MTL - The Paranoid Protagonist is Addicted To My Stickers-Chapter 42 elder brother

The three of them crowded in the corner, Chu Qingjian stood a little far away, with one hand behind his back, hiding behind his back the things that he failed to hand out just now.

Xia Zhinian frowned and cried out in pain softly, Yan Ci let go of his hand, and asked with a frown, "What's wrong?"

Chu Qingjian looked at this and that, and remained silent strangely.

Yan Ci lifted up the boy's sleeve a little bit, exposing his porcelain-white slender wrist, on which a few bruised and purple fingerprints were exceptionally clear, and there were also a few red marks that had just been pinched.

The size is the same, and it can be seen that it was done by one person.

Chu Qingjian was surprised for a moment, and looked at Yan Ci.

Yan Ci: "..."

It should have been caused by being too angry by the lake yesterday and using too much force.

He pursed his lips, moving slightly.

Seeing Chu Qingjian looking over here, Xia Zhinian thought that the protagonist had finally made some progress in attacking and suffering, and he couldn't be scared away by the black heart of the black sesame glutinous rice balls, so he quickly withdrew his hand and put down his sleeves.

"It's okay, it's okay, I accidentally made it, I just came out for a walk, and now I'm going back."

You two continue.

Don't stop, don't stop!

Xia Zhinian's almond eyes were bent, the corners of his lips were raised, and he turned around and ran away.

Yan Ci cared about his wrist, and didn't pull it. He stared at the young man's back, with the fur on the top of his head raised and raised, looking vaguely excited, his eyes darkened.

Didn't Nian Gao Duanzi regard him as a "rival in love" before, why did he see him alone with his "sweetheart" Chu Qingjian... he was quite happy to see it.

The indescribable feeling in Yan Ci's heart spread again, and seeing the disappearing figure of the young man, he always felt that things were a little out of control.

Like a hand that was missed yesterday.

The sense of danger of not being able to catch the boy climbed to the top of my heart, and I felt uneasy and indescribable.

Chu Qingjian handed over the delicate little gift box in her hand, "Here, Xia Zhinian, you can keep it yourself."

Yan Ci came back to his senses, took it, thanked him slowly, took out the carefully selected watch and looked at it over and over again, feeling a little sour and unhappy in his heart.

Back in the teaching building, Yan Ci went to the infirmary to prescribe a box of medicine, and then entered the classroom.

Xia Zhinian was kneeling on the stool, with most of his upper body weight on the table, playing with his mobile phone with his **** pouted slightly, coughing twice while covering his mouth.

Zou Ziqian sat in Yuen Long's seat and talked to him, sighing, "At the same table, if you draw a picture and even fall into the water, you are good enough."

"..."

Xia Zhinian smiled mischievously, and asked about the big rock under the water.

Zou Ziqian explained that when the landscape lake was just completed seven or eight years ago, some students walked along the path by the lake and fell down.

Immediately after, the school filled in a circle of big dark rocks on the side, which couldn't be seen clearly, but the protection was very tight.

Zou Ziqian shook his head in amazement, "I thought it was useless at first, but now it seems that the school is more considerate."

"But why haven't you sat down today?"

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Xia Zhinian rubbed his nose, wanted to cry without tears, coughed muffledly, and sighed, "It's nothing, just...change your posture."

It's not that his **** hurts from the fall, and he can't even sit up.

Shame on me.

The class bell rang, and Zou Ziqian went back to his seat. There was some movement next to him, and he turned his head to look.

Yan Ci was tall, long-legged, and sat down on the stool. He was looking at his strange posture that stretched his knees. His eyes were meaningful. He put the ointment on his table, and his voice was much gentler.

"Wrist wipes, twice a day."

Xia Zhinian looked at him, then at Chu Qingjian, a little curious about what the two of them just said, but Gong Shou whispered, and it wasn't very good to ask.

Bending his eyes and smiling, he took the ointment.

"thanks."

Yan Ci's eyes moved down, and his black eyes looked directly at the raised arc, implying something, "It can also be used on the body, and the usage is the same."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Xia Zhinian instantly straightened her body, retracted her pouted buttocks, her ears felt hot, "...Oh, um, I see."

In the evening, Xia Zhinian struggled to support himself by the table.

He didn't sit down a few times a day, Xia's food was light, and he was taken care of when he was sick, and the meals he asked his aunt to cook were less oily, salty, clear soup, and watery, so he didn't eat much.

After staying like this for a whole day, now he touched his deflated belly and sighed softly.

...so hungry.

