The Sand Sculpture Actor Awakens

Ban Zhun never imagined that he would be persecuted like this by a brat.

As soon as I opened my eyes, my whole body felt like it was falling apart, and even the swollen eyelids were much worse than the day before.

Sin ah.

And Rong Qian had learned his lesson this time, and stayed by Ban Zhun's side no matter what, ensuring that he would be able to grab his hand as soon as he stretched out his hand after he woke up.

Ban Zhun blinked slightly, then narrowed his eyes again, and said in a hoarse voice, "It hurts..."

Before he finished speaking, a glass of water with just the right temperature was passed to his lips, and the boy's voice was vaguely apologetic, "Come on, sure, drink some water."

Ban Zhun was in the rain for a long time, so he didn't care to look at Rong Qian, so he took Rong Qian's hand and drank the water in the cup. Finally, he sighed comfortably, and leaned back on the pillow to lie paralyzed.

Blinking his eyes, he looked at the wound on the corner of Rong Qian's mouth, raised his finger there, and couldn't help laughing, "I bit it?"

Rong Qian nodded, looking a little aggrieved, but more seems to be complacent:

"of course."

He seemed very happy.

As if aware of Ban Zhun's heart, Rong Qian didn't hide his state of mind at all, and went directly to kiss Ban Zhun's chin:

"I'm so happy, my dream has finally come true, Zhun Zhun and I have finally become one."

Ban Zhun raised his hand and pinched Rong Qian's lips accurately. Looking at the octopus mouth that suddenly appeared on the young man's pretty face, he scolded loudly before he could laugh:

"Shut up!!!"

What the hell are you saying about tigers and wolves!

Rong Qian didn't care, and let him pinch him, his soft black hair recklessly burrowed into Ban Zhun's arms, like a giant dog.

"Yes, do you want some breakfast? Can't you eat?"

Seeing that Ban Zhun's face was flushed, as if he had a fever, Rong Qian couldn't help but regret his actions last night.

"...can't get up," Ban Zhun tried, and found that he had no strength in his legs, so he could only lie on the bed and look at the ceiling, "dizzy."

Rong Qian lightly touched his forehead, and finally used his own forehead to touch the class guide, frowned slightly, and kissed his lips distressedly:

"Certainly, you seem to have a fever."

His forehead was very hot, even hotter than when he didn't wake up.

Ban Zhun was about to fall asleep, and when he heard Rong Qian mentioning a fever in a daze, he immediately fumbled for his mobile phone, squinted his eyes and clicked on the screen:

"I... I have a health code."

Rong Qian really had nothing to do with his precious sea otter, so he took out his mobile phone and pretended to scan Ban Zhun's screen to complete the task;

"Okay comrade, thank you for your cooperation."

Only then did Ban Zhun take back his mobile phone and continued to curl up in the bed and fell asleep.

Seeing that Ban Zhun closed his eyes, Rong Qian carefully let go of his hand, got up and went to the living room to get the medicine box.

After measuring the body temperature, it was 38.1 degrees Celsius.

Use physical cooling first, and then take medicine as appropriate.

Rong Qian repeatedly wiped the hot skin of the young man from the red neck to the white toes with alcohol. Effect.

It wasn't until noon that Ban Zhun struggled to open his eyes, held Rong Qian's fingertips that had been resting on the back of his hand, and asked bluntly, "I want a piece...a big white pig."

Rong Qian laughed directly: "You seem to be cured of this disease, and you all know that you will be a big white pig."

Ban Zhun ignored him, pointed to his mouth, and signaled Rong subconsciously.

"Stop dreaming." Rong Qian took another cup of warm water and fed it to Ban Zhun's lips. Seeing him drinking greedily, he couldn't help but feel cute when he was distressed. "Slow down, slow down, pigs drink like this." water."

Ban Zhun: "..."

He swallowed the water in his mouth, and squinted at Rong Qian: "If you don't want to talk about this love, just say something."

