Teacher, he wants to do problems on the blackboard

Whether it is Ying Ke or Ying Que, I am your Mr. Ying.

As soon as this sentence came out, Cheng Jibei's brain went blank for a few seconds, and soon he was shocked and speechless, and could only barely utter a few incoherent syllables to express the turbulent barrage in his heart: " You, you, you... me, me, me... ah..."

Ying Ke seemed determined to carry the self-explosion to the end, fiddled with the phone and handed it to Cheng Jibei: "Since we are together, I don't want to hide anything from you." Cheng Jibei subconsciously looked down at Ying Ke. On the screen of Ke's mobile phone, his understanding sentence last night, "It's okay, it's the right way to go home early to spend time with the family" came into view.

The original content of the warm and touching dialogue, now it seems that one is planned for a long time, and the other is inadvertently shaking off his old background.Thinking back to how many times I proudly talked to Ying Que about "my senior sister..." "my favorite senior sister..." "Me and her...", Cheng Jibei really wanted to go back to the past and write fast typing. strangle himself.

"Let's go back first." Seeing Cheng Jibei's reaction with a little shyness in despair, Ying Ke made a decision aloud, "I'll drive you home and help you pick up the donkey-hide gelatin."

Cheng Jibei's brain that stopped working slowly started to continue to function after the car drove a few streets. He recalled the countless confrontations with the Yingjia Office, and the countless times he stood up without saying anything after getting familiar with him. flag.

What kind of sleepy person, what kind of senior sister do you like, the ghost knows that the distance between the person and yourself is only 5 cm when chatting, and your smirking expression must have been firmly remembered by Ying Ke.Probably because there were too many storms and waves today, Cheng Jibei's acceptance of the fact that Ke was the Secretary of Ying Que was surprisingly high.

"Boss..." Seeing that the expression on Ying Ke's face remained unchanged and he was still driving steadily, Cheng Jibei couldn't help but said, "When did you know I was doing a live broadcast?"

Cheng Jibei felt a little surprised by Ying Ke's answer: "At the end of November last year." Ying Ke thought for a while and added: "The first time I watched your live broadcast, you asked me to do the questions on the blackboard. It's still pretty novel."

Probably only a little academic prince like Ying Ke would say something that academic scumbags don't like to hear when they are suddenly called to do a question.

The sensation caused by Ying Que’s first visit to the live broadcast room was not small. Cheng Jibei still remembers it so far, not only because he smashed 100 crowns as soon as he entered the live broadcast room, but also because of his pioneering sentence in the answer session that day. To understand the new genre of questions, "Du Fu's "To Li Bai" should have been learned, right? Anyone who understands the writing background knows that they meet in summer."

Obviously, I have learned more solidly in geography textbooks than myself, why do I like to come up with such weird and weird problem-solving ideas, but once I know that this idea and routine are said by people around me, Cheng Jibei felt gnashed at first. Not answering the question well unexpectedly became... a little cute.Cheng Jibei felt ashamed for his change of thought that he had no position.

"...So how did you know that I was an anchor, did Xie Zhili tell you?"

"I happened to be in the office next door when you helped He Fang and the others to record their experiments that afternoon."

"I haven't been to the office next door." Cheng Jibei was taken aback for a moment, and quickly denied that he slipped away from work.

Ying Ke smiled, and glanced at Cheng Jibei's mobile phone on the table: "When you went out, you were talking with someone else, and you just talked about the live broadcast tonight. Your nickname for the live broadcast...isn't too difficult Find it." The last sentence was very euphemistic.

Honest and honest as Cheng Jibei, when he first declared the information, he thought of "the live broadcast room of the burial love mad flower" and "the live broadcast room of Floating Cloud Cthulhu" in his mind, but three consecutive "the nickname has been taken" made him His inspiration dried up in an instant, and in a fit of anger, he simply typed "Teacher Jibei". Unexpectedly, the system simply congratulated him this time for passing the application.Later, he gradually made some famous names. In order not to let the audience find his live broadcast room, Cheng Jibei had no choice but to confirm it by default and not change it.

So Ying Ke was very interested in himself at that time, so that he heard his voice behind the door and immediately went to the Internet to search for information about his live broadcast, right?Cheng Jibei chuckled: "Boss, did you have a crush on me at that time?"

"Not at that time," Ying Ke replied without thinking, "It was earlier than that."

Earlier than that?Cheng Jibei recalled in horror all the interactions the two had had in the past six months, and never thought that Ying Ke, who hardly appeared in front of his eyes in September and October, would accidentally notice his unknown little transparency.

Cheng Jibei took a deep breath: "Boss, you didn't fall in love with me at first sight when you met at the beginning of September, right?"

"Are you sure we first met in September this year?" Ying Ke's voice was a little seductive.

Damn, Ying Ke still remembers the embarrassing first meeting in the basement a few years ago, right?Cheng Jibei was so frightened that he added a mute buff to himself, for fear that his next sentence would attract Ying Ke to reminisce about the old "Senior Ying Ke, are you good or bad~".

Ying Ke didn't hear Cheng Jibei's answer, and it took a few minutes for Ying Ke to say slowly: "It was a surprise. Xiaobei's dance back then was really impressive."

Sure enough, it was the pot of that dance!Thinking that his first impression in Cheng Jibei's heart was not very good, he boasted: "I didn't expect you to fall in love with me four years ago."

