My nemesis was taken to sleep by me

The counselor called Jiang Huang’s father yesterday, asking him to be more concerned about his son. While Jiang’s father was speaking, there was a crackling background sound. It took her a while to realize that it was the mahjong tiles being pushed back and forth on the table. sound.

"It's not that I don't want to care about him," Jiang's father's voice fluctuated, "Hey, let me see this card, I must have played it wrong."

After a noisy meal, he put his mouth back to the side of the phone: "He has run away from home, what should I do? Hey, Jiutong, you say yes, teacher."

The smog seemed to float out of the speakers, and the counselor asked meaningfully, "Papa Jiang, is playing mahjong interesting?"

Unexpectedly, Jiang's father became energetic as soon as he heard it: "Yes, I will tell you about it when I finish rubbing this one."

The counselor almost didn't bring it up in her throat, she hung up the phone politely, thinking that it's no wonder Jiang Huang grew up to be such a fool.

She is not an irresponsible person. Just now when Jiang's father said that Jiang Huang ran away from home, her first reaction now was to ask Jiang Huang where he lived and if he had money to eat.

However, she soon realized that with Jiang Huang's temper, she must not be willing to tell the truth, and she still had to curve to save the country.

The counselor posted a message that blocked Jiang Huang's circle of friends, asking if there was any part-time job opportunity with a higher salary. One of her students encountered some difficulties.

In the evening, her old man sent her a message, saying that Shen Xingyi's cousin wanted to find a college student to accompany the child to read picture books, or let that Jiang Huang try.

Shen Xingyi, she knows that the favorite student that the old man talks about every day, the family conditions are good, and there is a listed company, he is a person who can go on the academic path with peace of mind without any worries. The old man asked him to stay in the mathematics institute after graduation the meaning of.

It would be the best thing to ask Jiang Huang to work part-time at someone she knew. She immediately called Jiang Huang over today, and was relieved to see that he agreed readily.

The economic base determines the superstructure. First solve the problems of life for him, and then gradually figure it out after learning.

After explaining the part-time job, she let Jiang Huang go, and Jiang Huang said thank you teacher seriously.

Coming out of the counselor's office, Jiang Huang felt a little happy for a long time.

He wanted to share his mood at the moment with someone, and it was strange to say that the first person he thought of at the moment turned out to be Continuous Mapping.

Probably because Continuous Mapping is the one who knows what's going on with him best.

In the past four years, he met many people in college, because of a certain class, because of a certain activity, but they were all short-term encounters, and there were few long-term friends. Later, everyone went away in different trajectories. , work, work, but he still stays where he is because of such an unappealable reason as failing in high mathematics.

He has self-esteem, and he no longer contacts his former classmates, and those friends in middle school are now drifting in different directions, and he is too embarrassed to bother them with his own nonsense.Not to mention Zhou Huai and the others, they are still children, how could they understand him.

Before sending a message to Continuous Mapping, Jiang Huang hesitated, wondering if this was considered harassment.

Occasionally, continuous mapping should understand.

Continuous Mapping didn't reply to him immediately after sending it, maybe it was because he was busy and didn't see it, or maybe he was blaming him for being abrupt.Jiang Huang hoped it was the former.

In fact, it was because Shen Xing usually wouldn't cut the trumpet specially built for Jiang Huang until it was time to put him to bed, so he only received the message from Jiang Huang at night.

At that time, he was having dinner at his uncle's house, and his mother asked him to deliver something.

The uncle's family likes him very much, and they will keep him late every time, and then call their son over to let him study hard with his cousin who is a doctor.

Seeing her son reluctantly sitting next to Shen Xingyi, my aunt suddenly remembered something: "By the way, Xingyi, the college student introduced by your tutor's daughter contacted us today and said he would come over tomorrow night."

"Yeah." Shen Xing agreed casually, feeling that he might not be able to make it to the bedtime appointment with Jiang Huang today, so he logged into the WeChat account and wanted to tell him.

As soon as he got online, his phone vibrated several times. It was Jiang Huang who sent him a message during the day.

Shen Xing opened the chat box with him bit by bit, read one by one, and raised his eyebrows slightly after reading.

It was him.

Just then, my aunt said again: "Xingyi, are you okay tomorrow night, can you come over and stay with Chenchen?"

Chen Chen is the little cousin sitting next to Shen Xingyi.

Shen Xing hesitated for a moment: "No."

Although he was indeed free, he didn't want to have unnecessary contact with Jiang Huang, and Jiang Huang probably thought so too.

"Then what should I do? I have a dinner party with your uncle tomorrow night. I can't push away an important client." My aunt looked at him distressedly. See if the kid is suitable."

On weekdays, his uncle and aunt treated him well, but Shen Xingyi finally let go: "Okay, I'll come over."

My aunt thanked him and handed him a plump orange.

As soon as Shen Xing took it, he peeled it off with his slender fingers and handed it to Chen Chen.

"Chen Chen, what do you want to say when my brother peels oranges for you?" Auntie asked with a smile.

