缠绵 游戏

Jing Tian didn't know what to say, so he could only keep his mouth shut, and kept his head down.

Zheng Xunqian was not obsessed with the topic just now.

He pointed to the lunch box in front of Jing Tian, ​​and said, "Eat more, or it will be wasted."

Jing Tian picked up the barreled fast food box and drank it very hard.

After all, if there is something to do, it won't be too embarrassing.

"Be careful of thorns," Zheng Xunqian reminded him, "If you get stuck, you really have to go to the hospital."

Jing Tian put down the fish soup, licked his lips, and said, "I'll leave after eating. I'm sick and need to rest. You should sleep more."

"I slept all day."

Zheng Xunqian said.

Jing Tian glanced at him and said, "Come on, sleep a little longer."

"All right," Zheng Xunqian sighed, "Anyway, you just want to leave."

"I'm not a medicine, so it's useless to keep it."

Jing Tian said.

"It works," Zheng Xunqian said, "I'm much better than before."

Jing Tian bit his lip.

He secretly glanced at Zheng Xunqian, and quickly looked away.

Zheng Xunqian was dressed casually, with a loose neckline, revealing the complete neck and a small half of the clavicle skin.

There was still an unnaturally dark mark on it.

His heart pounded for a while, seeing that Zheng Xunqian was about to speak again, he suddenly said loudly: "That's right! I have two questions and I don't know how to do them!"

Zheng Xunqian was startled by him for a moment: "What question?"

"Yes...it's that..." Jing Tian licked his lips nervously, recalling for a long time, his mind was in a mess, "Yes..."

Damn, why can't I remember it at all.

"Did I send it to you before?" Zheng Xunqian asked.

Jing Tian nodded quickly.

Zheng Xunqian opened his laptop, found the folder, clicked on the exercise set, and pushed it in front of him.

Jing Tian quickly found out the question that troubled him.

"I made it different from the reference answer, and I don't know which step went wrong."

After finishing speaking, he removed the bowls and chopsticks in front of him, asked Zheng Xunqian for a piece of draft paper, and began to write quickly.

He had checked and checked many times just now, and he was able to write down the steps almost without much calculation.

Zheng Xunqian watched quietly, and when he finished writing, he picked it up and checked it in his heart, and said, "That's right."

"But it's different from the answer!" Jing Tian said.

Zheng Xunqian found the corresponding standard answer and glanced at it: "The answer is wrong."

Jing Tian was stunned.

"You are right," Zheng Xunqian clicked on the paper, "The thinking is very clear, you did a good job."

Jing Tian blinked his eyes twice, and heaved a sigh of relief: "No wonder I couldn't find the problem after tossing for more than half an hour."

Zheng Xunqian put down the draft paper: "You should be more confident, if you can't find a problem anywhere, then the answer must be wrong."

"...I'm still studying again, and I don't study well. For me, the answer is authority, so I wouldn't think of questioning it."

"So, for you, I am more authoritative than the standard answer?" Zheng Xunqian asked.

Jing Tian didn't say anything for a while.

It seems that this is indeed the case. On such issues, as long as Zheng Xunqian opens his mouth, he will be convinced unconditionally.

This is obviously a very serious and natural thing, but for some reason he feels embarrassed and ashamed to admit it.

"There is one more question." He deliberately avoided Zheng Xunqian's sight, and manipulated the mouse to turn down the page. "This, I have no idea at all. There is only one answer, and there is no process."

Zheng Xunqian glanced at it and said, "We haven't talked about this yet, are you previewing?"

Jing Tian's heart skipped a beat.

He originally thought that Zheng Xunqian would no longer tutor him, so he tried to learn by himself.

Now it seems that Zheng Xunqian should still be willing to continue teaching him, and his behavior seems a bit embarrassing.

"I... I'll just look around."

Jing Tian said.

Zheng Xunqian stared at his face for a few seconds, nodded slowly, and responded softly: "Oh."

A short word, but it means a lot.

"Forget it, let's talk about this question next time!" Jing Tian stood up, "Go to bed early."

Zheng Xunqian was still sitting, raised his head: "Okay."

Jing Tian looked at him, and suddenly felt a little bit reluctant, so he stood where he was, looking for nothing to say: "How do you feel now, are you better?"

Zheng Xunqian touched his forehead: "I can't tell, my hands are also hot, so I can't tell the difference."

Jing Tian hesitated for a while, then raised his hand.

Because of nervousness, his movements were a little slow, and he lifted it up to mid-air, and was caught by Zheng Xunqian.

Zheng Xunqian took his hand and pulled him towards her.

Jing Tian foolishly took half a step forward, and then Zheng Xunqian hugged his waist again.

Zheng Xunqian's hand slowly moved up along his back, passed his neck, and inserted his fingers into his soft hair.

Jing Tian's body gradually became stiff, but when Zheng Xunqian tried to use a little force, he almost bent down without any resistance.

Facing Zheng Xunqian's slightly upturned face, he even wanted to close his eyes subconsciously.

Fortunately not.

Zheng Xunqian led him, pressed his forehead lightly against him, and asked, "Is it still hot?"

