The suitability of the fishing system and the uncle attack

Shen Qingchi froze for a moment, then nodded.

He temporarily put down the walnut in his hand, and said in a low voice, "Uncle, can you help me find the admission letter?"

"Looking for it?" Shen Fang snorted lightly, "The Shen family is so big, it's too easy to hide a copy of the admission notice, where can you find it?"

After hearing this, Shen Qingchi couldn't help feeling a little anxious: "Then how can I get it back?"

"Of course, let them take the initiative to hand over the things," Shen Fang said unhurriedly, refilling his cup of tea calmly, "They kept your admission letter privately for Zhou Wangyan to use, since they want to use it , sooner or later there will be a day to take it out.”

"Uncle means..." Shen Qingchi seemed to understand something, and his eyes became bright again, "When the journal starts?"

Shen Fang nodded.

"But," Shen Qingchi was in a bit of trouble, rubbing his fingers fidgeting, "Would it be too late when that day comes? Even Shen Jing sent someone to monitor me, and he definitely wouldn't let me go to school. Once Zhou Wangyan reports success, then..."

"Don't worry, I don't take this level of surveillance seriously. I have a way to let you leave this villa without being discovered. As for the school..." Shen Fang said in a playful tone, "What a coincidence, I I have some 'friendship' with the principal of Qingda University, and I can take you to meet him."

Hearing this, Shen Qingchi was really a little surprised - Shen Fang actually knew the principal of Qing University?

Although it was mentioned in the original book that Shen Fang secretly developed a lot of contacts during these years of keeping a low profile, it never mentioned that he had any friendship with the principal of Qingda University.

Shen Qingchi opened his eyes slightly, surprised and surprised: "Are uncle and the principal of Qingda University friends?"

"Friends...not counting," Shen Fang said ambiguously, as if he didn't want to talk in detail, "Don't ask so many questions, anyway, I'll take you to see him, with his character, it's impossible to just sit idly by Reasonable. People always have preconceived ideas, we told the school that your admission letter was stolen, and when Zhou Wangyan went to report for you, it would naturally attract the attention of the school.”

Shen Qingchi nodded again and again, but soon a new worry arose: "But... If uncle knows the principal of Qing University, will Shen Jing also know him? They are so confident that Zhou Wangyan can successfully replace me, and they won't be with the school... ..."

"Him?" Shen Fang seemed to dismiss his worries, "If he really has the ability, why bother to ask Zhou Wangyan to replace you? Wouldn't it be better to let the school help to make fakes? Just put the name on the admission notice Wouldn’t it be more thorough than stealing your ID card and pretending to be you by replacing it with Zhou Wangyan’s photo?”

Shen Qingchi thought about it, and thought it was the same. At that time, he was too angry to read the part of Zhou Wangyan reporting to school. He flipped through it very quickly and didn't pay much attention to the details. However, he vaguely remembered that Shen's parents bribed the counselor and department head, The headmaster's words... It seems that he never mentioned it.

But that's right, Qingda University is one of the top schools no matter what, if it dies from the headmaster, wouldn't the novel world be completely over?

Those settings that the author did not write are actually following logic.

"Let's rest for a few days, and wait for the people who monitor us to relax their vigilance. I will take you to see the principal." Shen Fang said, "In the past few days, you are responsible for throwing out the garbage, washing the dishes, and doing other tasks as you like. The key point It is to let people outside see that you are being ordered by me, understand?"

Shen Qingchi nodded: "Understood."

"Oh, by the way, don't forget the walnut plate." After finishing speaking, Shen Fang stood up and went straight to the second floor.

Shen Qingchi looked at his back, and said in his heart that walnuts were really what uncle cared most about.

So he honestly brushed the walnuts for a day, until his hands hurt, and finally cleaned the surface of the walnuts. After removing the white powder, the walnuts actually showed a little luster.

Needless to say, it's quite a sense of accomplishment.

It was already night, and Shen Qingchi was holding a walnut and looking left and right under the light, and suddenly he caught sight of someone moving from the corner of his eye——Shen Fang came down from the second floor, wearing only a bathrobe loosely tied around his body, using it while walking. Wipe your head with a towel.

When he passed the living room, he glanced at Shen Qingchi who was observing the walnuts, took a box of plaster from the coffee table, turned around and was about to leave, but stopped for some reason: "Stop plastering, go to bed early."

Shen Qingchi raised his head in doubt.

go to bed?

Now?

It's just before ten o'clock, going to bed so early, what kind of old people's routine is this?

He looked at the plaster in Shen Fang's hand, and suddenly had an idea, and hurriedly called him: "Uncle...does your hand still hurt?"

"Why are you so concerned about me?" Shen Fang turned his head, "It's much better, it's just an old problem, don't always worry about it."

"Didn't uncle say that you have to do a full set of acting?" Shen Qingchi seemed a little nervous, watching him cautiously, "Does that also include ordering me... um, to take care of you?"

