The world is cool

(11)

The days of living together with Feng Yiyi and Rong Kai were as comfortable as Zhou Cheng imagined.He even regretted not moving out earlier, wasting so much youth in vain.If he still has that thing.When Hua Diao and Jin Dafu were released from prison, he followed him to pick them up. Feng Yiyi was worried about his emotions and even took vaccinations in advance.

Go forward, don't look back, he believes in this sentence more than anyone else.

With Huadiao, he and Rong Kai no longer needed such a technical job as selling mutton skewers, so the two of them spent more time at home, and the chances of tit-for-tat confrontation increased.Normally, Zhou Cheng is not someone who likes to tease cats and dogs. Obviously, that should be Feng Yiyi's patent, but what he is facing now is neither a cat nor a dog, but an animal that can be caught in the laboratory for physical anatomy research. The Martians, and most of the time it was the Martians who recruited him first, so he couldn't hold back...

For the specific mood, please refer to the hand that Avalokitesvara stretched out towards Tang Sanzang's neck at the very beginning of the movie Journey to the West.

"You go outside and spend two or three yuan to print it out and translate it, it won't work, why do you always take up the computer!" For technical nerds, the only fixed asset is naturally a battleground for military strategists.

But the problem is, the "total" in Rong Kai's mouth is actually only one hour.

"The time allocation is already five to one." Zhou Cheng stated the facts lightly, but his eyes were still going back and forth between the document and the online translation dictionary. He has studied Arabic in college, but it does not mean that he is proficient, especially the technology of translation. Even if it does not need to be convincing and elegant, it must at least be smooth and coherent, with appropriate meaning.

Rong Kai didn't continue to argue, and started to resort to hooligan tactics——

"Sister, you are the bow of the boat~~Brother, I will walk on the shore~~ Enenaiai loves to swing the rope~~Sister, you sit on the bow of the boat~~~"

Zhou Cheng's fingertips on the keyboard stopped abruptly.

Then slowly clenched into fists.

Take a deep breath... He endured it.

However, the Martians still have a killer move—reversal.

"Little sister, I'll take the bow of the boat~~Brother, you go ashore~~We love each other~ Swing on the rope~~Oh, swing~~"

Zhou Cheng stood up, exhaled lightly, then turned around and smiled at his roommate: "Stop singing, come here, I'll give you the computer."

Rong Kai's eyes turned into crescent moons, contented.

Of course, in Zhou Cheng's eyes, the crescent moon looked more like a sickle.

The sound of typing on the keyboard sounded again, obviously much faster than Zhou Cheng just now, as if the person typing on the keyboard didn't need to think at all.Zhou Cheng found the paper and pen again, and nestled in the corner of the sofa with the dictionary in his arms, but he couldn't concentrate for a long time.

He has many worries, such as whether Rong Kai's paper, which is more efficient than the assembly line, can meet the customer's requirements, or the right to use the computer has just been deprived, so forget it?

Yes, but Zhou Cheng didn't want to.

Zhou Cheng is not a man of action, he can turn things in countless circles in his mind, until at the end others forget about them, he finally draws up a follow-up plan, and when it is actually implemented, maybe everyone except himself Those who are in it or onlookers are all at a loss.

In the afternoon, Rong Kai finally finished all three of his papers and felt hungry. Looking back and seeing Zhou Cheng still motionless in the corner of the sofa, he greeted naturally: "Hey, let's do something."

Zhou Cheng was thinking about a word, and he was about to find the most appropriate answer, when Rong Kai called him that, the very thin string of memory in his brain snapped.

"What do you want to eat?" Putting down the things in his hands, Zhou Cheng's voice was calm.

Rong Kai didn't notice it, and frowned to himself: "Don't you know how to make a request, so what else can you ask?"

Zhou Cheng nodded, as if agreeing with the other party's point of view, but still asked intimately: "Soy pot or fried sauce?"

"I ate noodles with soy sauce in the morning." Rong Kai yawned, feeling a little tired after work, "Let's cook it."

Zhou Cheng got the order and rushed to the kitchen.

Things were progressing so smoothly, Rong Kai, who has always been heartless, was also a little bit guilty, looking at Zhou Chengyin's back in the kitchen, after thinking about it, he got up and went to help for the first time.

When Zhou Cheng saw Rong Kai coming in, he was also startled, but he didn't show this emotion on his face, but continued to work calmly, and at the same time observed from the corner of his eye what meaningful things this man could do. auxiliary.

The little lunatic is naturally unwilling to be lonely, so Zhou Cheng didn't wait for half a minute, and then he acted——

"You haven't contacted Jin Dafu recently, have you?"

Zhou Cheng's hand, which was chopping chopped green onions, paused, and the kitchen knife barely scratched across his fingers. Fortunately, no blood was seen, leaving a very inconspicuous wound, which was slightly white.

"I'm serious, don't contact him anymore. He has a family and a son, and you will have no good results with him."

It was rare for Rong Kai to use malicious ridicule. In Zhou Cheng's impression, the other party's serious behavior that was close to considerate advice only happened once, and it was at this moment.

But this time, Zhou Cheng couldn't help it anymore, he put down the knife, turned around and looked at Rong Kai, with a half-smile: "Can you tell me why you care so much about this?"

Rong Kai was stunned, he was used to being hit on the cotton again and again, this time he was suddenly pricked by the needle hidden in it, and he was a little helpless.

Zhou Cheng simply leaned over and approached step by step.

Rong Kai retreated subconsciously, and quickly retreated to the corner.

Zhou Cheng put his hands on the wall, looked down at the person trapped by him, and suddenly his heart skipped a beat, as if something had finally broken through Pandora's box, bringing him a fresh pleasure full of hidden malice .

"Fall in love with me?"

His words fell like a snowflake, turned into water, and then turned into ice again.

Rong Kai looked at him blankly, as if he was wondering, but also as if he was muttering to himself: "You must be sick."

But Zhou Cheng clearly saw that the other party swallowed his saliva after asking, it was the subconscious nervousness of his body.

Zhou Cheng raised the corners of his mouth, and this time he smiled genuinely.

"Have you ever been in a relationship?" He lowered his head slightly, and the hot air blew past Rong Kai's ears following the question.

"Don't worry about me!" The latter trembled like a small animal, very light and imperceptible.

"I haven't talked about it before," Zhou Cheng said confidently, maintaining a lowered posture, and looked at Rong Kai at a very close distance, "Then how can you tell that you must like women rather than men..."

Rong Kai's lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't form words.

"Try it," Zhou Cheng lowered his voice, like a big bad wolf coaxing Little Red Riding Hood, "it's good with men..."

Rong Kai still didn't respond, just stared at him blankly, like an unconscious human doll.

one second.

two seconds.

ten seconds.

Zhou Cheng sighed in disappointment when the expected fried hair didn't come, and he couldn't laugh or cry when he actually thought that Rong Kai would have some thoughts.He should have known that earth routines would not work for Martians. The reason why Rong Kai always troubled him but did not provoke Feng Yiyi and Hua Diao might be surprisingly simple. For example, Martians just simply hate him, Zhou Cheng.

But it's okay, if Rong Kai really likes him, it will be a disaster.

Thinking about it this way, unsuccessful revenge seemed not so unacceptable, Zhou Cheng shrugged, and naturally retreated and turned around to continue the previous work, as if everything just now was just an innocuous episode.

Rong Kai was still leaning against the wall, unable to move his body, nor his brain.

He felt dizzy all over, in the spicy and refreshing smell of chopped green onion.