Heart distance

In the dark night, only Han Tingsong's eyes reflected the attractive light.As if bewitched, Han Ziqi focused all his attention on those pupils.

The so-called Brownian motion refers to the continuous random motion of particles in the medium.The higher the temperature, the faster the rate of movement.

And from Han Tingsong's body, the microcosmic particles with the aroma of sweet wine are spreading unscrupulously and irregularly along his hot cheeks.

He didn't give up until the fragrance flooded into his nostrils.

Han Ziqi hates alcohol and can charm the mind.

He recovered from an unexplainable panic, staggered his body to the right with his arms propped up, dropped two words and went back to the bedroom in the dark.

"boring."

The next day, netizens complained all night about his failure to advance to the final, but Han Ziqi, who was extremely calm, seemed out of place in the live broadcast room.

After the live broadcast, Han Ziqi searched for Xueshen 001's name in the lobby of the homepage.The latter did not start broadcasting, but Han Tingsong had already left the house an hour ago.

In the next few days, Han Tingsong would still go out at night, but the god of learning 001 never logged into the live broadcast room again, and their trajectories did not overlap.

On the same day, Han Ziqi asked casually, "When will Xueshen 001 be online?"

"It used to be at xx o'clock in the evening. I don't know what happened recently, and I didn't ask for leave, so I suddenly stopped coming."

"Either his character is not good, he has no integrity at all, unlike our date, who arrives late even though he is late."

"But...how do I feel...emmmm..."

"Date, why do you suddenly care about him?"

"That's right, don't you care about everyone?"

"The high-cold people set up a collapse warning."

"Just ask."

"Down."

Han Ziqi quit the live broadcast room, clicked Silently Follow on Xueshen 001's live broadcast homepage, and then turned off the computer.

He was about to take a shower when his phone vibrated.

is a push.

"Qing, clanging! You are reluctant to tell the anchor who secretly follows the whole world that Xueshen 001 is online, hurry up and open his live broadcast room to meet him!"

Han Ziqi's Adam's apple slipped and he clicked on the mobile app.

As soon as I entered, the live broadcast room exploded.

"Grass, who did I see? Is it a replica or the real one?"

"I wipe, what the hell?"

"Oh my god! It's the date, it's really the date, I clicked it and it's him!"

"Fuck, it's the end of the world, and date actually entered the live broadcast room of Xueshen?"

"Love and kill each other?"

"What are you doing here, baby? Are you making a mistake?"

"Come here to fry CP?"

"Don't bring our family Xueshen, Xueshen is the person who advances to the final with the highest points, the date has long been brushed, it is not a grade. No appointment, no cue, please leave, thank you."

Only then did Han Ziqi realize something, he couldn't bear to think, he quickly backed out, and sighed while holding his forehead.

Forgot to cut the trumpet.

When Han Tingsong came home at night, Han Ziqi felt guilty and avoided him on purpose.

But Hanting Song is no different from the past.

According to what he knew about this person, he would definitely enjoy ridiculing him at this time.

Unlike the tranquility at home, the forums in the live broadcast room are very lively.The system pushes popular posts to him every day, and they are all topics that he hastily escaped after entering Xueshen's live broadcast room.

If you didn't run away at the beginning, you could explain it afterwards, but now you are only guilty of guilt.

Even though Han Ziqi didn't care about the out-of-the-box comments on the forum, he asked for leave the next day for an unprecedented time.

At 08:30 in the evening, his mobile phone rang.

"Hi, we are Starfield live broadcast here, is your date?"

"Ah."

"It's like this. Yesterday, a player withdrew due to personal reasons, and now there is a place for promotion. We conducted a voting list for the unqualified players, and the player with the highest support from the audience will get the place to advance to the final."

"After yesterday's voting, you ranked first with an absolute advantage, so I will check with you and see if you are willing to participate in tomorrow's final."

"En." Han Ziqi said calmly.

"Okay, then I wish you good results in advance tomorrow. At [-] o'clock tomorrow night, the live broadcast room of the final area is waiting for you."

