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Zheng Xunqian should have tried to be patient.

He lowered his head very low, restrained and didn't make a sound, but the shaking of his shoulders still exposed him.

It was the first time Jing Tian saw him laugh so exaggeratedly.

How funny was my original appearance?Jing Tian blushed and muttered softly, "Stop laughing."

Zheng Xunqian pursed his lips and nodded at him: "En."

But the still obvious curvature of his lips made his promise seem unconvincing.

Just then, the waiter called their number.

Just as Jing Tian was about to get up, Zheng Xunqian stood up in front of him, gestured to him, and walked towards the dining area.

His back, his shoulders were still shaking.

Jing Tian lowered his head and put his hands on his cheeks.

So hot, so embarrassing.

Zheng Xunqian is really annoying.

Unexpectedly, the so-called tomato soup base of this Malatang shop actually tastes spicy.

"Is there?" Zheng Xunqian took a sip with a spoon and asked doubtfully, "Is it your psychological effect?"

Jing Tian looked at the thick layer of red oil on his bowl of Malatang, speechless.

The mucous membrane inside his mouth felt a strong stimulation. If it wasn't for worrying about being unsightly, he would have stuck out his tongue like a puppy to enjoy the cool.

Zheng Xunqian asked again: "Can't eat at all?"

"...No." Jing Tian didn't dare to close his mouth, and his words were a bit leaky, "It should be okay if you eat slowly."

"Don't force it."

Jing Tian shook his head, took out a small piece of wax gourd, and blew on it until it became less hot, before putting it in his mouth.

He frowned and squinted his eyes half-opened his mouth while chewing and making a "hissing" sound. It took him a long time to finally swallow the wax gourd, and then let out a long sigh of relief.

"It's really okay, I can accept it," he said to Zheng Xunqian, "The taste is very special, quite delicious!"

After finishing speaking, Zheng Xunqian was found laughing non-stop with his head down.

"As for..." Jing Tian stared at him and muttered.

"Eat slowly," Zheng Xunqian picked up his chopsticks, "Take it easy, don't spray my bowl if it gets spicy."

Seeing that Jing Tian was still looking at him with a displeased face, he said again: "It's okay, I don't dislike you even now when I really pissed off."

Jing Tian didn't want to talk to him, he lowered his head to eat for a while, then suddenly realized something, raised his head and asked, "So you used to dislike him, right?"

Zheng Xunqian still didn't change his face when he ate spicy food, but his expression changed obviously when he heard this question.

"Be reasonable," he said to Jing Tian, ​​"Even if you spray it in your own bowl, you will still be disgusted."

He had run out of words, Jing Tian gave up discussing this topic and continued to bury his head in hard work.

Because he was too bad at eating spicy food, his eating speed became extremely slow.

Zheng Xunqian finished eating, but there was still more than half of his bowl left, the fans were all swollen, and he was still blowing food piece by piece patiently to cool down.

"Don't force it," Zheng Xunqian said, "It's fine if you're not used to it."

"It's okay," Jing Tian wiped off the sweat slightly floating on his forehead, "I'm getting used to it."

If you eat too much, the taste is quite addictive.

"I'm afraid your stomach is not used to it."

Zheng Xunqian said.

"But, if you don't eat, you will be hungry in the afternoon."

Jing Tian said.

Zheng Xunqian thought for a while and said: "Please drink milk tea, add more ingredients, the same."

Jing Tian fell into a psychological struggle.

The bowl of mala tang and sweet milk tea in front of him are both attractive to him, and it is difficult to choose for a while.

"Let's go," Zheng Xunqian said, "your lips are all red."

Jing Tian took a sip, feeling a little awkward.

He struggled for three seconds and made up his mind: "Two more bites!"

Drinking a sip of cold milk tea when you have a spicy mouthful, it feels wonderful.

Holding the cup of milk tea, he let out a long and comfortable sigh, and when he turned around, he found that Zheng Xunqian was frowning.

"...what's the matter?" he asked.

"It's not good for the stomach," Zheng Xunqian said, "If you don't order hot ones, you should at least order room temperature ones."

"Normal temperature doesn't taste good," Jing Tian touched his stomach: "It's okay, I didn't eat much just now."

Although it was very stimulating to him, it was only slightly spicy after all. The tomato soup itself was not too greasy. His stomach has always been healthy, so it shouldn't be a problem.

With a helpless expression on his face, Zheng Xunqian took a sip of the oolong tea he just bought from a convenience store, and said, "It's up to you."

The two walked into the school all the way, and Jing Tian's stomach was stuffed with pearl taro balls and pudding in the milk tea.

"Is it still spicy?" Zheng Xunqian asked.

"A little bit," Jing Tian said, "The mouth is fine, but the lips are hot."

After he finished speaking, he realized that Zheng Xunqian's eyes were fixed on his lips, and immediately became flustered, and lowered his head deliberately.

"Like lipstick."

Zheng Xunqian said.

Jing Tian raised his hand and wiped it with the back of his hand, it was hot.

He walked all the way, thinking all the way, would Zheng Xunqian find this excuse to touch her, or go one step further.

Zheng Xunqian has been looking at him, his eyes are too obvious, which makes his already hot lips feel more uncomfortable.

He couldn't help but licked it up, and then changed to biting lightly with his teeth.

His lips seemed to be slightly swollen due to the spicy heat, and became thicker than usual, a little sticky.