Chenchen glanced at the oranges in his hand with disgust: "Brother, help me pick these white hairs again."

"Oh, this kid. It's orange stalks. Eating them is good for your health." My aunt rubbed her temples. "Xingyi, I made you laugh again."

Shen Xing shook his head to express that he didn't mind, but suddenly wondered whether Chen Chen would be as noisy as Jiang Huang when he grew up.

He lowered his head and returned the message to Jiang Huang, but didn't respond to the part-time job, but said: "I'll go back later at night, if I'm sleepy, I'll go to bed first."

Chen Chen suddenly yelled: "Brother is chatting with his girlfriend!"

Uncle and aunt's four eyes were fixed on Shen Xingyi immediately, he coughed and said no.

Seeing that Shen Xing was unwilling to say anything, my aunt pretended to be angry and said, "Why is Chen Chen talking nonsense all the time? How old are you? What are you talking about about girlfriends and girlfriends?"

"It's my girlfriend," Chen Chen pointed to Shen Xingyi's phone screen and read out, "I'll go back later at night, if you're sleepy, go to bed first!"

My aunt was taken aback, and quickly looked at Shen Xingyi: "Xingyi really has a girlfriend?"

As soon as Shen Xing covered the screen of the phone with his palm, his usually calm face showed a bit of discomfort: "No."

My aunt is deeply influenced by her elder sister-in-law, and she is extremely concerned about Shen Xingyi's relationship status, so of course she won't let him go: "Then why are you so close? Does he live in your house?"

When Shen Xing saw that his aunt's guesses were getting more and more outrageous, he could only tell the truth: "I have insomnia, so I found someone online..."

He felt that his aunt might not understand what it means to put a sleeper up, so he replaced it with "psychiatrist".

My aunt let out an "oh" in disappointment, and then said with burning eyes: "The psychiatrist is also good, how old is it, male or female?"

"Male." Shen Xingyi said.

My aunt is really disappointed now: "Oh, I thought there was something wrong with you, but Xingyi, you really have to put the matter of finding a partner on the agenda. Look, your mother is in a hurry."

Shen Xingyi just gave a polite "hmm".

He noticed that the phone vibrated again, but he didn't look at it again, fearing that Chenchen would read it again and cause unnecessary misunderstanding.

It was almost midnight when Shen Xingyi went downstairs from his uncle's house. He glanced at his phone, and what Jiang Huang said was, "I'll wait for you."

However, Shen Xingyi's eyes lingered on the three simple words for several seconds.

He put his phone in his pocket, drove home, and replied to Jiang Huang: "Are you asleep?"

Jiang Huang replied in seconds: "No."

Soon the voice call came over, and as soon as Shen Xing answered it, he heard a confused "Brother".

"Sleepy?" he asked typing.

"It's okay," Jiang Huang yawned as soon as he finished his bravado, and he admitted shyly, "A little bit."

Shen Xingyi said, "Go to sleep."

"No, brother." Jiang Huang said in a low voice, his voice was rustling because of sleepiness, and one could imagine his squinting eyes and messy hair.

That air of defenselessness is softening.

Before Shen Xing had time to say anything, he heard a muffled ringing from the phone.

"What sound?" he asked.

It took Jiang Huang a long time before he said: "Hmm...the quilt fell to the floor."

"Would it make such a loud noise when the quilt falls on the floor?" Shen Xingyi questioned.

"...Because I'm under the quilt." Jiang Huang rubbed his head, stood up from the ground wrapped in the quilt, and fell back on the bed.

What a child.Shen Xing thought about it.

"By the way, brother, don't you like me telling you about me?" Jiang Huang turned over and asked mutteringly.

Shen Xingyi asked lightly, "Why do you say that?"

"I sent you a message during the day, but you didn't reply." Jiang Huang spoke with a little grievance that was not easy to detect.

"I saw it at night." Shen Xingyi explained.

He feels that Jiang Huang in the daytime and Shake in the night really don't look like the same person. One is just playing tricks, while the other is sensitive and innocent. So he can speak harshly to Jiang Huang, but it is difficult to treat Shake like this.

"So you don't hate it?" Jiang Huang asked tentatively.

Shen Xingyi said, "I don't hate it."

Jiang Huang pushed forward: "Then can I tell you in the future?"

Shen Xing paused, but did not refuse him: "If you want."

"Thank you," Jiang Huang's mouth curled up, "Brother."

He felt that today was a very good day, except for Shen Xingyi who found fault with him, everything else was pleasant.

Hope tomorrow can be as good.

Jiang Huang's hopes were dashed the next night when he went to work for his first part-time job.

The child in that family was named Chenchen. The parents said that they would let the child’s cousin accompany him if they had something to do at night. fake smile.

Chen Chen has round eyes and short arms and legs like a small dumpling. When he was changing his shoes, he pointed to the living room: "Go over there, my brother is also there."

Jiang Huang said yes, looked up and saw Shen Xingyi sitting on the sofa.