immature

At this time, the "other partner" has closed the store for a break.

Xi Yan put the cushion under his armpit, took out his mobile phone and turned on the flashlight to illuminate Zhong Qin.

Zhong Qin took out the key to open the door, hung the lock inside and locked it, relying on his long legs, stepped directly into the wooden fence, knelt down and touched the heads one by one to appease the barking corgis.

Xi Yan had to admit that Boss Zhong is really the king of dogs.

None of those dogs wanted to come up and take care of themselves.

Xi Yan thought he was going upstairs anyway, so he didn't turn on the lights on the first floor, and kept his phone on.He also stepped into the wooden fence, and said while spitting: "Do you not lock the cage at night? The gate must be locked. If no one is watching, won't they piss and piss downstairs?"

In fact, Xi Yan knew that the door was locked carefully since he entered the door just now, but Zhong Qin still accepted his reminder with a hum, and replied: "If you make a mistake, you will be beaten."

The corgis surrounded Zhong Qin intimately, sniffing here and there, and stopped barking when they received warnings about being beaten.

Xi Yan raised his eyebrows: "Seeing how spoiled you are, do you want to let go?"

Zhong Qin squatted, raised his face when he heard the words, and raised the corners of his mouth: "You want to try too?"

Zhong Qin's voice was always low and cold, but he didn't know if it was because the surrounding area was not too bright, and Xi Yan had misread it—he always felt that Zhong Qin actually smiled just now.

As a result, Xi Yan was sluggish for several seconds before he could react: "...Fuck, who are you calling a dog?"

Xi Yan followed Zhong Qin upstairs with his things in his arms, and looked back after taking two steps: "It's so good, I didn't notice that there were so many customers in the store last time, they all knew they couldn't go upstairs."

"Well, they went back to their nests to sleep regardless." Zhong Qin replied.

Xi Yan thought of the kennels scattered all over the first floor, and thought happily that his family's Little Butter should also have an exclusive territory in the future.

...Oh, it belongs to Zhong Qin's family.

The stairs spiraled up, and before Xi Yan turned to the second floor, he heard a humming sound.

Zhong Qin stretched out his hand and turned on the light in the room, Xi Yan hurriedly quickened his pace.

I saw a small milky white head trying to poke out from inside the wooden fence higher than the door on the first floor.

Xi Yan's heart softened.

Zhong Qin's family belongs to Zhong Qin's family!

After coming in and changing shoes, Butter bounced around the two of them, and tried to stand up to see what Xi Yan was holding.

Zhong Qin took over the cushion and let Xi Yanteng hold the dog, while unpacking the outer packing by himself.

Xi Yan sat cross-legged on the clean floor: "Where is the brand, give it to me."

Xi Yan caught Zhong Qin's throwing "a vicious dog inside", raised his hand and hung it on the wooden fence that sealed the stairs.

Butter stood on its two hind paws, and Xi Yan held the front paws in his hands and pinched them: "Let me see if you are a vicious dog?"

With a whimper, Little Buttercup broke free from Xi Yan's hand, happily ran to Zhong Qin's feet, and swept her school uniform trouser legs with her tail.

Xi Yan held back his smile, the connotation... Oh no, Minghan Zhong Qin: "It also thinks you are the vicious dog."

Zhong Qin sneered...not too cold.He threw the thick and large cushion on the empty floor, and Cream seemed to realize that it was specially bought for it, and immediately jumped up and rolled happily.

That cushion looks extra comfy.

Just like the boy with cold brows and eyes in front of him, he is actually generous and extremely soft.

Xi Yan looked at the cream that was integrated with the milky white cushion, and liked it in his heart, and the topic of chatting with Zhong Qin was always inseparable from it: "This is how you feel when you sleep on a big bed of [-] square meters."

Zhong Qin threw his school uniform jacket on the bean bag sofa: "It looks like a labrador, it should be able to grow very big and fast."

"Which owner didn't pay attention when he came out to walk the dog, and you are not responsible." Xi Yan rolled over with a smile and rubbed the tip of his nose with Butter, "Fortunately, you met our Zhong Qin."

When Zhong Qin heard this, he didn't say anything, and kicked another doghouse by his feet toward Xi Yan: "Your."

Xi Yan looked at the kennel he used to sit in, and at the one where the cream was rolling, and immediately frowned: "I don't think I'm treated well."

So Xi Yan stood up, walked over to lift up the cream that was having fun, sat down on the cushion by himself, and rubbed the cream into his arms.

Zhong Qin crossed his arms and looked at the sprawling man and dog: "If you fight with it, what will you do?"

Xi Yan said confidently: "I haven't done this stuff, if you are willing to leave me to work for you, I can behave even more unpromisingly."

Zhong Qin has nothing to do with Lai Peigou.

