I attacked the god of learning

"No no no-"

Cheng Xinglin is not stupid, he definitely doesn't want to be separated from Jian Xing at this time.

What's more, Jian Xing is still proactive.

Although it's just something to eat after finishing one thing.

But that's cool too.

Cheng Xinglin was just about to catch up with Jian Xing, but Jian Xing took two steps towards him.

Standing shoulder to shoulder with Cheng Xinglin, Jian Xing said with a smile, "I'm just kidding you—what do you want to eat?"

What to eat.

At eight o'clock, every restaurant in the whole city was open to them.

The street they walk on is full of everything, ranging from hot pot restaurants and barbecue restaurants to small Sichuan cuisine stir-fries and small noodle restaurants on the street.

Cheng Xing was walking beside Jian Xing, looking around the shop, a little nervous.

The first meal he and Jian Xing ate must be carefully chosen.

Sichuan cuisine is delicious, but the shops are all rooms full of fly oil.

Although the hot pot is very good, it seems that it is not suitable for eating so late.

Cheng Xinglin looked around.

When passing by a barbecue restaurant he often goes to, he can feel his saliva secreted very clearly.

Then, Cheng Xinglin quickly swallowed his saliva.

He glanced at Jian Xing, and after confirming that Jian Xing didn't see his action, he glanced at the barbecue shop quietly.

I really want to eat barbecue...

But to be honest, it’s just a simple breakfast of iced American style with TACO, and the breezy university god sits in a greasy barbecue restaurant to eat barbecue.

I'm suffocating just thinking about it.

Cheng Xinglin looked away from the barbecue restaurant, but found that Jian Xing's gaze turned to him at some point.

Cheng Xinglin: "...what's wrong, senior?"

Jian Xing: "What to eat, have you thought about it?"

what……

Cheng Xinglin quickly looked up, looked around them, and finally locked on a store.

"Well, the big guy is here? Can I treat you to western food?" Cheng Xinglin said.

Although this is also a fast food, it still looks like that anyway.

In any case, cutting a steak elegantly with a knife and fork is better than letting Jian Xing sit on the street and gnaw on a stick.

"Western food."

"Uh-huh."

Jian Xing glanced at Cheng Xinglin who was full of eagerness in his eyes, smiled, and said, "Not good."

"Let's eat barbecue." Jian Xing turned his head and glanced at the shop that Cheng Xinglin had been scanning from the corner of his eye just now, and asked, "I want to eat...is that shop?"

"Eh, no—wait a minute, that, senior..."

Jian Xing ignored Cheng Xinglin's messy rejection words, and walked towards the barbecue restaurant on the street with long legs.

Chongqing's barbecue is a huge charcoal grill on the left, and a flat cart on the right, with various dishes on it.

Jane walked to the flatbed cart, went to get a basket, put it on the vegetables, and bowed her head to choose the vegetables.

Jian Xing is dressed in a neat school uniform, which should be out of place with this place, but he picked up a bunch of palm treasures and studied them carefully...

But there is no sense of incongruity.

"What are you still doing?" Jian Xing held up the treasure in his palm and said to Cheng Xinglin who was not far away, "Do you want to eat this?"

"Eat... I come, I come!"

Cheng Xinglin was afraid that Jian Xing's hands would get dirty, so he hurried over and brought the string of palm treasures.

He was still a little uncertain, so he raised his head and asked Jian Xing: "Really...do you really eat this? The environment here is very ordinary..."

Jian Xing didn't say anything, but just raised the phone.

Cheng Xinglin didn't understand what he meant, but Jian Xing had already turned on the front camera.

Cheng Xinglin was startled when he saw his face jumping out—"Why?"

"I'll show you that your eyes are glowing green." Jian Xing said with a smile, "Eat it, a good student who does good deeds, you can't eat all the things you like - do you want mutton skewers?"

"No, the smell is so strong..."

Cheng Xinglin really couldn't be polite to Jian Xing now.

He wanted to eat every kind of meat on the barbecue stand, and he filled the small basket without restraint.