Rong Qian put down his cup and smiled, "I say me, pigs don't know how to cherish it."

I don't know if Ban Zhun's recovery ability is not bad, or Rong Qian took good care of him, but after a while, Ban Zhun was able to sit on the bedside and drink porridge with Rong Qian's support.

However, Ban Zhun was extremely dissatisfied that there were not a few big white pigs buried under the porridge bowl. After finishing the porridge angrily, he put the bowl heavily on the small table to show his irrepressible anger.

Rong Qian didn't know what was going on in his mind, but Ban Zhun's current state was really not suitable for eating candy, which would make his throat even more uncomfortable, so he walked out of the bedroom with the bowl in his hand, came back quickly, put away the small table, and supported Ban Zhun. Lie comfortably under the sun-filled quilts that are piled on the carpet.

"Certainly, I have to move around in a while. If I lie down all the time, I won't feel comfortable when I get up again."

Rong Qian saw that Ban Zhun was lazily lying on the quilt, although it fit his sea otter image very well, but after all, he is a human being, so he has to move from time to time.

Unexpectedly, Ban Zhun immediately shook his head, "No."

Rong Qian knew that he couldn't persuade him like this, so he took advantage of the time when he went out to pour water for Ban Zhun, and thought of a new way.

Worried that Ban Zhun's eyes would be hurt by the midday sun, Rong Qian put a blindfold on him. Although he couldn't see right now, he could still hear the voices coming from the living room with the bedroom door open.

Rong Qian received a call from the company urging him to come over.

Although he is still a student, Rongqian's ability has already exceeded the level of all the courses he should have learned during the school, so with the appropriate and reasonable intervention of the class teacher, Rongqian left the school again and devoted himself to love and career.

Just as he was thinking about Rong Qian, Ban Zhun heard Rong Qian's footsteps coming from the door.

"Come on, sure, put this on."

Rong Qian paused after speaking, as if he was waiting for Ban Zhun to take off the blindfold.

Sure enough, sea otters are curious by nature, and Ban Zhun is a sea otter, so Ban Zhun is also curious by nature.

Hearing Rong Qian's pretentiously mysterious voice, he couldn't help but took off his blindfold and looked at the person standing at the door.

With a set of pure white plush home clothes draped between his arms, Rong Qian beckoned to Ban Zhun, signaling him to come over.

Ban Zhun was so dizzy and hurt all over, seeing that Rong Qian dared to call him with this attitude, he couldn't help being angry.

"Do you have a heart? Who did I become like this?"

"Quite, I know you are uncomfortable, but you have to move properly, otherwise you will be even more uncomfortable when you suddenly get up from the bed."

Rong Qian's words are well-founded.

After listening, although Ban Zhun felt that it made sense, he still couldn't accept what Rong Qian did last night. He set his eyes on his slightly blue wrist and showed Rong Qian his masterpiece:

"Young Master Rong really turned his face and refused to recognize anyone. He called her Xiao Tiantian last night, but today..."

Rong Qian directly gave up the idea of ​​asking Ban Zhun to get out of bed and walk around, raised his legs and strode over, and stopped Ban Zhun from climbing down from the pile of quilts with a grinning smile :

"Okay, okay, if you don't get down, don't get down, we must lie down, come, stretch your arms, I will change your clothes for you."

Rong Qian said as he introduced the pajamas he was holding in his hand to Ban Zhun: "Zhun Zhun, this fleece is really comfortable. I bought it for you yesterday. After washing and drying, it's just right for you to wear."

Ban Zhun still didn't agree, but wanted to get out of bed and rub him well, he lifted his trouser legs and rolled up his sleeves, showed him the hickey marks on his skin, pretended to be yin and yang and said:

"Oh, I don't dare to bother Young Master Rong to change my clothes for a mere scumbag. I'd better do it myself."

Rong Qian was forced to laugh and cry by him, so he hugged Ban Zhun and kissed him several times, coaxing him softly: "Be good, Zhun Zhun, put it on, and after that, I'll tell you about Mr. Ba's novel."

