I heard that you are the number one assassin in Tiandu

Since even the eldest brother said that he must be held accountable if he suffered a loss, Min Qiu had to think about how to get it back.

He first wanted to do the same thing with an eye for an eye, and he also vented his anger by speaking bad things about Joaquin behind his back with his elder brother, until he was refreshed and his grievances were wiped out, but he opened his mouth but there was nothing to say, thinking about it for a while, he didn't know what Hua Xiaojin had But if you really want to complain, you can only blame Joaquin for not being nicer to him?

This "good" does not refer to those "good" who devote themselves and worry about hard work. Min Qiu thinks that Joaquin can take some time to cook and cook more for him!

Min Yang has never been very patient. After waiting on the phone for half a minute and there was no sound, he urged him to speak quickly, not to mention being in his position and considering doing his duty as a big brother to teach by example. He only threatened Min Qiu with a few harsh words, and then hung up involuntarily. Telephone.

It doesn't work.Is it necessary for him to have a showdown with Cui Yujinpin to avenge his shame?Thinking about the scene where Ling Jian and Ren Zai Shuai Tian watched the two of them being beaten together, Joaquin had time to smile back while hanging and beating, Min Qiu felt that there was no need to even try.

The early morning wind was chilling, and Min Qiu, who had no means of revenge, sat at the dinner table disheartened, and couldn't help turning up the collar of his clothes and pulling the zipper to the highest point.

"Are you cold?" Joaquin put a small rattan basket on the table and closed a window for convection, "Is it still cold?"

Min Qiu glanced at the pink apron mournfully—is he afraid of the cold weather?How much does it take to cool down?Letting the horse down another ten degrees would not compare to the ice and snow in his heart.He poked his neck angrily and "hummed": "It's still cold!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, a soft little hand lightly covered his forehead.

Min Qiu who was about to speak harshly: "..."

The little hand was put on casually, and even one of his eyes was covered.The eyes are not for breathing, and it doesn't matter if they are covered, but Min Qiu obviously noticed that the eyelashes were swept back and forth in the palm of his hand when he blinked slightly, so he didn't dare to move rashly.

The annoying dryness of autumn is filtered and lubricated by the damp palms, and the cold air with a sudden drop in temperature hits this barrier to be buffered.

Joaquin touched himself again: "It's not hot, it's the same as me. Is it because I just woke up? Just eat something, nah."

The small rattan basket contains semi-homemade finger cakes, which are one of Joaquin's regular breakfasts, and they are rich in nutrition.This kind of basket is ventilated on all sides, and is most suitable for frying and frying food. It can ensure that the food will not lose its crispy taste due to the nowhere to disperse the hot steam.Min Qiu squeezed one and bit it down, the outer skin was crispy, and the inner filling was full of milk, meat, egg, and soy sauce.

He made up his mind.

There are three in the small basket, usually he eats two and Joaquin eats one, so the distribution.Although I feel a little stupid, impolite and childish, and have no face to talk to others, Joaquin should be annoyed if he didn't eat breakfast when he was ready in the morning?Is that what the elder brother meant when he said "the more he wants to do something, the more he will not be allowed to do it"?

Thinking of the joyful and mocking voices like bells ringing in the wind, Min Qiu, who had nowhere to go, was so desperate that he wolfed down all three of them—if it was at noon or night, he would certainly not be burdened to eat these things, but in the morning His stomach hadn't woken up yet, and it was really hard for him to take on such a big job all of a sudden.Hearing that Joaquin's footsteps were approaching, Min Qiu took out his mobile phone with greasy paws and frowned and watched the news, as if he was in the scene and worried about the world's worries, and inadvertently violated someone else's right to breakfast.

Joaquin: "Ah, you're done eating!"

Min Qiu smiled desolately in his heart: Yes, I finished eating, I didn't expect it!He pretended to look at the basket as if suddenly enlightened: "Ah, I didn't notice..."

"It's okay, eat whatever you want." Joaquin put down another small basket, which contained three other real cakes with grilled sausage and fried eggs.