After picking out, Cheng Xinglin was just about to give the basket to the proprietress who was grilling, when Jian Xing held him down.

"Let's have something green." Jian Xing looked at the big basket of meat, and expressed his opinion on Cheng Xinglin's eating habits.

"Okay." Cheng Xinglin followed suit, "Miss Boss, here's a bottle of Sprite."

The proprietress laughed: "Even if Shancheng Beer is greener."

Jian Xing: "..."

Jian Xing ignored the two joking customers, looked down at himself, picked up a bunch of cabbage, and held it in front of Cheng Xinglin: "This, do you want to eat?"

Cheng Xinglinju hates eating vegetables, and he would ask the boss to put only one vegetable if he eats small noodles.

But Jian Xing took the cabbage and asked him, but he nodded: "Eat."

Jian Xing put the cabbage into the small basket, and picked up a bunch of baby vegetables—"What about this one?"

Cheng Xinglin nodded again.

Jian Xing asked him about the vegetables, and Cheng Xinglin accepted them all as ordered.

It wasn't until Jian Xing finally felt that the dishes were enough that he handed over the small basket to the aunt who was grilling.

"No chili, thank you, Auntie." Jian Xing said.

Cheng Xinglin: "Hey——"

You don’t need peppers when you eat barbecue, are you still from Chongqing? ? ?

Jian Xing glanced at Cheng Xinglin, and only said, "Stomach."

Cheng Xinglin: "...Okay."

We Chongqing people can occasionally eat light and healthy food.

Witnessing this change, the aunt smiled and asked, "Do you still want the Sprite?"

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

This is not asking knowingly, Cheng Xinglin, who endured the humiliation, said: "No, thank you, Auntie."

As Cheng Xinglin said, he raised his hand to press the bridge of his nose, and rubbed it there, but it didn't have any refreshing effect, instead he forced a yawn.

When Li Shuo asked him to take notes just now, Cheng Xinglin felt very tired.

He seemed to be in good spirits when choosing dishes just now, and he could argue with Jian Xing that the green color is Sprite.

But think about it carefully - no one would say that to a "secret love" object.

It was obvious that he was so sleepy that he was so delirious that he said those outrageous words.

After Cheng Xinglin yawned, he put down his hands, pretended to be energetic, and asked Jian Xing: "Senior, can I sit in the corner?"

Jian Xing nodded, walked to the corner with him and sat down.

The corner where the two of them sat was relatively quiet, and it was very suitable for talking. Cheng Xinglin thought about the topic as he walked over.

But as soon as Jian Xing sat down, he took out his mobile phone.

He seemed to have something to do, so he underlined a section of the content on his phone and began to read it carefully.

Seeing how focused he was, Cheng Xinglin didn't dare to strike up a conversation with him.

After all, he and Jian Xing are not that familiar yet, enough to be able to read the secrets in the phone.

Cheng Xinglin could only sit on the side bored, watching Jian Xing playing with his mobile phone.

Jian Xing's mobile phone should be equipped with an anti-spy film, and he couldn't see anything when he looked over from this side.

Jian Xing is very elegant when playing with a mobile phone, with a straight neck and slightly raised chin.

Jian Xing... Hey, why are there two Jian Xings?

Cheng Xinglin yawned again and rubbed his eyes.

The air is filled with the smell of barbecue, and some male voices around are throwing fists, such as Qilihe, Lin Daiyu, there is a sense of reassurance in the noise.

Cheng Xinglin felt his head was heavy. He persisted for a while, but he couldn't hold on any longer. He lay down on the table in front of him, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

The next moment, Jian Xing's eyes turned to Cheng Xinglin.

If you look from behind Jian Xing, you will know that the mobile phone in his hand is actually with a black screen, and he didn't read any information just now, he was just waiting for Cheng Xinglin to fall asleep.

Jian Xing confirmed that Cheng Xinglin was really asleep before putting the phone on the table.