"Okay, I won't bother you," Ban Zhun took the soft home clothes from him, put his back on Rong Qian and put it on his head, and said while putting on the sleeves, "Hurry up and go to the company later, don't worry about it because I have delayed your support for the family."

Rong Qian smiled, and his eyes fell on the black tattoo under the butterfly bone on the young man's back, and his eyes couldn't help but softened a lot.

While Ban Zhun was struggling with the sleeve that he couldn't find, Rong Qian walked over and lowered his head and kissed the tattooed place gently.

Ban Zhun was startled, and just as he turned around to hit him, Rong Qian's unpredictable LJ grabbed his wrist, hugged the young man's thin waist, bowed his head and kissed his lips.

"Well, I still...post..." Ban Zhun's voice was ambiguous, and he said while hiding, "Show..."

Rong Qian let out a muffled laugh, "That would be the best."

After the kiss, Ban Zhun felt that he had gained super resistance from Rong Qian, and his vision became much clearer, so he pressed Rong Qian's back and pushed him all the way to the door, "Go to work quickly!" Come back early tonight."

Rong Qian's bad intentions were directed at Ban Zhun alone. Before he closed the entrance door, he put the exhausted sea otter in plush pajamas on the low stool by the door and kissed again and again. Only when you see people are almost out of breath, can you let go.

Then, before Ban Zhun could catch his breath and cursed loudly, he fled away with a smile on his face.

Ban Zhun always felt a little lonely without someone who told him novels about Mr. Ba. He flipped through a few pages of the same e-book in boredom, and suddenly a flash of inspiration came to his mind.

He thought of a way to make himself happy, and at the same time take a small revenge on Rong Qian.

That is, he came to write a novel, with him and Rong Qian as the protagonists.

Ban Zhun has never procrastinated, and usually does whatever comes to his mind.

Before the idea reached a perfect level, Ban Zhun staggered into the study room, carried the laptop to the living room carpet, and leaned on the sofa to conceive the plot.

As the target of his revenge, Rong Qian's archetype in Wen Zhong must not be more powerful than him, and must be pitiful, very pitiful, only his class can become the light of salvation.

Most importantly, literature must be mastered.

Ban Zhun nodded in satisfaction, full of praise for his thoughts in his heart.

The first is to choose a name.

Ba Zong's literature should be simple and rude, not to mention that his surname is Ban, and the homonym of Ba Zong is not too much, right?

After Ban Zhun chose such a heartless name for himself in the text, he began to think about Rong Qian's image in the text.

If you directly write the word Rong Qian... If this vengeful brat is caught, won't he die an ugly death as the overlord?

Then...the thread is broken?

No, no, there is no protagonist with this name.

Ban Zhun was suddenly blessed, and suddenly remembered the Chinese meaning of Jasper.

jasper.

Then call him Rongyu, the kind that has easy homonyms and is easy to be attacked by the boss.

Combined with the imaginary Rong Qian's aggrieved expression, Ban Zhun immediately started to write and think, and opened Word to do it.

[Under the hazy moonlight, the phantom with a dark body slid to the door of a convenience store and stopped slowly. The man in the back seat did not say a word, and looked out the window with heavy eyes.

The driver remained silent, watching his nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, and heart, waiting for the calm boss in the back seat to give him orders.

"What time is it?" The man's voice was cold, but when he looked there, there seemed to be tenderness in his eyes.

The driver wearing white gloves glanced at the central control screen, turned around respectfully, and answered the man:

"Mr. Ba, it's 48:[-] in the evening."

The moonlight shifted, reflecting on the man's handsome face, even the driver who often gets along with him couldn't help but hold his breath slightly.

It turned out that the person called Mr. Ba by the driver was precisely Mr. Ba, who dominated the business district of Jinghai City. 】

Ban Zhun was so refreshed by the passage he had written, he lay on his back on the carpet with his computer in his arms and admired it several times, and then smiled with his uncle at the corner of his mouth, twisting into a ball on the carpet like a fat white silkworm.

