Teacher, he wants to do problems on the blackboard

Ying Ke's home is not as big as Cheng Jibei imagined. There is neither a 150-square-meter bed nor a diamond-encrusted crystal chandelier. An ordinary apartment makes his tension disappear instantly. few.

"Let me tidy up the pantry first, and bring your Coke here for you." Changing shoes at the entrance, Ying Ke carried the shopping bag and walked to the kitchen, telling Cheng Jibei to take care of himself, "The remote control of the TV in the living room On the coffee table, the WIFI password is ykabjc1227."

Seeing that he couldn't help much, Cheng Jibei walked into the living room very consciously, wondering what kind of big secret was behind the WIFI password while walking.

——yk should mean Ying Ke, 1227 is his birthday, what the hell is this abjc?Am I uglier?Love Kickboxing?Boil Beijing cuisine?Cheng Jibei, who barely passed the pinyin level, thought about several possible phrases, but always felt that none of them matched the shining male theologian in his heart.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, Cheng Jibei turned on the TV and tuned a few channels at random. It was either a variety show where the male and female hosts laughed awkwardly at each other, or an idol drama where the male and female protagonists acted awkwardly at each other. He had to randomly tune to the sports channel to cheer the audience up. When the background sound, while continuing to play mobile phone.

Turning on the phone, he saw Wutong's missed call from Xie Zhili, and then Cheng Jibei remembered that he followed Ying Ke home in a daze, and he didn't report to his roommate, so he quickly dialed the phone back.

After one ring, the other party quickly answered the phone: "Hey, you have money, are you still buying Coke?"

"Cough, I'm done shopping," Cheng Jibei cleared his throat, and scratched his hair unnaturally, "After shopping, the boss said it was too late, so he asked me to stay at his house for a night, and I won't come back tonight gone."

Xie Zhili, who had just opened the door to the new world, understood in seconds: "Okay, I understand. I hope you have a good time and remember to be safe." After speaking in one breath, he hung up the phone very quickly.

"Hey...!" Cheng Jibei wanted to say something more, but only had time to hear a busy tone from the phone.

When Ying Ke walked back to the living room with the Coke that Cheng Jibei Xiao had been thinking about for a long time, what he saw was Cheng Jibei's tangled expression on the phone.

"What's the matter?" Ying Ke waved the Coke in front of Cheng Jibei's eyes to signal him to come back to his senses, "The Coke you want."

Cheng Jibei thanked him and took the Coke, unscrewed the bottle cap hard and took a sip, the feeling of the carbonated drink exploding in his mouth made him feel extremely happy: "I forgot to report to Xie Zhili, I just finished calling him .”

"It seems that Xie Zhili really cares about you." Ying Ke glanced at the players from both sides who were fighting fiercely on TV, then turned and walked towards the guest room, "I'll clean up the room again, there are still chicken feet and beer in the refrigerator, what do you want?" Take it yourself if you eat."

How can you watch a football game without ordering some good food and wine.Cheng Jibei immediately went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to get beer and chicken feet, happily sat on the sofa and cheered for the athletes while eating.

Pull the tab, drink, eat a bite of chicken feet, take another sip of wine, occasionally mix a little coke, and take another sip of wine... Accompanied by the loud cheers on TV, Cheng Jibei felt tired from sitting stiff for the past few hours Being swept away, life is simply full of anticipation.

As a result, by the time Ying Ke finished cleaning the guest room and came out, Cheng Jibei had already drunk a little bit, and the little nervous who had been quite serious in front of his senior was now lying on the sofa without any image, raising his arms and shouting for the players on both sides come on.There were a few empty soda cans lying around under the sofa, and someone thought that there was still more than half of the bottle of Coke left after a night.

The corners of Ying Ke's mouth couldn't help but twitched, and he walked slowly towards the living room, bent down to pick up the cans that were rolling away, and quietly turned up the temperature of the air conditioner by a few degrees before leaving Go back to the kitchen and continue to organize the pantry.

When Ying Ke walked out of the kitchen again, the first half of the football match on TV happened to be over, and the screen was cut back to the director’s room. The passionate commentator was analyzing the current situation on the field with the female anchor. An insincere sentence of "Wow, you are so good".

Cheng Jibei, who drank six bottles of beer, looked a little dazed. He looked at the TV screen with blurred eyes, heard the sound of footsteps, turned his eyes slightly, and met Ying Ke's gentle eyebrows.

"Boss, you're all right." Cheng Jibei grinned at him involuntarily.

Ying Ke walked up to Cheng Jibei's side, and put the can of beer on Cheng Jibei's face far away: "I still recognize who I am, it seems that I'm not completely drunk yet."

"Who said I was drunk?!" Cheng Jibei leaned forward, wanting to push back the can of beer, "I can still recite the three principles of freight selection." He said without waiting for Ying Ke to check the process. Recited from the mouth: "There is not much urgent demand for valuables, and the best choice is air; fresh goods that are perishable and perishable, can be delivered by road for short distances; long-distance and large quantities, uh, large quantities... the audience below come together!"

Ying Ke lowered Ying Ke's hand raised forward, and continued calmly: "Long-distance and large in number, there are special trains on the railway."

"Yes! There are special trains on the railway!" Cheng Jibei snapped his fingers, "I'm going to talk about regional geography soon after the lecture on landform structure. I have to review this again."