Then he took out his schoolbag and carefully placed it under Cheng Xinglin's face.

Maybe he was very careful, maybe Cheng Xinglin slept too hard.

In short, he packed his schoolbag for a series of procedures without waking up Cheng Xinglin at all.

As soon as Jian Xing packed his schoolbag, his aunt came over with a plate of barbecue.

Jian Xing got up quickly.

"Why did you fall asleep?" the aunt asked in a low voice.

"You're too tired." Jian Xing said, "Auntie, give me the plate."

"Why are you so tired?" Auntie was puzzled, "Isn't today Thursday? Don't you work today?"

"Does he usually work?" Jian Xing asked.

"Yes, Monday and Tuesday nights, and weekends—he lives alone, and he doesn't know what his parents do..." The auntie glanced at Cheng Xinglin, but didn't give the plate to Jian Xing, "...All right, I'll serve the dishes first Next to the grill, lest it gets cold and tastes bad."

"Okay, thank you auntie."

Cheng Xinglin didn't know anything about what happened outside,

Just in this sleep environment without any quality at all.

He fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up from the dream, Cheng Xinglin almost didn't understand the situation.

Cheng Xinglin wiped the corner of his mouth, raised his body, and looked at the outside environment.

The memory came back slowly, Cheng Xinglin seemed to remember that he was eating barbecue with Jian Xing.

Then, he fell asleep on the table.

……table?

Cheng Xinglin suddenly realized something, and suddenly lowered his head—then, he saw that on the table in front of him, at some point, there was actually a schoolbag on it.

The one with a diagonal straddle, the one with their school badge hanging on it, the one that is clean and spotless.

And now, on top of this clean and spotless schoolbag, there is a…

his……

saliva.

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Cheng Xinglin almost subconsciously put the whole schoolbag into his arms and hugged him directly.

He silently covered his head.

Happy birthday.

The sky is falling.

The male god gave him his schoolbag as a pillow, and he immediately fell asleep with watermarks! ! !

No, is there any reason in this world? ? ?

Why does he always die when facing Jian Xing? ? ?

Wait...

Jane line...

If I remember correctly, before Cheng Xing fell asleep, Jian Xing seemed to be sitting next to Cheng Xing, looking at his phone.

Then now...

Cheng Xinglin stiffly turned his head slowly towards Jian Xing, wanting to see Jian Xing's reaction.

I saw Jian Xing——Jian Xing disappeared immediately.

Cheng Xinglin raised his head, looked around the area of ​​the barbecue shop, and made sure—there was no sign of Jian Xing anywhere.

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Well, the confession was rejected twice, and he drool while sleeping on the male god's schoolbag, which directly scared the male god away.

What a genius he is.

Cheng Xinglin sat for 2 minutes, calmed down, and decided to send a message to Jian Xing first.

However, just as Cheng Xinglin took out his phone, he heard Jian Xing's cold voice not far away: "Are you awake? You're still awake just right."

Cheng Xinglin raised his head and saw Jian Xing walking in beside him.

Jian Xing was carrying something in his hand, and when he got closer, Cheng Xinglin realized that it was a bowl of small noodles.

"You didn't wake up, so I was going to wake you up."

Jian Xing put the noodles in front of Cheng Xinglin, took off the lid of the noodle bowl for him, then took out the disposable chopsticks, and tore off the outer plastic film.

"The barbecue is kept warm at the boss's place." Jian Xing took out disposable chopsticks and handed them to Cheng Xinglin, "I think you have a bad stomach, so I'd better eat some noodles before eating greasy things."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Seeing that he didn't respond, Jian Xing directly gave him the chopsticks.

Then, Jian Xing looked at the schoolbag he was holding in his arms, and seemed to find something - "My schoolbag..."

"Your schoolbag is very good for sleeping, thank you!!!" Cheng Xinglin woke up suddenly, "Thank you very much for this noodle too, do you want that one? Shall I share a bowl with you?!"

The cases of diversion from the topic all over the world are not more blunt than Cheng Xinglin.

