induced blackening system

Running outside for 5 minutes can make you sweat.

Chen Jia took the packed takeout out and sold it out. The business in the store was particularly good today. Since he entered the store in the morning, he has been busy back and forth until late at night. It was dark and he was still on the road.

The takeaway order had just been delivered, and Chen Jia came back by bike. There was no wind in Xia Ye, and he was so hot that his face was sweating all the time, and the sweat soaked the wound on his face, not to mention how uncomfortable it was.

Walking to the entrance of the restaurant, he suddenly heard someone calling him at the entrance of the barbecue shop next door: "Hey! Dude!"

As soon as Chen Jia turned around, a group of students were drinking at the barbecue restaurant, and Song Hanyang was among them.

"You don't remember me? Last time in the bar, we fought with that bastard in our dormitory, and you took us to escape?"

"Oh, I remembered, what a coincidence." It turned out to be Song Hanyang and his group of roommates.

Afterwards, Du Tiancheng only contacted Song Hanyang, and he was not very familiar with his group of roommates.

The boy who called him was very enthusiastic: "I haven't thanked you for helping us last time. I caught up with you tonight. Come over for a drink?"

Chen Jia glanced at Song Hanyang, saw Song Hanyang's cold face for thousands of years, thought for a while, and said: "Forget it, it's not a big deal, I still want to deliver food, you guys drink."

"Don't intervene." A few people next to him wanted to stop him.

Chen Jia quickly parked the car and pointed to the small restaurant's number plate: "My job is also a job, and I can't drink with others during work." After he finished speaking, he was amused by the prudish look, "You drink, our restaurant today Business is good, I have to be busy."

Chen Jia rejected those people, never looked at Song Hanyang again, and went straight into the restaurant. Within a few minutes, he saw him come out with two hands of takeaway.

Song Hanyang couldn't help feeling irritable looking at the back of him delivering food away.

During the day, Du Tiancheng also said that today is his birthday, Song Hanyang took out his mobile phone to check the time, it was already past midnight - Du Tiancheng was so busy and sweaty that he passed his birthday.

Song Hanyang didn't want to admit that his heart was overflowing with damn sympathy...

Chen Jia finished the last order of the day and finally took off her vest.

"I've worked hard today! I'll give you the wages." Their odd jobs are paid on a daily basis, and they can make a small profit when there are a lot of orders like today.

Chen Jiale happily took the money and bid farewell to the boss.

Not far after leaving the restaurant, he saw Song Hanyang standing at the intersection.

"Song Hanyang!" Chen Jia called his name loudly, his voice was full of joy, whoever heard it knew, "What are you doing here?"

"Wait someone."

"Who are you waiting for?"

"Cough...you don't know him." Song Hanyang would not admit that he was waiting for Du Tiancheng even if he was killed.

"It's so late, still waiting, go back early, your school dormitory should be closed."

"It's okay if you don't go back. Our major doesn't check dorms." Song Hanyang is studying a combination of undergraduate, master, and doctoral studies. People in the major often spend time in the laboratory or run projects with their tutors. The school never checks their dorms.

"Oh, then I'll wait with you, anyway, I'll be free when I go back." Chen Jia casually sat down on the pillar at Song Hanyang's feet, "Why stand there, sit down."

Song Hanyang's tutor was very good, but he still sat down with Du Tiancheng.

"When will your friend come? What are you doing so late?"

"I don't know. I probably won't come. I'll wait a little longer and go back if I don't come."

"Oh."

In the middle of the night, the road in the university city was open and quiet, Chen Jia couldn't find a topic for a while, Song Hanyang was also cold-tempered, and the two of them just hung out in embarrassment.

The night that had been quiet in the first half of the night was windy now, and the breeze blew the smell of sweat from Chen Jia's body onto the tip of Song Hanyang's nose.

Chen Jia realized it immediately, and quickly changed the angle and sat down: "I've been running for a day, it stinks to death, don't smoke you."

"Didn't you say it was your birthday? Why did you work so late..." Song Hanyang asked him.

"I have no one to accompany me. Besides, I can't celebrate my birthday, so I can't be idle at home tonight. I have to pay the rent next month." Chen Jia took out a few banknotes from his pocket, " See, I can earn so much in one night, isn't it much better than your studies?"

Song Hanyang looked at the few pieces of change, thinking that this was not even one percent of his prize money for participating in a competition, but he didn't have the heart to poke it, and gave an ambiguous "hmm".

"Song Hanyang..." Chen Jia looked at the person opposite and said with a smile, "Look, I made so much money tonight, shall we go to the movies? I invite you."

"What movie to watch?"

Song Hanyang didn't refuse outright, and Chen Jia was even more enthusiastic: "What do you want to see!" The key is who to watch with.

Seeing that Song Hanyang didn't answer, Chen Jia continued: "Anyway, you've finished the exam, so you're free if you're free, let's watch a movie together tomorrow, it's a deal!"

