I'm just hungry for your knowledge

In the middle of the night, the streets were deserted, and the taxi stopped abruptly. Han Shen got out of the car and rushed forward with his head sullen, being pulled into his arms by the shadow at the bottom of the tree.

Chen Chen hugged him for a while, feeling that he was leaving in a hurry, and smiled: "Are you so anxious to see me?"

Han Shen was impatient and pushed him away: "See you, don't waste time here, I have to catch up with my homework."

"..."

Chen Chen changed the bag from his right hand to his left hand, and interlocked his fingers while walking along the street: "What homework?"

"Holiday homework." Mathematics and English have already been accepted, and Chinese and science are due tomorrow. Ye Ying has recently become pregnant and has a very bad temper. If she fails to hand in her homework, she will die.

Chen Chen was quiet after listening: "You haven't finished your vacation homework yet?"

This is a typical sending proposition.

It was his own life that he sent.

Han Shen turned to look at him: "Yes, I haven't finished writing, is there a problem?"

In the past few days, Han Shen remembered all the things he had been doing here, and Chen Chen said, "It's okay, it's okay."

After entering the door, Chen Chen walked to the kitchen: "I'll cook something for you."

Han Shen spread out the test paper and wrote two questions. Chen Chen came out with cooked noodles and put them on the table: "Come here."

Han Shen separated the chopsticks and mixed them together: "It will be like this from now on, you live here, tell me if you have no money."

Chen Chen accepted the 5200 just now, and when he heard this, he lowered his eyes and looked at him with a half-smile: "So now you really started to support me? It's so powerful."

Han Shen had the impression that the professors of liberal arts at the university were very poor, not to mention that Zhuang Nianying's posture should not have left any legacy.Considering Chen Chen's self-esteem, Han Shen casually comforted: "It's not for nothing, you have to pay, and repay me with your body."

Chen Chen understood: "Oh, so this counts as prostitution?"

Han Shen: "..."

Chen Chen: "You spend money, find me, and prostitute yourself?"

"........."

Han Shen felt annoyed: "You are the only one who is smart."

Chen Chen smiled inexplicably, and said to himself: "So what is this called, the white moonlight canary of the heir to a wealthy family?"

Han Shen lowered his head and ate a small vegetable, but stopped his chopsticks when he heard this: "What book have you read recently?"

Chen Chen: "Don't worry about it."

After eating, Han Shen said: "Otherwise, you can rent another house, which is closer to the nearby middle school. It takes an hour to come here, far away."

It will take an hour to go back to the attached middle school tomorrow, and Han Shen can't stand it if it goes on like this.

Chen Chen sat on the chair and looked at him without saying a word.

Han Shen asked: "Is the rent expensive? Give it back."

Chen Chen didn't think about whether to move closer to the nearby middle school, and said, "I bought it, and I don't pay the rent."

"She left it to you?"

"It's true to say that, anyway, the money she left was spent."

Han Shen thought for a while, this house is in the central area of ​​Shinan, at least 1000 million, and asked, "How much mortgage do you still owe?"

Chen Chen: "?"

"Tell me first, I have a plan in mind."

"..."

"It's okay, tell me, I'll figure out a way."

Although the kid's gesture of wanting to share the pressure of life for him is very cute, but Chen Chen doesn't laugh much now, and sighs: "I'm rich, kid."

Han Shen snorted, and didn't explicitly deny it, but "Really? I don't believe it".

Chen Chen took out a tissue to wipe the water stains from the corners of his lips, and rubbed his fingers: "Really, I'll keep you."

Han Shen grabbed his hand and said for a while: "I don't dislike you if you don't have money. Why do you pretend to be in front of me?"

Chen Chen: "..."

Why did I give him a very poor impression?

Chen Chen intends to give an example to prove himself, and he doesn't want to stray into the false sky, so he thought about it and said, "Now, I have 17 suites in my hand." Excluding the two ancestral houses, they are now cultural relics protection units and tourist areas, and there are a lot of them every year. constant income.

Han Shen was taken aback by this way of showing off his wealth: "Then why do you live in the demolition area?"

Chen Chen: "...Did I say many times that it is a professor building in the old campus of a well-known domestic university, where dozens of academicians lived, and it is not a demolition area?"

Han Shen: "But it's really dilapidated there."

Chen Chen was blocked by this sentence, licked his lips, and seemed to give up: "Forget it, I have no money."

Han Shen began to laugh, feeling that he was quite amusing like this, so he calmed down and said seriously: "Oh, you are really rich."

