MTL - The Paranoid Protagonist is Addicted To My Stickers-Chapter 52 Self-locking

With his back against the wall, Xia Zhinian was imprisoned in the gap between his body and the wall by the people in front of him, his hands were held, and the position behind Yan Ci's... **** was just a fist away.

The boy with a jade face smiled and urged him to choose left or right.

Xia Zhinian's face became hot, the roots of his ears turned red, and he shrank his hands back, "I, I don't choose."

What the **** is this request, let people spank, spank?

Xia Zhinian's white and tender ears turned a layer of crimson, and he looked away without looking at him.

Yan Ci's smile was indifferent and gentle, and he was still holding him by the hand, smiling amiably, "Baby, are you shy?"

Xia Zhinian: "..." Not at all!

He bit his lip.

Yan Ci smiled lightly, tilted his head, and said in a clear voice, "Okay, then I will help you choose, let's make it symmetrical, I will hit the right side, and you will hit the left side."

He smiled and asked, "Can I help you?"

Xia Zhinian: "??"

Xia Zhinian was stunned for a moment, before he could react, his palms were stretched out, and a bigger hand was put on the back of his hand, leading him forward.

With strength, his fingertips grazed the air to create a breeze, and he fell behind Yan Ci without hesitation.

"!!"

Ahhh!

Xia Zhinian felt something bouncing in his palm, his face flushed suddenly, his eyes widened, and he pushed hard in the opposite direction, trying to stay away.

"Yan Ci, Yan Ci, I don't..."

Xia Zhinian's ears were hot, and he tried to pull away, but he was not as strong as the opponent, so he was held down and fell down.

There was a slight sound.

Xia Zhinian: "...!!"

Ah ah ah God ah.

Xia Zhinian felt a numbness crawling all the way from the palms of his hands all over his body, he didn't dare to move, his almond eyes were round.

Yan Ci smiled softly, "Hey, don't be shy, I'm not shy at all."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Fuck you meow.

Sao but Sao.

Xia Zhinian just wanted to withdraw his hand quickly, but when he was pulled back, Yan Ci said calmly, "There is one more time."

Xia Zhinian opened his eyes wide, "No, no need."

"use."

"..." The boy's earlobe was hot and he stumbled, "Then I, I will do it myself."

Don't press his hand.

Yan Ci smiled amiably, "Okay, you don't have to love me dear, I don't."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Nine, nine Min.

Shameless black sesame glutinous rice balls!

His whole body was hot, and he patted it bravely. The palm of his hand felt strange, whether it was hard or soft, and there was some rebound. His face was even hotter, his whole body seemed to be sweating, and his fingers were stiff.

The black sesame glutinous rice **** were very shameless, calm and composed, and even touched his head, asking warmly, "How does it feel?"

Xia Zhinian: "...!"

Very, very strong.

Ahhhhhhhhh what is he thinking? !

Xia Zhinian suddenly turned his head away from him, his whole body was steaming hot, as if he was about to be cooked, he said, "Don't ask me, I don't know!"

In the gap formed by the wall and the nearby slender body, the temperature rose a little, and the air gradually became thicker.

Yan Ci smiled loosely, his voice was low, and he scratched and fell into his ears like a feather, which aroused the young man to tremble.

Yan Ci stroked his head soothingly, and then squeezed the stiff hand, his movements were soft and natural.

Xia Zhinian couldn't leave, the driver who had already arrived took the money and drove away again, Yan Ci took the boy back over the wall again.

Xia Zhinian originally wanted to go to the infirmary to find someone to treat the wound on Yan Ci's shoulder, but he held him down.

"It doesn't matter, go eat first, it will be cold in a while."

When he arrived at the cafeteria, Zou Ziqian had been waiting for a long time at the entrance, and when he saw someone coming, he raised his arms excitedly.

"Yan Shen! The former tablemate! This side, this side!"

Yan Ci took the young man's arm and went over, Xia Zhinian looked at the three sets of braised pork ribs on the table, and then at Zou Ziqian who was graciously handing over the chopsticks, with a flat mouth.

"Being at the same table before, our friendship is over."

"Don't be my former deskmate!"