Min Qiu: "..."

Joaquin smiled: "I'm still thinking that it's getting colder. I made a few more. If you can't finish eating, use the electric baking pan to heat up for supper. If you are not full, eat some more? I'll get you a drink of."

Joaquin went to the refrigerator to fiddle with something in it to heat it up, Min Qiu and Xiaolan looked at each other in blank dismay.

The semicircular curved decorations on the woven rattan basket are like mouths laughing at Min Qiu, mocking his stupid plan for going to waste—eat?Incompetent.don't eat?All previous efforts were wasted.

It must be that he has not grasped the essence of the elder brother's teaching skills.With a sincere heart and a spirit, how can you concentrate on implementing it if you repeatedly doubt whether your actions are reasonable?If you don't stick to it, how can you know whether the choice is right?

Min Qiu patted his stomach as if calling a sleeping person, patted it awake alive, took a deep breath, held the basket in one hand and the pancake in the other, and resignedly bit down on it before Joaquin came out, eating After it was over, the whole person didn't want to move, killed one thousand enemies, and self-damaged eight hundred.

Joaquin held the hot milk and said leisurely: "Don't eat too fast, it's not time yet."

If he hadn't carried another basket in his other hand, this thoughtful voice of persuasion would have been very pleasant.

Min Qiu listened carefully to see if there was any movement in the kitchen, and asked cautiously, "Is there any more in the pot?"

Joaquin put the cup in front of him: "It's gone."

Min Qiu wanted to drink but was afraid that too much water would occupy his stomach, so he took a sip and put the glass down: "Is it really gone?"

"Really," Joaquin looked amused at his appearance, "Didn't we buy it together? There are nine in a pack, you know. What's wrong?"

Minqiu's brain really couldn't wrangle his stomach's protests, he couldn't force his hand to reach out to pick up a new basket, so he could only use his chin to tap the table and order it domineeringly: "I want to eat these three."

"Eat, it's just for you." Joaquin sat across the table with great interest, as if he was feeding the animals in the cage and observing how they eat, and pushed the new rattan basket towards Min Qiu Push, "Eat it. I don't like oily food in the morning. I just cut up some bacon and ate it. You can eat it or not."

"..." Min Qiu approached the city, and suddenly raised his head to realize that the uprising had been suppressed. As a lone army with no successors, his plotting plans and chanting slogans became a joke.

He let go and slammed into the sofa: "Don't eat."

Joaquin: "Ah, how about I have one?"

"Let's eat." Min Qiu didn't dare to gasp for breath, lest his lungs expand too much and the diaphragm would move downwards and squeeze his stomach.He rested his head on the armrest of the sofa and rolled his eyes. He dimly saw that the raised patterns on the two embossed glass cups seemed to be connected—it was two fat little angels, one turning back to hold the other's little hand.

Min Qiu woke up a little bit, staring blankly.

this cup...

What kind of sorcery is drawn?How can someone so fat be able to fly!

During this day, he pondered over his elder brother's guidelines over and over again, endured the strange intuition that his body and mind had different paths, and did many unbearable things. After every time he thought about it, he felt that nothing was right, even if he succeeded. There was no sense of exhilaration.For example, when Joaquin wanted to take a certain book, he quickly pulled it out first, hiding it behind himself or holding it above his head; Joaquin opened the folding chair in the big classroom and was about to sit on it, but he snatched it first with a stride. Position; Joaquin has always been very modest and talkative, so without making a sound, he flipped over a chair next to him, Min Qiu stretched his long legs to dominate the original seat, and then moved his body to Joaquin's newly flipped chair.

The chair is fixed and immovable, and the only thing that can move is the person—the good-tempered one is about to be squeezed into the wall by the unreasonable one.

Faced with this sudden unreasonable trouble, Joaquin didn't react at first, and watched him hide the book with a dull face, and then let him play "grab the bench" helplessly until the class time was approaching, and the professor walked into the classroom When the door was closed, Joaquin had no choice but to whisper in his ear: "This is a classroom! What are you doing?"

