After the protagonist hates me because of love, I wear it back

Not to mention the decoration, even its area has become huge, at least three times its original size.

What appeared in front of Zuo Sihuai was a relatively large living room, and the kitchen and dining room separated by a transparent sliding door on the left, and there were several other doors. Zuo Sihuai didn't know what was inside before entering.

The whole color system of the living room is gray and white. Although Zuo Sihuai doesn't understand it well, he can feel at a glance that the decoration here is no worse than that of Su's house.

Fu Mingxiu knew what Zuo Sihuai was going to ask, so he answered first: "The layout here is not for others to pretend, it can't be pretended like this in a day."

Zuo Sihuai pursed his lips. Even though he knew that the man had unpredictable abilities, he was still a little surprised to hear that he could widen the space.

"How did you pretend?" Zuo Sihuai asked.

"I moved my residence here." Fu Mingxiu said, "If you don't like it, you can change the style."

After he finished speaking, with a light wave of his hand, the modern living room full of simple and luxurious style disappeared, and what appeared in front of him was an antique hall.

"This is my residence in another world." Fu Mingxiu thought for a while, and then changed back, "It's not convenient to use this ancient world, it's better to use the old one."

The room returned to its original appearance.

"Let's stop standing at the door, go in and sit down first." Fu Mingxiu pulled Zuo Sihuai to the sofa and sat down.

"Is there anything you want to eat? I'll get it for you...Huh? Why don't you speak?" He looked down at Zuo Sihuai, and found that the boy was in a daze.

Zuo Sihuai looked at the screen embedded in the wall in front of him, and was pulled back to his senses by Fu Mingxiu.

"I'm just...so happy." Zuo Sihuai said while clutching the corner of Fu Mingxiu's clothes.

He didn't expect that the man would come to him so soon, let alone that the man came directly to his school and became his teacher for him.

It's for him... It shouldn't be because of his self-indulgence.

The tips of Zuo Sihuai's ears were reddish.

"Stupid not stupid." Fu Mingxiu laughed, "I feel that you probably didn't eat much breakfast. I cooked some millet porridge for you before, and it's already cooked."

Zuo Sihuai really didn't eat much breakfast, he used to go to the kitchen to get some leftovers for breakfast, but he got up a bit late today, so naturally he didn't have anything to eat.And he was not in the mood to eat.

As soon as Fu Mingxiu got up, Zuo Sihuai grabbed him.

Fu Mingxiu turned his head and saw the awkward child pursing his lips, and it took him a long time before he spoke: "...Why are you so nice to me?"

Fu Mingxiu was taken aback for a moment, then asked with a smile, "What do you think?"

Zuo Sihuai shook his head: "...I don't know."

Since last night, he has discovered that there is a supernatural domain in this world beyond his cognition, and even the world he knows is not the only one, but just an inconspicuous one among countless worlds.

Although he doesn't know anything about that field, the man is obviously not weak in that field.

He must be very strong, as can be seen from the attitude of those elves and demons yesterday, even without these, the man just needs to stand there casually and glance at others indifferently to show his difference.

Mysterious, powerful, unpredictable.

Even if it is a man who is powerful in countless worlds, why is he so kind to him suddenly?

I am just an extremely down-and-out person even among ordinary people.

There is neither profit nor harm.

But would a person like him really waste his mind and energy just because he showed kindness for a while?

The little boy wrote everything on his face, and Fu Mingxiu knew what he was thinking at a glance.

"You also know that I don't need to harm you, and I have nothing to gain from you." Fu Mingxiu said.

"..."

Zuo Sihuai didn't speak.

"Don't think so much." Fu Mingxiu rubbed the boy's hair, "You didn't say it yourself, I can't help you, and leave you here again, it will only make you more sad."

"So I want to make you happy." He rolled his eyes, "Don't think too much about us people, especially me—to put it bluntly, I am a homeless vagrant. I can do it every day. The only thing I can do is to wander around, and it will be really boring after a long time."

"...Then why me?" The young man didn't want to get to the bottom of this, for fear of causing the man's displeasure, but he endured it and couldn't help asking.

The man was taken aback, but did not answer immediately.

Zuo Sihuai's heart sank a little, he was afraid that the man would think he was too annoying.

But the man seemed to be just organizing his words, he thought for a while and said, "Maybe it's because there was a fight around you."

"???"

After getting the answer, Zuo Sihuai was rather confused.

"You'll know when the time comes." After Fu Mingxiu finished speaking, he ignored the bewildered young man, turned and walked to the kitchen.

After a while, the man came out with a bowl of porridge, and his pace became a little hesitant.

"What's wrong?" Zuo Sihuai asked him.

"Uh..." The man put the millet porridge on the coffee table, frowned and said, "I don't seem to be cooking it right."

Zuo Sihuai went over to take a look, and found that the millet porridge had become mushy and had a strange smell.

"It should be okay." Zuo Sihuai comforted him, ready to pick it up and eat.

"Wait!" Fu Mingxiu stopped him, "Let me try first."

As he spoke, he scooped it up and took a sip, his expression suddenly became indescribable: "..."

"...was my craft so bad before?" He scratched his head, doubting his life.