It was the last class, regular self-study, Yan Ci was called away by Lao Qin for something, and the study committee member was sitting on the podium doing homework, taking care of maintaining discipline.

The class was quiet, save for the murmur of minor communication problems.

Xia Zhinian's stomach suddenly grunted clearly.

"!!"

Why is it so loud.

The surroundings were silent, and the grunt felt like it could resound through the whole class. Xia Zhinian's expression froze, his ears turned red instantly, and he quickly covered his stomach and looked around.

Fortunately, there was no one in the last row. Yuen Long and Chu Qingjian, who were closer, were obsessed with their mobile phones and ignored world affairs, and no one was looking at him.

Xia Zhinian let out a sigh of relief.

No, I'm too hungry.

He glanced around, moved the stool quietly, and slowly slid down like soft dough by picking up rubber, squatting into the gap between the table and the chair, carrying his schoolbag and walking like a duckling in the back row of the classroom.

He quietly opened the back door and took a look.

No one was outside.

Yan Ci is also not nearby, and will not appear suddenly.

The timing is right, go!

Xia Zhinian chuckled, got out through the crack of the door, avoided the teacher's office and went downstairs.

It was already dark outside, during class time, the campus was empty, the wind blew, it was cool, quiet and refreshing.

Rubbing his belly, he walked towards the small wall mentioned by Zou Ziqian Yuanlang at the back of the school.

He hadn't skipped class before, and he basically said he wasn't feeling well, so he walked straight away, didn't climb over the wall, and took a little effort to climb up.

Sitting straddling the wall, her **** hurt a little, Xia Zhinian wrinkled her face, covered her dry throat and gasped, "cough, cough, cough."

"Xia Zhinian, come down!"

Xia Zhinian: "?!"

Suddenly there was a deep voice from below, and a hot hand was caught on the ankle unexpectedly, and with a lot of force, it clasped him firmly.

"Who?!"

Xia Zhinian was shocked and looked down.

Yan Ci came out of nowhere, with a few tiny drops of sweat printed on his forehead, his brows were gloomy, his dark eyes staring at him without blinking, his aura was icy cold.

"Come down."

He said it again, his voice cool.

The tip of Yan Ci's tongue touched the roots of his teeth.

He returned from Lao Qin's office, and at a glance, he saw that the white and tender young man in his seat had disappeared. He asked around, but no one saw him.

The ungraspable sense of missing by the lake suddenly surged up, and I didn't even think about looking for it, but when I came over, I saw him sitting wobbly on the wall.

Tightening his fingers, Yan Ci managed to calm down a bit as he felt a little warmth coming from the boy's body through the trousers.

"...You, you looking for me?"

Xia Zhinian stared blankly at the boy who suddenly appeared, shaking his legs, trying to break free from the restraints.

Yan Ci grabbed him tightly, held him firmly, and pursed his lips, "Be good, don't move around."

"Where are you going?"

Xia Zhinian said: "I—"

"Gulu Gulu."

The boy's stomach groaned in response to the situation, clearly and distinctly, and a blush suddenly appeared in his ears, and he said awkwardly: "I'm coughing...I'm hungry."

"Skipping class when you're hungry?"

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Xia Zhinian was caught straight, without any explanation, sitting on the wall and biting his lip, Dumao sneered and looked away.

Yan Ci stared at him for a while, the thin scars at the end of his eyes were cold, and for a moment, he pulled the corner of his mouth, propped up the wall with one hand, jumped up with his long legs, and crossed the low wall neatly.

"!"

Xia Zhinian was dumbfounded, his almond eyes were round, and before he could recover, Yan Ci had already reached the other end, holding his ankle on that side, and exerted some strength with his hand.

"Hey, don't drag me, cough, cough, cough, I can get down by myself, cough cough."

The young man was startled, his almond eyes widened, his breathing became chaotic and he couldn't help but cough.

Yan Ci's brows were slightly dark, his eyes were dark, and he avoided his wrist and grabbed his forearm, "I won't pull you, you can do it yourself."

Xia Zhinian breathed a sigh of relief, moved the other leg over, jumped down, and landed firmly.

All the skipped classes were skipped, Xia Zhinian didn't want to go back, but Yan Ci didn't go back to his surprise, he sent a message to Lao Qin, and without changing his face, he found a good-sounding and legitimate reason for skipping classes.

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Okay, I'm very convinced.

Yan Ci asked him what he wanted to eat. In fact, he had eaten only a few things. After thinking about it, his eyes lit up and he blurted out, "Barbecue!"

"...?"