Hanging up the phone, Han Ziqi turned on the computer. The voting on the forum has ended, and his votes are more than twice that of No.2.

Han Ziqi took advantage of the trend and pulled down the following messages. The top ones were all familiar IDs who frequented his live broadcast room, and the following were all encouragement for him.

Han Ziqi closed the voting page and went to the live broadcast room.

"Sorry, I'm late today."

"Wuuuuuuu, you are finally here, I thought you didn't want your mother anymore!"

"Date is here, good evening."

"Date, do you know that you have advanced? Congratulations!"

"I got a lot of sisters to vote for you. They also watched your recordings and suddenly fell in love with learning."

"Yeah, I also do the questions with date every day, so I feel very motivated to study. Thank you very much."

"Thank you, I will try my best."

"Date, do you know? I used to have a severe weariness of studying. Seeing your live broadcast made me realize that you are so smart and work so hard. Why should I be decadent?"

"Yes, I am willing to study because of you. I am a year younger than you, and my goal now is to pass the exam for your future university. I hope to have the opportunity to pass you by in school."

Han Ziqi thought he was impersonal, but he didn't seem to be so tired of being the needed person.

The finals started at [-]:[-] p.m. that night.

After dinner, 19:40.

Han Tingsong was still sitting by the sofa, peeling apples while watching financial news, focused seriously, and didn't look like he planned to go out.

"There is another hidden story behind the Lu corporate corruption case, and there may be a shocking unknown hidden behind it."

"Tear—" Han Ting put down the knife loosely, and held his fingertips in his mouth.

Han Ziqi went back to the bedroom, took out a band-aid, sat on the sofa half a meter away from Han Tingsong, "stretch out your hand."

"Why?" Han Tingsong obeyed.

Han Ziqi pinched his fingertips. There was almost no blood on the wound. Even if he left it alone, it would heal soon.

But he still tore off the band-aid and pasted it carefully.

"Which number do you like best?" Han Tingsong's question came out of nowhere.

"Three." Han Ziqi was sticking the two ends of the Band-Aid, "Why do you ask this?"

"It's okay, just ask."

"Okay, be careful next time."

"Child, you are so nice to me all of a sudden." Han Tingsong slightly bent down and met his gaze, "Could it be that...you have unreasonable thoughts about me?"

Han Ziqi regarded him as air, and after pasting it, he took out the red marker pen he brought with him and drew a small flower on the band-aid, "I reward you for not crying when you cut your hand just now."

Han Tingsong let out a chuckle, "Are you coaxing your brother to become addicted and use it on everyone you see?"

"Can't you?" Han Ziqi felt guilty and didn't look at him.

"Okay." Han Ting loosened his hands and was about to touch his head, "It's pretty, I like it."

Han Ziqi fended off his sudden hand, preventing him from touching him, "I'm going to do my homework."

After all, he got up and went back to the room.

19: 50.

Han Ziqi turned on the computer.

The number of people online in the live broadcast room approached 20.

Xueshen 001's live broadcast interface is still empty, it's already 59:[-], and that person hasn't come online yet.

According to official requirements, if you can't go online on time before [-] o'clock, you will be directly disqualified from the competition.

The host said: "Strange, what happened to our favorite to win the championship? There is less than 1 minute left, hurry up."

"There are still ten seconds, my God, Xue Shen, come quickly, I am also your fan of learning, don't let us down!"

"Six seconds."

"Five seconds."

"Four seconds."

"Three seconds."

The first place in the upper left corner, the room interface marked with Xueshen ID is still black.

Han Ziqi clenched his fists, his thumb couldn't help rubbing the knuckles of his index finger, and stared intently at the dark geometric box.

"Two seconds."

"One second."

The black interface was suddenly replaced by a pair of well-defined hands with knuckles, and a band-aid was stuck on the index finger of the left hand.

There is a group of red flowers on it, which he painted by himself more than ten minutes ago.If you look closely, you can even detect wet ink stains.

he came.

The author has something to say:

Congratulations to Boss Han for getting his second new job: cute and loving little anchor?

Well, the first new job is: diligent male nanny?