"It looks good to me." Zuo Sihuai continued to cheer, but still wanted to pick it up and eat.

Fu Mingxiu took it away directly: "No, what if you eat badly?"

"I'll go and steam some custard buns for you to eat. That one has no technical content, and it will be ready in a while. You should go to class first." Fu Mingxiu said.

According to Fu Mingxiu's skill of cooking millet porridge, Zuo Sihuai was really worried about letting him cook custard buns: "The next class is physics class, I don't mind if I go to the teacher later."

Not all teachers hate Zuo Sihuai, on the contrary, he is a good student with exceptional talent and is welcomed by many serious teachers.

However, the teacher's rights are limited, and he can't help him much in school.And in school, teachers may not necessarily stand on the commanding heights.Those lawless students often have no respect when they meet teachers they don't like, making the teacher down.

Many female teachers were angry and cried by them.

"On the first day I came here, you even learned to skip classes." Fu Mingxiu said helplessly.

But he also knew that with Zuo Sihuai's grades, a physics class wouldn't teach him anything, so it didn't matter.

He is not a real teacher, and he doesn't take the rules so rigidly.

There is no steamer in the kitchen. According to experience, Fu Mingxiu poured some water into the pot, put the steaming sheet on it, took out the custard buns from the refrigerator, and put them on the steaming sheet one by one.

Super simple steamed buns!He didn't believe that he could screw up like this!

Standing by the side, Zuo Sihuai always felt that something was wrong, but seeing Fu Mingxiu's confident appearance, he still didn't have the heart to intervene.

The water boiled, and the sound seemed a little abnormal.

"Do you feel... the voice is a bit loud?" Zuo Sihuai asked tentatively.

"The water is boiling, it's normal." Fu Mingxiu looked confident.

Zuo Sihuai still couldn't hold back, and stepped forward to lift the lid off the pot.

I saw that the pot was full of blisters, and several custard buns were completely submerged in the boiling water.

Zuo Sihuai: "..."

Fu Mingxiu took a glance: "..."

"...too much water." Zuo Sihuai said calmly, "It hasn't been burning for a long time, so it's still too late to pour it out now."

Fu Mingxiu put water just under the steaming sheet before, so that when the water boiled, it would directly spread to the custard buns on the steaming sheet.

Once the custard bun is soaked in water, the effect of steaming can be described as horrible.

After he poured some water, he put it on and boiled it. At this time, the sound of the pot was normal.

Fu Mingxiu touched his nose in embarrassment, he felt that he should not bother himself.

He looked at Zuo Sihuai and thought, I hope this little guy can be as proficient in cooking as the previous brothers.

Fu Mingxiu, who felt that he had been slapped in the face, felt rather embarrassed. While the custard buns were still cooking, he picked up a topic: "Those students in your class seem to ... exclude you?"

Zuo Sihuai remained silent.

He didn't know how to answer, it was a fact that those people were ostracizing him, but telling Fu Mingxiu at this time seemed a bit like suing him.

"You little brat, you're really awkward." Fu Mingxiu said helplessly.

"It's okay, I'll protect you from now on, and I won't let them bully you. It's up to you to deal with their usual cold violence against you, but if they still make trouble for you, you can come to me directly to complain." He patted his chest and took care of everything.

Like those people mocking Zuo Sihuai in class, Fu Mingxiu can control it once or twice, but he can't control everything. After all, he doesn't teach all the classes, so he can't keep staring at Zuo Sihuai.But if those people blatantly trouble Zuo Sihuai, such as fighting like before, Fu Mingxiu can still manage as much as he has.

Hearing this, Zuo Sihuai lowered his head, not knowing why his eyes felt a little hot.

For the first time in his life, someone told him "If someone troubles you, just come to me and complain."

This kind of rogue-sounding words touched the deepest part of his heart deeply.

No one can rely on him, except himself.

It took Zuo Sihuai 16 years to fully understand this truth.

He also cried when he was very young, when he was hungry, when he was cold, when he was bullied, but gradually he stopped crying.

Because he understands that no one cares about him, so no one will pity him because of his tears.

Crying is useless, it will consume energy and starve.

Other children use crying to get their parents' attention, but Zuo Sihuai's crying will only be annoying, so he won't cry anymore, even if he can't help it, he just shed tears silently.

Zuo Sihuai had expressed hope to many people, his "parents", the servants and nanny of the Zuo family... But in the end, there were always facts that made him understand that in this world, there was no one he could rely on.

In the deepest part of his heart, he is actually very envious of the kind of children who can go home and sue if they are bullied at school, even if their parents can't help.But at least, they know that their parents are their haven, and they have a shelter from wind and rain.

But Zuo Sihuai didn't.

When he went to talk to the class teacher last year, he was completely disappointed in the outside world by the head teacher's perfunctory and perfunctory.

But he never thought that one day, someone would tell him, "If they still trouble you, you can come to me directly to complain"...

Zuo Sihuai lowered his head, endured and endured, before forcing back the heat in his eyes.

He didn't want to cry in front of men all the time.

The custard buns were steamed soon, Fu Mingxiu put them on the plate, and heated another cup of milk for Zuo Sihuai.

The heat of the milk surged down the esophagus into the stomach, and seemed to be ironed into the heart.