Yan Ci frowned lightly, Qing Jun's eyebrows were indifferent, and he let out a soft sigh, "I still want to eat barbecue when I'm sick, so I don't want my throat anymore."

The young man hummed pitifully, flattening his mouth, "The bird is almost fading out of my mouth."

Yan Ci glanced at him, thought for a while, took him to a hot pot restaurant, and ordered a clear soup hot pot.

Xia Zhinian didn't care much if he didn't eat barbecue, and waited brightly.

Hot pot is also fine, he has never eaten hot pot before.

When the pot was served, the faint fragrance wafted away, the young man's hair on the top of his head pouted excitedly, the corners of his lips curled up, his joy was visible to the naked eye.

Yan Ci looked at him carefully, the sense of uneasiness that could not be grasped just now slowly disappeared, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yan Ci."

Xia Zhinian called him, a little hesitant, "This is a single pot, you can't eat it separately, don't you want to eat it?"

Yan Ci raised his eyebrows, "Eat, why don't you eat, I'm hungry too."

"what?"

Xia Zhinian was stunned for a moment, his almond eyes were round and firm, "But aren't you a clean freak?"

He was already shocked that the protagonist accepted to accompany him to dinner.

Yan Ci smiled softly, his voice was soft and gentle, "My cleanliness has no sense of existence to you at the same table, you already knew it."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Well, he thought that the scope of failure of cleanliness was limited to skin surface contact such as touching stickers.

But since Yan Ci has said so, he doesn't care, and eats happily with the sauce.

Most people nowadays are picky eaters, they don't eat this or that, but Yan Ci sees that the young man almost refuses anyone who comes, and eats whatever he offers.

The light in the amber eyes is clear and bright, and the appearance is obedient and soft, and it looks like it is easy to feed. He smiled lightly.

After eating a hot pot meal for a long time, Xia Zhinian ate a full meal, touched his belly, and sighed comfortably.

It feels great to be able to eat whatever you want.

It was rare for him to be in such a good mood, his brows and eyes were curved, and he took the initiative to reach out his hand to Yan Ci, "Thank you for accompanying me to eat, why don't you touch it?"

Yan Ci just took a sip of the fruit juice, but after hearing the sound, he slowly put down his glass and looked down.

There was a little smile on the boy's face, his white and tender palms were flattened, and he naturally equated eating with him with touching him.

In other words, in his perception... this is purely a transaction.

The smile on the corners of Yan Ci's lips faded a little, and the expression on his gentle and jade-like face was uncertain as he looked at the boy.

...The rice cake dumpling seems to be very defensive.

He doesn't like to get too close to other people, even his parents and elder brother.

The only exception is...Chu Qingjian.

Xia Zhinian tilted his head, keenly noticed that Yan Ci's mood had changed a little, his eyes widened a little, and his fingertips retracted, "What's wrong?"

"…nothing."

Yan Ci's smile was not a smile, and he was not polite. He held his hand and played for a while, and his fingertips brushed against the soft palm, which made the young man tremble.

He clenched his palm subconsciously, but was hindered by another slender and cold hand, with fingertips intertwined.

Yan Ci looked down indifferently, and smiled casually.

It is already mid-to-late June, and the third middle school usually conducts final exams in early July. However, as a key school for the comprehensive development of morality, intelligence and physical fitness, the third middle school not only takes cultural subjects, but also has an extra physical education at the end of the term.

That's right, the dreaded physical exam.

Misato only takes physical education. In order to ensure the physical fitness of the students, the test is conducted before the final exam every semester, and the grades are also counted.

Those who fail will be publicly criticized at the parent meeting, and will be re-examined in every physical education class after the next semester starts, until they pass the exam, which is extremely scary.

Xia Zhinian stood on the playground, and when he learned about this rule from Zou Ziqian, he froze in horror, his expression like a thunderbolt.

God, help.

There were not many items that he passed in the last physical test.

What the **** is going on?

The physical education teacher was like a rainbow, and shouted with his arms crossed, "Come on, come on, the old rules, all events are tested regardless of gender, but the passing scores of male and female students are different, so it won't be difficult."

"But there are some students who did not score well in the physical test last time..."

He shouted at the top of his voice, glanced over, glanced at the young man in the corner meaningfully, and said, "Be careful, don't fall into my hands."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Hey, hey, what a ghost, what are you looking at him for?

Help! QQ

This time there is no roll call, let yourself form a team, and don't do any tricks in the serious exam.

Xia Zhinian looked around, and at a glance, he happened to see Yan Ci and Chu Qingjian standing at the end of the line. They were about the same height, had good looks, and were a perfect match.

