[Comprehensive] Chronic child love

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After the date was over, Hong sent Bai Jian back to the downstairs of their first-year dormitory. It was indeed longer than the time for them to go back, but seeing Bai Jian's pitiful, red, swollen and aggrieved face from crying, Even the housekeeper couldn't bear to let her write the report.

——Especially, Xiaobaijian often gives him snacks, so even if Xiaobaijian blows up the dormitory, he won’t scold her.

Boom: ... This dormitory is very dangerous.

It's just that Hong is not so lucky. A big boy can't get a little mercy from the dormitory, so when he returns to the second-year dormitory, he will inevitably be scolded by the dormitory. Of course - to write silly A few reports and helping to clean the bathroom.

It doesn't matter, it's his responsibility—and if he didn't let Bai Jian and his father go to a remote place for dinner, their time wouldn't need to be so rushed.He hastily and honestly agreed to the punishment of writing the report, and went back to his room to wash and sleep.

——After all, I traveled a long distance today to a crowded place, and I had dinner with my father, and various things happened after that. After I came back, I just rested wholeheartedly. I’ll just go back to my room for the report or something. .

Then, just as Hong took a change of clothes from the room and was about to take a shower in the bathroom, a ding-dong message came from his mobile phone again. He picked up the phone, swiped out the LINE conversation page, and Saw the message from Baijian:

:[Thank you so much for today, the game was super exciting/cheers!

Thank you for taking the time to accompany me to see/flower/compare heart, I hope you don’t feel dull.

I hope that Xiao Jiaodong and Mr. Andewa can meet each other as soon as possible during the summer vacation/smile!

As for what happened at the shopping street... I'm really sorry for the trouble/bow

You were not blamed by the housekeeper, right/tears?Feel sorry!Take a break earlier yo/bixin/flower! ]

Bai Jian edited a long text message, and added all kinds of cute kaomoji after each sentence. Looking down, he could almost imagine the girl's expression when she spoke.

Thinking of this, he unconsciously stopped in front of the bathroom, and quickly edited a reply to her.

:[The group arena is better than I imagined, it was a good experience

I will try to contact my dad in the future, thanks to you today

As for that matter, it's no trouble at all - if there's anything I can do to help, please do ask me

It’s not too difficult for the dormitory, just write a self-criticism and you’ll be fine]

His message was, as always, in the style of respectful words and cautious tone. The editor sent it out, and looked at the cute short message in Baijian, which seemed to have special effects of floating flowers. In order to emphasize that his mood was not so dull, he sent another She sent a cute cat gif - it was used by the girls in the class a few days ago, and he saved it because he thought it was interesting.

Bai Jian hastily sent him a gif of the same series, a happy picture of a group of cats circling and flying high, it looked so cute.

Sure enough, girls like this gif?Looking down, the corner of his mouth evoked a smile that he didn't notice. If Bai Jian was really circling happily like these kittens at this moment, it must be very cute.

... After washing and washing, Hong wiped his wet hair again and returned to his room.

He took a shower a little faster than usual today—it was all because he wanted to finish writing the report as soon as possible and rest. As I said before, he has always been a teenager with a regular life, and staying up late is absolutely NG for him.

He dried his hair completely with a hair dryer, and went to the tea table in the room with his soft red and white hair. He took out a single-line paper and wrote the self-criticism.

The content of about 500 words, as long as he respectfully expresses that he will not do it again, it will be over. Relying on the soft desk lamp, he looked at the snow-white paper in front of him, and the things he experienced today appeared in his mind unconsciously. .

Speaking of it, although there were twists and turns - he still managed to go out alone with Bai Jian, it really felt inexplicably unreal, and the time passed too fast.

It's not actual combat training, not study, but the two of them just... going out together.

Thinking about it, I suddenly recalled the scene of her blushing after being praised as "good-looking" by him, her playful wink to him, the scene when she anxiously grabbed his arm while watching the game... and the scene in the crowd She carefully grabbed the corner of her clothes, and felt her body temperature rising at a speed that was about to burn - he blushed at the base of his ears, and immediately stretched out his right hand to relieve the burning of his cheeks.

—— Has my control over my personality regressed recently?

Why is her personality always running amok?Just as Hong was reviewing himself angrily, the phone rang again.

Hong immediately picked up the phone to look at it, seeing that it was a text message from his contact [Bai Jian], his cheeks felt hot again for some reason.

So, I clicked in almost without hesitation.

[Little Jiao Dong, are you writing a review?Please come out to the balcony for a while (*^▽^*)]

Seeing this text message, Hong, who was sitting in front of the coffee table, turned his head to look at the huge floor-to-ceiling window at the end of the room—every student room here has it, but he rarely uses it, even drying clothes. And so on, he just uses the clothes dryer directly.

Thinking of this, Hong went over very curiously and opened the curtains covering the floor-to-ceiling windows, then put on slippers and stepped out.

Now Japan has just stepped into July, so the temperature at night is only over 20 degrees. The wind blowing the face outside just after taking a bath, he squinted his eyes feeling a bit cold, and walked obediently near the balcony.

[What's wrong? ] He glanced at the moonlight tonight, then lowered his eyes and edited the reply message.

[I have something for you, hehe (*￣︶￣)]

[? ] Blinking his eyes, could it be that Bai Jian came to his dormitory?Is it against the school rules to leave the dormitory privately at night?He put down his phone anxiously, put his hands on the balcony again, and looked down—but he didn't expect that before he could find the figure in Baijian, something warm suddenly landed on top of his head .

I was stunned for a while, it really felt like "winning the first prize".