Zou Ziqian wailed, "Look, in the wilderness around the base, no matter what, you can't escape alone over the wall."

"Look at yourself. You have thin skin and tender flesh. You fail sports at the bottom of the running. When you meet bad guys, let alone beat them, you can't even run away from them."

"So I sent a message to God Yan." Zou Ziqian scratched his head hehe.

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

But Zou Ziqian really felt that his behavior was not very authentic. After thinking about it, he patted his chest and said, "So, the former tablemate, if you come to our bedroom next door at night, there will definitely be a surprise!"

"... what surprise?"

"You will know at night!"

Yan Ci sat next to the young man, looked at Zou Ziqian who was directly opposite him, his eyes swept away, and the meaning was unclear.

"Stop talking, let's eat."

Xia Zhinian glanced at Yan Ci and lowered his head to eat.

In fact, he was still a little dazed, and he came back feeling dazed, and he was in vain, his head a little bit unrecovered.

After dinner and evening class, Zou Ziqian was already dazed by the questions, so he went to the classroom with the two of them and found the seat he had occupied in advance.

In the first class, four people entered the training camp. Apart from Yan Ci, Zou Ziqian and Chu Qingjian, there was also a girl who was also an acquaintance.

It was Zhao Jinjin who was blackmailed by gangsters at the school gate before, and Xia Zhinian went in to help.

Zhao Jinjin greeted them, and pointed to the seat next to the front row with a smile, "Here, why are you eating so slowly?"

Zou Ziqian waved his hand, "It's hard to say."

The seat they occupied was by the window, and there were seven or eight seats in a row in the lecture theater. Zhao Jinjin and Chu Qingjian sat in the back row, with one seat left on the side, and two empty seats in front.

Zou Ziqian sat in the back very consciously, and after watching Yan Ci take out his mobile phone in front, he took out a tablet earphone power bank and handed it to his front deskmate.

And his former deskmate was grandiose among the trainees who were busy with calculations, put on the earphones, and turned on the game.

"...??"

Zou Ziqian was stunned, "My former deskmate, what are you doing? Aren't you just listening in?"

Xia Zhinian pursed her lips, moaned and said, "I'm not an auditor, I'm a pendant."

Be taken wherever people go.

The young man still had some resentment, Yan Ci smiled, his voice gentle, "After the training camp, I will be the pendant."

After the training camp, it was almost time to make up classes. He had to get the rice cake dumplings to the school dormitory, and stay away from Xia's house for a while.

He didn't plan to come to this training camp at first, mainly because if the rice cake dumpling only lived in his suburban villa, the Xia family would definitely come to visit from time to time, and the isolation was of little significance.

Xia Zhinian: "..."

There is no difference at all.

The young man flattened his mouth and turned on the game without saying a word. Yan Ci also continued to brush up the questions to catch up with the progress. Although he did it quickly, the amount of questions was large, and it took a little effort to make up.

The teacher kept talking on it, and Zou Ziqian listened to the class while brushing up today's questions. He was dizzy after finishing school with both methods. When he looked up, one of the two people in front of him was slow but the progress of the questions was fast, and the other was having fun in the game. to fly.

"The former tablemate."

Zou Ziqian accidentally caught a glimpse of his winning streak record on the screen, and widened his eyes, "Are you so good at playing games?! Don't tell me sooner!"

"How can you play this new game so smoothly? Dad, please take me to fly!"

Yan Ci: "..."

Xia Zhinian: "...?"

Xia Zhinian touched his nose and was stunned for a while, "A new game?"

This game also exists in his original world, not too much difference, but it has been several years, he has played a lot, and the operation can barely be considered... Ah, one of the best!

hey-hey.

Yan Ci turned his head to look at the young man, and when he turned around from the corner of his eye, he suddenly thought of something.

This game has only been released for nearly a month, but he has never seen teenagers play it.

...Unexpectedly, so proficient.

Yan Ci raised his eyebrows slightly, looking over with unclear meaning.

Glancing at Zou Ziqian's app for brushing the questions, he said calmly, "Zou Ziqian, have you finished brushing the questions?"

Zou Ziqian was very sad, "No."

"Then hurry up, training opportunities are rare."

"Woo X﹏X."