"You? Take care of me?" Shen Fang raised his eyebrows and smiled. He looked Shen Qingchi up and down, "The young master of the Shen family can take care of people? This is really new."

His tone was low and lazy, with a laughing sound, which sounded full of teasing. Shen Qingchi blushed instantly, and stammered: "I... I can do it, I can help you... um, rub it."

"Knead?" Shen Fang imitated his tone, "Knead what?"

"That's right..." Shen Qingchi looked at his right hand, "If it hurts, rub it to make it better."

The way the young man blushed was really funny, and Shen Fang wanted to tease him again, so he couldn't restrain himself, and blurted out: "This is rubbing... I thought, what do you want to rub for me?"

Shen Qingchi looked at him in confusion: "Where?"

"Well," Shen Fang accidentally played a hooligan in front of his nephew, stared at by his innocent and harmless eyes, suddenly felt that he was not a good person, so he hurriedly straightened his expression, sat down on the sofa, and stretched out his hand to him , "If you think so, it's not impossible to satisfy you."

Because of taking a bath, he had already removed the plaster, and the scar on his arm was completely exposed to the air. Shen Qingchi glanced at it, and even though he was mentally prepared, he still found it shocking.

The scar stretched from the wrist ten centimeters down to the elbow. He remembered that the novel described that the wound was deep, cut off the nerve, and hurt the bone. In addition, it was raining that night, and Shen Fang protected Shen Jing to hide all the way. He also failed to receive treatment in time, and when he finally escaped the catastrophe and went to the hospital for treatment, his hands were already numb.

Later, Shen Jing who was deeply moved spent a lot of money to treat his younger brother's injuries. Unfortunately, no matter how advanced the medical methods were, he could not recover as before. The nerve was reconnected, but it also left serious sequelae. Right-handers become left-handers.

Shen Qingchi looked at the scar, and was stunned for a moment, until Shen Fang's laughing voice rang in his ears: "Why, don't you want to rub it? Are you scared?"

"No...no!" Shen Qingchi quickly returned to his senses, stretched out his hand and gently touched his arm, and carefully stroked the scar with his fingertips, "Really...doesn't it hurt?"

Perhaps it was because he had just taken a shower, Shen Fang's body temperature was a little high, and when Shen Qingchi's fingertips brushed past him, he felt a bit of coolness.

Even though the skin on the scar was not sensitive, he felt inexplicably goose bumps. This understated touch was like being swept by a feather, itchy and numb.

This made him couldn't help "hissing", and wanted to withdraw his hand, so he restrained himself, coughed: "Are you rubbing or not? If you don't rub it, I'll go upstairs to sleep."

"Ah, rub it." Shen Qingchi hurriedly rubbed along the scar, and finally he pressed it once. He suddenly withdrew his hand in pain and covered his palm.

"...What's wrong, I have thorns on my body?" Shen Fang frowned.

"No." Shen Qingchi glanced down at his palm, then looked away pretending not to care, and attached the other's arm again, "Let me give you a massage."

His clumsy cover-up made Shen Fang frowned even more, he grabbed Shen Qingchi's wrist and forced his palm to face up.

Shen Qingchi subconsciously shrunk his fingers, but Shen Fang forcefully opened them. The latter's expression suddenly became unattractive. The smile that was always on the corners of his lips was completely restrained. The scar on the brow bone made his face cold and stern, and his deep voice It also reveals that there is no room for comment: "How did you do it?"

Shen Qingchi trembled in fright, and wanted to withdraw his hand: "No...it's nothing."

Shen Fang restrained him with his left hand—although his right hand was so painful that he struggled even to hold the chopsticks, the strength of his left hand was surprisingly strong—Shen Qingchi couldn't move a bit, but was pinched in pain.

Seeing his pained expression, Shen Fang realized that he was using too much force, so he relaxed, trying to keep his tone as calm as possible, so as not to scare the timid kitten away: "I didn't let you die, either. Can you make yourself like this with a plate of walnuts?"

There were several small scratches on Shen Qingchi's hands, which should have been scratched out by the bristle brush. The bristles are made of thin steel wires, which really pricked his hands, but Shen Fang didn't expect that he would be so stupid as to hurt himself. Angry again, distressed again.

He despises injured and sick animals the most. Every time he sees them, he can't help but pick them up and take them home. Now that Shen Qingchi is right under his nose, he can still be injured, which has simply broken the bottom line of what he can bear.

He ordered with a cold face: "Straighten it and show me."

Shen Qingchi had no choice but to flatten his palms, all ten fingertips were red, showing that they were not lightly worn.

Shen Fang wanted to sigh as he watched, he gently squeezed the red fingertips of the other party: "It hurts?"

"No, it doesn't hurt." Shen Qingchi shook his head repeatedly.

"Then what were you hiding from?"

"Just now..." Shen Qingchi faltered, hesitantly hesitated to speak, he looked away guiltily, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence, "It seems like a thorn is stuck in my hand."