Jian Xing just smiled and got up to get their barbecue back.

"Let's eat." Jian Xing put the barbecue in front of them.

"Seniors eat too." Cheng Xinglin hurriedly said, picked up a bunch of baked and wrapped sweet potato skins and handed them to Jian Xing, "This is the best, my favorite."

"Thank you." Jian Xing took the potato skin.

Jian Xing bit the potato skin and said, "I didn't mean to ignore you just now."

Cheng Xinglin showed a puzzled expression.

"Just now, I was playing with my mobile phone." Jian Xing said, "I see that you are sleepy, and I want you to sleep."

Jian Xing: "Actually, I would like to chat with you."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Cheng Xinglin silently picked up another skewer of roasted sweet potato skins, stuffed them into his mouth, and took a bite—the crispy roasted sweet potato skins were crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, paired with juicy sour radish, it was the ultimate in one bite. tasty.

Baked sweet potato skin, so delicious? ? ?

How did he not find out before? ? ?

Cheng Xinglin silently ate a whole piece of sweet potato skin before summoning his own language system.

"I would also like to chat with you..." Cheng Xinglin said to Jian Xing.

How did Xueshen treat him so well tonight... Cheng Xinglin felt a little dazed.

Isn't it true that I haven't woken up yet and I'm dreaming?

Of course not dreaming.

Neither was the watermark on his schoolbag.

After Cheng Xinglin finished the barbecue, he took a sneak peek at his schoolbag—hehe, he didn't do anything at all, it seemed obvious.

"Then what...senior." Cheng Xinglin was desperate, "Is there any homework in your schoolbag?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"It's like this, can I take it back and refer to it-I didn't copy it, I just, refer to it."

A freshman in high school asked a sophomore to borrow homework for reference.

This excuse is indeed very poor.

"I have calculus homework in my schoolbag." Jian Xing couldn't help laughing, "I still have to read it when I get home at night."

Cheng Xinglin: "I..."

Jian Xing: "Give me back the schoolbag."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

People are always going to die, or die with their heads stretched out, or die with their heads shrunk.

Cheng Xinglin slowly grabbed the schoolbag out of his arms, and then slowly raised it in front of Jian Xing.

In order to conceal it, he also deliberately changed the side of the saliva.

However, the next moment, Jian Xing got the schoolbag in his hand and turned the bag over at once.

"It's not Jane God——" Cheng Xinglin said more and more quietly, "It can be explained..."

"No need to explain." Jian Xing carried the bag on his back, "I don't dislike it, I just go back and wash it myself."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

No, he washes himself or something.

Cheng Xinglin couldn't help looking at Jian Xing's slender and fair fingers.

I always feel... so restricted...

Cheng Xinglin quickly shook his head to shake off his thoughts, but Jian Xing had already stood up with his bag on his back: "I've already paid the money, let's go after eating, I'll take you home."

"No, no, no." Cheng Xinglin said quickly, "No, don't give it away. I'm the boss of this piece, and you've seen it too."

"I did see it." Jian Xing asked, "How does it affect me sending you off?"

"No, I mainly have to go back to school to get an assignment."

Jian Xing nodded: "Then I will accompany you."

"No, it's so late, and your home is far away, I—" Cheng Xinglin finally gave the reason.

"You know my home is far away?" Jian Xing laughed: "Let's go, didn't I promise your class teacher that I will guarantee your safety?"

Cheng Xinglin could only follow Jian Xing to the school gate.

It was already ten twenty after they finished their meal, and school was over early.

However, there are still a few classrooms with lights on in the third year of senior high school - the self-study in the third year of senior high school is open until [-]:[-] in the evening.

The two swiped their campus cards to enter the school gate. As soon as they entered, they saw the security guard doing radio gymnastics at the gate.

Seeing them coming back, the security guard said, "It's you—why are you back?"

"He didn't take his homework." Jian Xing said, "Let's come back and take the homework."

"I still have to do my homework when I'm sick." The security guard gave him an approving look, "But it's just right, I just wanted to give you something, wait for me."