Song Hanyang let out a "hmm", and Chen Jia was so happy that he took out his phone and started searching for the latest movie shows.

He was staring at the phone with great interest, and Song Hanyang suddenly asked him: "Du Tiancheng, how old are you?"

"Me? I can't remember, probably in my 20s."

When he said this, Song Hanyang could probably guess his life experience, so he didn't ask any more questions, and said, "Don't you want to continue studying?"

"Hey, I'm not that kind of material!" Chen Jia refused straight away, seeing Song Hanyang's face was not good-looking, and asked eagerly, "You want to teach me to read?"

"Well, you are still young, so you can't always do odd jobs like this. If you study hard, you will have more opportunities in the future..."

It was rare for Song Hanyang to mutter, Chen Jia listened silently for a while, and said: "If you want me to learn, I will learn."

Song Hanyang raised his eyelids: "Are you not happy?"

"No, no..." Chen Jia quickly waved her hands, "Then what do you think I should learn?"

Song Hanyang asked him: "When you were in school, which subject did you do well?"

Chen Jia recalled Du Tiancheng's information, hesitated and said: "If I have to say it, it is probably... English, English?"

"Oh? How many points do you usually get in the test?"

"If you're lucky, you can get a maximum score of 120 on a test paper with a score of 50..."

Song Hanyang frowned unobtrusively: "What about the others?"

"Other subjects include fill-in-the-blank and short-answer questions, which are impossible to learn. English is all multiple-choice questions, and I can get high marks every time!"

Chen Jia was beaming with joy as she spoke, seeing Song Hanyang's sharp eyes, she quickly stopped speaking.

"Forget it, you should continue to do odd jobs..."

"Don't...Song Hanyang...Song Hanyang..."

While chasing Song Hanyang who was leaving quickly, Chen Jia said loudly: "I will learn from you! I will listen to you! Don't leave..."

Song Hanyang entered the school without looking back.

It was night at this time, and the school had access control, and students had to come in and out with their student ID cards. Chen Jia was stopped outside the door and shouted inside: "Then we will watch a movie tomorrow? If you don't answer, I will treat you as acquiescing! Tomorrow I will Come to the school to find you!"

"It's late at night, what's the noise?!" The guard showed his head inside the sentry box and scolded him.

Chen Jia quickly shouted inside again: "It's done, I'll come to the school to find you tomorrow!" Then, looking at the guard's fierce face, he waved his hands with a smile: "Let's go..."

Little hooligans also have spring (3)

Chen Jia got up early in the morning and searched the basement, but there was no decent clothes. Du Tiancheng was in a difficult financial situation, and his taste was not flattering. There were various holes in his skinny jeans, but only one pair looked normal, probably bought for job hunting.The same goes for the tops, the short sleeves that have been washed back and forth are all rolled up.

How could it be possible to be popular if you just go out dressed like this.Chen Jia searched the house again. Apart from the wages he just earned yesterday, Du Tiancheng also had a bank card, which contained thousands of dollars saved to pay the rent. go out.

City B is a first-tier city with a very high level of consumption. Even at a roadside stall, Chen Jia spent a lot of money to pick up two clothes with decent fabrics.But it's the best you can buy for a short time.

The new clothes had a slight smell of machine threads, so Chen Jia hung the clothes outside to dry, booked movie tickets on her mobile phone early, guessed that it was almost time, put on new clothes and went to University B.

Song Hanyang stood at the school gate, a little impatient. Although he had an appointment with others, he was used to arriving early, but this time he felt as if he was going to the movies.Fortunately, Du Tiancheng didn't make him wait too long.

"Song Hanyang!"

Du Tiancheng's name is Song Hanyang, and he always has a high-pitched and bright voice, and people can hear the owner's great interest from a long distance, as if the two are old friends who haven't seen each other for many years and suddenly meet.

Song Hanyang nodded in response, and the two walked out side by side. The movie theater was less than two kilometers away from B. At this point, taking a taxi was faster than walking, and the bus was also crowded.The sun had already set in the evening, and it was pleasant for the two of them to walk side by side.

"Have you eaten?" Chen Jia finally found a topic after a while.

"I've eaten." Song Hanyang's calm voice seemed to have a magical power in this summer, dispelling the sweltering heat.

"Oh, I haven't eaten yet."

Chen Jia scratched his head and smiled. There are many snacks at the gate of the university. They walked by a row of food stalls, and the smell of roasted corn penetrated into Chen Jia's nose. He stared at the roasted corn, and suddenly pulled Song Hanyang back.

"Wait a minute, I want to eat this, do you want it?"

"No." Song Hanyang refused.

Chen Jia casually bought a piece of roasted corn and ate it as he walked.The smell of corn wafted around, making Song Hanyang feel a little greedy.He was well educated, and he was generally unwilling to eat while walking on the road, but seeing Du Tiancheng's satisfied look, he didn't feel disgusted, but found it quite interesting.

Chen Jia deliberately stuck a grain of corn on his face, pretending not to know, and turned his head to follow Song