Causal lottery system

Huang Ziqing looked quite normal, but there was a smell of alcohol on his body, which could be smelled as soon as he got close.

Ding Lang couldn't help frowning when he helped him out of the car. He never liked the smell of alcohol, but people in this society have to drink some alcohol. If you don't drink two glasses, let alone Huang Ziqing.

In my impression, it seems that I have never seen Huang Ziqing drunk. Even now, he is still very sober, but in Ding Lang's view, he is already confused when he speaks.

To be honest, the bewildered expression on that paralyzed face really makes people... unable to look directly at it.

Weird contrast cute ＿(:з)∠)＿

Taking out the key from Huang Ziqing's pocket, Ding Lang finally heaved a sigh of relief - the other party had been clinging to him all the way just now, and he had agreed to "look sober"!Can you make a face on your face?

It's conceivable how much a healthy adult man weighs. When he wholeheartedly wants to rely on one person, does it hurt you?Did you make it? !

This finally dragged him home, so he couldn't breathe a sigh of relief!

It's almost nine o'clock now, Grandma Ding originally planned to stay together to take care of Xiao Huang, how can this be possible!Huang Ziqing was anxious in his heart, but Ding Lang persuaded him to go back: "It's already so late, grandma, go back to sleep, I'll take care of him here."

"It's okay... Do you know how to make hangover soup? How about I go back and make a bowl of hangover soup first, and then go to bed?" Grandma Ding also knew that her grandson cared about herself and didn't want to sleep too late by herself, so she agreed without much thought .

But looking at Comrade Xiao Huang's drunk and serious face, Grandma Ding thought about making a bowl of hangover soup for someone. Comrade Xiao Huang is painful, and he rarely gets drunk on weekdays. Grandma Ding looks like this now It hurts to see it.

Ding Lang thought about it and agreed.

Seeing Huang Ziqing drunk with the expression "I'm sober, I'm not drunk", it was a bit funny. Ding Lang dragged him into the bathroom and coaxed him to take off his clothes.

"I'm not drunk!"

"Well, I know, you're not drunk, good boy, take off your clothes and let's take a shower first, shall we?"

"I'm really not drunk! I still want to drink!"

"Then take a bath before drinking, can I drink with you?"

"You said it! I still have several bottles of Bordeaux at home!"

"Enhm, I said, good boy, raise your left arm up, really good~"

...

Shame on Play (#‵′)

I have to say that Ding Lang is very patient, so much so that when facing Huang Ziqing who is almost cheating, he is like a big sister who is close. Maybe we can call him "Brother Watermelon" or "Brother Melon" in the future.

After Huang Ziqing's upper body was stripped of his clothes, Ding Lang turned on the shower head, ready to help him take a bath.

It's still shame play mode.

It doesn't matter, they are all men... Ding Lang comforted himself.

The next second, really.The man Huang Ziqing pulled him over and wet his clothes.

Ding Lang silently looked at his drenched appearance, feeling a kind of ballsy sadness.

Looking at the man in front of him again, there was a dangerous light in his squinted eyes.

Σ(°△°|||)

Comrade Xiao Huang, calm down!Calm down!

Ding Lang only felt that the man in front of him looked at him almost eating him, and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous-what's wrong with this predator's aura?

In the next second, the originally dangerous expression changed, and Huang Ziqing slowly and slowly spread out a small smile. This curved arc was considered too large for him.

"Xiao Lang?"

Ding Lang heard him talking to himself in a utterly soft voice.

Why is the atmosphere so wrong!

Water was dripping from Huang Ziqing's wet hair, and a drop or two mischievously got into Ding Lang's neck, making him itchy, but in such an atmosphere, he couldn't even move.

Involuntarily, he held his breath.

It was just...a foul.

Looking closely at Huang Ziqing's face, he was a little stunned.

"Xiao Lang..." Huang Ziqing continued to call his name in a voice so soft that it made one's heart tremble.

"Well, I'm here." Ding Lang replied unconsciously.Probably because of being in the bathroom, or for some other reason, now his face is already a little crimson, and his voice is slightly nasal, which looks delicious.

"Xiao Lang...Actually, I'm really not drunk..." His lips were close to his ears, with a flustered breath.

Plop, plop... Ding Lang felt his own heartbeat, it almost didn't feel like his own.