Seeing Xi Yan sitting there, he didn't bother to move his nest, so he walked over and gently tugged at the schoolbag that Xi Yan was still carrying, and Xi Yan followed Shan Ruliu to withdraw his arms from the belt of the schoolbag.

Zhong Qin took Xi Yan's schoolbag and put it with his.

Zhong Qin's clothes were still in a mess on the bed, he just tore one out and spread it out, and sat down on it.

Xi Yan suddenly felt that this person loved Butter so much that he loved it endlessly: "I don't sit on the bed unless I change my clothes. Its paws are running around on the ground, but it can roll on your bed at will."

Zhong Qin didn't deny it, but looked down at Xi Yan, who was in charge of the doghouse, and asked, "Are you envious?"

Xi Yan clenched his teeth at Zhong Qin: "...Hiss, I'm so envious."

After baring my teeth, I have to continue talking.

Xi Yan asked: "Is Butter kept in the store all the time? Afraid of fighting with those three at home?"

Zhong Qin froze for a moment, as if to reflect who the "three in the family" referred to, and then said: "Well, it is kept in the store. No one at home is with it. Sister Meng and the others will take care of it during the day."

"What about you," Xi Yan asked, "come here every night? Sleep here?"

Zhong Qin nodded: "Recently."

"Oh," Xi Yan said, "I'm not afraid of those three brats in your family getting angry."

Zhong Qin leaned back slightly to support the bed: "Those three are not kept at home."

"..." Xi Yan was silent for a while, with a look of horror on his face, "Do you have another store?!"

"Have you watched too many TV shows?" Boss Zhong didn't understand this person's brain circuit, "Where did I get the money?"

Xi Yan said quietly: "Cappuccino for 46 yuan a cup..."

Zhong Qin sighed lightly: "You only have to pay once, don't get cheap and act like a good boy."

Xi Yan thought about it, Zhong Qin promised him that he would not need to order when he came to the store, and Sister Meng also said that next time he came, he could drink whatever he wanted. cup.

Xi Yan felt much more at ease after thinking about it this way: "Then where are you being raised?"

Zhong Qin felt that he couldn't cure Xi Yan's curiosity, so it would be easier to answer directly with a long story, so he said: "I'm young, I have some problems with my body, and I'm currently in foster care in the hospital. .”

Xi Yan nodded, but did not speak.

Although the three cubs have been picked up, they may still have no home.

As for Zhong Qin's own dog, there should be only six corgis downstairs.

Xi Yan slowly rubbed the soft fluff under Little Butter's armpit with his hands.He raised his eyes to look at Zhong Qin, then quickly turned his gaze back to Butter, and suddenly asked in a low voice: "In the future... I mean, if you can't raise him, will you send Butter to foster care?"

Can you...

Can you just let Butter stay here and change from "Zhong Qin's dog" to "Zhong Qin's dog", with playmates, snacks, exclusive territory... Really have a home.

Xi Yan didn't say anything later.It was rare for Zhong Qin to see Xi Yan's anxious appearance, and his heart suddenly softened as if he had been poked by something.

"Send it away, and leave the dog mat for you to sleep in?" Zhong Qin spoke concisely, but instantly reassured him, "No. I'm afraid you will trouble me."

Xi Yan was completely at ease.

He believed for no reason that as long as Zhong Qin said so, then Little Butterfly would be able to live a particularly good life.

Xi Yan rubbed his nose and asked, "Hey, you really dislike me in your heart, don't you?"

Zhong Qin raised his chin, not showing any affection: "It's good that you know."

Xi Yanmu said with a straight face: "I didn't think it was wrong before."

Zhong Qin said calmly, "I'm being polite to you."

Xi Yan's feeling of inexplicable embarrassment dissipated in an instant.

There is a desk in Zhong Qin's room, on which there are scattered books and notebooks, and a simple white desk lamp.

Xi Yan suddenly remembered his weekly exam paper, put butter to roll it for fun, then got up, went to open his schoolbag, took the paper, and sat down at the desk.

He simply collected the original things on Zhong Qin's desk to free up a space, and then casually touched a pen on the desk: "I'll copy it here, lest I take it home and lose it to you in two days."

That's what I said, but "correction" is still impossible to start.Wrong multiple-choice questions and fill-in-the-blank questions, I couldn’t find the thinking and process of solving the questions on Zhong Qin’s paper that was cleaner than his face.

Anyway, Xi Yan, who is used to learning scum, has no intention of serious revision at all. He just writes the answer casually and jumps to see the mistakes later. There are some small mistakes in the details of the simple big question, so he condenses Zhong Qin's three or four lines. Copying the incomparable process, most people would not make mistakes in this kind of questions, and Jiang Shui certainly didn't go into details when he commented on the papers.

But the big topic of the finale is to focus on the content of the lecture.

