Heart distance

Han Ziqi slammed the door and entered, feeling that he was cheap.

Less than half an hour before the start of the broadcast, he came to the desk and turned on the computer.

The phone vibrated.

Opening the screen, it was a homework question sent by Fang Wenyu.

Fang Wenyu: [Picture] Can you correct the answer?

Han Ziqi took a look around and found that he did a good job overall, except for one wrong choice and one to fill in the blank.

Han Ziqi corrected it with an image editing tool and sent it along with a detailed answer to the question he did wrong.

Fang Wenyu: Can you talk about it in detail?I didn't understand the answer.

Han Ziqi was still thinking about how to explain in words, when the other party's voice chat window popped up.

Fang Wenyu's profile photo in a long suspender dress appeared in the center of his mobile phone interface, and the blurry surrounding images made the profile picture on the screen more prominent.

Han Ziqi frowned and clicked on the connection, but his voice couldn't get any emotion, "I don't understand."

"Didn't the eighth question say that it is under standard conditions? Why can't we use n equal to V to Vm to calculate?"

"Because water is not a gas at room temperature."

"Oh yes, then..."

"Children, come out and eat fruit." The knock on the door accompanied by Han Tingsong's voice came in through the crack of the door.

"Is there someone else in your family?" Fang Wenyu on the other end of the phone questioned, "This is not your brother's voice."

"I still have something to do, hang up."

"Hey, wait." Fang Wenyu's voice was a little hurried, "Who is at your house?"

Han Ziqi ignored him, hung up the phone quickly, stood up and opened the door, "What's the matter?"

Standing at the door, Han Tingsong glanced into his room, "Where are you calling?"

"What's the matter with you?" Han Ziqi's attitude was not friendly.

"You kid, why don't you always answer the question directly." Han Tingsong said in a nonchalant manner, obviously teasing, "Your situation is a typical guilty conscience and psychological ulterior motive."

"Hey, you won't fall in love early, right?" Han Tingsong leaned closer to him, "If you want to find a partner, tell me, I have to check for your brother, you can't be fooled by those wild men."

"Boring." Han Ziqi was about to close the door, too lazy to learn from him.

"Don't worry, I have something to do." Han Ting supported the door tightly, his muscular forearm stretched out from the crack of the door, and there was a red strawberry in his hand.

The man's fingertips were pinching the lower end of the fruit, and water droplets were still hanging on the curved knuckles. Under the projection of the crystal lamp, there was a crystal light, and there was still a little citrus fragrance after washing on the wrist.

"Taste it, it's very sweet."

The bright red strawberry fruit is right next to the mouth, and it only needs to be a few centimeters closer to eat it with one mouth.

Han Ziqi turned his head away, picked up the math textbook from the table, rolled it into a tube shape, opened the door a little wider, pushed the person out against Han Tingsong's waist, "Go out, I won't eat."

"Don't eat it." Han Tingsong's voice came through the wooden door, "Brother Jun came to eat strawberries, but if your brother doesn't eat them, it's all ours."

Han Ziqi locked the door and checked the time.

Late again.

He put the textbook on the table and boarded the live broadcast room.

"Good evening date!"

"Baby, do you really not want full attendance money? You have been late for five days this month."

"Date, how about doing math today? I've been abused by math, and I urgently need to see the master's speed of solving questions to refresh himself."

"Zai Zai, just tell your mother the truth. Have you ever fallen in love? Give mom a word, and she will give up."

"The date camera hasn't been turned on yet, let's turn it on!"

Han Ziqi not only didn't want to turn on the camera, he didn't even want to talk.

"It won't open in the future. If you feel bored, you don't have to watch it." Han Ziqi didn't show any emotion.

"It's all your fault for talking nonsense before, now my date doesn't even show his hands, no more love, angry!"

"It's okay, date, even if you don't do anything, as long as I can hear your breathing through the screen, I will still support you."

"Aren't you disgusting!"

During the next day's break, Han Ziqi woke up Chang Qi who had been snoring next to him for a class, "Can you find the best person?"