He had a wonderful premonition that he seemed to be planted here today...

When the kiss fell, Ding Lang was still in a trance.

Soft, gentle, and seemed to have some kind of cautious emotion—it tentatively fell down, only stayed for a second, and the other party's lips moved away, and then stayed less than one centimeter away from him, as if waiting for him Reaction.

Ding Lang was still on the spot, with his eyes open, staring at the person in front of him without blinking.

There is a corner of my heart, at this moment, it seems that something is extra.

In the next second, he raised his head slightly, and their lips were pressed together again.

This kiss wasn't long, it was just like a superficial touch, and it came again.

After it was over, Ding Lang finally came to his senses. He secretly scolded himself for being a man, but he didn't regret it.

Think about it carefully, maybe this is not just a spur of the moment.

There was still a hint of alcohol on the other party's body in his mouth, and he had never felt the taste of alcohol so good.

Huang Ziqing was about to say something with a naive smile when the doorbell rang.

Outside the door, Grandma Ding was standing holding a bowl of hangover soup.

Ding Lang's previous charming thoughts, the moment he saw his grandma, seemed to be poured with cold water—if he was with Huang Ziqing...he didn't care, what would his family think?

Parents aside, grandma is so old, can she stand this stimulation?

With a kind smile on her face, Grandma Ding handed the hangover soup to Ding Lang's hand: "Give it to Xiao Huang to drink, and you'll be fine after a night of sleep. Grandma is going back to sleep first, and you all go to bed early too!"

After grandma left, there was no sound in the room.

Ding Lang turned his head, put the bowl of hangover soup on the table in front of Huang Ziqing, and sat on the side in a daze.

Aware of the unusual atmosphere, Huang Ziqing, who had been maintaining a silly smile, gradually restrained the smile on his face, and silently lowered his head and drank the hangover soup.

Grandma Ding's hangover soup is sour and sweet, and it tastes pretty good. Although Huang Ziqing is not really drunk, after all, he drank a little too much, and this soup feels a lot more comfortable in his stomach.

"Are you really not drunk?" Ding Lang asked suddenly.

The idiot Huang nodded immediately: "Well, I'm not drunk." The serious expression of "I'm not drunk" just now is acting. You know, it's really easy to act drunk, but it's not easy to act realistically. You see, he said with a serious face that he was not drunk at the time, but people thought he was really drunk. This acting skill is enough to win a little gold medal!

The result of his honest answer was... Ding Lang stood up immediately: "Since you are not drunk, I will go back first."

QUQ No! 【Erkang hand

Ding Lang walked away without looking back, his posture was as if he packed up his clothes and ran away.

Ding Lang returned to the dormitory before the school closed, and then lay down on the bed with a messy head.

He really didn't want to think about it anymore.

He fell asleep in a daze, and when he woke up in the morning, he had temporarily put this matter behind him. There are too many things for him to do now, such as feelings...let's put it aside for now.

Ding Lang's research on machine tools has hardly made any progress, which made him feel very negative. The previous ceramic matrix composite materials and metal matrix composite materials can be carried out so smoothly, in the final analysis, it is only due to Tangert's memory , If he really lost himself, it would all be a mess—now he has equipment and assistants, but he is stumbling along.

Is this his true level?

After this kind of thought came into being, the matter about the idiot Huang was thrown farther into the back of his mind.

In fact, this kind of thing is a dead end for him. Although it is said that 90.00% of a person's success is inseparable from hard work, the remaining one percent is also very important-talent, inspiration.Sometimes, you may not be able to make a breakthrough after working hard for a lifetime, but sometimes, you can make a breakthrough with a flash of inspiration.

In fact, Ding Lang knew this truth, but at this time, he himself was in the bureau, so he couldn't see clearly.

He is indeed talented in material science, not to mention Tangerte's memory, coupled with the support of several material science masters, in that respect, his achievements today are definitely not just relying on that memory.

But in terms of machine tools... At least so far, he has not shown any talent different from others. Although the basic knowledge is very solid, he can improve some existing machine tools, but create more advanced machine tools. Almost impossible.

Even Professor Wu Mian felt that Ding Lang was wasting his time, but he couldn't say anything.

The author has something to say: I went to the supermarket today to buy snacks for my friends, and I was shocked when I checked out... Fuck, things are really expensive now (┳_┳)...