I just started school, and the overall difficulty is not too big. After learning sets this week, I entered a little function. Although it is the last big question, it is actually the foreshadowing of the content to be learned later, and it is also required to master.

Xi Yan stared at Zhong Qin who couldn't find half of the Chinese characters in the process of solving the problem: "Zhong Qin, I want to SOS."

He stared at the paper with straight eyes without turning his head. After a while, he heard the sound of Zhong Qin standing up from the bed and walking towards him.

"Which question?" Zhong Qin stood beside Xi Yan, with the hand on the side close to Xi Yan in his trouser pocket.

Xi Yan directly skipped the previous basics, fixed his eyes on the last big question, stretched out his finger and poked the paper: "This."

"..." Zhong Qin still had a fresh memory of Xi Yan's bruised paper, and when he saw him pointing to the finale, he laughed and said, "Want to become fat with one bite?"

Xi Yan raised his head and stared at his eyes that were bigger than a cow: "I don't want to be fat, I just want to hear you tell me this, just tell me this!"

Zhong Qin wanted to SOS when someone made a fuss.

Zhong Qin raised his eyebrows lightly, and lowered his eyes: "Do you want me to talk about the topic, or do you want me to coax you?"

"Coax me." Xi Yan still maintained the aggrieved look of a scumbag whose spine was poked, "Be patient and be kind."

Zhong Qin sighed, and spread his hands towards Xi Yan, as if surrendering: "Book."

Xi Yan blinked: "Use yours, I didn't bring it."

Zhong Qin suspected that there was no logic in this person's mind at all: "If I brought a book with me, would I still ask you for it?"

"Oh, that's right." Xi Yan nodded and commented, "Your expression looks like you miss Yang Ziyang's sensible and well-behaved deskmate."

Zhong Qin didn't want to say a word to Xi Yan again.

He passed Xi Yan, looked around on the table, only found a used draft book, so he opened the drawer, and took out a new one as if by magic, it was the A4 size that Xi Yan had seen in school picture book.

Xi Yan even suspected that he just wholesaled a bunch of them for convenience, so that he would not need to buy them again throughout his student life.

Zhong Qin just stood there, gently pressing the paper with his left hand, and took away the pen that Xi Yan was playing with with his right hand, looked at the paper, opened the first page of the brand new draft book, and silently wrote the last word in the question. The key algebraic expression.

The writing style is still simple, and there are no half Chinese characters.

Xi Yan stared at Zhong Qin's hand the whole time.

Such beautiful hands.

How can you write such ugly letters?

Zhong Qin drew two arrows, one left and one right, on the algebraic formula. He only wrote the formula, and while writing, he talked about which ones were the operation rules and which ones were the nature of the operation. His thoughts slowly spread out following the two arrows. , He also has to talk about a concept or two, and occasionally draw pictures.

Little by little, a mesh map appeared on the paper.Zhong Qin led Xi Yan to derive the required analytical formula of the function from the word "known", including the details of the definition domain, everything is exhaustive.

For Zhong Qin, when dealing with Xi Yan, who is curious anytime, anywhere, and pestering others all the time, "speak clearly once and for all" is a golden rule, which is especially effective.

He lightly threw the pen on the paper: "Understood?"

Xi Yan was shocked for a while: "...um."

He actually understood!

Zhong Qinyue is like a human-shaped mathematics book with the function of "doing what you don't know". He can recite all concepts and theorems fluently.

——So what the hell is Yang Ziyang? !Can't understand Zhong Qin's lecture? !

Xi Yan swelled as soon as he understood the question: "I even strongly suspect that there is something wrong with Yang Ziyang's class division?!"

Zhong Qin was standing, and stretched his neck after speaking the question: "If you understand, copy it quickly."

It is rare for a scumbag in elementary school to feel a little bit enlightened. He sat on the bench for a while, and then slowly reacted and said: "Everyone who is a teacher tells the students, if you understand it, you should do it yourself to deepen the impression-how can it be like this?" Are you urging people to copy their homework like this?"

Zhong Qin leaned on the edge of the table with one hand, bowed his head sideways, met Xi Yan's gaze, and pointed to the clear and detailed formulas and theorems on the draft paper with his fingers: "I usually don't give lectures like this to people."

"Huh?" Xi Yan raised his final voice, "Should I enter the thank you session?"

Zhong Qin didn't mean that, he said in a flat tone, "Remember what I said just now, you've already made money, copy or do it, it's up to you."

Xi Yan was stunned for a moment.

Zhong Qin's eyes are always calm and calm.Xi Yan got used to it, but couldn't help but wonder if the young man would look more lively and beautiful when the eyes were filled with emotion.

Because even if there is only a little pride in Zhong Qin's eyes now, it can make Xi Yan feel...

Can being a top student be so cool?