin was in a hurry as he walked into the garage.

After an hour and a half, if there is no traffic jam, I would go shopping and then go to Zhou Qiu, and I would be a little nervous.

Meng Ziqin called again, but no one answered.

Handbook: The actor...maybe he is busy?

Meng Ziqin sat in the car and called Zhao Chengshan instead.

The first one, still no one answered.

Meng Ziqin suddenly had a bad guess in his heart: Nothing will happen to them, right?

His hand holding the steering wheel tightened for a moment.

Just as he was about to make a second call to Zhao Chengshan, Zhou Qiu called.

"Hey?"

Meng Ziqin's voice was a little anxious.

"Brother Meng is me." The person who answered the phone was Zhao Chengshan. He kept his voice down, and the surrounding was very quiet. "We are in a meeting here, so it is not convenient for Brother Qiu to answer the phone."

Meng Ziqin quickly grabbed Zhao Chengshan and asked, "What do you guys like to eat?"

He's already set fire to the car.

"What to eat?" Zhao Chengshan paused, "Eat... delicious?"

Meng Ziqin: "..."

He felt like he was going to faint.

"Snacks, desserts, etc., are there any?" Meng Ziqin turned the steering wheel and drove towards the main road.

Zhao Chengshan could tell that Meng Ziqin was in a hurry, but he really didn't drag him on purpose. Zhou Qiu usually either ate with the crew, or let him order casually, and he didn't seem to like anything at all.

"Okay, I get it now!"

Meng Ziqin: "Say it quickly."

"Mocha cake, every time brother Qiu is in a bad mood, he will ask me to buy it. This should be his favorite food, right?"

After Zhao Chengshan finished speaking in a hurry, he found that there had been no movement from Meng Ziqin for a long time.

"Brother Meng?"

Meng Ziqin was driving towards a place he was extremely familiar with.

"I see. Please send me your current address. I'll come over later."

Zhao Chengshan was startled: "Okay."

After Meng Ziqin hung up the phone, his expression was not quite right, and he didn't answer when the handbook asked him what was wrong.

He just didn't think about why it was a mocha cake.

Meng Ziqin has always liked to eat sweet things, except for cakes, which he prefers to be bitter and sweet.

More than 20 minutes later, the car drove into the bustling commercial street.

Meng Ziqin found a place to park the car, put on a hat and mask, covered himself tightly, and joined the crowd.

There is a cake shop on this street, and the warm light in the window shines on delicate cakes one by one.

Meng Ziqin chose the simplest one, with only a few chocolate beans on top of a layer of brown cream.

Meng Ziqin took the cake and found a coffee shop, chose the most remote booth, and called Zhou Qiu while unpacking it.

While waiting for Zhou Qiu to answer the phone, Mencius personally lit the candles and threw the burnt matches on the table.

"Qinqin, I was just about to call you, happy birthday." Zhou Qiu's voice was soft and slow, giving Meng Ziqin a feeling that he was very tired.

"Ah."

The candle flame flickered.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Qiu asked him, his tone seemed a little more relaxed.

"Make a wish," Meng Ziqin said.

"You make a wish and call, aren't you afraid to say your wish?" Zhou Qiu laughed at him.

"Don't be afraid, because it feels like it won't come true." Meng Ziqin put his hand on the paper plate at the base of the cake.

Zhou Qiu didn't speak for a while, as if he had left him alone for a while to whisper his wish.

The light of the fire gradually went down.

Zhou Qiu: "Have you bought a cake?"

Meng Ziqin picked up the cake knife and cut off a small piece, "Yes."

"What did you buy?"

"Mocha," Meng Ziqin dug a spoonful into his mouth, and pressed his upper and lower lips together, "it smells like coffee."

"Mocha, is that taupe?"

"Yeah," Mencius glanced at the plastic spoon in his mouth, "it's taupe."

"Excuse me, what kind of cake do you want?" The clerk stood behind the counter and asked the man who was wrapped tightly in front of him, but he could still see the tall and tall man.

The man looked up at her, pointed to the glass cabinet, and said, "Mocha cake."

The fresh cake was packed and brought out soon. Meng Ziqin took the cake and walked out of the store, and saw that the coffee shop opposite was replaced by a bookstore.

Once Meng Ziqin left the unfinished cake on the table, was stopped by a little sister when he went out, and got a rose.

"This is the last rose I didn't sell today."

Meng Ziqin bent down to take it, and asked her, "How much is it?"

"for free."

Of course Meng Ziqin would not think that this was a surprise prepared for him, like in TV dramas or novels.

The parents who promised to accompany him on his birthday are still busy with work, and they don't even say happy birthday. My sister is studying abroad and living a life at another time.

Anyway, there is Zhou Qiu, although he is studying in other places, but he can always answer the phone.

Mencius took the little sister's rose and saw the V letter from Zhou Qiu: Qinqin, congratulations, you have grown up.