With that said, the security guard turned back to his security booth and took out a thermos cup and a disposable paper cup.

After the security guard poured the contents of the thermos into a paper cup, he handed it to Cheng Xinglin: "As soon as you left, I remembered that my stomach is not very good. I usually drink some of this, and it is quite healthy-this is my wife. Catch it for me, try it, it can warm your stomach."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

"I'm sorry uncle, I lied to you just now." Cheng Xinglin said in a low voice, "I don't actually have a stomachache, but I really didn't go out to surf the Internet."

The security guard hesitated for a moment and looked at Jian Xing - after all, Jian Xing was the guarantor just now, logically speaking, good students of this level would not lie together.

"He was also deceived by me." Cheng Xinglin said hastily, "He really thought I had a stomachache so he helped me."

Cheng Xinglin actually felt that he didn't get much kindness from school.

If I say that myself, I may even lose the goodwill of the security guard.

But that's no reason for him to keep lying.

But the next moment, the security guard still stuffed the disposable paper cup into Cheng Xinglin's hand.

Cheng Xinglin looked at the paper cup in his hand and looked up at the security guard.

"Then you must still have a stomach problem, that's why Jane is in such a hurry." The security guard said, "This can also be drunk at ordinary times, and it nourishes the stomach."

"I lied to you... are you still willing to give me a drink?" Cheng Xinglin asked.

"You didn't continue to lie to me, and you came back to get your homework. Why didn't I want to give you a drink?" The security guard said, "And I look at this door every day. I don't know if you are messing around outside?"

The security guard said enthusiastically: "Drink, drink, don't think so much, I believe you have done nothing wrong—your moral education director sometimes speaks too much. I want to beat him up."

The security guard snorted: "This kind of person is still engaged in education."

Cheng Xinglin drank the warm Chinese medicine.

Indeed, maybe the medicine is effective, and he doesn't feel uncomfortable in his stomach at all.

Cheng Xinglin and Jian Xing bid farewell to the security guards and walked to the classroom on the second floor.

Walking to the door of Class 27, Senior One, Jian Xing didn't intend to stop his footsteps.

"Do you want to go in?" Cheng Xinglin asked him.

Jian Xing: "Can I?"

Cheng Xinglin thought about it quickly - his table was collected every day, and there was nothing inexplicable about it.

After all, he even bought two sets of old school uniforms, changed them out every day, washed them before wearing them.

Sloppy is almost impossible.

Cheng Xinglin nodded: "Then go in, sit down, and I'll leave after finishing my homework."

Cheng Xinglin took Jian Xing to his seat, signaled that the one outside was his, let Jian Xing sit casually, and went to the bathroom by himself.

After Cheng Xing left.

Jian Xing looked down at Cheng Xinglin's desktop by the light of the senior three classroom outside the window.

Cheng Xinglin's desk was tidied up, except for the pens and papers left behind when he ran out just now, everything else was in order.

He placed two small bookends in the upper right corner of the table, and arranged the books from tall to short.

The pens are also placed in a small pen holder.

Jian Xing looked at the small transparent pen container where Cheng Xinglin put his pen, and thought it looked familiar.

He raised his hand to pick up the small pen container, and just as he picked it up, Cheng Xinglin came back.

"No, that—" Cheng Xinglin wanted to stop him.

Jian Xing ignored Cheng Xinglin's stop, he turned the pen holder, and read the text LOGO on it——

The corners of Jian Xing's lips curled up slightly: "An unknown porridge shop?"

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Cheng Xinglin: "..."

A trash that should have been thrown away, he put it on the table like a baby.

"I... just want to keep it as a souvenir." Cheng Xinglin explained, "I washed it clean, and washed it twice with dish soap."

Cheng Xinglin wanted to explain, but Jian Xing just turned the pen holder, interrupted him, and said softly, "Thank you."

Yes...how can I say thank you.