...Good guy, the main character has finally made progress!

Xia Zhinian's eyes lit up, and he suddenly felt that he could do it again. Seeing that Chu Qingjian was going to find Yuen Long to form a team, he quickly rushed to the other side of Yuen Long, and called Yuen Long away first.

"Yuan Long, Yuen Long." Xia Zhinian excitedly called to him, "I want to form a team with you, can I?"

"You and me?" Yuen Long was stunned for a moment, looking around in a daze, "What about the monitor?"

"There must be no shortage of monitors—"

"At the same table, are you going to abandon me now?"

The slender figure beside him approached, Wen Runruyu sighed lightly, approaching the boy, Chu Qingjian also walked all the way towards this side.

In fact, the time for free team formation is very fast. People who are familiar with each other hit it off immediately, and soon there are only four people left to deal with it.

Xia Zhinian looked at the protagonist Gong Shou standing together, silently excited in his heart, turned to the other side, "Yuan—"

"I made an appointment with Yuen Long before, we are at the same table, you two teams." Chu Qingjian interjected with a frown.

Yuen Long: "??"

Yuen Long was confused, and gave him a look of surprise, when did they make an appointment?

Chu Qingjian frowned and blinked.

"Brother Chu, you..."

Xia Zhinian didn't see the eye contact between the two of them, so he froze for a moment.

The corners of Yan Ci's lips were raised slightly, and he looked at the young man bit by bit, which was meaningful.

It seems... a bit strange.

Aside from himself, Nian Gao Duanzi likes Chu Qingjian, so he will definitely form a team with Chu Qingjian first.

Even if the Xia family asked him not to disturb Chu Qingjian's life, the next best thing would be to form a team with his more familiar former tablemate Zou Ziqian, not Yuen Long.

But he just went straight to Yuen Long.

...After glancing in the direction of Chu Qingjian and him.

The physical education teacher urged loudly, Yan Ci raised his eyebrows, suppressed the doubts in his heart, pulled the boy's arm, and half pushed him to walk forward, his voice was gentle.

"At the same table, don't disturb the other two at the same table to enhance the relationship."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Xia Zhinian sighed sadly, after a while, he calmed down a lot, and patted his cheeks.

Progress has been made, take your time, take your time.

Yan Ci smiled and brought him to the edge of the mat.

"the first item!"

Between the two long rows of mats, the physical education teacher shouted angrily, "Sit-ups, lie down and get ready!"

Yan Ci lay down as he said, with his long legs bent, Xia Zhinian squatted down, and grabbed his calf with his hands through his trousers.

Yan Ci glanced over while lying down, and smiled politely, "At the same table, you can't hold back like this, you want to press my feet."

Xia Zhinian turned his head to look at the side, moved the center of his body forward, let go of his strength, knelt down on his instep, and sat on his heels, "I can hold it down like this."

The corners of Yan Ci's lips curled up, and he smiled amiably, "Yes."

The physical education teacher looked at the timer and raised his hand, "Get ready! Three, two, one, start!"

Yan Ci put his hands behind his head, stretched his waist and abdomen, and got up methodically, without blushing or panting, looking very calm and effortless.

The movements were standard, sitting up completely, leaning forward, his head almost touching Xia Zhinian who was pressing his feet nearby.

Xia Zhinian leaned back silently, counting in his heart.

"Deskmate."

Yan Ci made another one, and suddenly said: "Don't move around, the center of gravity has gone, you can't hold it down."

Xia Zhinian: "??"

"…real?"

Yan Ci's face remained unchanged, he was gentle and elegant, "What are you doing to lie to you?"

Xia Zhi had only had one physical examination at the end of her life, but she didn't know much, so she bit her lip and moved it back.

Yan Ci got up and approached, bringing a gust of breeze, mixed with the faint fragrance of laundry detergent or shower gel, blowing towards his face, his foreheads almost touched each other.

Xia Zhinian's almond-shaped eyes were round, his body didn't move, he tried to lean his neck back, his posture was difficult.

Yan Ci laughed, the corners of his lips curved.

A minute passed quickly, Yan Ci looked at it in a calm manner, and counted out sixty-two scores.

Xia Zhinian was shocked by this frighteningly strong and physically powerful protagonist of black sesame glutinous rice balls.

Chu Qingjian's voice came from Yuen Long counting from the side, "Good guy, fifty-nine, full marks brother, pretty strong."

Xia Zhinian: "...?!"

Five, fifty-nine?

Xia Zhinian's expression was slightly frightened.

Damn, the protagonist Gong can't beat the black sesame glutinous rice balls, right?

