I attacked the god of learning

In the future, Jian Xing's astonishment when he saw Jian Xing's appearance only lasted for a second.

In the next second, he became anxious.

Future Jianxing questioned: "Where's Cheng Xinglin?! Why isn't he here?!"

Jian Xing frowned deeply, and he looked at his future self.

At that moment, he felt that his face in the future could only be described by the word "gray and defeated".

"Over there..." Future Jianxing's voice trembled slightly, "It's around the time of the second monthly exam, right?"

"...What's wrong?" Jian Xing frowned, "Wait a minute, don't worry, he's fine, he's taking a shower."

Jian Xing raised his mobile phone and turned to the bathroom. The sound of splashing water was transmitted to the future through the mobile phone.

The future Jian Xing finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the bathroom was bright.

"Then... what about your exams this time?"

"The test situation is also very good." Jian Xing said, "He scored 640 points in the test, which is considered a high score."

In fact, Jian Xing quietly thought about what to chat with his future self.

He thought he might have a fight with his future self.

Or pretend to be sensible and talk about something.

but……

The first time we chatted was to talk about Cheng Xinglin's grades, which felt a little strange.

But it's strange, Jian Xing still introduced it to the future Jian Xing seriously, and talked about the scores of every subject.

Future Jianxing finally breathed a sigh of relief after listening.

Then, Future Jianxing asked again: "Then why do you touch his cell phone? This is his privacy."

Jian Xing: "..."

Okay, the quarrel is late but arrived.

In the end, it was my future self who quarreled first.

"I didn't touch it." Jian Xing said, "I also know it's his privacy..."

In the future, Jian Xing's eyes are indifferent, and he stares at Jian Xing.

Jian Xing pulled the culprit from the side and showed it to Jian Xing in the future: "It was the cat who took the video, believe it or not."

"Still." Jian Xing let go of Mimi Ba, and asked again, "You don't have any trust in your own character?"

"..."

I don't know this sentence, it seems that a knife stabbed Jian Xing's chest in the future, he smiled, and just said: "A good character sometimes doesn't mean anything."

This knife poked Future Jian Xing so much that his expression changed.

But it also brought back his rationality, and Jian Xing asked in the future: "Well, based on the fact that I think your character is not bad - if you didn't hang up this call immediately, it means you have something to ask me? "

"Yes." Jian Xing nodded, "Do you still remember Lu Sihe?"

"Remember." Future Jian Xing lowered his eyes, "What did he do to Cheng Xinglin?"

Although in a different time and space, it is me after all.

When the two of them started talking about things, they became incomparably tacit and natural. No one needed to talk too much to understand the meaning behind the strings.

Jian Xing is just about to explain the situation to Jian Xing in the future.

But there was a knock on the bathroom door.

It's the sound of the door opening.

And the sound of Cheng Xinglin's bathing water stopped abruptly at some point.

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In an instant, Jian Xing of different sizes in two time and space closed his mouth at the same time.

Then, a chill of meaning runs up your spine.

At this time, the bathroom door opened a small crack.

Cheng Xinglin didn't dare poke his head out, so he asked in a low voice, "Well, senior, are you there?"

"Here I am."

Seeing that Cheng Xinglin hadn't come out, Jian Xing seized the opportunity and quietly put down the phone.

"It's good that you are here, that's the one - I didn't bring in my pajamas, can you help me look in the cabinet?"

"Okay." Jian Xing said, and walked to Cheng Xinglin's closet to help him get his clothes.

After a while, Jian Xing found a set of clothes that were washed a little white from the cabinet.

Walked to the bathroom and knocked on the door.

A second after he knocked, the door opened again.

A thin white hand stretched out from the crack of the door, grabbed the clothes, and quickly shrank in again.

It's almost gone.

Even so.

The protruding knuckle on Cheng Xinglin's hand, and the small red needle hole left by hanging the bottle, were so beautiful that Jian Xing stood there and thought about it for half a minute.

Half a minute later, Jian Xing returned to the phone with a smile on his face.

"He's coming out soon, let's cut a long story short—what's your look?"

Jian Xing inexplicably looked at the slightly hostile eyes of the future self in the phone.

"I warn you, he is still young, you are not allowed to do anything to him." Future Jianxing said seriously.

Jian Xing: "..."

Some men became bewildered, even jealous of their past selves.

"Understood." Jian Xing didn't bother to talk to him, "Let's talk about the main point first - I suspect that during the first monthly exam, Lu Sihe wanted to frame Cheng Xinglin for cheating in the exam by replacing the monitoring method."

Future Jian Xing frowned deeply after listening to his description.

"But he did it very smartly. He also replaced the video of himself changing the surveillance. With our current technical means, there is no way to restore that surveillance. Do you have a way?"

"No." Future Jianxing said directly.

Jian Xing: "..."

Future Jianxing: "What kind of eyes do you have? The future is not omnipotent. The destroyed data just doesn't exist anymore. How can it be restored?"

Jian Xing: "Then can you go back to that point in time and get that piece of evidence?"

Future Jianxing: "This is fine."

Jian Xing: "Okay, then I will trouble you - you can handle the monitoring, and I can handle Lu Si and this person. Happy cooperation?"

Jian Xing sneered in the future: "I'm not happy, I'm too lazy to talk to you, I'll hang up first."

Jian Xing: "..."

He was really surprised why his future self was so hostile towards him.

I have to make a big mistake to let him bother me so much.

But Jian Xing didn't have time to think about it.

He put his cell phone back, took out his cell phone, and pretended to be calling by the window.

Cheng Xinglin came out after wiping his hair, saw Jian Xing holding the phone, and asked, "Senior, who were you calling just now?"