Min Qiu immediately withdrew his magical powers, and obediently curled up his legs.

In this competition of power, he thought he should have won, but why did Hua Xiaojin's words not sound like he was angry, but more like a retrial after adjournment, and another day to fight again?

This is the classroom.What if this is not a classroom?

Back home at night, Min Qiu finished his meal with a ghost in his heart, quietly leaned on the door, and listened to the sound coming from Joaquin's room through the crack of the door.Joaquin's headphone cable often makes a bit of electrical noise, so he simply didn't wear the headphones at the moment, and was talking with another person on the laptop's stereo and microphone.Some of the IDs they mentioned were very familiar to Min Qiu, most of them were the names of Qingcang Iron Cavalry players, and the voice of another person from the computer was even more familiar to him, it was Qianqingdishi.

After a while, there was no sound in the room, and Min Qiu pushed the door open and entered.Joaquin was probably used to his uninvited visits. He glanced back and showed no surprise. He got up and folded the clean clothes that had just been put on the bed into the cabinet. He also folded the quilt and straightened the pillows.

Joaquin: "Okay."

"Oh." Min Qiu sat on the edge of the bed with his hands tied.

I don't know if he has ghosts in his heart, so he can't see anything wrong?Or is Joaquin's unheard of way of welcoming guests by making their beds when they come?He always felt that something was wrong.But he is really doing well sitting here, there is no problem, so I can't sum up the specific one, two, three, four for a while.

He stretched his neck to watch Joaquin play the game, and returned to the computer dryly, sighed, and said, "I finally got out, otherwise I will be able to be quiet for a while at this time tomorrow."

Joaquin: "Why are you chasing him? What's the matter?"

"It's not rushing. He wants this and that all day long. He has a lot of things to do," Ganqing Dishi murmured indistinctly, "I sat in front of the computer for a while and came over to pester me..."

"Ahem," Joaquin suddenly coughed forcefully, "I didn't plug in the earphones, there are people in the room."

"Oh! You should have said it earlier!" Ganqing Dishi explained without any effect, "I'm sorry, classmate, I mean my dog ​​is very annoying, always jumping on me, and I threw it out .”

Joaquin laughed so hard he couldn't hold the mouse: "It's too bad for you..."

"..." Min Qiu can read the Four Books and Five Classics, can read astronomy and geography, and doesn't want to be too pretentious. Every time he takes an exam, he writes casually and still ranks among the best. When it comes to IQ, he is not stupid at all. Why can't he understand the implication?

"You went to class today, and Yan Nanfei called him PK again on the radio. I don't think Yan Nanfei has anything to fight, just fight casually, but he still won't let me into the PK room? No?" Wouldn't I turn my head to look at his screen in the room?" Qianqing Dishi said quietly, "Look, well, do you know how he and Yan Nanfei fought?"

Joaquin asked seriously: "How did you fight?"

Qin Zhen: "These two idiots agreed that neither of them could use their skills. When facing Ping Slash, whoever has the most critical hits will win. In the end, he won a little bit. Yan Nanfei is also a playful man. I made a broadcast saying, "One-stroke master, I will visit you someday." My God, people who didn't know thought that the two of them made a flower inside, and I wanted to cover my face for him in case I fell to the ground. "

Min Qiu: "..."

Joaquin laughed and said, "Last time they played so fast, they finished the fight before I changed the line. I thought about how they played. I thought about it for a long time."

"Yes, there is one less unsolved mystery in the world." Qin Zhen couldn't laugh at all, and said coolly, "I think he is my teammate, so scary."

God!Min Qiu turned pale in shock—this warlock actually spoke ill of his elder brother behind his back?Big Brother lives with such a duplicitous person?

He secretly took out his mobile phone and tapped it: "Brother, that dry girl is talking small things about you behind your back!"

Min Yang replied: "What did you say?"

Min Qiu deliberately concealed what Joaquin said, and learned from his elder brother that Qianqing Dishi was like this: "That's all!"

Min Yang: "Well, very good, you can tell me after he talks about it."

"..." Min Qiu: "???"