"Hey, it sounds like there will be a live broadcast tonight?" Cheng Jibei, who was in a daze, completely forgot the sincere exchange with fans on Weibo a few hours ago, and struggled to get up from the sofa. , ready to find my own live broadcast device to start class, "It's almost 08:30, right? My daily question for tomorrow hasn't come out yet."

I was really drunk and didn't forget my live broadcasting career.Ying Ke watched Cheng Jibei scurrying around in the living room like a headless fly, and after searching for a long time, he couldn't find the whiteboard that was said to be "hidden under the table by me", and finally said helplessly: "You are here today. Because of the concert, I have already asked for leave with fans."

"Eh? Is that so?" Cheng Jibei recalled the movements of the previous few hours in a daze, and asked uncertainly, "Did I really go to the concert tonight?"

This time Ying Ke actually laughed, looking at the ungrateful student with a bad temper, he suddenly fell into deep thought, moved his hands to turn off the TV, turned around and took a CD of classical music from the record rack and put it in Cheng Jibei's reprimand a few days ago In the record player bought with huge sums of money.

"Then make it up now."

The record rotated slowly, the soothing music sounded out, Cheng Jibei's drink became stronger, and the heating in the room was fully turned on, he walked from a contemplative state to a drowsy state, Feeling a hundred lambs dancing in his mind, he couldn't help but murmured: "I heard the concert... I also sang and danced..." As he spoke, he felt a pair of hands climb up his waist, When he came back to his senses, he realized that Ying Ke had walked in front of him at some point.

"To be a teacher, you have to do what you say..." Ying Ke wrapped his arms around Cheng Jibei's waist, leaned down and whispered in his ear, "I don't remember you dancing tonight."

Cheng Jibei unconsciously moved along with the rhythm: "Nonsense, I'm dancing right now."

Ying Ke laughed a few times in a low voice, and when he spoke, the hot air sprayed on Cheng Jibei's neck, causing Cheng Jibei to shrink back involuntarily: "Can this be considered dancing?" Touching Cheng Jibei's shoulder, he took a step forward with his left hand around his waist, and Cheng Jibei took a step back, just stepping on the rhythm point.

"Ballroom dancing originated from the court dance in the eleventh century," Ying Ke led Cheng Jibei, stepping slowly back and forth, left and right according to the rhythm. Just back off."

The moonlight shines on the floor of the living room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and it becomes softer with the soothing music.The room became very quiet, except for the background of classical music, only Ying Ke's deep voice was explaining various things about ballroom dancing.

The senior in front of him is beautiful and moving, and the music in his ear is hypnotic enough.For a moment, Cheng Jibei couldn't tell whether he was in a dream or awake, so he could only move forward and back following Ying Ke's rhythm in a daze.

"...Look, the basic steps are so simple, you just need to follow my rhythm and do it slowly..."

Cheng Jibei lowered his head and paid attention to the movements of his feet. After watching for a long time, the repetitive movements were even more hypnotic than the music.Forward, backward, forward, backward... He couldn't help closing his eyelids, and fell headlong into Ying Ke's arms.

It seems that the opponent is a little weaker than expected.Ying Ke raised his eyebrows and looked at Cheng Jibei who was already snoring in his arms, picked him up by the waist effortlessly, and put him directly on the big bed in the master bedroom.

As soon as Cheng Jibei got on the bed, he automatically rolled into the quilt, wrapped the whole quilt around his body, and even consciously tucked the corners of the quilt for himself.

Ying Ke watched him complete the whole set of movements smoothly in an unconscious state, bent the corner of his mouth, turned off the ceiling light he just touched when he raised his hand, and closed the door of the master bedroom for him.

"I've accepted this birthday present." Ying Ke knocked on the doorknob, turned around and walked to the guest room in a good mood.

A good night's dream.

Cheng Jibei was awakened by the noise of elementary school students going out downstairs. He turned over and looked at the window——the sun shone into the window sill through the gap of the blackout curtains that were not drawn tightly, giving people an illusion of vitality .

Junior brother Cheng, who hadn't realized where he was, rubbed his pillow nostalgicly, and rolled comfortably on the bed, only then did he realize that the wooden bed in the dormitory simply didn't have the ability for him to wander around.

The memory of last night came back to his brain little by little as he became sober. He remembered that he and Ying Ke went to the concert, and met Xie Zhili and his mysterious man Su Da at the entrance of the concert hall, and listened to the music After the meeting, he went home with Ying Ke to buy a bottle of Coke, watched the game, ate chicken feet and sang... After that, he only vaguely remembered some fragments.

For example, I recited the three principles of freight selection to Ying Ke, or I walked around the living room to find the whiteboard that I hid under the table in the bedroom.

"My God——" Cheng Jibei couldn't help but groan, he couldn't believe that he was so drunk that he almost had to perform a live broadcast in front of his seniors.

And when he did some psychological training for himself and walked out of the bedroom door, he realized that he had actually occupied the magpie's nest last night and went to the master bedroom to sleep for a night with peace of mind.

Now in the eyes of the boss, I must be a wild nightclub little prince with poor wine quality, right?Cheng Jibei covered his face in despair, hoping that Ying Ke would suddenly lose his memory and forget everything that happened last night.

The author has something to say:

Better to dance!Dancing is worse than falling in love!