Yan Ci turned the boy back, Xia Zhinian obediently twisted back following his strength, and continued the game.

Zou Ziqian's mind was swollen, and when he raised his head, the one on the left was calm and calm, and the one on the right took off happily. Yan Shen thoughtfully reminded him to pay attention to his eyes from time to time.

...Ah, only he, Old Zou, suffered double the pain.

Zou Ziqian hummed and continued to brush up the questions.

After class, the night has completely enveloped the earth, and the street lights in the training base are not very bright, and through the yellowed lampshade, there is a hazy warm light.

The male and female dormitory buildings are quite close to each other, several people in a class go back together, Xia Zhinian walks slowly, half a meter behind, Yan Ci follows him with a good step the whole time, the distance is quite close.

Approaching the dormitory building, Xia Zhinian glanced at him, thinking of what happened when he climbed over the wall during the day, he grabbed the hem of his clothes with his fingertips.

...Yan Ci, worried about him?

So keep an eye on him so hard?

Xia Zhinian lowered his eyes, he didn't know what was going on in his head, he looked a little lost.

Yan Ci glanced at him, didn't speak, just walked beside him steadily, seemingly carelessly.

Entering the dormitory, Xia Zhinian looked up and was stunned, stopped, stepped back and looked at the house number.

501 is fine.

He went in again.

The room is still the same room, the hardware has not changed, but all the software inside has been completely changed. The two iron frames were replaced with normal single beds, covered with soft bedding, and the wobbly and wobbly table in the middle was also replaced with a new one.

Wardrobe, water dispenser, and it was too late to repaint the walls and even put light-colored wallpaper on the walls.

Xia Zhinian looked at the dormitory in a daze, then turned to ask Yan Ci, "You want to live here... permanently?"

Yan Ci shook his head, "Just during the training camp."

"Did you do this during the training camp?"

Xia Zhinian was startled, his eyes looked back and forth at Yan Ci, his tender face was filled with "I didn't expect, I was shocked, Yan Ci was so..."

And so on, very obvious.

Yan Ci smiled softly, "I'm fine, but you were brought here by me, so I can't treat you badly."

Xia Zhinian: "...?"

"I?"

Xia Zhinian tilted his head, his amber eyes sparkled, a little confused.

Yan Ci nodded, nodded and repeated, "Yes, you."

The rice cake dumplings are soft and pampered in vain, so it is natural to hold them well.

"Don't worry, it will be back to normal before we leave."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Xia Zhinian thought to himself what if he managed to slip away today.

He didn't know what to say, pursed his lips, didn't look into Yan Ci's eyes very much, and found a place to sit down, wanting to see the injury on Yan Ci's shoulder.

But Zou Ziqian rushed over and knocked on the door, telling Xia Zhinian to come over, Yan Ci stared at the boy for a while, smiled gently, let him play, and went to take a bath first.

...very rare.

Before, the black sesame glutinous rice **** wanted to lock him in front of him, never leaving him.

Why did you suddenly change **** tonight?

Xia Zhinian looked at him suspiciously, but before he realized he was dragged away by Zou Ziqian.

Yan Ci watched the young man's back leave, the corners of his lips curled up loosely, his fingertips tapped lightly, and his eyes were dark.

Like a beast staring at its prey, it gives the prey a chance to breathe and relax, and then waits for the opportunity to plunder.

As soon as Xia Zhinian entered the next room, the door swished shut, and a strong aroma filled his breath, mixed with a bit of spicy taste.

Xia Zhinian took a deep breath, his eyes lit up, and he quickly fixed on the small bucket on the table.

"Wow who is Zou Ziqian, who is this classmate? His looks are beyond heaven!"

A boy was sitting on the lower bunk, leaning against the head of the bed to write questions. When he saw the appearance of the person at the door, he sat up straight and looked over here.

Xia Zhinian moved his eyes away from the dining table, looked around, and found that Zou Ziqian's house should be full of four people, one person he didn't know, and one person was absent.

Zou Ziqian chuckled, and introduced them to each other. Apart from him and Chu Qingjian, the other two students in this room are from the Foreign Language Experimental Middle School.

