Xueba Raiders

It's already 08:30, and the time for breakfast is just right.The oil in the pan rattled, and the shovel turned the fried egg over. It was golden, and the appetite was greatly increased at the sight of it.After the three-piece breakfast set was placed on the table, He Qing washed his hands and went to wake Lin Weizhen up.

Lin Weizhen didn't cooperate, and turned over with a mutter.

He Qing couldn't hold back a laugh, and suddenly wanted to tease him when he turned his head.

One minute later, Lin Weizhen could smell the smell of food, which lingered on the tip of his nose.His unsatisfied stomach began to growl, and finally woke up his brain.

Lin Weizhen opened his eyes and saw He Qing dangling by the bed with a plate, and smiled in a daze: "What time is it?"

He Qing: "Nine o'clock."

Lin Weizhen was stunned for a moment, and then sat up straight with a carp: "Nine...nine o'clock?!"

That's right, it's nine o'clock - he looked at the clock hanging on the wall, it was three past nine o'clock, it was clearly, clearly mocking.

The person who gets up early has fallen again. In the past, it was either a fake Lin Weizhen or an AI who sent He Qing "good morning" after six o'clock on weekends.

"Breakfast is ready." He Qing stood up and continued to laugh, "Do you want to eat?"

Lin Weizhen sighed, and quickly ran to the bathroom to brush his teeth, rolling his eyes at himself in the mirror while brushing his mouth full of foam.

In fact, getting up at nine o’clock on weekends is really nothing. Ge Yan and Zhu Yue’s regular chats on Monday mornings are “Young birthday, I only got up at ten o’clock yesterday, and I can’t bear to wake up at six o’clock today”, “If you don’t believe me, I will It doesn't start until twelve o'clock, Black Monday is really terrible."

But my boyfriend is a human-shaped alarm clock, and his schedule is unshakeable. This is equivalent to living with him with a three-hour jet lag, and missed today's morning reading.

How good it is to study together.

Lin Weizhen washed his face while thinking, the water splashed on his neck and it was cool.

The gentle and intense memories of last night are still there, Lin Weizhen closed his eyes and smiled, and sighed to himself: "How can I let him get up and cook."

But He Qing, who was preparing breakfast, looked quite happy, watched Lin Weizhen finish the fried egg, and asked, "How is it?"

Lin Weizhen gave a thumbs up and asked again: "Didn't you say that you don't go to the kitchen?"

He Qing smiled and said, "Who can fry eggs?"

Lin Weizhen: "..."

Anyway, he fried eggs himself and often made them into the scene of a car accident, so he either ate boiled eggs or ate them in the school cafeteria.He Qing's fried eggs are round and symmetrical, which is beyond Teacher Lin's ability.

He Qing asked again: "Is it enough?"

Lin Weizhen ate too little yesterday, so he casually stuffed two bites at noon, and didn't eat anything for dinner before the game. He originally planned to come back for a late-night snack, but he just took He Qing as a late-night snack, and forgot to eat.

"Enough." Lin Weizhen raised his head, milk foam was not licked off his mouth, "How much can I eat in the morning, besides, it's almost lunch."

Lin Weizhen laughed himself after saying this, and He Qing also joked: "You're so tired, why did you sleep like this?"

Anyway, losing face, Lin Weizhen smashed his cans and said with a smile: "There are not many like you, I am a normal person, okay?"

He Qing asked, "Then how did you get up early?"

Lin Weizhen sighed: "How can I catch up with you if I don't get up early, you run so fast."

He Qing was going to hit him with a smile, but Lin Weizhen turned sideways to hide, and heard He Qing say again: "Don't move, you're eating your mouth."

Lin Weizhen stopped obediently, feeling that He Qing's fingers rubbed against his mouth, a little itchy.

While eating and chatting, it was already ten o'clock when the two cups of coffee bottomed out.He Qing was going to wash the cups, but Lin Weizhen stopped him: "Don't be so virtuous, I'm embarrassed."

He Qing looked at him being courteous, and couldn't help laughing again: "Do you think the ground is clean?"

Lin Weizhen looked at it and found that it was quite clean, so he nodded.

He Qing asked again: "What was it like before?"

Lin Weizhen thought about it last night, it seems to be...

It seems that the clothes are thrown all over the place, the bag is also the mobile phone, in short, it is too messy to see.

The more Lin Weizhen thought about it, the more shameless he became, and he rubbed his hair with both hands: "You took it all?"

He Qing was noncommittal, took advantage of Lin Weizhen's self-reflection, grabbed the cup and bowl, and went to the sink to brush.

In the morning, there happened to be a senior sister in the laboratory who was busy on Monday and asked He Qing if he could change shifts.He Qing agreed very happily, and in this way, he spent a whole day with Lin Weizhen, like a dream.

"Deng Jie and the others want to eat hot pot tonight," Lin Weizhen asked while replying to WeChat, "Is that okay?"

He Qing can do whatever he says.

