After cross-wearing with Xihua, I feel so fragrant

In the second week, Qiu Anbai had gradually adapted to Jiang Ke's fast-paced life, but she couldn't adapt to Jiang Ke's bloody courses.

Why dissect the rabbit! ! !

Seeing the expression of resistance on Qiu Anbai's face, Lin Yan was very puzzled: "Jiang Ke, aren't you the most active in anatomy class? You raised the knife with your hand and dropped it without blinking. What's the matter today?"

"That's right..." Qiu Anbai's voice trembled a little, "I'm also very active today."

Xiaopang, who was not active, finished the anatomy class with a bitter face.

That night, she dreamed that Jiang Ke was wearing a white coat, chasing her with a blood-stained scalpel in his hand, and muttering: "If you cut it open, you will know the reason for our body swap."

After Qiu Anbai woke up the next day, recalling the dream, he realized that even if Jiang Ke chased her, he should use that short, round body.

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Because the body has changed, the voice has also changed. Recently, when my parents called, Qiu Anbai didn't dare to answer it. Jiang Ke seemed to have nothing to do with it. After all, I have to meet Jiang Yan every weekend, so there is no need to call to say hello. .

There is a seven-day holiday on November [-], and Qiu Anbai's birthday is on November [-]rd, so he will definitely not be able to avoid it when he goes home.

Jiang Ke was sitting on the train, there were children playing around, it was very noisy, and Qiu Anbai's nagging in the earphones continued: "You must not let my mother see it, my parents are very easy to get along with, don't be cold-faced , smile at them more, and there will definitely be relatives coming to eat on my birthday, you..."

A child was dishonest while sitting on the seat, and kicked Jiang Ke with his foot shaking.

That kick was not light, Jiang Ke gasped in pain.

Qiu Anbai stopped talking when he heard the movement, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Jiang Ke frowned, grabbed the hand of the child next to him, turned his head and said coldly to him, "Please sit down."

Jiang Ke's force was not light. The child looked at the cold eyes, his nose was sore, and he struggled to complain to the parent next to him: "Mom... Fat sister hit me."

Qiu Anbai heard it clearly: "..."

Her voice sounded almost at the same time as the parent's voice.

Qiu Anbai: "Did you hit someone?"

Parent: "Hey, let go, or I'll call the police."

Jiang Ke pursed his lips and let go, not knowing who he was explaining to: "I didn't hit him."

The child sniffled and flung himself into his mother's arms, and the woman patted him on the back to comfort him while cursing, "I'm so fat that I haven't been educated."

Jiang Ke took a deep look at the woman, closed his eyes, and explained word by word to the position of the earphone microphone: "I'm fine, I just met a brat and an unqualified adult."

Qiu Anbai: "...Oh." I don't seem to have asked if you are okay?

The woman's face turned ugly for a moment, but it seemed that she didn't want to have an argument on the train, and she didn't continue to find fault.

When Jiang Ke got off the train, he saw Qiu's father and Qiu's mother who came to welcome him very enthusiastically.

She remembered Qiu Anbai's advice, and smiled at the two: "Mom and Dad, long time no see."

Qiu's father slapped her on the back of the head, causing Jiang Ke to stagger forward, "Hey, I've been polite to my parents since I came back from college a few months ago."

Jiang Ke barely stood still: "..."

Before Jiang Ke recovered, Qiu's mother rushed forward again, rubbed her arm, and said distressedly: "How long have you been away? Why are you so thin? When you go back, mother will give you a good nourishment."

Jiang Ke really couldn't bear this kind of excessive physical contact, but she didn't dare to push Qiumu too hard, she struggled twice but couldn't break free, sighed in her heart and let Qiumu go.

On the way Jiang Ke went to Qiu Anbai's house, he really felt what Qiu Anbai said was "very easy to get along with."

She couldn't get in a word at all, Qiu's father and Qiu's mother's greetings and concerns could overwhelm her, and she denied her statement "I'm doing well", and agreed that she was wronged.

At noon, Jiang Ke looked at the greasy dishes on the dining table, and she felt that there was a reason for Qiu Anbai to gain weight.

At night, Jiang Ke stood at the door of the room, looking at Qiu Anbai's very girlish room.

Glass balls, rainbow bottles, and all kinds of gadgets are piled up in a circle on the table.

Jiang Ke approached, picked up the glass ball with his white fingers and looked at it.

There are white things floating inside, which seem to represent snowflakes. There is a small house suspended inside, and the snowman stands in front of the door and raises a smiling face.

As soon as Jiang Ke put down the glass ball, the phone in her pocket vibrated. She took it out casually, and answered the phone without looking at it.

Qiu Anbai's voice sounded: "Jiang Ke, how are you doing today?"

"It's pretty good, my parents didn't notice it." Jiang Ke lowered his eyes, slid his finger on the rainbow bottle, and slid down along the color dividing line.

Qiu Anbai sounded weird and corrected her: "...that's my parents."

"It's mine now." Jiang Ke smiled, "Fatty girl, your room is quite messy."

Qiu Anbai was stunned.

Fat Ya is her parents who gave her a nickname. When she was young, she didn’t know the name well, so she called it as they wanted. When she grew up, she felt that this name was stupid. After many troubles, she asked them to change it. In the end, even Qiu’s father and Qiu’s mother couldn’t change it. Come on, let it go.