Xia Zhinian nodded, looked at Chu Qingjian who was sitting on the upper bunk, thought about it, and said hello.

"Brother Chu."

Chu Qingjian hummed.

Zou Ziqian moved a chair for him, and pushed the instant noodles on the table over, "Come here, let me tell you from my former tablemate, the food in this cafeteria is too bad, the braised pork ribs are hard to grab, and the rest of the food is really bad like It’s deliberate damage to food.”

"Is it so unpalatable?" Xia Zhinian was a little puzzled.

In the afternoon, apart from braised pork ribs, he can eat other dishes as well.

"Extremely unpalatable."

Han Qinsong agreed, "After two days of eating, I felt like throwing up."

Zou Ziqian said with emotion, "Yes, you will know after eating it a few times."

"So instant noodles are a surprise? They smell so good." Xia Zhinian blinked.

He has not eaten.

Zou Ziqian nodded his head heavily, Xia Zhinian's eyes lighted slightly, he took a sip of the rich aroma, thanked him, and quickly lifted the lid of the instant noodles.

The spicy noodles are slightly red inside, and the red oil is floating and attractive, soaking the thin noodles.

The aroma is tangy.

"!!"

It smells so good!

Xia Zhinian moved closer, picked up a ball of noodles with a fork, and slowly ate it into his mouth.

The mellow soup permeates the tip of the tongue, the taste is very thick, and the fragrance keeps stimulating the taste buds.

tasty!

Xia Zhinian's eyes brightened slightly, and he ate a few mouthfuls.

He was also very gentle when eating instant noodles. Grandma was obedient and not in a hurry, but the food was delicious.

There is no one who doesn't like to be recognized by others for what they share.

Zou Ziqian didn't know that he hadn't eaten instant noodles before, but he thought it was just to keep their precarious former tablemate's friendship, and he was so moved that he took out his own treasure on the spot and handed it to him.

A milky white opaque packaging bag with "Super Spicy Stick" written on it in large characters, with a few red peppers painted on the side.

...spicy strips? !

Xia Zhinian was taken aback, deeply impressed by this thing. When he was a child, he watched others eat it, and wanted to try it himself, so he bought a pack, but...

After eating allergies, asthma.

But he has eaten almost everything he couldn't eat before.

Xia Zhinian's eyes sparkled, and he tore open the package with great interest.

Chu Qingjian was sitting on the upper bunk, looking at the young man below who looked delicious in everything he ate, looking at him strangely...

Is Yan Ci not giving food?

So hungry?

When Yan Ci came to pick him up after taking a shower, the instant he opened the door, the strong smell of instant noodles and spicy noodles mixed together.

And his white and soft rice cake dumplings are sitting in the center of the source of taste, playing with the ninth-order Rubik's cube in one hand, and eating spicy sticks in the other.

On the other side, Chu Qingjian clicked her tongue and looked at him with a little condemnation.

Yan Ci: "...?"

Seeing him, Xia Zhinian happened to have the last spicy stick left in his hand, he hesitated for a while, thinking that the black sesame glutinous rice **** had indeed spent a lot of energy on him, so he handed it over to share with him.

"Do you eat?"

The boy's amber eyes were clear and clean. Yan Ci looked at the junk food in his hand, nodded, took it gently, and ate it without changing his expression.

Zou Ziqian was trying to repair the mobile phone charger that accidentally fell into the water, so he turned his head and took a look.

"Shen Yan, don't you never eat these?"

"??"

Xia Zhinian fiddled with the Rubik's Cube hand.

Yan Ci, don't you want to eat these?

that just...

He sat on the stool and looked up at the boy standing behind him and the empty packing bag in the boy's hand.

Yan Ci had just finished taking a shower, his palms were warm, he was stared at by the young man's round almond eyes, his heart was itchy slightly, he touched his head, and the corners of his lips curled up.

"It's okay to eat once in a while."

Xia Zhinian: "??"

…Occasionally? This wouldn't be the only occasional time, would it?

Why eat.

Xia Zhinian pursed her lips, and looked at him with round eyes.

"Wow wow oh my god, why are there so many pretty guys next door!"

Han Qinsong showed a mouthful of white teeth on his wheat-colored face, and smiled excitedly, "Chu Qingjian is also good-looking, and my trip to the training camp is not bad!"

