My nemesis was taken to sleep by me

The author has something to say: I will update tomorrow. Jiang Huang is not stupid, he can understand the subtext of continuous mapping.

Not just indifference, but even a hint of sarcasm, mocking him for crossing the line, mocking him for not treating himself as an outsider.

"Yes, I'm sorry," Jiang Huang's heart sank, and he stuttered, "I didn't mean to inquire about your privacy, I just saw that you were unhappy, and wanted to comfort you."

He was very afraid that the continuous mapping would hate him. Although he was stabbed by the sentence just now, he still spared no effort to explain it.

Continuous mapping is not softened by this: "It doesn't have to be."

Jiang Huang stared blankly at the two words sent by the other party, and said in a low voice after a while: "Remember, it won't happen in the future."

The continuous mapping didn't reply anymore, he coaxed him to sleep carefully, he didn't dare to ask any more questions, and he didn't dare to say another irrelevant word, until the end of 10 minutes, he asked softly: "Brother, are you asleep?"

After getting no response, Jiang Huang hung up the phone with a heavy heart, thinking that he would go to Shen Xingyi for tutoring the next day, and his whole body was listless like a fat fish out of water.

Fathead Fish suffered from insomnia for most of the night, and fell asleep drowsily at dawn, and was soon woken up by the alarm clock, followed by a WeChat message from Shen Xingyi, saying that the tutoring was still in the study room last time , this time he won't be given another chance to be late, and even one second late is considered late.

Jiang Huang was rarely interested in talking back to Shen Xing because of the continuous mapping. He rubbed his eyes and replied "Oh", got up, brushed his teeth, washed his face, got dressed, and then went to the fly restaurant downstairs to have breakfast.

He ordered a bowl of noodles, the boss knew him well, and asked the chef to put more meat for him.

"Children grow up, eat more," the boss said to Jiang Huang with a smile, then glanced at the other regular customers in the store, and yelled at the chef from a distance, "Don't put coriander on the table by the window. If he doesn’t eat, the table by the door puts more millet peppers for him, oh, did you see the man in the peaked cap, take a few spoonfuls of soup, he likes to drink it.”

Jiang Huang didn't know why, but he always felt that the boss looked at the customers in the store and said these words, especially like a kind farmer uncle looking at his own pigs.

The face was quick, he added another bottle of Coke, and drank half of it.

After 10 minutes, Jiang Huang was almost full. He saw that there was still time, so he turned on the phone unconsciously, staring in a daze at the chat interface with continuous mapping.

I wanted to say a few more words to make amends, but I didn't know where to start.

Jiang Huang lowered his head and flipped through the chat records back and forth, when suddenly "Uncle" sounded in his ear.

He didn't feel that he was calling himself, and he didn't raise his head until the other party called him again.

Jiang Huang squinted and found a little boy standing next to him, pointing at the Coke on his table and asking: "Uncle, is that vinegar?"

How short-sighted this must be, to be able to recognize him as an uncle and Coke as vinegar.

Jiang Huang, who was not in a good mood, originally wanted to wave his hand to drive the little boy away, but changed his words after turning his eyes: "Yeah, why do you want it?"

The little boy nodded: "I want to, my face is too pale."

Seeing that the boss was chatting loudly with the cook, Jiang Huang didn't pay attention to himself, so he handed the Coke to the little boy, then quickly paid and left.

Uncle, go drink your Coke noodles, little brat.

After finishing this immoral thing, Jiang Huang regained his energy. He turned to a convenience store on the side of the road and bought a bottle of water. billed.

The yogurt was taken out of the freezer, and a layer of water droplets quickly condensed on the skin at room temperature. Jiang Huang didn't want to put it in his bag and make it damp everywhere, so he opened the package before getting on the subway and finished drinking it. The empty box was thrown in the trash.

He arrived at the research room 3 minutes early. When Shen Xing opened the door for him, his expression was unfriendly, his eyes were cold, like the air-conditioning of minus ten degrees Celsius.

Jiang Huang didn't care why Shen Xingyi had this expression. He swaggered to go in, but found that Shen Xingyi was holding the doorknob.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Huang asked impatiently.

Because he took a step forward just now, there was only a short distance between Shen Xingyi and Shen Xingyi at this moment. Shen Xingyi didn't move, and he didn't retreat, not wanting to lose his momentum.

The lines of Shen Xing's entire face are very serious. Yesterday his aunt said that Jiang Huang was unwilling to take a part-time job, and he immediately guessed the reason. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Jiang Huang was headstrong. position.

Even though he told himself that ignorance was Jiang Huang's problem, he still couldn't help feeling a little annoyed. He didn't calm down when Jiang Huang put him to sleep at night, but even so, he didn't go to Jiang Huang. The counselor sent a message, still wanting to save some face for Jiang Huang.

Shen Xing frowned and looked at the arrogant Jiang Huang, seeing a little yogurt on the corner of his mouth, he looked childish.

This discovery somehow relieved Shen Xingyi's anger a little, he let go of his hand without saying a word, and let Jiang Huang in.

Jiang Huang didn't know what kind of nerve Shen Xingyi was committing, so he walked over to the table with a curled lip, and stretched out his hand to pull the chair away.

He noticed that Shen Xingyi stood still after closing the door and did not come over, so he looked up at the other party, but was startled by Shen Xingyi's eyes.

No, he wasn't late today, why did Shen Xingyi feel like he was going to eat him.

But then again, Shen Xingyi's face really wasn't something to pick at. After watching his usual calm expression for a long time, he suddenly changed into this expression, exuding a different aggression than before.

"What are you looking at?" Jiang Huang swallowed.

Shen Xingyi was still thinking about Jiang Huang's refusal to do a part-time job just now, but at this time he came back to his senses with his yelling, and then realized that he had stared at Jiang Huang for too long just now.

But he didn't panic, his eyes moved to the yogurt on Jiang Huang's face, and he reached out and tapped the corner of his mouth.

It was to remind Jiang Huang to wipe it off, and to cover up his gaffe.

"What? Are you dumb? You can't speak because of cramp in your mouth?" Jiang Huang didn't understand.

Shen Xingyi felt that Jiang Huang was provoking him on purpose, and he became more angry. He didn't say anything, picked up a pack of tissues from the table and tore them open, took out one neatly, and approached Jiang Huang step by step.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Huang felt that Shen Xingyi seemed very difficult to mess with at this time, and subconsciously backed away until his back touched the wall.

Shen Xingyi's fingertips mercilessly pressed against the corner of Jiang Huang's mouth through the paper towel, and rubbed against it with considerable force.

The faint heat and rough pain remained on Jiang Huang's skin. Jiang Huang wanted to raise his arm to fend off Shen Xingyi, but found that the other's palm was firmly pressed against the glass wall at his waist, imprisoning him so that he could not move. .

Jiang Huang's refusal action made Shen Xing irritable for no reason, and his eyes darkened a bit: "You hate me that much?"