At this time, hearing Jiang Ke's joking shout, Qiu Anbai's cheeks became hot, feeling very ashamed.

"Don't call me that."

"Quite cute."

"Not at all! Jiang Ke, don't you have a nickname?" Qiu Anbai wanted to get out of Jiang Ke, and then yelled a few more times to fight her back.

Jiang Ke thought for a while, "I really don't have one."

"Then your family is too impersonal."

"Indeed, haven't you seen it before?" Jiang Ke withdrew his hand from stroking the rainbow bottle, and then fell down on Qiu Anbai's bed.

There is a smell of washing powder on the sheets, which smells good.

Qiu Anbai thought of Jiang Ke's note on her document that her parents divorced when she was four years old, and felt that what she just said was not right.

But just apologizing for this is too hypocritical, she stiffly changed the topic: "My room is not messy, and my mother should have tidied it up."

"It's okay, it's not tidy, things are messy, some things are very old and don't throw away, they take up a lot of space." Jiang Ke glanced at the room and commented objectively.

Qiu An became angry in vain: "Those things have my good memories, do you understand! And your room is too gloomy, I can't sleep at night."

"The simple color scheme of black, white and gray should make people feel relaxed."

Qiu Anbai scolded in his heart to relax.

Just as she was about to argue, a voice on the other end of the phone interrupted her.

"Fatty, mom made egg pancakes."

Familiar with the warm voice, before Qiu Anbai had time to feel it, Jiang Ke's cold words made her suppress all her emotions.

"Mom, eating late at night is a very bad habit."

Qiu Anbai wanted to remind Jiang Ke not to be so rigid, but she was afraid that Qiu's mother would reveal something when she heard it, so she didn't make a sound in the end.

Under the offensive of Qiu's mother asking for warmth and constantly selling miserably, Jiang Ke still took it.

Qiu Anbai was delighted to hear it.

Unexpectedly, you, Jiang Ke, also have a time when you are helpless.

When Qiu's mother left the room, Jiang Ke looked at the blacked-out screen, heard the faint sound of breathing inside, and asked, "Why don't you speak?"

Qiu Anbai had washed up and was lying on the bed at this time, she turned over lazily, and then howled: "I want to eat the omelette fried by my mother."

Jiang Ke looked down at the pancake that was still warm in his hand, and slightly parted his lips: "This should be quite simple to make. I'll make it for you after the [-]th."

Qiu Anbai was so frightened by the sudden tenderness that she almost lost her grip on the phone. She couldn't help but confirm it again: "You just said, you, Jiang Ke, make me egg pancakes?"

Jiang Ke responded softly: "Yes."

There seemed to be a little smile.

Qiu Anbai felt that his heart had been hit by an arrow.

She was a little suspicious of life: "Jiang Ke, are you in a particularly good mood?"

Jiang Ke nodded: "Not bad."

"why?"

"I don't know," Jiang Ke also lay down on the bed. The two of them were separated by a space, and their postures were unexpectedly similar. She held her chin, put her phone on the pillow, and looked at it seriously, "I just think your house is pretty good. Can't tell."

After waiting for a while, Qiu Anbai didn't respond, Jiang Ke pursed his lips and added: "I cook well, maybe the taste is not the same as your mother's cooking, but this is what I can do to make up for it."

Qiu Anbai stared at the phone screen inexplicably in a daze, but Jiang Ke pulled her back with one sentence, "Compensation?"

"Well, I'll eat you a pie and give you back one."

"I thought you wouldn't eat it."

"Your mother's heart, don't throw it away. Supper at night is the easiest way to gain weight. I will run two more laps tomorrow."

Qiu Anbai's heart softened, Jiang Ke actually had some feelings.

But she felt distressed when she thought that her body was being tortured by Jiang Ke every day, Qiu Anbai couldn't help but persuade Jiang Ke: "Don't be so tense, relax for a few days and you'll be fine, your body needs to have an adaptation process. "

"From the experimental results of many people, it seems that relaxing for a few days will only make the weight come back."

Qiu Anbai sighed, well, this is still that half-robot that lacks emotion.

Qiu Anbai wanted to talk about something more, but Jiang Ke straightforwardly explained the reason for ending the conversation: "It's eleven o'clock, and I still have half an hour to finish the two tasks of eating egg pancakes and washing up. Hang up first, pay attention to your work and rest time, don't exceed twelve o'clock, good night."

There was still an unexpected "beep—" on the other end, but Qiu Anbai recalled the good night, and was not as angry as before when Jiang Ke hung up the phone.

At least there is progress.

Xiaopang put himself in the quilt and wrapped it tightly, probably because Jiang Ke's words guided him to have a psychological hint. Qiu Anbai suddenly felt that the black, white and gray room seemed less depressing.

The mobile phone on the pillow vibrated and turned on the screen. Qiu Anbai was too lazy to stretch out her hand to get out of the warm blanket, but seeing that the message was from Jiang Ke, she still endured the cold and swiped the phone.

Click on it, and Jiang Ke sent a picture in the dialog box.

On a snow-white porcelain plate, there is a piece of fried golden cake on it, with ham sausage sandwiched in the cake.

This picture stood out in the routine news reports they exchanged.

Qiu Anbai tapped two words on the screen with his fingertips.

【Good night. 】