Born to be O, to be O to be A

Jian Jining ran to the experimental building in three steps and two steps, and walked to the second floor in the same direction as last time.

On the second floor, turn right to the first laboratory, and the metal door is closed tightly.

Jian Jining knocked on the door and said loudly, "Is anyone there?"

Before knocking three times, the metal door slowly opened with the tail of his voice pressed.

Jing An's voice came from the door: "I'm in the kitchen, wait a moment."

Jian Jining looked at the small flashing speaker next to the door, and a big question mark appeared on his head.

He glanced inside and saw that the laboratory was as bright as day, and with a raised nose, he could still smell a faint aroma of fried oil.

Just now he ran to fight before he was full, and when he smelled the smell of fried chicken, his stomach immediately started to rumble.

Following the increasingly intense scent, Jian Jining found Jing An in the small kitchen.

The light in the small kitchen was fully turned on, illuminating the kitchen utensils inside brightly, as if they were new and unused.Next to row after row of kitchen utensils, Jing An stood in front of the bubbling, staring at the rising red buoy of the thermometer beside the pot.

He was wearing a sky-blue apron with a few white clouds on it, and had transparent plastic gloves on his hands.Fragmented hair swept over the slightly drooping eyes, and there was a shadow on the bridge of the nose, with a serious expression.

As if he heard the movement, he turned his head slightly, facing Jian Jining's shocked appearance.

"Go and sit down first, we have to wait for a while." Jing An said as if nothing had happened, and picked up a chicken leg covered with bread crumbs, and gently put it into the frying pan where the oil was bubbling.

The scattered bread crumbs immediately stuck to the clean plastic gloves.

The frying pan was jubilant, and Jian Jining was still in a state of shock, "When did you learn how to fry chicken legs?"

In his impression, Brother Jing An, apart from tossing mechas and books, has never been in the kitchen at all.

Hearing this, Jing An glanced at the virtual screen beside him, "Just now? There are tutorials online."

Jian Jining: "..."

He seemed to be asking nonsense.

Jing An raised his lips slightly, "Go out and wait for me, the oily smoke is too heavy here, there are fudge on the table outside, eat a few to rest your stomach."

fudge? !

Jian Jining's eyes lit up.

He looked out of the kitchen, and sure enough, there were rows and rows of transparent fudge on the plate on the small table at the corner, in all colors.

When Jing An came out with the finished fried chicken legs, Jian Jining was already buried in the pile of fudge and couldn't get out.

There are apples, strawberries, tangerines, oranges, watermelons in this pile of candies... There are countless flavors, and he is still collecting how many flavors there are.

Since she was a child, Jian Jining liked to use the canine teeth on both sides to bite the fudge. He called it molars, and his mouth kept moving, like a squirrel gnawing on things.

Jing An's eyes softened as he looked at the man who was chewing fudge happily.

He put the plate of fried chicken legs on the table, and moved the fudge away, "Eat this first, there's still fudge, I'll eat it later."

Jian Jining had just wiped out a fudge, and looked at the fudge plate that was getting farther and farther away from him with some reluctance, but when he saw the fried golden and crispy chicken legs, his eyes lit up immediately: "It smells so good!"

Fudge fell out of favor in an instant.

After Jing An sat down, he kept replying to the messages in his brain.

Jian Jining put on his gloves and began to tear the chicken leg, put half of it into his own bowl, and brought the other half to Jing An's mouth while exhaling.

After cooling the meat on a plate, he tore it into smaller pieces and called Jing An: "This piece of meat is warm, so it won't burn your mouth."

Jing An just finished answering the message, and looked up at the person beside him, his lips had already touched the delicious chicken thigh.

Jian Jining's eyes sparkled, "It's really not hot, trust me."

Jing An opened his mouth and bit it, and after swallowing, he raised his hand and rubbed Jian Jining's hair, "You can eat, I've already had dinner."

"I ate it too." Jian Jining continued to bury his head in the great business of tearing the chicken legs, and suddenly remembered his purpose for coming, and muttered, "No, I'm obviously here to urge you to sleep."

Jing An: "Huh?"

Putting down the half-torn chicken leg, Jian Jining looked up at Jing'an, and said seriously: "Senior said you haven't slept for several days, is it true?"

Jing An: "..."

Facing Jian Jining's questioning gaze, he said calmly, "No, I slept well last night."

"Oh." Jian Jining said dryly, "That means you didn't sleep a few days ago?"

Jing An looked at him, "I'm asleep, I'm really asleep."