"I have no money."

"..."

"Revenge?" Han Shen pushed the finished bowl aside, stretched his long legs, "Why is your mother so rich?"

Chen Chen: "It's very simple, because her parents are rich."

"..."

The real successor, inheritor, person, and others.

Han Shen pursed his lips, but he didn't see it before: "So you are also a back wave."

"Happy to meet."

After chatting, Han Shen showed agitation, and returned to the table after washing up. It was almost twelve o'clock, and there was still a stack of papers that had not been written.

Chen Chen approached, his eyes swept across the roll: "How many more?"

Han Shen was so annoyed that he wanted to tear up the paper: "Four Chinese and three English compositions."

Chen Chen asked, "Why so many?"

"Is there a lot? It's a five-day holiday, one test paper for each subject a day, and I kept the Chinese language." I wrote it down on the first day, but I was not in the mood to write it after meeting Chen Chen in the park on the second day. During the holiday nights, they stayed at Chen Chen's house.

"Do you also write Chinese and composition?"

"Write."

"..."

Chen Chen hooked the test paper with his fingers and looked down. He attached a self-proposed question, but he couldn't find the answer: "This woman has become more and more vicious recently."

Han Shen was amused, and just smiled and his heart sank: "You are gone, she is under a lot of pressure, and she is making us angry."

In the eyes of the teacher, Chen Chen was a reassurance. As long as he was there, he would not be far behind in the exam. Class 1's science class is actually not very good at Chinese, and is often beaten by Class 8, and usually relies on Chen Chen to earn back a little noodles. Now that the fig leaf has been torn off, Ye Ying is of course very nervous.

On the other hand, there are also personal emotional factors. Several times in class, Ye Ying subconsciously shouted: "I will ask someone to answer this question, Chen Chen!"

After shouting, he patted his forehead, the light in his eyes dimmed: "Oh, I forgot again."

Chen Chen covered the scroll: "Stop writing."

Han Shen was reading, absent-mindedly: "Huh?"

"Stop doing your homework and go to sleep."

"Don't sleep, I have to hand it in tomorrow." Han Shen wanted to write some words, but just after writing a few words, he felt his legs being caught by his arms, his center of gravity began to shake, and he was actually picked up by Princess Chen Chen!

"???? What are you doing?" He was close to Chen Chen in stature, not much lighter, and he didn't struggle too much while grabbing his shoulders, fearing that the two of them would fall together.

But he really didn't expect to be thrown directly on the bed by Chen Chen: "..."

"Stop writing, go to sleep." Chen Chen said, "Tomorrow, I will get up at five o'clock and take a taxi back to school, and I still have to catch up with my homework, so I don't want to rest?"

"Don't worry about it."

Han Shen lifted the quilt and got up, but was grabbed by the shoulder and forced down. Chen Chen rubbed his wrist unconsciously, and calmly said: "Sleep well, I'll help you write."

"you--"

Han Shen remembered.

Chen Chen imitated handwriting with his unique skills.

"You can write whatever you want, just finish reading and writing, and don't write the composition." Han Shen said.

Chen Chen walked out with the test paper, hummed: "You are asleep, I will go to the study."

Han Shen looked at him: "Just write here."

"In case the noise makes you rest—"

Han Shen lowered his voice, tending to turn into anger from embarrassment: "Just write it here."

After Chen Chen understood that he was just clingy, he unconsciously smiled, approached and squeezed his chin, bit his lip lightly, and pulled back the chair: "Sleep, I'll keep my voice down."

For the four Chinese practice papers, you must write essays, plus three English essays.

Are the teachers in the attached middle school fucking crazy recently?

Han Shen's pen is hard, straight, and neatly structured, which is easy to imitate.As long as the teacher is not an expert in trace identification, it is almost impossible to tell.Chen Chen flipped the test paper gently to avoid making any noise.At the beginning, Han Shen was still asleep when he looked back, but as the night progressed, he was already sleeping in a mess while rubbing the quilt.

A desk lamp, with dim light, illuminated the slender and white finger bones.

When Chen Chen stopped writing, the sky was already bright, and two refills were empty.

Pressing the alarm clock that was ringing quickly, Chen Chen went to the bed and bent down, gently touching his cheek with his fingers: "Wake up."

Waking up earlier today than usual at school, Han Shen was dizzy and lacked energy. He leaned on his shoulder for half a minute before recovering: "Annoying, what the hell are you going to school for?"