The Ziwei star descended from the sky, and the Wenqu star descended to the earth.

Who else is a genius, Brother Zhun deserves his name.

Ban Zhun had never written a novel, so he lacked experience, so he closed the computer, intending to lie on the carpet and meditate for a while, but unexpectedly fell asleep.

When he woke up, Rong Qian had already returned home.

Ban Zhun pulled away the heavy quilt on his body, raised his hand and fiddled with the soft mattress that Rong Qian had placed under him at some point, and then looked at Rong Qian who was cooking in the kitchen with his back facing him:

"When did you come back?"

As soon as he finished asking, Ban Zhun remembered his masterpiece this afternoon, and hurriedly looked at the laptop on the coffee table.

I found that the direction of placement didn't seem to be much different from the one I placed before, so I breathed a sigh of relief.

The range hood in the kitchen was working, Rong Qian might not have heard what he said.

Just as Ban Zhun was about to yell again, he found half a can of big white pigs in the drawer under the tea table out of the corner of his eye.

Ban Zhun, who is so addicted to sweets, was driven by desire, so he relaxed his movements, and took out a candy with two fingers in the drawer.

Just as Ban Zhun peeled off a big white pig and opened his mouth to put it in his mouth, a hand suddenly stretched out from the oblique thorn, and his slender fingers clamped Ban Zhun's lips swiftly.

"Do you still dare to eat candy? Don't you want your teeth? Don't you want your throat?"

Ban Zhun dared not speak out, but silently recorded his hatred for Rong Qian in his notebook.

See if I don't write and cry for you, let you kneel down and beg to let me go, humming all day long.

Rong Qian prepared a sumptuous dinner, and even the color of the vegetables matched the style of the plate, which made people's index fingers very excited.

Ban Zhun rested for a whole day, not only in good condition, but also radiant.

Although Rong Qian didn't quite understand the wretched smile that appeared in his eyes from time to time, which didn't match his temperament, but Ban Zhun being able to be happy was better than anything else for him.

After dinner, Ban Zhun went back to the study with his notebook in his arms in the name of business.

He observed Rong Qian's current position on the monitor while wearing a quilt, and carefully stared at the screen for a while, only to find that Rong Qian really had no intention of coming to the study, he was relieved.

Passionate codeword 2.0, just open Word and do it.

The Ba Zong didn't have enough food, so he made up his own code.

【"If he still refuses to bow his head, let this convenience store go bankrupt after dawn, and let him fully understand the consequences of offending me. I'll wait for him to come and beg me."

On the handsome face of the overlord, there was a bloodthirsty cruelty.

The driver was trembling with fright, "...Yes, Mr. Ba."

Mr. Ba was obviously very satisfied with the driver's attitude, so he said lightly:

"After that, I will hand over the management of this store to you. Let Rongyu take a good look at how easy it is for others to get what he can't get."

The driver said to President Ba with tears of gratitude: "Ba..."]

Before Ban Zhun could finish typing, he heard Rong Qian's footsteps faintly outside the door.

Out of guilty conscience, Ban Zhun was so frightened that his hands trembled on the spot, and he even touched the wireless mouse to the ground.

danger!His manuscript has not been saved!

Before pressing Ctrl+S, the study door was instantly pushed open by Rong Qian.

The author has something to say:

Class Boss: I finally realized my dream

Mrs. Ban: Why do I always feel that someone is scolding me behind my back?

The little donkey slandered: I know who is scolding you, it is your wife

Mrs. Ben made a fist: Guess how many punches I can make your hair bald

The little donkey ran away in embarrassment

[The new month has begun, I heard that there is hair growth liquid? (Exposing eyes that have never seen the world, making a voice that yearns for hair growth liquid) Shihashiha, I want Modo Modo's comments, oh~]