Jian Xing hung down his phone and said, "Pan Yangwen, he asked how you are doing."

Oh.

It turned out to be God Pan.

No wonder he seemed to have heard some conversations with Lu Sihe and the like.

Cheng Xinglin completely believed Jian Xing's words, so he didn't continue this topic, but asked: "Then, senior, let's go take a shower - throw out the change of clothes too, I just turn on the washing machine..."

When Cheng Xinglin said this, he suddenly remembered something: "But senior, do you have a change of clothes?"

Have.

It's in the bag I'm carrying.

When Cheng Xing was about to fall asleep just now, Jian Xing had already asked the housekeeper to bring some sets of clothes in advance—otherwise, where did Cheng Xing come from to change the clothes when he left the hospital?

But at this moment, Jian Xing suddenly felt that these clothes could no longer exist.

Jian Xing shook his head, and said to Cheng Xinglin, "Indeed not."

Jian Xing smiled and asked in a low voice: "So, can I wear yours? I don't mind."

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Just, this kind of words matched with that low and deep voice.

It's very criminal.

In fact, I usually wear a lot of simple clothes.

But for some reason, when Jian Xing said that, Cheng Xinglin blushed.

"Yes, yes." In order to cover up his blushing, Cheng Xinglin buried himself in the cabinet and rummaged through it, finally grabbed out his biggest set of sportswear, and handed it to Jian Xing, "Is this okay, senior?"

"Okay." Jian Xing said with a smile, took the clothes, and walked into the bathroom.

Cheng Xinglin heard the water splashing in the bathroom.

I feel that I don't know if I have a fever again, anyway, the whole body is very hot.

However, the electronic temperature gun dripped, and the temperature was neither too high nor too low, which was just right.

Cheng Xing's mouth was parched, and he wanted to pour himself a glass of water—but the water was also hot, and it was the hot water that Jian Xing had boiled just now.

Cheng Xinglin blew on it, took a sip, and the more he drank, the hotter he got.

His room is too small, and the sound of the water is very encroaching on the ears.

Cheng Xinglin was sitting there, as if he could see Jian Xing bathing inside through the door.

Help.

Really going crazy.

Cheng Xinglin sat beside the bed for a while, and finally decided to purify his body and mind with learning.

He took out the paper and wanted to review the exam situation by himself.

——Mainly through replays to improve flow.

But this time, the flow he was so proud of didn't save him.

No matter how hard Cheng Xinglin tried, he still sat by the bed, listening to the sound of water splashing in the bathroom, hearing the sound of water stop, and hearing the bathroom door open.

Cheng Xing didn't dare to raise his head.

I don't even know what to draw when I draw the pen on the draft paper.

He heard Jian Xing's footsteps approaching him, and then, a shadow shrouded his paper.

Jian Xing lowered his waist, with the scent of bath liquid on his body, and asked him in a low voice: "What are you looking at, so focused?"

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Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Help, Jian Xing is not yet an adult, he really can't violate/law/crime/crime...

Of course, the key point is that, regardless of whether he is an adult or not, Jian Xing managed to treat him as a friend now.

He can't act casually on Jane.

Impression points will be deducted!

Cheng Xinglin suppressed his messy thoughts, held up the paper, and smiled: "Just... just retake the paper."

Please, please don't ask how the review went.

Because he didn't replay at all.

Maybe Jian Xing heard his prayer.

Jian Xing did not ask, but took his paper away and threw it on the table.

"There's no rush for today." Jian Xing said, "It's time to sleep, little patient."

This little patient made Cheng Xinglin's heart flutter again.

However, the matter of sleeping...

Cheng Xinglin took a look at the house, and found that the description of this house as bare and bare was really not an exaggeration.

There was only one room in his house, and only one bed.

Other than that there was a very narrow and short broken sofa which was better than nothing but obviously not big enough for one person to sleep on.

and so.

If two people want to rest.

Just make do with it...

Sharing the same bed.

Cheng Xinglin looked at the bed, then at Jian Xing, without saying a word, but Jian Xing had already taken a blanket from the closet.

Carrying towards the sofa, Jian Xing sat down on the sofa, unfolded the blanket, and covered himself: "Don't be nervous, you sleep on the bed, I'll just lie here for a while."

"but……"

"No but." Jian Xing raised his hand and turned off the light switch next to him, and the room fell into darkness instantly, "Go to sleep soon, little patient."

It's this somewhat ambiguous name again.

But this time Cheng Xinglin was not moved.

He sat in the dark, looking at Jian Xing on the sofa.

It must be uncomfortable to sit and sleep all night.

"Senior." After a while, Cheng Xinglin still called Jian Xing.

"Ok?"

"Actually, my bed is quite big, it's just... that we can sleep together, no problem." Cheng Xinglin explained.

In the darkness, only Jian Xing's breathing could be heard.

After a long time, there was no sound.

"Are you sure?" Jian Xing asked.

"...sure." Cheng Xinglin said, and then raised three fingers, swearing to God, "I promise I won't do anything to you, so don't worry, senior!"

This statement made Jian Xing laugh.

He chuckled lightly: "Then respect is worse than obedience."

With that said, Jian Xing hugged the quilt and went to bed.

Cheng Xinglin felt the side of the bed

His heart also sank.

The scent of the same body wash floats in the air.

Jianxing, a mobile heat source, is within easy reach.

Cheng Xinglin's heart was beating faster and faster, but he still pretended to have seen the big thing, and lay upright.

Suddenly, he heard the dripping of the washing machine in the darkness.

With the beeping sound, Jian Xing finally let out a long-held laugh.

"Brother Lin, who won't do anything to me." Jian Xing turned his head, looked at Cheng Xinglin, and smiled, "Are you nervous?"