Do not provoke

Downstairs was also very empty, the dining table was clean, there were only vases of carefully arranged flowers, but probably because they had been placed for a long time, there was no water in the vases, and the flowers were almost withered.

Fang Lin took out the flowers and spread them out on the small balcony to dry, then wiped the vase and put it back in the corner.

After finishing these, he entered the kitchen and looked in.

The exquisite tableware and kitchen utensils in the house are just hanging on the side of the cabinet, some of them are not even opened, and there is a layer of obvious dust on the thin plastic film.

There were a few boxes of yogurt and bread in the refrigerator, but Fang Lin didn't have any intention of testing the poison himself, so he closed it neatly, and prepared to cook a bowl of instant noodles casually.

Tang Xingbei was awakened by a scent coming from the balcony, it smelled warm and delicious.

He lay on the bed in a daze to react for a few seconds, and then realized that he was at home, he hesitated to open his eyes, and was about to sit up when he suddenly felt dizzy.

Tang Xingbei couldn't help but sneezed as his bare upper body was cold.

He looked up and saw the conspicuous fourteen degrees on the air conditioner, frowned and cursed, jumped out of bed, stepped on the sheets to find the remote control of the air conditioner, and turned it off with a beep.

...still cold.

Wrapped in a quilt, Tang Xingbei squatted on the bed blankly for a while, pulled out a short-sleeved jacket from the cabinet, got up and went downstairs.

Hearing footsteps at the stairway, Fang Lingang was cracking eggs into the pot, and the first second he looked up and saw him, he seemed to lower his eyelashes lightly: "Woke up from the cold?"

Tang Xingbei froze, then remembered the wide open door, paused, glanced at the gurgling face in the pot, and tried to change the subject: "...what is this?"

His voice was hoarse, and he coughed.

"Dinner." Fang Lin didn't look up.

Tang Xingbei coughed a few times due to the steaming heat, turned around and pulled up a chair, and sat down.

He glanced left and right, and then saw a bag of unfamiliar things under the kitchen cabinet. He visually detected that there were rice noodles and eggs, so he asked, "Those...you bought all of them?"

The other party hummed very coldly.

Tang Xingbei was hungry, cold and aching all over. He originally wanted to ask him to borrow a dinner, but he couldn't wipe his face. He hesitated for a long time and turned the chair around, but he still couldn't speak.

So I had no choice but to stand up, rummaged through a box of yogurt from the refrigerator, and looked at the expiration date, and it was just three days away from expiration.

He sighed silently, inserted a straw and took a sip listlessly. Amid the warm noodle fragrance, he turned and went upstairs.

Today's stairs seemed to be a bit soft, even stepping on them was wobbly, Tang Xingbei frowned unconsciously.

Fang Lin glanced at him, looked away, lowered his head and turned off the fire.

The air-conditioning in the room hadn't dissipated, Tang Xingbei rubbed his stomach that was numb from the cold milk, went to the desk, picked up the phone, and lay back on the bed with the sheets on.

The screen lit up and it was almost eight o'clock.

I slept for three or four hours this time, and I don't know if I can fall asleep at night.

And probably because I lay down for too long, my mind was dizzy and heavy.

Tang Xingbei frowned, brought the pillow over and lay on his stomach, and turned on the phone.

More than an hour ago, He Miao shared a link with him on Q//Q, with the words: Brother Bei, your status is under threat.

Oh, naive.

Tang Xingbei went in without hesitation. It was a post on the school post bar. The reply had already reached more than 500 floors, and there was a fiery hot post behind it.

The topic is: [Discussion: Fang Lin and Tang Xingbei, who is the No. [-] Aplan in our school [picture][picture]]

1l: Although I belong to the Northern Party, the transfer students are really handsome and cold. I’m so cute

2l: The high coldness is true...Yesterday my classmate Hua sister confessed to Fang Lin and was rejected very indifferently.

3l: [O｀ДO] Where is the Star North Party? !You group of Yangou is just a temporary novelty!Where is my north!

4l: These two photos are well taken and saved.

5l: Fang Lin is obviously better at attacking pure A~ In comparison, Tang Xingbei is more like the kind who is clearly quasi-A, but is forced to differentiate into O in front of Fang Lin hahaha

6l: Don't go upstairs!Incisive!

7l: +100000000!Change in place to O hahaha! !

……

Although Tang Xingbei couldn't understand ABC, it didn't prevent him from summarizing a message from the ridicule in the comments that "someone thinks Fang Lin is more handsome than him".

He was very dissatisfied immediately, frowned and withdrew, and replied indifferently to He Miao?

The other party came back quickly, very excited: Hahahaha!You have today too! !

[Not North]: Roll quickly.

[Three Fish in the River]: I'm just asking if you're angry~ The name of the school grassroots for two years was suddenly cut off like this

[Not North]: 3

[Three Fish in the River]: Has the peacock blown its hair?

[Not North]: 2

[Three fish in the river]: Slip away!