Zou Ziqian groaned, "Brother, what's the matter with you, everyone says just don't talk about me, am I not pretty?!"

The two men pretended to fight, Xia Zhinian's attention was drawn to him, he smiled, feeling that the accommodation was quite fun.

Yan Ci lowered his eyes to see that the young man was slender, with his head lowered, and the back of his porcelain white neck was exposed without any cover, which was particularly eye-catching under the light.

"Xia Zhinian."

Yan Ci tilted his head, his voice clear, "It's time to go back."

The rice cake dumpling nodded unpreparedly, put down the Rubik's cube, greeted him and followed him.

very well behaved.

It's good to be so good all the time.

Yan Ci's eyes were dark, the corners of his lips were curved, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes.

Yan Ci fished the boy away, sent him to the bathroom to take a shower, and after he got out, he sat down on the stool and raised his chin as a signal.

"Pull the clothes down."

Xia Zhinian: "?!"

pull clothes?

Xia Zhinian's eyes widened, and after reacting for a while, he glanced at the ointment beside him and realized what he was doing. He pursed his lips, and his voice was moistened and soft by the warm water.

"Mine is okay, let's take a look at the one on your shoulder first."

He is not in much pain today.

Yan Ci stood in front of him, picked up the ointment, "I rubbed the ointment myself."

Xia Zhinian bit her lip, reached for the medicine in his hand, "I'll just wipe it myself, give it to me—"

The hand in front of her suddenly raised to avoid his movement.

Xia Zhinian raised his eyes, Yan Ci's eyes seemed to be smeared with ink, and his voice was clear, "Hey, don't move."

"..."

Xia Zhinian pursed her mouth and pulled down the collar of her clothes a little.

The young man's shoulders are thin, his collarbone is delicate, and there are two tooth marks embedded in his shoulder sockets, which are slightly red, and they are particularly abrupt on the delicate skin.

The colors are contrasted sharply, making people suddenly have a more turbulent and obscure idea.

...want to completely destroy the boy.

But now Yan Ci didn't have the heart to think about these messy things. He looked down at the two red marks, his eyes darkened, and his voice softened.

"Does it hurt?"

Xia Zhinian drooped his head and shook his head, playing with his fingertips.

He always felt that the relationship between him and Yan Ci was a bit strange.

Yan Ci was worried that he wouldn't be able to sneak out of the training base? It doesn't make sense, but he still seems to be...

He pursed his lips.

The Xia family's concern would make him feel more guilty, but Yan Ci would not.

The black sesame glutinous rice **** have been said bluntly, and if he runs away again, it seems... a little heartless.

"Xia Zhinian."

Suddenly a voice came from nearby, Xia Zhinian regained consciousness, suddenly raised his eyes, his almond eyes were round.

"What's wrong?"

"Who are you going?"

Xia Zhiqing breathed a sigh of relief, and pressed his thoughts back to the bottom of his heart, "It's nothing."

Yan Ci's eyes fell on the two marks on the young man's shoulders, he dipped some ointment on a cotton swab, leaned over slightly, and applied the ointment lightly.

The cotton head feels a little hairy, and the ointment is slightly cold and melted by body temperature, making it a little itchy.

Xia Zhinian subconsciously shrank back a bit, and was caught by the side of the shoulder.

Raising his eyes, he was facing the chest of the boy who was leaning over. Wrapped in his clothes, he was neat and tidy, and a little scent of shower gel permeated his breath.

Further up, there is a slightly protruding Adam's apple and a tight jawline, and the profile of his face is clear and cool.

Top notch looks.

"Hey, don't move."

Yan Ci's voice was very soft, and the milky white ointment faded away, but it still couldn't cover the two marks.

The boy trembled slightly.

Yan Ci lowered his eyes, his heart lightly tutting.

He seldom regretted it, but since meeting rice cake dumplings, this emotion has appeared several times.

Yan Ci sighed softly, stood up, unbuttoned his cuffs, revealed a cold white wrist, and handed it to the young man.

"??"

Xia Zhinian was dumbfounded, his amber eyes were pure, and he looked at him strangely, "What are you doing?"