Jing Tian didn't make a sound.

After being dazed for a few seconds, he stood up abruptly and took a step back.

"What's wrong?" Zheng Xunqian asked.

Jing Tian shook his head slowly, opened his mouth, and quickly closed it again.

He was a little confused, his ears were buzzing, and he couldn't speak.

The corners of Zheng Xunqian's mouth were slightly curved, and he asked again, "Are you dizzy too?"

Yes, I was dizzy too, very dizzy.

Jing Tian turned his head and stopped looking at him. After a few seconds, he finally came back to his senses and realized his gaffe.

The small piece of skin on his forehead that had been in contact with Zheng Xunqian exuded an astonishing heat.

"You have a bad burn."

He said to Zheng Xunqian.

Zheng Xunqian didn't make a sound.

"Need to sleep more, take medicine on time," Jing Tian continued, "and...drink more hot water, and keep warm."

"……Oh."

"I go first."

Jing Tian was about to turn around as he spoke, but stopped again before reaching the door.

"You don't need these?" He asked, pointing to the leftover lunch box on the table.

Zheng Xunqian nodded.

Jing Tian walked over quickly, lowered his head and tidied up carefully: "You have a good rest and get well soon."

"Okay," Zheng Xunqian said, "Thank you."

When she returned to the dormitory, Yang Yue was still playing games.

"It's back," he said without raising his head, "what's the matter, he yelled and ran away again, what happened?"

"Why are you still playing?" Jing Tian was surprised, "Aren't your eyes sore?"

"Don't mention it," Yang Yue said with a bitter face, "If you want to win, you will bet, and you have been betting until now."

Jing Tian carefully observed his expression, and secretly judged in his heart that this one might be more or less ominous.

"You haven't answered me yet!" Yang Yue asked, "What's the matter?"

"...I have a few questions that I don't understand, so I went to ask them."

Jing Tian avoids the serious and takes the light.

Yang Yue suddenly raised her head: "Zheng Xunqian?"

"Look at your phone, don't drag your teammates down!" Jing Tian reached out and pointed at his phone.

Yang Yue stared at him for two seconds, then lowered her head, but kept saying, "Are you looking for him again?"

Jing Tian felt guilty and didn't make a sound.

"I'll wipe it!" Yang Yue yelled, "You must be sick!"

Jing Tian was taken aback: "No, that, I...he...he actually didn't..."

"Can you play! What mental retardation!" Yang Yue continued to shout, "Is this person joking?"

Jing Tian was stunned for a while, then heaved a sigh of relief.

Yang Yue's fingers stopped moving quickly, she sighed a long time at the screen, and put down the phone dejectedly.

"...Sorrow is changing," Jing Tian said, "It's just a game, don't take it to heart."

"What did you just say?" Yang Yue asked, "He actually has nothing?"

"What are you doing, what are you nervous about? I don't care about you," Yang Yue couldn't laugh or cry, "You're such an adult, you just need to know what you're doing."

Jing Tian smiled at him.

The problem is, he doesn't know what he's doing.

That's why he was so nervous that he didn't dare to confess, fearing that if he did something stupid, Yang Yue would have to worry about him.

Jing Tian walked up to Yang Yue, sat down, and asked, "I liked Chu Chentao before, right?"

Yang Yue curled her lips: "Yeah, that's why I said you have bad eyesight."

"That shouldn't be a recent thing, right?" Jing Tian guessed.

"Well," Yang Yue nodded, "We just met each other not long ago when we were freshmen."

"Did I feel sorry for him during that time?" Jing Tian asked again.

"Why do you ask these things? It's all over," Yang Yue said, "He doesn't deserve to be missed by you."

"I don't feel the slightest bit about him now," Jing Tian said, "Whether you say I like him or feel sad, I don't feel anything. It's like listening to someone else's story."

Yang Yue was a little curious and asked, "What exactly do you want to say?"

"I was stupid at the time, that's why I hurt myself," Jing Tian said in a low voice with his head lowered, "But it's over, it's over.

Given time, mistakes will be corrected. "

"...You were hit on the head," Yang Yue said, "so I forgot all about it."

Jing Tian shook his head.

That's different.

He still remembered Zheng Xunqian.

He forgot his name, appearance, and all the past between the two of them, but he still remembered him.

He will be nervous about him, will not be able to restrain his desire to be close to him, will be afraid of him, and will miss him.

It might be wrong, too, and he was sure it broke his heart.

Not only in the past, but if he continues to approach Zheng Xunqian, he may repeat the same mistakes in the future.

"People can't always be afraid of making mistakes, just patronize and hide..." Jing Tian said.

Yang Yue was very dissatisfied with his mystification: "Can you talk like a normal person?"

Jing Tian touched his nose: "I may still...will meet Zheng Xunqian often in the future."

He didn't know what he wanted to do, what he was doing.

But he knows what he can't do.

He couldn't firmly avoid Zheng Xunqian.

Yang Yue frowned and looked at him for a while, shook her head, and picked up the phone again: "It's up to you."

After a while, he added: "If he makes you unhappy, I can scold him with you."