Ying Ke smiled again, and the breath made Cheng Jibei lose control and shook off the phone: "To be precise, it was that meeting that let me know what kind of person I should like."

Yes, as stable as it should be, full marks for love words.Cheng Jibei was proud of being favored: "What kind of person is it?"

"Be what you are, be what you should be."

Hearing the good words, Cheng Jibei smiled contentedly, and generously invited: "Boss, come to my house for dinner tonight, my mother's sauced pig's trotters are delicious."

"Take me to see my aunt so soon?" The steering wheel turned and turned to a fork in the road.

Cheng Jibei didn't think too deeply about Ying Ke, and quickly emphasized: "It's just a casual meal, I didn't think...my mother would be so shocked right away."

"Okay." Ying Ke replied without hesitation.

Cheng Jibei was choked by Ying Ke's resolute decision, and it was not until the car reached the next curve that he called Ms. Cheng Ping as if awakened from a dream, and told her about the legendary top ten outstanding figures in City B. One of the youths is coming to the house to have a meal together.

Ms. Cheng Ping, who had seen strong winds and waves, said "Oh" calmly, and immediately hung up the phone.Before hanging up the phone, Cheng Jibei heard "Three cakes!"

"Did you finish the call so soon?" Seeing Cheng Jibei holding the phone in a daze, Ying Ke interrupted his daze.

Cheng Jibei put down his phone with a wry smile and said to Ke: "My mother is going to play mahjong. Cough, when she was playing mahjong, she didn't recognize her relatives...so maybe she didn't hear what I just said clearly."

"Auntie is a very focused person." Ying Ke commented.

"No, this is not a good thing," Cheng Jibei tried to make Ying Ke get lost, "If my mother concentrates on playing mahjong, it means that we probably won't be able to eat anything tonight."

When the car stopped at a red light, Ying Ke reached out and took a pack of chocolate beans from the car locker and put it in Cheng Jibei's hands: "Are you hungry? Eat some of this pad first, there is still in the locker, if you don't have enough, take it yourself."

"...I mean we probably won't be able to eat tonight."

Ying Ke pointed to the supermarket in front of him: "What do you want to eat? You are allowed to order three dishes."

Almost forgot that Ying Ke was still a good cook, Cheng Jibei unwrapped the package and threw a grain into his mouth, after thinking about it, he took another grain to Ying Ke's mouth and watched him eat it.

Smash it on your mouth, um, it's sweet.

So when Ms. Cheng Ping stepped into her community contentedly at night, she vaguely remembered what her son called her a few hours ago and said something.

But since the son didn't call again, it means it's not a big deal.Cheng Ping opened the door and smelled the aroma of rice.

"Why did my son remember to buy fast food today..." Before she could say "Come here", Cheng Ping met Ying Ke who was carrying the food at the corner, and she took a few steps back in shock, "I went to the wrong door ?”

Hearing his mother's familiar loud voice, Cheng Jibei quickly walked out of the kitchen, holding a plate of steaming shredded pork with green peppers in his hand: "Mom, you're back, you can eat now."

Cheng Ping's suspicious eyes wandered between the two: "...Did you just buy a chef?"

"Mom, listen to my explanation." Cheng Jibei hurriedly put down the dishes, and introduced each other to the two, "This is my senior Ying Ke. I called in the afternoon and said that I would come to my house for dinner... This is my mother."

"It's Xiaoying." Cheng Ping's guard faded away, and she put on a smiling face, looking carefully at the young man in front of her who was calmly smiling at her, "Why don't you tell Auntie earlier when you come home, and Auntie will make it for you. You are good at sauced hoof.”

"Obviously you forgot to play mahjong this afternoon..." After receiving his mother's stern stare, Cheng Jibei consciously took back what he didn't finish.

"Auntie usually has a lot of spare time, so I'm sorry to interrupt you." Ying Ke handed the dishes in his hand to Cheng Jibei, and turned to make way for Cheng Ping, "I didn't bring anything when I came here suddenly. If it is an expensive gift, then I have no choice but to make a fool of myself and let my aunt have a taste of my skills."

Hearing Ying Ke's ironic words, Cheng Ping couldn't help feeling a little more favorable towards the young man in front of him, and the expression on his face became more kind: "My Xiaobei can have a good relationship with you, and so do I." I'm very relieved that you have taken care of him for the past six months."

"Xiaobei is very good, not only has good grades, but also has outstanding work ability. I am really happy to be able to deal with such a good student like him."

Hearing Ying Ke brag about himself so ignorantly, Cheng Jibei felt that the temperature on his face was almost the same as the plate of potato shreds just out of the pan in his hand, so he quickly gave Ying Ke a wink to tell him not to say a few words.

"Then bring us Xiao Bei more often...Xiao Bei, do you have eye cramps?" Cheng Ping treated Ying Ke as warmly as spring, and asked with disgust when she saw her son's blinking eyes.

Cheng Jibei's eye movements stopped, and he put the dishes on the table: "No, the dishes are getting cold, let's eat quickly."

The author has something to say:

Ying Ke: Xiaobei is handsome and has good grades. He gets a scholarship every year and even makes money for himself!

Cheng Jibei: ...QAQ I am not I do not have

Ying Ke: The audience of Xiaobei's live broadcast room is 1 per minute, No. [-] in the teaching area!

Cheng Jibei: ...QAQ Boss, don't do this

Today, did our boss blow Mr. Cheng?

Blow.