I want to have a big meal in the evening, so I will be a little casual at noon.Anyway, after breakfast at ten o'clock, no one was hungry. Lin Weizhen went downstairs and bought two small noodles. While eating, he secretly made up his mind to practice his cooking skills and give He Qinglu a big one next time.

In the afternoon Lin Weizhen went to take a shower, while He Qing sat outside and read his book.After Lin Weizhen finished washing, he poked his head out of the bathroom, and the water dripped from his hair.

He Qing: "Didn't you bring a towel?"

Lin Weizhen smiled and said, "Ask if you want to come."

He Qing was caught off guard by being teased, smiled and made a gesture to throw the book over.

Lin Weizhen took it away when he saw it was good, and retracted to wipe his hair again.

When Lin Weizhen came out, He Qing also wanted to go. Before he went in, he was dragged to pick out clothes. Anyway, they were about the same height, so He Qing could wear Lin Weizhen's clothes.

It's Lin Peacock's style of clothes that He Qing hasn't tried much before.

"No." Lin Weizhen stood beside him and shook his head.

He Qing looked up: "Why not?"

"You look so nice in this dress," Lin Weizhen said with a serious face, "How will I wear it in the future?"

He Qing paused and smiled again: "Send me off."

"It's all yours," Lin Weizhen leaned over, "The home is yours, and the people are yours too."

He Qing sometimes admired this man's ability to open his mouth to speak love words, which made him look like a young middle school student in his early twenties, with his heart beating faster and his sanity weakening at every turn.

Not mature, not mature at all.

In the end, He Qing picked out a brown shirt, a simple one, but it matched his fair complexion.The whole person was clean and clear, and Lin Weizhen's heartbeat became faster when he looked at him from the side. He wanted to hold him in the palm of his hand, but he was reluctant to let him get a little dust.

"Guess which dress looks best on you," Lin Weizhen slyly said, "Three chances."

He Qing pointed to the one on his body first, but Lin Weizhen said it was wrong, so he guessed again.

He Qing picked two more, and Lin Weizhen smiled and said, "None of them are right, so I'll announce the answer?"

He Qing hasn't played such a naive guessing game since he was six or seven years old, and now he is as patient as he himself: "Well, tell me."

Lin Weizhen rolled his eyes: "The white coat is the best."

He Qing smiled: "Have you seen it?"

"No," Lin Weizhen said, "but I have thought about it many times."

What he said was ambiguous, Lin Weizhen felt that what Xiao Xiang meant was what he said.But when he thought about it quite simply, he just felt that He Qing was too suitable to be a doctor, every move of every frown and smile was worthy of a white coat.

There are many attractive moments in life, and introducing one's career is one of the most attractive.Lin Weizhen thought many times how He Qing would say "I am a doctor" to former friends or new acquaintances.

Maybe Lin Weizhen remembers the words "I want to be a good doctor" he said back then, as if he had engraved them in his heart.

How wonderful, Lin Weizhen thought, he hasn't changed at all.

When it was almost five o'clock, both of them packed up and were ready to go out.Lin Weizhen looked like a well-ordered person, as if the person who stayed in bed this morning was a fake.The hot pot restaurant is in the same business district as the Grilled Fish Restaurant where the drama club had dinner last time. It takes 10 minutes by bicycle and you can see it everywhere. It is the most conspicuous facade on the third floor.

Li Xiuyuan smiled and shook his head when he saw these two people walking in together: "I don't need to eat hot pot anymore."

Lin Weizhen pulled a stool for He Qing, then sat between him and Li Xiuyuan, and asked "what's the matter".

Li Xiuyuan looked at He Qing, who poured two glasses of water slowly, and put a glass in front of Lin Weizhen.

"Dog food," Li Xiuyuan said, "it's fresh and delicious."

The author has something to say:

Lin: Life is a constant reversal of character design.

The column is full of "Arrival", the angels can read the copy when you have time~ If you like it, please ask for an advance order.The overall painting style should be similar to this one, that is, the protagonist is a social animal, not a school animal.

PS This article is not finished yet!Will write until college graduation.

感谢在2020-06-1911:05:22~2020-06-2013:11:22期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Jiang Jiang Jiang Ah; 3 bottles of Beijuan;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

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## Chapter 49

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Hot pot is a magical thing that goes well with summer and winter. The sun is scorching outside, the air conditioner in the restaurant is whistling, the chili oil in the pot is crackling, and the iced drinks are filled to the brim.Everyone at this table can talk, Lin Weizhen is happy to be free and doesn't have to bring up the topic himself, just say a few words when asked, and if He Qing is asked, just say a few words for him.

Ning Quan held up his cup and joked: "Old Lin has changed his job as a manager, and he is reluctant to say a word to He Qing."

Lin Weizhen laughed, and then glanced at He Qing, who returned a "nothing" look.

So He Qing became the C seat at the dinner party for singing and dancing lovers, answering everyone's questions one by one.Deng Jie is in his third year of college and is thinking about taking the postgraduate entrance examination, but he has been studying liberal arts, and his friends are all from this circle. See you now