deep blue

When Meng Yinan was thinking about things, Mu Zhanxi had already picked up the phone. He hummed, waited for a few seconds, and asked in his usual calm voice, "What's the matter?"

His voice seemed to be lower than usual, and he didn't know who was on the other side.

Meng Yinan was listening and felt that the other party should be someone who could chat well.Because Mu Zhanxi had to wait for a while after each response before speaking again.Moreover, he always only replied a few words, which seemed very cold in comparison.

After less than 5 minutes, Mu Zhanxi said, "I'm having dinner. Hang up if you have nothing else to do."

Without waiting for the other party to answer, he ended the call mercilessly.

He put away his phone and walked back to the dining table. He saw Meng Yinan looking up at him, blinking his eyes, as if he would ask the question "Who is it" in the next second.

Children always have a lot of curiosity, Meng Yinan doesn't open his mouth, but his thoughts at the moment are clearly written on his face.

To save him from asking, Mu Zhanxi said, "Student."

The child nodded with an "ah classmate" expression on his face: "Is it someone who came to play at home a few days ago?"

"Well," Mu Zhanxi probably knew that Meng Yinan heard the voice of a friend coming to the house, so it's not surprising why he knew, "One of them."

Mu Zhanxi doesn't seem to be good at socializing and making friends, but unexpectedly often brings friends home.And most of them play late after school, but not on weekends.

Sometimes they stayed in the study on the third floor, and sometimes in Mu Zhanxi's room on the second floor.

Meng Yinan also lived on the second floor. He seldom wandered around the public area before, but he always left his room. Whether he went to the bathroom or went downstairs, he had to pass the door of Mu Zhanxi's room first, and sometimes he would hear voices from inside.

The sound insulation of the room is not bad, and you won't hear complete and clear conversations, but even a louder voice will capture a few words.

Meng Yinan probably knew that they were playing games, but he couldn't connect the matter of "gathering at home with classmates to play games" with Mu Zhanxi.

Because he looked like the kind of guy who would sit around and read a book, too lazy to engage in childish activities.

However, it is also possible to solo kill the boss with a blank face, driving the audience.

If it's the latter, it'd be cool.

Thinking of this, Meng Yinan became even more curious, wanting to see what it would be like for someone like Mu Zhanxi to play games.

But after thinking about it, he didn't plan to join them to find out.

The days of rest always pass quickly, and it is Monday in a blink of an eye.

Mu Zhanxi said before that he would take Meng Yinan to school, but he did not break his word. Meng Yinan finished dressing and went downstairs. Mu Zhanxi had packed his breakfast and was waiting for him at the door.

Mu Zhanxi was tall, dressed in clean and fresh school uniform, and had a youthful feel.

Because they belong to the same school, the uniforms of the senior high school are similar to those of the junior high school, and there is not much difference at first glance.Meng Yinan immediately felt that they went to the same school, and it seemed that they had been in the same school for a long time.

He paused on the stairs for a moment, then sped up a few steps and ran to Mu Zhanxi, obediently called his brother, with a small surprise and an easily detectable excitement in his tone: "You really want to send me off?"

"Otherwise?" Mu Zhanxi glanced at him lightly, "I won't lie to you."

He handed the breakfast box to Meng Yinan, and took it back before it was delivered: "What are you standing there for? Put on your shoes."

Meng Yinan felt that Mu Zhanxi said that he was like a primary school student who was going to school for the first time. He didn't know what he was going to do and was in a daze.He hummed heavily, then put on his shoes as soon as he was obedient, as if he had turned into a very small child, so small that if he listened to his brother, he would get a delicious candy.

"Breakfast," Mu Zhanxi handed him the lunch box, "Eat it on the way, or it will be too late."

Meng Yinan nodded and said yes.

Mu Zhanxi brushed the braids on the back of his head, as if he wanted to say something, but before Meng Yinan asked what was wrong, he felt a light on his back.Mu Zhanxi took his schoolbag naturally, seeming to brush his hair away in order to take it away.

He said lightly: "Let's go."