Chang Qi rubbed his hair, yawned sleepily, "What kind of certificate do you need?"

"ID card."

"It's okay, it's not difficult." Chang Qi asked casually, "But who are you going to do it for?"

This question stopped Han Ziqi, he pursed his lips, "A friend."

"Friends?" Chang Qi woke up a little bit, and suddenly became interested, "With your bad personality, can you have friends besides me? Who, is it from our school or from the society?"

"Stop talking nonsense." Han Ziqi refused to answer, "What do I need to prepare?"

Chang Qi knew Han Ziqi too well, even if he put a knife on his neck, he would not be moved by the things he didn't want to say.Then he stopped asking, "If it's convenient for your friend, he can come here in person, if it's not convenient, he can just bring a one-inch bareheaded photo with a white background."

"But..." Chang Qi looked at him mysteriously, "This friend of yours is not an ordinary friend, right? We have known each other for so many years, and it is the first time I see that you are so caring about people that you are willing to help others. Don't you Do you find it troublesome?"

Han Ziqi flipped out a physics test paper, as if the people around him were nothing but air, and he ignored it at all.

Since Han Tingsong came to his house, the number of people waiting for him on the window sill every day after school has changed from one to two.

Although this man is not good looking, but as long as he can make his brother happy, other Han Ziqi can bear it.The family has changed from two people to three people. Although it is noisy, it is not a bad thing to be more lively.

After the meal, Han Ziqi finished washing the dishes, walked to Han Tingsong, and took out 100 yuan to take a photo on the coffee table, "Tomorrow, take a one-inch photo with a white background for me."

"Why?" Han Tingsong put on a face that upset him, "You can't see me enough every day, and you still want to save my photos?"

"I'm sick." Han Ziqi said coldly, "Bring it to me tomorrow at the latest."

Then go back to the room.

An hour later, Han Ziqi was about to start broadcasting when there was a knock on the door.

His brother and Han Tingsong stood in front of his door each holding a piece of ice cream.

Han Tingsong handed him an unopened ice cream, "Your."

"Don't eat." Han Ziqi didn't answer, "Is there anything else?"

Han Tingsong took out a set of photos from his pocket, "I just went downstairs and saw that the photo studio was still open, so I hurried to take pictures, I'm afraid you won't see my photos tonight, I won't be able to sleep thinking about it."

"Crazy." Han Ziqi took the photo and was about to close the door, but he paused and opened it again, his eyes fell on the ice cream his brother was about to eat, "It's so cold, don't take my brother to eat this again."

Han Ziqi turned to his brother and said, "Remember to brush your teeth after eating."

Before waiting for the reply from the two people outside the door, Han Ziqi immediately closed the door.

"Brother Jun, with your brother's bad temper, how did you endure him for so many years?"

Han Ziqi leaned against the door, and the voices of the other two came from outside.

"No, no, my brother is very good, my brother is very good, my brother is the best brother in the world." Han Sijun's voice was obviously urgent, and he hurriedly explained to another person.

"You can persuade him when you turn around. It's not good for him to be like this all the time. You can't live without contact with people."

His brother's silly laughter came from outside the door, "Hey, my brother wants to marry a wife!"

"Let's put aside whether your brother is married or not, Brother Jun, do you want to marry a wife?

"Hey hey hey..."

"You tell me secretly, I will definitely not tell your brother, just our little secret."

The voice outside the door gradually disappeared within Han Ziqi's hearing range, but he was still leaning against the door panel.

Is your temper really bad?

Han Ziqi lowered his eyes, saw the paper bag containing the photos in his hand, and pulled out the photos inside.

In the photo, Han Tingsong looked forward, his face was set off by the pure white background, he looked a bit more serious than usual.

But, it's not ugly.

Even if you are submerged in the crowd, you still have a one-in-a-million appearance.

Such a man is different no matter how he looks at it, so why did he appear in his house.

The next day at school, Han Ziqi showed the photo to Chang Qi.