After getting up and looking at the test paper, the drowsiness was awakened immediately: "Didn't I tell you to write a few random questions, and the composition was written?"

"It's better not to write casually than not to write. Once you write, you have to finish it. It's a matter of attitude."

"..."

Han Shen grabbed his hair: "Not sleepy?"

"I'll catch up on sleep after you leave in a while."

Han Shen went to the bathroom to wash up, Chen Chen followed him downstairs, and the online car-hailing taxi he took had already arrived: "Go to the school gate to buy something to eat, don't miss breakfast."

Han Shen ran two steps, turned around and waved to him: "Let's go."

There were still ten minutes before class in the classroom. Han Shen lay on his stomach to catch up on sleep, and heard Zhang Ming urging him to hand in his homework.

"Hand in Chinese test papers, and English, don't rush, don't rush!"

Han Shen was too lazy to move, the paper was under his arm, and Zhang Ming could easily pull it out.But I didn't expect Zhang Ming to be civilized and polite, he didn't pull his clothes, and gently hooked his clothes: "Brother Han, don't sleep, hand in your homework——"

The sound stopped abruptly, as if witnessing a pause in the horror.

After taking a shower yesterday, Han Shen wore Chen Chen's clothes with a wider neckline. When he was gently pulled, the hickey marks on his shoulders were exposed on his smooth skin.

Zhang Ming was terrified, and Han Shen handed over the paper: "Take it."

However, Zhang Ming confiscated it.

His hands were still shaking a little.

Han Shen raised his eyes, and Zhang Ming's eyes turned around his neck: "Brother Han Han Han, did you go out last night? I remember you weren't wearing this kind of clothes."

"I went to a friend's house." Chen Chen didn't want to come back, and Han Shen didn't want to talk about him.

friend?Zhang Ming's pupils gradually dilated, can't it, can't it, can't there really be friends who can leave such marks on you?Zhang Ming knew it in his heart, and his voice turned cold: "Brother Han, have you been in a relationship recently?"

Han Shen couldn't argue with that.

He didn't deny it, and Zhang Ming became angry: "You! You, brother Chen, have only been away for more than two months, and you are looking for other wild men!"

Han Shen: "..."

"Unchaste! Debauchery! I'm tui!"

"........."

Han Shen pursed his lips, too lazy to speak, took out his notebook and looked down at the question.

Zhang Ming thought that Han Shen was an infatuated kind, and he had always treated him like Brother Chen’s widow in his heart, but now he found that he had made a mistake with his heart, mixed with grief and anger, and when he turned around, he moved too much and took off the pencil case, picked it up, and found a pen bag. Yellow ghost character.

"..."

"..."

Zhang Ming asked: "Who sent you?"

Han Shen was amused, leaned back on the back table lazily with his arms folded, raised his eyes to look at him: "It's a gift from my boyfriend."

Zhang Ming's eyes showed that he wanted to cut the talisman into pieces and throw it on the desk: "What kind of aesthetics is this kind of thing? Brother Chen, he wouldn't even look at it!"

Han Shen: "..."

It was from him, thank you.

Zhang Ming was so angry that he gave the homework to the class representative, and came back and muttered about "fluttery", "fickle" and "vixen" in a class. Finally, Xiang Heng, who was so bored, slapped him on the head and felt relieved. stop making noise.

Han Shen was in a good mood, smiling instead of angry.

In the evening self-study Chinese, Ye Ying stood on the podium to give a lecture, frowning: "This composition is just a proposition in classical Chinese. I read 15 papers, but no one checked the questions correctly! Is it so difficult?! What if Chen Chen is..."

There was a clamor of cursing on the podium, but there was silence from below.

Han Shen leaned back on the stool and looked down at his phone.

CC: Are you still coming tonight?

Mizuki: Lao Qin probably won't sign a leave note.

CC: Oh, that would be great.

Then it shows, "CC has withdrawn a message".

Mizuki: ...

Mizuki: No homework today, what the hell are you doing? !

CC: That’s not what I meant. Considering your drive back and forth, it’s very hard to meet each other. I hope you can take it easy [smile/]

Mizuki: [vertical middle finger.jpg]

"Han Shen!" Suddenly being called, Han Shen raised his eyes, and Ye Ying was looking at herself helplessly, "You didn't pass the exam correctly? You are very good in other subjects, but Chinese is not top-notch, and you haven't worked hard to overcome your shortcomings." Weaknesses?! If Chen Chen-"

Han Shenxin said, isn't this the question of Chen Chen's trial?

