I attacked the god of learning

"Your..." Cheng Xinglin didn't understand what was going on for a while, he looked at the bed, then at Jian Xing.

In an instant, his face was flushed: "No, it's not, but the one who brought me here is—"

Cheng Xinglin understood in an instant.

Why did you bake a cake for him, why did you say he was welcome.

He still regarded it as ordinary greetings and politeness, but it turned out that he was, what was he being treated as? ? ?

There is something to say.

Is Jian Xing's family style just like that, so open? ? ?

"I really didn't take the initiative to sleep." Cheng Xinglin was at a loss.

Seeing his flustered look, Jian Xing thought it was cute and funny, and he smiled and said, "I didn't say you fell asleep on your own initiative."

"Yes, I didn't take the initiative, I, I can change the room right now." Cheng Xinglin said, and was about to get up from the bed.

But just as he had the momentum to get up, Jian Xing had already walked quickly to the head of the bed.

Press his shoulders against the hard head of the bed.

"No need to change." Jian Xing said, "Sleep together, okay?"

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……it is good.

There's nothing wrong with that either.

It's just that Cheng Xinglin is speechless.

It's not the first time they've shared a bed together.

He is not an adult, and nothing will happen, but when he heard Jian Xing's words, Cheng Xinglin could only stare at Jian Xing blankly, unable to say a word.

Jian Xing saw how he raised his eyes and stared at himself with the lower eyeliner, and the fingers holding his shoulders trembled slightly.

Jian Xing said with a smile in his voice: "If you don't speak, you agree."

After finishing speaking, Jian Xing let go of Cheng Xinglin's shoulder.

"If you agree, I will make some preparations."

……Prepare?

what to prepare? ?

He saw Jian Xing walk into the bathroom—didn't he just take a shower?Why go again?Or go to the bathroom to get something?

Cheng Xinglin lay nervously on the bed, his fingers holding the quilt loosened and tightened again.

Within 5 minutes, Jian Xing came out of the bathroom.

When he walked to Cheng Xinglin's side and lay down, Cheng Xinglin felt a burst of very cool water vapor.

In the bathroom is a Yuba and comfortable water temperature.

The chill doesn't match the temperature in the bathroom at all.

With this chill, Jian Xing and Cheng Xinglin lay on the same piece of cloth

Jian Xing should have taken a cold shower.

The uncontrollable desire and desire to lie next to the person I like subsided.

Cheng Xinglin couldn't laugh or cry, but soon, he couldn't laugh either.

Jian Xing just finished the big exam, and today he was on his way again. He was very tired, and he lay down and closed his eyes after a while.

He was sleepy, but Cheng Xinglin became more and more sober.

I don't know if the hotness in my body comes from the floor heating or the heavy quilt.

Cheng Xinglin stretched out his hands and feet from the quilt, but he couldn't suppress the heat.

He tossed and turned for a while, felt that Jian Xing had fallen asleep, and then quietly pushed the quilt away, ready to sit up.

"Where to go?"

As soon as Cheng Xinglin sat up, he heard a voice next to him.

Looking back, Jian Xing opened one eye.

"I... drank too much water." Cheng Xinglin explained.

The implication is to go to the bathroom.

Jian Xing listened to his nonsense, but did not respond, but fell silent.

However, the next moment, Jian Xing chuckled in a low voice.

"I forgot, you too..."

Cheng Xinglin felt itchy from his laughter - just, forgot something, forgot that he is also a boy, with the same physical structure.

Cheng Xinglin blushed so badly that he stood up directly as if rushing to the bathroom.

"Don't take a cold shower, it's not good for your health." Jian Xing said, "You can fix it in my bathroom."

Jian Xing: "I don't mind."

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mine.

Jian Xing deliberately emphasized these two sounds.

Cheng Xinglin was so forced by this sentence that when he went to the bathroom, he was almost on the same page.

In the end, Cheng Xinglin didn't listen to Jian Xing's suggestion and took a hot bath like him.

After washing, quickly dry and wear pajamas, and you should not catch a cold.

After washing, Cheng Xinglin calmed down inside for a while, not knowing how to face Jian Xing when he went out.

However, when Cheng Xing went out, he realized - there was no need to face it.

Because Jian Xing really fell asleep this time.

With the help of the bedside light, he looked at Jian Xing.

