【Raw noodles】black+honey

The maintenance rate of the original verdict of manual review is about 96.7%. A large number of applicants appealed impulsively due to the contradictions caused by insufficient initial adjustment.But about 3.3% of the cases were true and the system made a mistake.This error rate is already very small in the computer system, but spread over the huge population base, there are still nearly 2000 million people who are misjudged every year.

Shen Ye didn't know how the people who were judged to be system faults dealt with the matter after those complaints. He only knew that facing Luo Fusheng, he couldn't bear the seemingly 3.3% error rate.

It's not that he's not optimistic enough, but that he doesn't dare.

On a certain level, he is actually a survivor, but if he has encountered such a small probability, how can he be sure that he will not encounter the 3.3%.

He has been living very hard, and he has been looking forward to the day when the system will assign him a legal partner. On the day he received the notice and information, he was even ready to open his heart, looking forward to the future In the future, there will be someone who can walk with him and support each other.He is not alone anymore.

These inexplicable emotions may have existed from the moment I saw Luo Fusheng's photo.It's like the imprinting behavior of those little animals, they cheered, jumped, and wanted to follow and depend with joy, but never thought about whether the object was really the right one.

Maybe Luo Fusheng can firmly believe that he is the 96.7%, but Shen Ye thinks that he is likely to be in the 3.3%. He spent all his luck, so it is normal for him to encounter some bad things often, after all, he is the one who survived.

Shen Ye curled up in the quilt, thinking wildly, just like this fever, some things he hasn't thought of for a long time, and now those messy thoughts are running in his mind non-stop, making him unable to sleep .

At this moment, both body and mind are suffering.

He bit the quilt and silently shed tears again.

After meeting Luo Fusheng, he became weak.

Sure enough, it was because it was too early to be happy.

"Xiao Ye, I made porridge, you can eat some."

Luo Fusheng looked at the big ball shrunk under the quilt again, sighed, put the porridge on the bedside table, sat on the edge of the bed, and dug the person out of the quilt again.

Looking at Shen Ye's eyes that were still weeping, Luo Fusheng put his hand on Shen Ye's face sadly.

"Actually, I really want to beat you up." Shen Ye whispered with a strong nasal voice.He didn't refuse Luo Fusheng's touch, but tears rolled over Luo Fusheng's thumb sticking to his face.

"Okay, when you recover, you can beat me however you want." Luo Fusheng said, bringing the porridge in front of Shen Ye. "Eat it while it's hot, and then take some medicine after eating."

"But I can't do it." Shen Ye said, crying until his shoulders shook. "...Luo Fusheng, you are a big bastard!"

"Yes, I'm a big bastard." Luo Fusheng repeated Shen Ye's words with lowered eyes, and brought a spoonful of porridge to Shen Ye's mouth. Seeing that Shen Ye didn't respond, he stuffed it into Shen Ye's mouth forcefully. Watch him eat it.

Shen Ye choked with sobs, finally swallowed the spoonful of porridge, and continued to cry, "The porridge you cook is so unpalatable!"

"Who told you that you can't cook, no matter how unpalatable you can only eat my cooking."

As Luo Fusheng said, he stuffed another spoonful into it.

"I want to eat the pork rib porridge in the cabinet."

"no!"

Another spoonful while talking.

"Luo Fusheng, you are a bastard."

"Yes, I'm a bastard." Luo Fusheng continued to feed Shen Ye the porridge. "I'll buy you ribs later."

Hearing these words, Shen Ye's tears welled up again. "

"Luo Fusheng, you are a big bastard!"

"Yes, I'm a big bastard."

"There must be shiitake mushrooms in the pork rib porridge."

"Okay, shiitake mushrooms, I'll buy them for you later."

……

In fact, the pork rib porridge cooked by Luo Fusheng was also unpalatable, even the shiitake mushrooms were cut badly, but Shen Ye quickly lost his fever under the nourishment of this not-so-delicious porridge and chicken soup.

Luo Fusheng didn't sleep on the sofa that night, and Shen Ye, apart from calling him an asshole like a mantra, also compromised.

The hand touching the forehead, the warmth of hugging from behind, the sound of two people's breathing under the light of the small desk lamp at night.

"You're a big bastard..."

Shen Ye whispered, grabbed the quilt, and sucked his body.Luo Fusheng noticed it, and just hugged him even tighter in his arms.

"Sleep, I will always be with you."