Yan Ci touched his head with the other hand, and said loosely, "Bite hurts you, let you bite back, bite."

Xia Zhinian: "...?"

He was a little speechless for a moment, paused, blinked and said, "I, haven't I already bitten back."

The corners of Yan Ci's lips curled up, as warm as jade, "That mouth is for you to relieve your anger, this mouth is for revenge, so you're welcome."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

I think you seem to have that serious illness.

He glanced at it, but the boy's eyes were a little... annoyed, and he really wanted him to bite back.

Xia Zhinian curled up her fingertips, said nothing, flattened her rosy lips, got up, randomly chose the bed on the left, ran over, took off her slippers and climbed up.

Yan Ci stood beside him tall and long-legged, reminding him not to rub off the medicine.

Xia Zhinian hummed, seeing that Yan Ci first turned on the night light and moved to the side of the table away from him, then went to the door and turned off the headlight switch.

Looking down, he casually took out the key from his pocket and locked the door.

Put the key back in your pocket.

The whole set of movements is familiar and natural, without any hesitation.

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Fine.

got used to.

Xia Zhinian closed his eyes, pretending he didn't see it.

The boy didn't say anything, and closed his eyes as if out of sight and out of mind. The dim night light shone softly, and his slender eyelashes drooped down, making him look extraordinarily soft.

Good thing he was almost itchy.

The corners of Yan Ci's lips curled up, and he sat back on the bed, dimmed the lights, and finished the last question.

In class the next day, Xia Zhinian was still playing games, the teacher on the podium holding a small megaphone suddenly snorted coldly.

"The gamer by the window, you, stand up!"

The classroom that was whispering and discussing the topic suddenly became quiet. Pairs of melon-eating eyes turned curiously, scanned the audience, and then all locked on the white and tender boy holding the tablet.

Xia Zhinian: "??"

Xia Zhinian's black and white eyes rolled around, and he was dazed for two seconds.

Who is this called?

him?

"boom!"

"Why are you in a daze, it's you! Stand up!"

The desk was slapped heavily, and the old voice was amplified by the loudspeaker with anger, resounding throughout the auditorium.

Xia Zhinian: "?!"

Caught off guard, Xia Zhinian was startled and stood up. The teacher was the one who was named yesterday, with deep wrinkles between his brows, the corners of his mouth turned down, and his voice was full of anger.

"I saw you yesterday, playing games all the time, not attending lectures or doing quizzes the whole time."

The teacher slapped the table again, "This is for training, not for playing games!"

The loudspeaker pen received too much movement and produced a sharp noise. Xia Zhinian hissed a little, and his head went bald.

"Teacher, I'm not a student here for training, I'm just—"

"It's the auditor I brought."

Yan Ci stood up and shook his forearm.

The voice nearby was calm and gentle, not in a hurry, Xia Zhinian glanced over.

"Hmph." The teacher said coldly, "I don't care whether I am an observer or not. When I enter the base, I am my student and come to study. I don't allow my students to be so presumptuous in class."

The teacher looked at the two of them, patted the blackboard, and said in a serious voice, "This question, five minutes, tell me what the answer is, if you are right, I will let you go, if you are wrong, there are 500 training questions today!"

Xia Zhinian: "?!!"

ah? Omg, help.

The training questions here are not counting how many questions are completed, but counting how many questions are done correctly.

Xia Zhinian's heart tightened, his eyes widened, he looked at the blackboard, rubbing his left thumb against his index finger joint.

This is the intensive training base for strengthening and deepening. The question on the blackboard is difficult, but it’s okay.

But...Damn, the original master is a scumbag, so I can't do it.

Even if you don't use the human design, it's strange to suddenly change so quickly.

Xia Zhinian swallowed hard, her lips clenched tightly, and her fingertips clasped the edge of the table.

Yan Ci turned his head and looked at him. Just as he was about to say something, the teacher's sharp eyes flashed, "The one on the side is number one in the city! If you want to tell him the answer, add another five hundred questions!"

Yan Ci: "..."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Woo, what a cruel heart.

Xia Zhinian's eyes were round, his heart was tight, and he hesitated more and more about how to solve it.