[Not North]: 1

Throwing away the phone, Tang Xingbei lay on the bed, drank the milk in two or three cold gulps, and threw the milk carton into the trash can with a clatter.

He frowned and stared at the chandelier on the ceiling, tossed and turned for a while, but still couldn't hold back, he sneaked out his phone and clicked on the post, carefully reading it from beginning to end.

The candid photo in the main building should be the day Fang Lin first came to school.

The young man was dressed in cold black, with long legs and an unassuming air-conditioning, which was incompatible with the blue and white school uniforms around him.

Tang Xingbei looked more and more angry: Isn't it just [-], [-], [-], [-] centimeters taller than him! A fart!

He was so angry that he fell asleep again in a daze.

The next morning, Tang Xingbei was woken up by the alarm clock.

He frowned and turned off the alarm clock, squinted his eyes, got up to wash his hands, went downstairs, grabbed a bag of bread, gnawed on it, and went back to his room.

I haven't moved a single word in my homework, and there are more than ten test papers. If I don't write any more, I will probably stay up late at night.

I should have caught a cold yesterday, but I was still top-heavy when I woke up this morning.

Tang Xingbei sneezed, rubbed his nose and took a sip of milk, shivering from the cold, and immediately put it aside.

The Chinese homework this time is a reading exercise in classical Chinese, with a total of more than a dozen pieces in five sheets, which is not difficult to do.

But in the past two months, he was in a bad mood, and he was struggling to review, and he didn't pay much attention to Chinese, so he was still a little novice at the moment.

Tang Xingbei breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his head and started brushing.

It wasn't until he took out the English test paper that he heard the sound of the door closing from the opposite room.

He just woke up.

Tang Xingbei clicked his tongue, took out a pair of earphones and put them on, found one and pressed the play button, and continued to work on his own questions with his head down.

After a while, a burst of sweet milky fragrance wafted up from downstairs.

Even through the earphones, Tang Xingbei still clearly heard his stomach growl.

He frowned and turned up the volume of his earphones, continuing to do his homework.

...What makes it so fragrant.

With a cold face, he picked up the bread next to him and took a bite.

Brushing and playing, Tang Xingbei didn't finish the difficult and difficult questions of all subjects until after seven o'clock in the night.

During the two months of absence from class, he was not emptying out all the knowledge points and question banks that needed to be supplemented, and the accuracy rate was steadily maintained at the previous level.

After checking the answers, Tang Xingbei heaved a sigh of relief, threw the pen, flexed his wrist twice, turned around, and fell face down on the bed.

Except for the two breads he ate in the morning, he didn't eat anything else all day, and his stomach was already so hungry that he couldn't feel it, only throbbing pains.

After a day of homework, the feeling of top-heavy has increased.

Tang Xingbei frowned and got up, walked to the water dispenser to get a cup of hot water.

The feeling of warmth flowing into the abdomen relieved a little discomfort, but the hunger was more obvious.

He put down his glass and went downstairs.

The lights in the living room and kitchen were on, and there was the sound of hot water gurgling inside, as well as the slight sound of clinking kitchen utensils.

Tang Xingbei was inexplicably dazed by this scene. He paused and continued to walk downstairs.

Fang Lin was casually leaning against the refrigerator, his eyes downcast, and he was stirring the eggs unskillfully.

The mobile phone was placed on the side, and the screen should be the interface of the web page, with a picture of scrambled egg with tomato in a gaudy manner.

Tang Xingbei thought he was so proficient in cooking, and when he caught a glimpse of him flipping his phone to check the steps, he couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth mockingly.

Fang Lin should have noticed his movement, he was washing the tomatoes, without turning his head, his voice was cold: "What's the matter?"

In the turbulent water, his fingers were long and straight. Tang Xingbei looked away and glanced at his hand inexplicably: "No."

He had no intention of leaving, and Fang Lin ignored him, continuing to flip through his webpage.

Tang Xingbei then sat at the dining table in the small restaurant, propped his head on one hand, and watched.

He had obviously lived in this house for many years, but it seemed that it was the first time he saw someone busy in the kitchen, and he walked away silently for a while.

Fang Lin wore a simple white T-shirt, short black hair, a red string hanging loosely around his neck, and the side face was sharply curved. Even though he was in the hot air, he still exuded a clean and cool aura.

Tang Xingbei couldn't help wondering whether this person had the cooling effect of the air conditioner on his body.

He stared at the person for too long, Fang Lin finally turned to look at him impatiently, and was about to speak, but stopped.

Tang Xingbei quickly came back to his senses, and just about to frowned and look away, he heard Fang Lin's voice, cold and deep: "Why are you blushing?"

Tang Xingbei: "???"

He belatedly poked his own face, it was obviously hot, he was startled: "What the hell?"

Tang Xingbei's voice was so hoarse that he was startled when he heard it. He thought it was the reason why he hadn't spoken for a day, so he forced himself to clear his throat. The pain was severe.

Fang Lin immediately remembered the 14°C temperature last night, and squinted his eyes. The young master really made himself sick.