Chang Qi dug out a notebook that hadn't been used in 800 years, tore a piece of paper and gave it to him, "Write down your friend's name, nationality, date of birth, and home address."

When the other party mentioned it, Han Ziqi realized that the ID number needed to have these basic information.

Since that person doesn't remember anything.

Han Ziqi picked up a pen and wrote a message casually.

While he was writing the information, Chang Qi took out the photo, "Oh, I'll wipe it! Your friend is too fucking handsome, I'm going to have to fight with you."

Chang Qi glanced down at the date of birth that Han Ziqi had written down casually, and whispered, "What do you do, friend? Do you have a partner? If not, please connect with my sister. They are quite the same age, just older than my sister. One year old."

Han Ziqi met Chang Qi's sister, who was studying abroad, and planned to return to China after graduating this year.Unlike Chang Qi, her sister has a gentle personality and is kind. She also took good care of Han Ziqi when she was a child.

Han Ziqi looked at the age of 23 he had written down casually, and said perfunctorily, "He has no job and is resting at home."

"Damn, she looks like a domineering president, but I didn't expect to be an unemployed youth! That's not good, my sister is a rich and beautiful woman." Chang Qi took the photo and looked at it for a while, "Fuck, no, he won't What is it for?"

Chang Qi's pupils shrank slightly, completely panicking, "No wonder he asked you to help with the ID card, this job must not reveal your true identity!"

"What are you talking about?" Han Ziqi was confused.

"Hey, I'll go!" Chang Qi panicked, "Dashuai Han, you're so fucking handsome, don't you want to go into the sea with him, right? Fuck, you really don't have any money, tell your buddies, we definitely can't do things that go astray .”

"You have absolutely no problem getting into a prestigious school with your grades. Knowledge can change your destiny. Don't go astray just for a little money!" Chang Qi earnestly said.

Han Ziqi really couldn't understand the importance of being taught popular science by the bottom ten students in the class, "What are you talking about?"

Seeing that Han Ziqi still looked puzzled, Chang Qi moved closer to him, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Tell me the truth, is your friend a duck?"

"what?"

"Hey, don't hide it from me." Chang Qi no longer hides it, "Look at his appearance, it seems that he grew up eating and drinking. But if he is the young master of a rich family, he begs you to do it." What kind of ID card. So he must have done that, he must have been caught by the police, and now he has to hide his name for a while."

Han Ziqi pressed his forehead and said helplessly, "Chang Qi, what are you thinking about?"

"Hey, to be honest, I think my analysis is absolutely reasonable." Chang Qi looked at the photo of the other party and tasted it for a long time, "According to my experience, if he grows up like him, it's either a domineering president of a wealthy family or a nightclub. The leading male duck, did not run away!"

Han Ziqi: "..."

Chang Qi's efficiency was very fast, and within a week, the ID card was handed over to Han Ziqi.

After dinner, Han Ziqi put his identity and extra photos on the tea table in front of Han Tingsong, "Your ID card."

"Yo, you care about me so much, you still want to help me with this." Han Tingsong picked it up, looking at the certificate with displeasure, "However, it's fine if you write my birthday in July and a half, but you Did you ask me my age? You just wrote me 23 casually, am I that old? Up to nineteen, no more.”

Han Ziqi didn't bother to talk to him, he just filled it out casually and didn't think too much about it.The other party looked like he was in his 20s.

"You can find a job recently." Han Ziqi couldn't help but think of what Chang Qi said before, and paused, "But please find a serious job."

"Serious?" Han Tingsong became interested, "Then I would like to ask, what is a serious job?"

Han Ziqi avoided his gaze, "Have you ever done that before?"

"Which?"

"That's it."

Han Tingsong is obviously much more experienced than Han Ziqi, just by looking at the latter's evasive expression, he has already guessed a lot.He sat on the sofa, moved his body to the side close to Han Ziqi, looked up at him with his arms propped up, "If I say yes, will you hire me? Boss Han."

The author has something to say:

Well, now comes the question.

Is someone the domineering president of a wealthy family, or the top male duck of a nightclub?