...Mainly because the answer to this question is relatively complicated, and it cannot be matched by a random compilation.

what to do.

His lips turned pale, Yan Ci turned his head, tall and leggy, dignified and elegant, smiled, and said in a normal voice: "It's okay, just say whatever you want."

He smiled casually, "I will write the penalty questions."

"...?"

Xia Zhinian froze for a moment.

"…you write?"

He turned his head sideways, looked at the smiling face of the boy nearby, and pursed his lips, "Five hundred ways."

Yan Ci didn't take it seriously, his brows and eyes were raised, and he said gently: "I brought you here, of course I'm responsible."

Xia Zhinian's mind was empty for half a second.

But if you think about it carefully, it's... not a problem, but five hundred is really too much.

The teacher asked in front, "Have you made it?"

Xia Zhi was old, touched his ears, he couldn't say a word from the bottom of his heart, after thinking about it, he hesitated: "...Twenty?"

"It's twenty times the square root of three!"

"Think about it and lose the square root number!"

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Yan Ci looked at Xia Zhinian, suddenly raised the end of his eyebrows, looked at him meaningfully, and tapped his fingertips on the table.

Half and half.

What luck?

When Xia Zhinian was watched by him, his heart skipped a beat, he was a little hairy, his eyes were round, and he barely moved into the distance.

broken.

What are the plans for the black sesame glutinous rice balls?

Yan Ci noticed that he was visibly cautious, and smiled at him gently, without saying anything.

The answer was wrong, but luckily the teacher wasn't so unkind. After asking him the name of his school, he changed the homework to 300 questions.

... three hundred.

The base students only spend 150 to 200 daily questions.

Xia Zhinian sighed, and ran straight to Zou Ziqian's dormitory next door to eat spicy noodles.

If he finished writing the three hundred big questions, the scumbag would turn over overnight, and the Xia family would find out the clues tomorrow, so he simply put it down.

But after going back to take a shower and taking the medicine, seeing Yan Ci picking up his phone again, he realized that Yan Ci was using his student number to check his questions.

The number shows more than half.

It was going to be twelve o'clock soon, the boy was sitting at the table, his back straight and gentle, Xia Zhinian paused, and looked over with almond eyes.

"Yan Ci."

In the dead of night, the boy's voice was soft and soft, "Stop scrolling, I'll listen in, and nothing will happen if you don't."

Yan Ci clicked on the screen to fill in the answer, with a casual tone, "This training base is equipped with extra points for the college entrance examination competition. Maybe it can be used. I will finish it."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Xia Zhinian twitched the corners of his mouth, looked away, and said casually, "No, it's completely useless."

He can't stay here until the college entrance examination.

The boy's tone was casual, with an indescribable certainty, and he didn't care.

...a little, too sure.

Under the light, an inexplicable unexpected thought came to Yan Ci's heart, and he stopped slowly, his black eyes bottomless.

"Hey Yan Ci?!"

His wrist was suddenly grabbed, and there was a strong force, Xia Zhinian tilted his body, and sat on Yanci's bed.

Yan Ci turned sideways, looked at him for a moment, with a cool smile on his face, and asked him softly.

"My dear boy, you are so sure."

"Why can't it be used?"

"!!"

Damn, the black sesame glutinous rice **** are really too sharp.

Looking directly at him with dark eyes, Xia Zhinian remembered the frightening scene of Yan Ci's anger before, his heart thumped twice, his eyes widened, and he tried to stabilize his voice.

"I'm too bad at studying, and the competition is not linked to me."

"Oh, yes."

Yan Ci's eyes were dark, and he stared at the young man deeply.

For a moment, the corners of the lips slowly curled up, and the voice was soft.

"Xia Zhinian, there's nothing else to worry me about."

He smiled softly, and said softly: "If you lie to me, dear boy, I will be angry."

"!!"

Xia Zhinian's back was numb from his laughter, and his heart tightened. Thinking of the reason why Yan Ci followed him, he smiled sarcastically, looked away, feeling a little guilty.

In the middle of the night, Xia Zhinian probably ate too much spicy noodles at night, heavy oil and heavy salt, half awake and thirsty, tried to open his eyes, got up and got out of bed to drink water.