Cheng Xinglin felt that the classroom was a bit hot, and hurried to Jian Xing's side: "Don't talk about it, it's so late, pack up your things and leave quickly, you have to go home later."

"Okay." Jian Xing said, and let him go in to collect his homework.

Cheng Xinglin took out tonight's homework from the desk drawer—they had nine courses in their first year of high school, and the teacher would assign some homework symbolically for each of them.

That adds up to a lot.

I'm sure I can't finish it when I get home tonight.

Cheng Xinglin took out the history, politics and geography papers.

But even that is a lot.

Several science papers are full of massive questions, Cheng Xinglin estimated - according to his own speed, he can finish them in more than three o'clock.

And that's just doing what he does.

However, Cheng Xinglin was still going to take all the science papers.

There are only a handful of times he can do homework in a week. He just woke up today, and he is in good spirits. He just went home to do some papers.

Cheng Xinglin put all the required papers on the table, and was about to throw them into his schoolbag.

But Jian Xing picked up a math paper and asked him: "There are so many papers, when are you going to go back tonight?"

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Cheng Xinglin: "It won't be too late, after all, not everyone can do it."

Jian Xing nodded, but did not return the paper to Cheng Xinglin.

He looked down at the math paper he was holding in his hand, scanned it from beginning to end, and asked, "Learning trigonometry recently?"

"Correct."

"Have you finished studying?"

"Not yet, I just learned... about half of it."

Jian Xing nodded again, and took out the math book from Cheng Xinglin's bookend.

Turning to the chapter on trigonometric functions to confirm where half of it is, then he took out the signature pen in Cheng Xinglin's "Unknown Congee Shop", selected three questions on the paper, and smoothly drew three circles on the question numbers.

"These three, basically the knowledge points are all in it, you can just do them, you don't need to finish them all - give me the physical paper."

Cheng Xinglin quickly found the table and turned over the physics paper to Jian Xing.

Jian Xing took Cheng Xinglin's textbook to confirm first, and then ticked off a few questions for Cheng Xinglin to do.

This is the legendary god of learning!

too strong.

Cheng Xinglin saw that Jian Xing finished ticking off physics, and then offered the next chemistry paper with both hands.

But this time, Jian Xing didn't take it, and sketched it smoothly.

Jian Xing rubbed the tip of his nose with the index finger knuckle of the hand holding the pen, as if he was a little embarrassed.

Jian Xing: "Chemistry... I don't know how to do it."

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Are you kidding me? ? ?

Learning god, can't do chemistry? ? ?

The sky in Yucheng High School is about to collapse, right? ? ?

But at the next moment, Cheng Xinglin suddenly remembered—their competition class didn't seem to be taking the ordinary college entrance examination route.

Basically, when you go in, you will directly tackle the three subjects of scores, objects, and letters.

Many people have to wait until the first semester of the third year of high school before returning to ordinary classes and starting to study subjects for the college entrance examination.

So it's normal that Jian Xing doesn't know high school chemistry.

"But" Jian Xing was going to get Cheng Xinglin's chemistry book, "you can also learn it."

"No, no, no." Cheng Xinglin quickly pressed his hand, "Don't you still have to do your homework when you go back at night?"

When he put the schoolbag in his arms just now, what was that that Jian Xing said?

It seems to be - calculus?

"Aren't you going back to do calculus at night?" Cheng Xinglin said, "You don't need to learn this, chemistry is not difficult, I can handle it myself."

"But senior." Cheng Xinglin felt a little strange, "Didn't you already be admitted to Tsinghua University? Calculus is a math competition, why are you still doing problems?"

"..." Jian Xing was quiet for a while, and smiled, "Don't you also need to learn calculus in college - this course is quite basic, and it will be easier to learn if you learn other things well."

"Oh, that's right."

Cheng Xinglin felt...

When he talked about this topic, Jian Xing seemed to tense up all over.

But he felt that Jian Xing didn't seem to want to talk about this topic, so he didn't pursue it.

After collecting the papers, he walked out of the classroom with Jian Xing.