"...What are you looking at, don't look at it."

He lowered his head and complained softly.

"Oh."

Zheng Xunqian responded.

After that, he really didn't watch it anymore.

None of the scenes that Jing Tian imagined happened.

There is class in the afternoon.

Jing Tian was worried that Yang Yue would be addicted to games or would not be able to get up after taking a nap alone in the dormitory, so he made a phone call as a reminder after calculating the time.

Yang Yue yelled after picking up the phone, saying that it was a critical moment of a game, and ordered him to hang up immediately.

After hanging up the phone, Jing Tian worriedly waited until the last minute before class, and the internet-addicted boy finally arrived late.

Yang Yue rushed into the classroom at a gallop. After taking her seat, she was sweating profusely and panting, looking half dead from exhaustion.

"Are you okay..." Jing Tian looked at him helplessly.

But Yang Yue smiled at him and made a V letter: "I tried my best to turn the tide, and finally passed the tribulation and successfully promoted to the rank of master!"

Jing Tian was speechless, and after a while he shook his head with a smile: "That's good."

"Of course, otherwise you have to pay me," Yang Yue said, glanced at him on the other side, and asked in a low voice, "Did you say it?"

Jing Tian nodded, relying on Zheng Xunqian's angle of not being able to see, he mouthed to Yang Yue: "Go back and tell you."

Seeing Yang Yue nodding, he looked guiltyly in Zheng Xunqian's direction.

Zheng Xunqian was playing with his mobile phone with his head down.

Looking at Yang Yue again, she was half lying on the table.

Jing Tian felt in his heart that it was not easy for him to be able to keep listening carefully when he was sandwiched between such two people in class every day.

Unfortunately, less than 10 minutes later, he also began to lose his mind.

This kind of compulsory course belonging to ideological and political aspects has its own hypnotic nature, and the teacher's teaching is also lacking in passion, and it has nothing to do with the major. It is also scheduled at 01:30 in the afternoon, which is really anti-human.

Jing Tian yawned with tears in his eyes, turned his head to look sideways, and found that Yang Yue, who had been lying on the table for a long time, was half-closed and still not asleep.

He looked sleepily at the screen of his mobile phone which he had put aside, and typed slowly with one hand, as if he was chatting with someone.

Sensing Jing Tian's gaze, Yang Yue didn't intend to hide it, and pouted her lips to signal Jing Tian to take a look.

Jing Tian turned around and found that there was a dialogue window on the interface of Yang Yue's phone.

The other person's nickname is displayed on the top: What's for lunch today?

Jing Tian recognized that this was Shu Ziqin's account.

He suddenly became interested, stretched out his hand and swiped the screen of Yang Yue's mobile phone, and took a rough look at the content of the chat between the two.

Unspeakable, very embarrassing.

Shu Ziqin asked Yang Yue what he had for lunch two hours ago, and then took a picture of his lunch for Yang Yue. After hearing Yang Yue said that he only ate instant noodles, he seriously emphasized the lack of nutrition, and asked if he could buy some for him. send it.

Yang Yue's reply was very polite and perfunctory.

"Thank you, no, I'm full." "I'm a little busy now, let's talk later." "Haha, I'm going to class. Goodbye."

In the recent news, Shu Ziqin was afraid that he would miss the roll call if he went out so late, and then exaggeratedly said, "It's too late for the senior to run so fast and powerful", and then asked worriedly, "Did the senior run so tired with water? Be thirsty".

Yang Yue yawned, and murmured to Jing Tian in a low voice: "What does this man want to do, why is he talking so much nonsense?"

Jing Tian didn't know how to explain.

Yang Yue soon couldn't even open her eyes, and said in a daze, "Help me back to him, he's asleep, and we'll talk about it later."

Jing Tian didn't know what to do, and sent it according to his original words.

The reply came after ten seconds.

—— Be careful not to be discovered by the teacher!

Jing Tian put down his phone and glanced at Yang Yue, who was completely asleep.

Back in the dormitory, Jing Tian and Yang Yue roughly relayed the exchange with Zheng Xunqian on moving the dormitory.

"So, he didn't apply, but just casually mentioned something to Lao Xia?" Yang Yue frowned.

"Almost," Jing Tian said, "Mr. Xia thinks I know it too."

"It's weird," Yang Yue said with a look of disbelief, "With his grades, does he seem like someone with such a bad memory?"

Jing Tian thought, quite similar.

Yang Yue has a different point of view: "Even if he doesn't care about other things, it's related to you, how could he just forget about it so casually?"

This statement is also justified.

"...too many things have happened."

Jing Tian said awkwardly.

"what's up?"

They fell asleep, and the next day they turned their faces and refused to recognize anyone, and Zheng Xunqian developed a fever immediately afterwards.

If they are piled up in a mess, it is reasonable to forget the truth.

"He was sick a few days ago," Jing Tian had no choice but to say the last one, "In short, you still don't want someone to move here, right?"

"Think about it differently. If I get a girlfriend and let her live in, the three of us will sleep in one room, can you bear it?" Yang Yue said.

Jing Tian thinks that the actual situation is a bit different from this example, but since Yang Yue is unwilling, he can't force it.

Jing Tian sighed: "I understand."

At this moment, his cell phone vibrated.

The other party involved in the topic did not forget easily this time, and came to inquire about the situation.

——Have you asked Yang Yue?