After she finished training, she sat down and took out her phone to type.

Mizuki: In the third set of test papers, did you write off the topic in the composition?

CC: Well, the correct idea should be cultural inheritance, let the past serve the present.

Mizuki: What did you write?

CC: Protection of traditional culture.

Mizuki: ...

Mizuki: Knowing the correct concept, why do you still write a lot?

CC: Because according to your reading level, you will definitely deviate from the topic. I just try to restore and interpret it as authentically as possible.

Mizuki: ...Zawba

Han Shen threw the phone in the drawer, and ignored him angrily.

Han Shen is going back to the dormitory for self-study next night, and Zhang Ming follows behind: "I have a few questions I want to ask, Brother Han, are you free for a while? Exchange and exchange."

"Okay." As soon as he agreed, the phone screen lit up.

Chen Chen had a wechat call, but hung up before connecting.

Click in and browse through a row of news, the latest one is as follows.

CC: I'm at the school gate, come out quickly.

Han Shen's footsteps involuntarily turned to the school gate. Zhang Ming saw him walking to the other side inexplicably, and shouted behind his back: "Brother Han, what are you doing!? Are you still talking about the topic?"

Han Shen turned around and made a mouth-shape - my boyfriend came to see me.

Zhang Ming: "..."

MMPs are poisonous.

What vixen, I'm used to you.

There were people coming and going at the school gate, and the late summer night was hot. Han Shen ran to the school gate and stopped, looked around, and saw people standing under the street lamp.

The baseball cap is pressed very low, the black mask is placed on the side of the ear, the back is leaning against the tree trunk to look at the phone, and the clear spine is slightly bent.When he saw him, he stretched out his hands: "You run very fast?"

Han Shen knocked him down: "Why are you here?"

"Surprise?"

Han Shen smiled: "Surprise, I just haven't finished my homework."

Chen Chen: "Didn't you say you don't have homework?"

"Twenty pieces of materials, each of which is reviewed and written with an idea, handed in before the weekend. Just arranged."

Chen Chen smiled: "Very good, it suits you very well."

Han Shen: "..."

I'm so annoying.

Han Shen turned to leave, but was pulled by his arm, and his slightly hot body leaned against his shoulder. Chen Chen called him in a low voice, "Are you hungry? Kid who just finished class, brother will buy you something to eat."

Han Shen usually eats more than six o'clock in the afternoon, and has three hours of evening self-study. After class, he is usually hungry. He either goes to the cafeteria to eat casually, or goes back to the dormitory to eat fruit.

"What to eat?"

"What do you want to eat?"

Walking along the street for a while, most of the stores near the school were closed, but some were still open.Chen Chen took a fancy to a barbecue restaurant, but it was empty, and two or three shirtless middle-aged men ate and drank.

"Do you want to eat barbecue?"

Han Shen mainly considered time: "I have to go back to the dormitory before 11:30."

"It's ten o'clock, it's too late." Chen Chen looked down at his watch, went into the store and took a menu and handed it to Han Shen.

Han Shen ordered a meat and vegetable platter, a basket of lettuce, and nothing else he wanted to eat. After giving it to Chen Chen, he added a piece of grilled fish.

The sliced ​​meat sizzled against the surface of the pot, and Chen Chen roasted the beef and rolled it with tender green lettuce and handed it to him: "Eat it, I've eaten it, and I'm not hungry now, so I'll watch you eat it. Do you want to add more meat?" cumin?"

Han Shen almost didn't turn it over, it was all baked by Chen Chen and put on his plate.

The proprietress next to him stared thoughtfully for a while, and the handsome guy in a baseball cap raised his hand: "Boss, add a bottle of juice, freshly squeezed, do you have it?"

"Only watermelon juice." The proprietress looked down.

"Have a drink, thank you."

Sending it over, I saw the handsome guy carefully pour the juice into a smaller cup, and handed it to another handsome guy who had been eating: "Drink something, will you get tired?"

"A bit."

"Don't eat in such a hurry."

"I'm in a hurry."

"It's too late, even if the door is closed, tell auntie, it's okay to delay for a few minutes."

"Then when are you leaving?"

"I'll leave when you get to the dormitory."

The proprietress clicked her tongue.

There is no other meaning, I just want to tsk for no reason.

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There are still 7 bottles of nutrient solution, huh huh

感谢在2020-07-0621:25:31~2020-07-0721:08:06期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Rouzai kkk2; 6661;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Qiyi; 3 bottles of Jiuqi;

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