No, no, no, the main character's attack and receiving points are very clear in the original text, it should be a coincidence, just a coincidence.

Xia Zhinian sighed in shock and smacked his lips.

The rotation began, the boy lay down on the mat, Yan Ci pressed his feet, and soon, the teacher's countdown began.

Seeing how easy Yan Ci was doing, Xia Zhinian thought he could do it too, completely forgetting how laborious it was, and woke up suddenly when he was doing it, holding his head and strenuously moving forward.

"classmates!"

The physical education teacher raised his voice and shouted: "Everyone work hard, don't forget, if you fail, you will retake the exam every class next semester, until you pass the exam!"

Xia Zhinian: "!!"

Ow, help!

Xia Zhinian's belly was sore and he couldn't exert himself, the bruise on his buttocks was still aching, his breathing became short of breath, his eyes were round and his expression was frightened.

"I do, huh, how many have I made?"

"..."

Yan Ci was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Exactly ten."

Xia Zhinian: "?!"

Ah ah ah ah ah.

Xia Zhinian panicked, and tried her best to get up, but if she didn't practice this thing often, she couldn't get up.

Feeling the passage of time, Xia Zhinian's eyes widened, his heart beat faster, and he was anxious, enduring the pain in his buttocks and getting up again.

"How many are there?"

Yan Ci: "...only sixteen."

Xia Zhinian panicked, "How many passes?"

Yan Ci's voice was regretful, "I want thirty."

Xia Zhinian: "!!"

Ah ah ah ah ah ah help help!

Why so many.

He had no strength, and he couldn't get up halfway, so he lay back down and got up again, but he still didn't get up.

Panicked, her eyes were round and whimpered, "I have no strength, I can't get up."

Woo he doesn't want to take exams every class.

Yan Ci looked at his flushed face, tried his best to get up but bounced back, looked pitiful, his heart was itchy, he couldn't hold it back, he slightly curled his lips and lowered his voice.

"Shall I help you?"

"Yes, yes!"

Xia Zhinian's expression was suddenly pleasantly surprised, "How can I help?"

Yan Ci looked at the group of Chu Qingjian next to his eyes, and thought of the rice cake dumplings one bite at a time, brother Chu, raised his eyebrows, and curled the corners of his lips, "Let's listen to the ones with nice voices first."

Xia Zhinian: "??"

what? !

"If you don't have time, call after class."

Yan Ci estimated the time, chuckled and shook his head, "That won't work, what should you do if you don't admit it, right now."

Xia Zhinian: "!" Ahhhhhh.

Xia Zhinian panicked, his head was running wildly, "Squad leader? School grass? Xueba? Xueshen?"

Xueshen was unmoved.

Xia Zhinian searched desperately in his head, thinking about what others called it, with a bitter expression, "Shen Yan? Brother Yan? Brother!"

Let him go.

Yan Ci smiled, "Your brother is Xia Wenhan, change it again."

Seeing the reaction, Xia Zhinian bit her lip, her almond eyes were dazed, thought for a moment, and then called out—

"elder brother?"

The young man's voice was soft, Yan Ci's heart was itching slightly, and he smiled happily.

He was going to be called Brother Yan in the future, but the rice cake dumpling took so long to read.

But brother is better.

The corners of his lips curled in satisfaction, he used his body to cover the teacher's sight, grabbed his arm, and pulled him lightly.

Aww—

The young man lost control of his body on the spot and was pulled up at once. Before he could recover, he was put down again and pulled up again.

In a trance, I feel like a Q-ball jellybean tossing and turning, and I relax and let it play.

"time up-"

Yan Ci let go, and Xia Zhinian lay back on the mat dizzy, feeling as if his soul was about to be shaken out, as if his mind was not quite clear.

Yan Ci's voice was clear, "Exactly thirty."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

The warm and crimson color spread on the young man's face, he opened his mouth and gasped for breath, his movements were too large, the hem of his clothes lifted up, revealing a small piece of porcelain white and delicate belly, which undulated slightly with his breathing.

Yan Ci's eyes slid slowly, the color of his eyes gradually darkened, fearing that he would catch a cold, he stretched out his hand to pull down the hem of his clothes.

Xia Zhinian was about to get up, when he pushed hard, the cold and hard knuckles of his fingers rubbed against his soft belly without warning.

"Well."

Unprepared, the young man opened his eyes wide, shivered for a moment, and instinctively curled up to avoid it, just in time to put the slightly cold hand in his arms, and put it directly against the warm waist, his body suddenly tensed up.