After leaving the campus, Jian Xing insisted on sending Cheng Xinglin home.

Cheng Xinglin couldn't refuse anymore.

Fortunately, the house he rented was not far away.

Cheng Xinglin's house was in a small alley with seven turns and eight turns. The two of them had just walked to the entrance of the alley when they heard a very soft and obedient "meow".

A kitten with cat paw prints on its back was squatting at the intersection, as if waiting for someone.

Seeing Cheng Xinglin, the kitten nimbly got up and ran to Cheng Xinglin.

It raised its head and glanced at Cheng Xinglin, then at Jian Xing who was next to Cheng Xinglin.

It was probably not Cheng Xinglin's illusion.

He felt that at that moment, the eyes of the kitten turned into the shape of a heart.

Sure enough, in the next second, Mimi Ba ran to Jian Xing's side, and rubbed his face against him twice in a fawning manner.

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Cheng Xinglin squatted down dissatisfied, and said to the little thing, "Hey, I'm your master, right?"

"Meow?" Mimi Ba refused to comment and continued to rub Jian Xing's leg.

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

He simply knew why Mimiba came to comfort him that night.

Love is the sympathy between rivals in love, right? !

When Jian Xing heard the conversation between the two, he couldn't help laughing, squatted down, and touched the kitten's head.

The kitten immediately climbed up the pole, and quickly rubbed its head against his palm.

Simple feeling.

This cat is indeed quite similar to someone.

"Is it your cat?" Jian Xing asked Cheng Xinglin, "I cut my ears—was it brought back by a stray cat?"

"Well, the only one I kept was brought home two days ago."

"Does it have a name?"

"..." Cheng Xinglin took a deep breath and admitted reluctantly, "Mimiba."

Jian Xing: "...what?"

Cheng Xinglin: "It's the number eight. Qin Mu said that a humble name is easy to raise, and you can't favor one person over another, so the number is issued uniformly, and no name is given."

Jian Xing smiled: "It's... very creative."

While suppressing a smile, Jian Xing lowered his head and rubbed the cat.

He especially likes cats, but he is too busy with his studies to take good care of kittens, so he doesn't raise them at home.

But when the pressure of studying is high, he will go to the cat cafe to rub the cat to relax.

"Why didn't I see you post it in space or somewhere?" Jian Xing asked.

"No way, it's afraid of the camera."

"Afraid of the camera?" Jian Xing looked back.

"Yeah." Cheng Xinglin said, reaching out his hand and stroking the kitten's head, "It was abused before, that bastard... Anyway, after that, the kitten was very afraid of the camera."

Cheng Xinglin's technique was very gentle, stroking down the kitten's fur, Mimi Ba cried out in comfort, and Cheng Xinglin also laughed: "Actually, he won't be able to find out if you use the rear camera or something to secretly take pictures."

"But I just think so." Cheng Xinglin scratched the kitten's chin. "It's already so scared. To do this behind its back is to base my happiness on its pain."

in fact.

As Cheng Xinglin said, he also felt that his idea was quite strange.

After all, cats are not humans.

This is purely typical of eating too much and thinking too much.

Too hypocritical, not handsome.

Cheng Xinglin laughed at himself: "Hey, anyway, I was just thinking about it, you can just listen to it, I'm a strange person, anyway, you know it..."

"I don't think you're wrong." Jian Xing stopped his self-mockery.

Cheng Xinglin turned his head to look at Jian Xing.

Jian Xing smiled and said, "But, I don't think you can let it be so scared forever."

Cheng Xinglin: "I don't want to either...but what should I do?"

"Maybe I can try it?"

Cheng Xinglin nodded, signaling Jian Xing to be casual.

Jian Xing lowered his head, looked at the kitten tenderly, stretched out a hand, hooked its chin, and asked: "My brother will play a game with you, if you want to meow once, if you don't want to meow twice, is that ok? "

Mimiba didn't understand.

But it liked Jian Xing very much, so it actively rubbed its head against Jian Xing's palm, and meowed.

