Qiu Ren is always very tired [Comprehensive]

It was nearly nine o'clock after the dinner party, and because there was still class the next day, Qiuren didn't stay overnight at Feng's house, but booked a Shinkansen ticket back to Tokyo overnight.

Renzuzu also came back with Qiuren. The two booked the same train, and happened to be in the same car, and the seats were not too far apart.

The business seat was very empty, except for Qiuren, Hong and Renzuo, there were only a few people scattered in other seats in the whole car, and there happened to be no one sitting opposite the seat of Qiuren and Hong, so Shinobu left his seat quite naturally, and sat on the seat opposite the two.

"I heard that Senior Akito is dating the youngest daughter of the Suzuki family. Is this true?"

It didn't take long for Renzu to sit down and open the chatter box, and went straight to the topic as soon as he came up.

Qiu Ren frowned slightly, "Who did you listen to?"

"So it's not true anymore?"

Renzu pushed the glasses on the bridge of the nose, the corners of the mouth raised.

"What do you think?"

Qiuren asked him back.

Shinobu adjusted his sitting posture slightly, and leaned forward slightly, "If it's true, I have to be prepared to deal with my rival."

Qiuren glanced at him, "Do you like Yuanzi?"

Renzu smiled and looked at the young man opposite, "Senior is really good at joking, don't you know who I like senior?"

When he said this, he deliberately lowered his voice, and his already low voice was inexplicably added a bit of ambiguity by his suppression.

"Sorry, I don't think I'm the kind of senior who is so conscientious that he has to know the private affairs of the younger generation. What's more, we haven't known each other for a long time."

The implication is that we don't know each other well.

Ren Zu naturally understood his voice, but this clear tone of refusal did not hurt his self-confidence. He felt that he was not the clingy character, but it was not so easy to give up lightly.

"senior……"

He just wanted to change the subject and talk to the young man across from him, but the young man's attention was no longer attracted to him, but completely focused on the young man next to him.

"I'm hungry."

He tugged on Qiu Ren's sleeve and said calmly.

At the dinner just now, as the second young master of the Feng family, Qiuren inevitably had to deal with a lot of entertainment, and the young man who had been by Qiuren's side had also become the talker of the people who came to talk to him. Almost everyone who came to talk to Qiuren Everyone would ask about the identity of the boy, and the two of them had no time to enjoy the food at the dinner party.

Not to mention bang, Qiu Ren feels a little hungry now.

"I have a piece of chocolate here."

Shinozu took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket and handed it to the boy next to Qiuren. The boy stared at the piece of chocolate for a while, but did not reach out to take it, but glanced at Qiuren next to him with a questioning look.

"Take it, although it's a bit frivolous, it's not a bad person."

The boy silently took the piece of chocolate and said thank you.

"Should I take this as a compliment?"

Being said to be frivolous, I couldn't laugh or cry.

"Shouldn't frivolity be a derogatory term?"

Hong broke the chocolate in his hand into two halves, and handed half of it to Qiuren next to him. Hearing what Renzu said, he showed a somewhat puzzled expression on his face.

"It's a derogatory term, Jiao Dong, your Mandarin is really good."

Qiu Ren took the piece of chocolate, and didn't stuff it into his mouth immediately, but looked at the boy beside him with a look of relief.

Shinobu: "..."

It was almost eleven o'clock when we arrived in Tokyo, and Uncle Matsumoto was waiting at the platform an hour earlier. Before Qiuren returned to his place of residence, Uncle Matsumoto asked Uncle Matsumoto to drop by the way.

"I can stay at your house for one night. Anyway, we have to go back to school tomorrow morning, so it happens to be on the way."

Shinobu, who was sitting in the co-pilot, looked back at Akito who was sitting in the back seat and said.

"My guest room is already occupied."

Qiu Ren pointed to the boy sitting beside him.

Holding his eyebrows up, "I don't mind sharing a room with you."

"Sorry, I mind."

Qiu Ren gave him a polite smile and refused without hesitation.

After sending Shinobu to the place where he lived, Uncle Matsumoto turned the car around and drove to the place where Akito lived.

The alarm clock in the car reminded that it was already twelve o'clock in the morning, but the colorful neon lights outside the car window were still flickering tirelessly.

Tokyo is a city that does not sleep. This city blurs the boundaries between day and night. There are daytime hustle and bustle in the daytime, and nighttime bustle in the night.

Qiu Ren turned his head to look at the young man who was leaning on the seat and fell asleep, a touch of warmth was added to his indifferent face.

"I remember that your younger brother is the teaching director of Mihua Primary School."

Akito lowered his voice and chatted with Uncle Matsumoto who was sitting in the driver's seat.

The gray-haired former housekeeper nodded, "Are you going to send this young master to Mihua Primary School?"

Looking at the boy's peaceful sleeping face, Qiuren said softly, "Ice Emperor is not suitable for him."

"I see, I will contact Junfu."

"Excuse me."

Takahashi sent him a message, saying that the decoration of the room next door hadn't been finished yet, and it would probably be completely completed tomorrow. Qiu Ren looked at the sleeping teenager next to him, and fell into deep thought.

When he woke up, he found himself lying on a big soft bed. The first thing he did when he woke up was to touch the bandages on his left eye, and when he confirmed that they were wrapped around his left eye intact , this is a little relieved.

"you're awake."

Suddenly another person's voice came from the side, and the boy looked to the right. The black-haired young man was sitting on the other side of the bed, wiping his hair with a towel.

The young man's glasses were taken off and put aside. He stared at the pair of thin-rimmed glasses on the bedside for a few seconds in a daze. He suddenly realized that he was not used to a young man without glasses.

"Your room is still being remodeled, and it probably won't be finished until tomorrow, so you can squeeze in with me tonight."

Qiu Ren put the towel in his hand aside, and narrated the incident to the boy with his half-dry hair on his head.

The young man nodded after being silent for a moment, then he stood up and walked to Qiu Ren's side, and slowly raised his left hand.

In the next second, Qiuren's half-dry hair became dry in an instant, even a little too dry, causing Qiuren's originally docile black hair to explode, and the soft strands stood up one by one, like It is a ripe chestnut.

"It's easy to catch a cold if your hair isn't dried."

The young man preached solemnly.

Qiu Ren with his hairy hair was momentarily at a loss for words.

He wanted to say that his house actually had something like a hair dryer.

The first time is unfamiliar and the second time is familiar. Although Hong didn't know where to start with the western-style shower facilities at first, after Qiuren explained it, he also became familiar with these strange equipment.

When he came out of the bathroom wearing a little yellow duck pajamas with wet hair, Qiu Ren was already waiting for him with a hair dryer in his hand.

"I can do it myself."

The boy stretched out his left hand and pointed to his wet head.

Qiu Ren with the hair on his face smiled kindly and pressed the switch of the hair dryer.

"Do you want me to tell you a bedtime story?"

Before turning off the lights, Qiuren recalled the "Several Important Things to Pay Attention to When Sleeping with Children" that he had just searched on Yahoo. Among them was the item about telling bedtime stories to children before going to bed.

Although he didn't think that the boy in his family needed the guidance of a bedtime story to fall asleep peacefully, but the opportunity was rare, and he wanted to see how the boy would react.

Hong watched him calmly, just when Qiuren thought the young man would reply him with a faint "no need" as always, the young man said another sentence.

"I want to hear All Might's story."

The tone was as flat as ever, without any emotional ups and downs.

but……

All Might...

who is it?

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