It was pitch black outside, and Yan Ci had already fallen asleep, and there was only a dim night light in the room, and the light was dim.

Xia Zhinian's throat was dry, and after drinking the water in the cup, he still felt unsatisfied, so he got up and went to the water dispenser to get another cup, and drank it down his stomach.

"... Xia Zhinian."

Suddenly, a voice suddenly sounded from behind, low and hoarse, with a sense of coolness.

"Where are you going?"

Yan Ci was a light sleeper, heard some movement, opened his eyes, and saw a shadowy figure not far away, a young man standing by the door, leaning over to the door lock.

He reached out to touch his pocket, the tentacles were flat and empty, he suddenly woke up, and the color of his eyes darkened.

…key.

"??"

Where did he go?

Xia Zhinian was very sleepy, not quite sober, turned around and saw Yan Ci had stood up, watching him closely from a little distance away.

"...?"

He can't fly out of thin air anymore, why is he looking so strict?

Xia Zhinian was a little dizzy, caught a glimpse of him touching his pocket, yawned, turned his head a little slowly, and turned to look at the dormitory door next to the water dispenser.

When he came back from the next door late today, Yan Ci was brushing up questions and forgot to lock the door.

The key is in the keyhole.

The movement of his turning back made room for him, Yan Ci's eyes fell to that side, and his eyes darkened when he saw the key inserted in the door.

The boy's face became colder and colder. He just woke up and didn't have the usual gentle smile. He just looked at him without blinking.

Xia Zhinian felt relieved inexplicably, and sighed lightly.

"...Yan Ci."

…never mind.

He pursed his lips, not knowing what to say, put down the cup and turned around, touched the key with his fingertips, twisted it counterclockwise a few times, locked the door, pulled out the key, rubbed his eyes and walked back.

There is a slight gap between the two beds.

The soft hair on the top of the boy's head was hanging casually, a little messy, his almond eyes were half-opened, and the amber eyes were glistening. He put the key on the table beside Yan Ci, and hummed.

"for you."

Then he closed his eyes and nestled back on the bed in a daze.

Yan Ci: "...?"

Yan Ci woke up from the haze, and only now remembered that he forgot to lock the door.

He looked at the water dispenser and cups by the door, and then looked back at the keys on the table, staring blankly for a moment.

...The door was locked by the rice cake dumpling just now.

Then the key was delivered to him.

hand delivered.

personally to him.

Yan Ci paused slightly, looking at the young man curled up into a small ball on the other bed, his heart filled with indescribable joy, and he slowly bent his lips.

Xia Zhinian closed his eyes and lay back down. He wanted to continue to sleep, but his head didn't stop working.

Yan Ci always followed him, or he was forced to follow Yan Ci, never leaving him, and locked the door even if he had nothing to do.

He had a headache before, was very annoying, and wanted to hide, but Yan Ci ran over and kicked a straight ball and pulled him back.

He is used to locking the door, and not resisting does not mean he accepts this behavior.

But he just locked the door himself and sent the key to...

It seems to have more meaning.

It was as if he acquiesced in this behavior and took the initiative to hand over the control to Yan Ci.

...This, this is not acceptable!

Xia Zhinian woke up instantly, his eyes rounded, he sat up for a while, and stretched his arms to touch the key over there.

The palm of my hand fell, but what I touched was not a cold hard metal piece, but a warm touch.

With well-defined bones, slender and thin, she was held in his palm.

- Is this Yan Ci's hand?

Xia Zhinian was startled, and suddenly met a pair of smiling and pleasant eyes, and then looked down, the position of the key was caught by Yan Ci, and he was covering the back of Yan Ci's hand.

The handsome and gentle boy curled his lips, and asked him in a slow voice with a clear, low-pitched tone.

"Baby, what is this for?"

"Well, I, I..."

The young man groaned, his head was a little dazed, he didn't know what to say, he blinked, and he just went straight to it.

He leaned forward and stretched out his other hand, pulling Yan Ci's fingers across the table, trying to take out the key.

However, Yan Ci covered himself up tightly, and looked at the young man casually, with a clear and shallow smile, gentle and serious like jade.

"Student Xia, it's late at night, what are you doing touching my hand?"