Jian Xing rubbed his brain, and took out his mobile phone from the side pocket of his schoolbag.

The moment Jian Xing took out the phone.

Mimiba took a step back and looked at the equipment in Jian Xing's hands with some fear.

It is said that kittens have a short memory, but there are always some painful memories that will always be remembered.

The kitten couldn't control itself and arched its back in fear.

But Jian Xing didn't point the camera at it, but at Cheng Xinglin, and took a picture.

After the click sound, Jian Xing showed the photo to Mimiba—"Look, this is your shit-shoveling officer."

Mimi Baben stepped back a bit, but when she saw Cheng Xinglin's photo, she was a little puzzled.

It stood watching from a distance for a while, then came up, looked at Cheng Xinglin, then looked at the photos on the phone, and finally came over and put its little paw on the phone.

Seeing that it does not reject the camera, Jian Xing switched the mode again and turned on the front lens.

As soon as the camera turned, Mimi Ba's face appeared. It didn't seem to understand what happened, so it meowed a little scared.

But the next moment, Jian Xing picked up the kitten and appeared in the camera with it.

Jian Xing hugged the kitten and waved his hands together towards the front camera.

Mimi Ba was a little dazed looking at the camera, and after adapting for a while, he stretched out his paw and touched himself in front of the camera.

Seemingly thinking it was fun, he meowed into the camera.

Cheng Xinglin felt a little excited when he saw Mimi Ba's movements.

However, Jian Xing put the kitten into his arms and stood up: "I'm leaving."

... so suddenly?

Mimi huddled in Cheng Xinglin's arms, one person and one cat squatted in the alley, seeing Jian Xing who suddenly left without looking back, she was stunned.

But soon, Cheng Xinglin's phone suddenly rang a video notification.

Cheng Xinglin immediately reacted, he took out his phone with Mimi Ba in his arms, and turned on the video.

Sure enough - this is a video call sent by Jian Xing.

Under the camera, Jian Xing stood under the warm yellow streetlight, and waved at the kitten inside.

"This is your male god." Cheng Xinglin pointed into the camera, "Did you see it?"

Mimi Ba was very happy and immediately meowed at the camera.

With the limited number of cats born to kittens, I still can't understand what psychological trauma treatment is.

But this thing allows him to see that handsome guy just now at any time, it must be a good thing.

"Nympho cat." Cheng Xinglin muttered softly.

The nympho cat didn't have to be nympho for long, Jian Xing hung up the video call.

Then, the camera from the alley came over.

"I'm not used to avoiding problems," Jane walked over and said, "So, it may be a more radical approach."

"No." Cheng Xinglin hurriedly said - "Thank you."

The kitten circled around the two of them.

Jian Xing and Cheng Xinglin squatted and chatted.

"By the way. Do you know why you didn't call Penguin just now, but made a video call?"

"And just now, why didn't you forward the video to you and let you send it to Ye Duluo?"

Cheng Xinglin didn't understand and shook his head.

"Because... I always feel that our first message should be something meaningful."

Jian Xing smiled: "But I can't think of anything too meaningful, so... I hope you don't mind."

As Jian Xing spoke, he pressed the send button.

Cheng Xinglin took out his mobile phone and saw the new message on it: [Hi Cheng Xinglin, nice to meet you. 】

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Cheng Xinglin looked down at the phone, he didn't know how to reply to Jian Xing to be meaningful.

I can only stare at my phone and think.

The distance between the two people is close, shoulders are touching.

Jian Xing watched him type a line, delete it, and type another line, with a gentle smile in his eyes.

However, he didn't wait for Cheng Xinglin to figure out what to do.

In between.

Cheng Xinglin's penguin video invitation went through.

A Maine Coon cat head, with a video request, was in front of him and Jian Xing.

Singing and jumping out.

Cheng Xinglin: "????"

Jian Xing was shoulder to shoulder with him, and he could see the screen of his mobile phone from the side of his eyes.

And the future Jian Xing called him? ? ? ? ? ?