Shen Fang's face became even uglier: "Where is it?"

"It should be here." Shen Qingchi touched the heel of his left palm, and when he touched a certain place, he let out an "ah" in pain.

Shen Fang took a closer look, and sure enough, he saw a small black spot on the skin he just pressed, which had penetrated deeply into the flesh.

After confirming that there was no way to pick out the thorn with bare hands, he looked at Shen Qingchi with an unfriendly expression: "I don't even know if you have a thorn in your hand, just how...how dull are you?"

He got stuck so abruptly that Shen Qingchi suspected that what he originally wanted to say might not be dull, but "stupid".

In Shen Fang's eyes now, he might not be a squeamish little stupid cat?

It's also...not bad.

Shen Qingchi lowered his head in shame, trying to defend himself: "I really didn't notice it, and I didn't feel it at the time, I'm sorry."

"Don't tell me you're sorry, save it to yourself." Shen Fang stood up, "Wait here."

After he finished speaking, he left, Shen Qingchi took a peek at him, and then looked at his scarred palm...

Well, he seems to have made some misjudgments about this body. He didn't expect the original owner's hands to be so squeamish, and the skin could be broken by accidentally rubbing a brush.

But that's right, the original owner was a young master who grew up in a wealthy family, and he certainly couldn't be compared with him who was born in an orphanage.

Shen Qingchi obediently waited on the spot. Seeing that Shen Fang came back with a medicine box in his hand, he couldn't help but feel that he was making a fuss over a molehill, and said in a low voice, "Uncle, just pick it with a needle, it's done before..."

Shen Fang: "Shut up."

Shen Qingchi shut up decisively.

Shen Fang dug out the alcohol from the medicine box, sterilized the needle, and then went to pick the thorn, bleeding was inevitable when the skin was picked apart, he tried his best not to enlarge the wound, and asked with his head down, "Does it hurt? "

Shen Qingchi: "It doesn't hurt."

He really doesn't hurt.

When he was a child in the orphanage, in order not to be bullied, he often fought with others, and this small wound was nothing.

But Shen Fang glanced at him with an expression of disbelief.

Shen Qingchi didn't intend to persuade him, and simply followed his thoughts, biting his lower lip slightly, his eyelashes trembling slightly, with a look of enduring pain.

Shen Fang didn't say anything else, the tip of the needle had already touched the thorn, he picked and squeezed, and after a long fiddle, he finally picked out the thorn.

It turned out to be a piece of broken bristle from a wire brush, about two to three millimeters long.

Shen Fang couldn't understand how someone stuck such a long piece of bristles into his flesh without noticing it. He glanced at Shen Qingchi, got up and dragged him to the bathroom: "Come here."

Shen Qingchi had no choice but to follow, Shen Fang pressed him in front of the sink, rinsed the wound on his hand under the faucet, squeezed out the dirty blood, and cleaned and disinfected it with soap.

Shen Qingchi felt that he made a fuss out of a molehill, but it was just a thorn, so there was no need to be so nervous, and just about to say that he was fine, Shen Fang said, "Aren't you afraid of tetanus?"

Shen Qingchi was taken aback for a moment, he hesitated before he could say it, and said for a long time: "No... no way? Isn't that brush new, and it's not rusted..."

Shen Fang glared at him, as if dissatisfied with him daring to refute: "What if?"

Shen Qingchi quickly lowered his head and shut his mouth, and remained silent.

In the world of goofy novels, does anyone actually care about tetanus... It's a novelty.

He looked at the wound on his hand that was as big as a grain of rice, and at the scar on Shen Fang's arm that was almost [-] centimeters. He felt that this person was also quite strange. He had suffered such a serious injury, but he asked more and told him Don't worry, and he just got a small thorn, Shen Fang was very nervous.

After Shen Fang cleaned his wound, he pulled him back to the living room, took out iodophor from the medicine box, dipped it in a cotton swab, and applied it to his wound.

After such a lot of tossing, Shen Qingchi's originally fair fingers became even redder, the fingertips of all ten fingers were dyed a clear pink, and the nails were trimmed round and smooth, looking... very cute.

Reminds him inexplicably of a kitten's pink pads.

Shen Fang's eyes stayed on the young man's fingertips, and the fingers holding the cotton swab suddenly stopped, and he took another look.

Take another look.

It wasn't until Shen Qingchi saw that he hadn't moved for a long time, and tried to call him, that he woke up like a dream, turned his head away unnaturally, and rolled his Adam's apple.

He quickly finished wiping Shen Qingchi with iodophor, threw the used cotton swab into the trash can, and coughed: "Then what, the walnuts will be put away for the next two days. I'll be back first, and you should rest earlier."

After finishing speaking, he hurriedly turned around and went up to the second floor.

Shen Qingchi looked down and saw that the plaster that Shen Fang was going to take away was just forgotten on the coffee table.