Jian Jining looked at him suspiciously, thinking that he was still busy until the early morning a few days ago, and got angry, and asked while eating chicken legs: "Are you still busy today?"

"Today—" Jing An glanced at Jian Ji Ning's appearance of eating meat in a fit of anger, and compromised, "I'm not busy."

Only then was Jian Jining happy, tore off another piece of chicken, and happily fed it to Jing An's lips.

Jing An ate it cooperatively, then got up and said, "I'll go out for a while."

Jian Jining fell in love with the feeling of tearing chicken legs, and none of the chicken legs on the plate escaped the murderous hand.

But after eating a few chicken legs, he was a little tired, and his eyes drifted to the fudge on the side.

"Eat these." Jing An appeared at the corner in time, holding a large iron plate in his hand.

Jian Jining turned his gaze back to Jing An, his eyes straightened immediately, the black eyeballs rolled around, and his mouth opened slightly.

The big iron plate is full of orange fudge!

The iron plate was put on the table, and when it fell, the pagoda-like pieces of fudge trembled together. Jian Jining even smelled a faint orange fragrance, which was refreshing.

He looked at Jing An, and under his signal, he picked up a piece of soft candy and looked him over.

There is also a thin layer of powdered sugar on the fondant, a piece only the size of his thumb, very exquisite and cute.

Jian Jining put the fudge into his mouth, chewed it up, and swallowed it.But the moment he swallowed, his eyes opened wide, and he wanted to speak with sobs.

"I can only eat one piece tonight." Jing An had already sat beside him, and warned: "Eat the rest after training, about three yuan each time is enough."

Jian Jining: "??!"

He managed to swallow the fudge that almost choked into his trachea, and he was dumbfounded: "You made the fudge with your exclusive medicine?!!!"

After chewing the soft candy just now, there was a little heat flowing through the limbs. He didn't pay much attention to it, but after swallowing it, the familiar recovery agent effect immediately surged in his body.

He stared at Jing An tremblingly, but he didn't realize it for a long time, and there was still white powdered sugar hanging on his lips, which was so cute.

Jing An was holding a palm-sized airtight bag, filled with orange fudge.

After hearing Jian Jining's shocking accusation, he said casually: "Well, making fudge is very simple, and you can continue to make it after eating."

"???" Jian Jining looked at the big plate of jellybeans again, and there was something wrong with him. Could it be that it's not easy to make jellybeans? !

"There are 15 pills in a bag, which is equivalent to 5 medicines. If you can't use them up in a day, you can seal them." Jing An put the packed bag by his hand.Seeing that he was in a daze, Jing An raised his hand to wipe off the powdered sugar on the corner of his lips, and then took another bag and started filling the fudge.

The warmth of Jing An's fingers was still on the corners of her lips, Jian Ji Ning was stunned, and after making a conversion, her heart twitched violently.

He looked at the large plate, estimated to be hundreds of gummies, and felt a little dazed, how much is this pile, can he afford it after selling it...

No.

Jian Jining shook his head vigorously, and asked seriously: "Brother! How many bottles have you made?"

Jing An avoided answering, "Come here and pack the bags."

Jian Jining gritted her teeth, "Did you stay up all night doing this?"

Jing An said calmly: "No, don't think too much."

No wonder, Jian Ji Ning looked at the fudge in front of him, pursed his lips and said nothing, both touched and blamed himself.

One bag was packed quickly, Jing An turned his head to look over, put the packed bag by his hand, and said softly, as if coaxing a child: "You have to train tomorrow, finish packing early and go back to rest early. "

"Okay." Jian Jining responded sullenly, and the movements of his hands immediately became agile.

The two work together, one counts the number of people, and the other packs the bags. Time flies by.

Jing An made a total of 60 bottles of medicine, kept 10 bottles for later use, and made the remaining 50 bottles into soft candies. There were a total of 150 bottles, packed in 10 bags.

When the last bag was sealed, Jian Jining's bracelet lighted up, and he didn't shy away from it, letting the news fly directly into the air.

On the half-empty virtual screen is the result of the school's handling of this one-on-one injury incident——

Jian Ji Ning defended himself and fought back without fault; Yu Xing used weapons in violation of regulations and nearly injured his life in duels, and was recorded as a major demerit, and his credits were deducted by 5 points; Su Qichang abetted the wounding during the duel process, and his verbal criticism was included in the file, and his credits were deducted by three points .

Once the results were announced, the whole school was shocked.

Jian Jining was also stunned.

Su Qichang instigated and hurt others during the duel? ? ?