He widened his eyes, and mechanically stretched out his hand to touch the top of his head—unexpectedly, before he touched it, a white bird flapped its wings and flew down from the top of his head, and then landed on his balcony on the railing.

White bird, warm feeling, overhead.

——Boom's expression instantly became a little ugly.

However, just when he was about to catch this uninvited bird, the bird suddenly fell from his balcony as if the power was cut off, and he subconsciously reached out to catch it, and then Discovery - this little bird is made of clay.

Was it given to him by Bai Jian?Hong's heart skipped a beat, and he found a small patterned bag tied with a ribbon on the body of the clay bird. After removing the small bag, he realized that the "warmth" he felt just now should come from this bag.

He carefully placed the delivery bird on the ground, and opened the small bag that oozes warmth, and the moment he opened the paper bag, a burst of buttery aroma radiated from it again, that They were small biscuits that looked freshly baked.

Hong was a little dazed, and then noticed a small card attached to the paper bag.

[Clang!It's a low-sugar biscuit, I'm really sorry for causing you to write a review

Pairing it with milk is the best supper (heart) I hope you like it~

Give me your food impressions (serious face)]

Hong squatted on the ground, looking at the penetrating handwriting on the small card - she is not good at handwriting, so judging from the extent to which the ink penetrated to the back, she must have written it very seriously.

Thinking of this, Hong almost saw her trying hard to write while wearing thick glasses and pressing her head against the desk.

Every time he looked at her who was so attentive, he felt very cute.

Hong unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth, looking at the perfectly baked biscuit in his hand, his heart was warm.

[received? ] Another text message from Bai Jian came from the LINE over there.

[Well, first time receiving something like this. ] Boom a little dumbfounded, actually letting his personality send him a letter or something.

[Hey hey hey, after I light up this skill, I can give you snacks! ]

[No need to do it on purpose. ]

[Don't you like snacks? ]

[No, I like it very much, thank you. ]

Hong answered quickly, and in order to give her a taste of eating, he, who has never had the habit of eating snacks, put one of the biscuits into his mouth without thinking. Sure enough, the freshly baked biscuits were crunchy and delicious.

He didn't expect that she would cook this kind of snack for him in the middle of the night, it really scared him.

[The biscuits are delicious. ] He sends a message.

And Baijian immediately sent a gif of a kitten circling and cheering.

Hong Nin couldn't help laughing, thinking about what to say to her—but, at the moment, he was chewing on the slightly sweet biscuit, he couldn't think, he edited and deleted the message, after all, he still couldn't think of a reply to Bai Jian.

It was Bai Jian over there who noticed the long silence on his side, and sent a very considerate message: [Are you writing a self-criticism? ]

[right. ]

[Then I won't bother you, although tomorrow is the weekend and you don't need to get up early, but you must have a quick rest! ]

[The same to you. ] Bo replied quickly, but regretted it after sending the message—maybe, he should add some emoticons to Bai Jian's reply, or say more words, it seems too indifferent now, after thinking about it , he quickly added another sticker.

[Good night hehe] And Bai Jian sent him a good night picture.

Hong also sent her a good night sticker, and Bai Jian over there didn't seem to intend to harass him anymore, so he went offline directly.

Then, looking at the last time when he went online, Hong felt a sense of loss in his heart.

The conversation is over soon.He still stared at the conversation page for a long time, read the conversation between Bai Jian and him again, then reluctantly took the small gift she gave him, and went into the room with a disappointed expression.

Sitting next to the coffee table again, the emotion that was soaring just now was gradually overshadowed by the loss——the conversation is over.He also wanted to talk to her a few more words.

With some annoyance, Hong carefully placed the incapacitated clay bird on the coffee table. Although he was only in charge of delivering letters, he did not intend to dispose of the things given to him in this white room.

——Just now, if only I had asked her what she was doing.I don't know if she really went back to rest right away?

Hong picked up the clay bird with some anxiety, and unconsciously opened the LINE page.I want to enter some message, but I feel like I have been punched in the cotton, and the message editor can't send it out again and again.

Trapped in the endless cycle of "I feel sweet when I see a biscuit, and I feel depressed when I see a dead chat room", thinking about things about the white room in my mind, and before I know it, I am torn with the 500-word self-criticism until midnight point.

No way - my mind is still immersed in the joy of receiving a small gift just now.

"Speaking of which, today's time flies too fast..." Hong put down the ballpoint pen, and spread the salted fish on the tatami mat in a dejected manner. He stretched out his hand to cover his cheeks that were gradually starting to heat up, and sighed angrily. .

——It would be great if I could see her now.

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On the other side, Bai Jian, who had said good night to Hong early, had been rolling on the bed for an hour, and she looked at the can of small biscuits beside her, blushing and tilting her head again.

Does Xiao Jiao Dong really like it?Have you finished writing the review paper now?

It was nice of him to be happy to send something like that out of the blue.

In fact, I still want to talk to him more, but it would be bad if I bother him...

Bai Jian blushed and buried his head between his knees, and carelessly pinched the little clay figurine with one hand—unknowingly, he pinched a small figure with short hair and a scar on his face.

She looked at the doll, and laughed: "It doesn't look like it at all."

Obviously Xiao Jiao Dong looks much better.She carefully touched the Nendoroid with her fingertips, and held the doll in her palm as a treasure.

"It would be great if there was a chance to go out with Xiao Jiao Dong next time." Bai Jian rested his forehead on the Nendoroid's head, and prayed sincerely.

After today and a day, those vague feelings and problems that had been buried in the hearts of the two of them for a long time finally broke out of the cocoon this night, and sprouted and grew wantonly.

--like.

Yes, maybe it is the feeling called "like".

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