Cheng Xinglin saw the blackness in his eyes.

By accident, Cheng Xinglin stretched out his hand and lightly touched Jian Xing's eyes.

Very hard.

Cheng Xinglin thought in his heart.

Hope you have a good dream.

The next morning, Cheng Xinglin was woken up by the smell of breakfast.

After all, it is inconvenient for the housekeeper to enter this room, but Jian Xing is very convenient.

So, he simply brought Cheng Xinglin breakfast directly.

Let him settle it in bed.

The service was so good that Cheng Xinglin insisted on eating at the desk in the end.

Then, taking advantage of this opportunity to eat at the desk, the two of them started a life-and-death learning process in the early morning of New Year's Eve.

It was until he was hungry that Cheng Xinglin finally put down the pen in his hand.

The moment he put down the pen, he glanced at the alarm clock, then raised his head in horror—it was already two o'clock in the afternoon, but he still hadn't decided what to eat tonight.

However, Jian Xing has already made arrangements, and tonight's New Year's Eve dinner is a special hot pot in Shancheng.

The butler got up early in the morning and cooked the hot pot ingredients, and it was ready to eat after adding water.

Jian Xing didn't ask the housekeeper to buy vegetables for them, they just went to the supermarket when they finished their homework.

Come back and wash and cut everything, maybe you can catch up with the opening of the Spring Festival Gala after eating.

So the two moved out two bicycles from Jian Xingjia's garage, and rode to Yonghui where they bought New Year's goods yesterday.

Even on New Year's Eve, it's open until [-]pm.

Two and a half hours is enough for them to stroll around leisurely.

The two walked all the way from the snack area to the fresh food area, and the huge shopping cart was filled up.

With a feeling of "sufficiency in warehouses", the two came out of the supermarket - they could no longer ride bicycles, so they could only put the bags on the bicycles and push them away.

Two huge bags bulged on the bike.

It does look kind of cute.

Back home, the two of them plated the finished products and began to process the vegetarian dishes.

Cheng Xinglin washed the potatoes, winter melons and cucumbers. Just as he was about to use the knife, Jian Xing took the kitchen knife.

"I'll cut it, don't cut it in your hands."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

He felt that Jian Xing might have misunderstood him.

"Senior."

"Ok?"

"I live alone, and cooking is a common thing."

The implication is that he is familiar with kitchen matters.

"So?" Jian Xing asked lightly.

"So it's nothing more than cutting a potato and cucumber." Cheng Xinglin stretched out his hand, wanting Jian Xing's knife, "Don't worry, give me the kitchen knife?"

"No." Jian Xing refused again.

"Why?"

"Because the children don't need to cook the New Year's Eve dinner." Jian Xing lowered his head to cut the potatoes and said without raising his head, "Eat some snacks in the living room and wait for the dinner to start."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

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This sentence softened Cheng Xinglin's heart.

When his family was quite complete, he really didn't need to cook New Year's Eve dinner, but he grew up so fast that he himself forgot about this setting.

Jian Xing also helped him remember.

After Cheng Xing's heart softened, he stepped aside and began to study the matter of adding water to the hot pot base.

Jian Xing wanted him to rest in the living room, but Cheng Xinglin retorted in a low voice: "But, you are also a child."

In fact, Jian Xing is not yet an adult at all.

Hearing what Cheng Xinglin said, Jian Xing didn't stop him anymore, but let him play.

The housekeeper left a note for cooking the hot pot base—it cannot be boiled with water, but with Laoyin tea that he has brewed.

In this way, the hot pot can be eaten more and more fragrant, and it will not get angry.

Cheng Xinglin added tea and cooked hot pot according to the instructions.

As the butter melted, thick bubbles with oily flowers began to appear on the water surface, and the fragrance permeated the entire kitchen.

Cheng Xinglin stared at the bubbling bubbles, and when all the butter melted, he put his palms together and closed his eyes devoutly looking at the pot of red oil.

"This is?" Jian Xing's chopping hand also stopped.

"Shh, I'm making a wish to the god of hotpot."

What is the god of hot pot.

Jian Xing couldn't help laughing, but still looked at Cheng Xinglin and made a wish devoutly.

Cheng Xinglin said: "May I wish that next summer, Jian Xing can win the IMO championship."