keep running, i won't break your legs

, dragged him to his right as if nothing had happened, and said, "What do you want to talk about?"

Chen Ming raised his wrist and glanced at his watch: "It's already 5 o'clock, shall we talk while eating?"

He didn't know what Chen Ming wanted to talk to him about, so he had no choice but to agree.

After a while, the old professor was going to blow his beard and stare with anger again. He promised to help him today, but it turned out to be a waste of time.

27. Scumbag!

There are many restaurants off-campus. Chen Ming randomly found one that was pleasing to the eye and went in. He ordered a few light dishes, and when he handed the menu to Qin Siyuan, he was rejected.

"I'm not hungry," Qin Siyuan pushed back the menu and said almost ruthlessly, "Mr. Chen has something to say."

What can he say?It's impossible to use the title to touch the bad head of this person, right?So he could only mention another thing: "Aren't you going to work in my company, I want to ask what you can do?"

Although he promised readily, his company can't support useless people, otherwise, if those old stubborn people find out, not only Qin Yuan, but also himself will be in trouble.

No, where did this idea appear?

Qin Siyuan lowered his head, looking at it from Chen Ming's perspective, he even pursed his lips stubbornly.

"I can do nothing."

He looked like a puppy abandoned in winter, he was injured all over, but he stubbornly kept silent, curled up in the snowdrift and shivered quietly.

Chen Ming felt distressed all of a sudden, but he had to know something, otherwise he couldn't bring him to the company.

"Think about it again," he said cautiously, afraid of touching his wound, "for example, what kind of part-time job do you usually do?"

Qin Siyuan lowered his head, as if he was really thinking seriously.

Not long after, he raised his head and said solemnly: "Waiter."

A waiter who was two tables away from them looked over in confusion: "Sir, did you call me?"

Chen Ming quickly waved his hands: "It's okay."

It’s true to think about it, it’s definitely not easy to find a job with poor grades, and the threshold for waiters is low, so it’s easier to get in than others.

He murmured these words for a while, to be honest, he couldn't imagine what it would be like to have a waiter in his company, but well, it doesn't seem good to ask someone to be a cleaner.

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration, and looked at Qin Siyuan with burning eyes: "Qin Yuan, can you serve tea and water?"

"meeting."

Qin Siyuan lowered his head, curled his lips slightly, and took the bait.

"That's easy," Chen Ming clapped his hands and said cheerfully, "I still need a life assistant."

Life assistants are actually completely unnecessary, but this is the only idle position in the company that has been vacant all the time. He used to resolutely refuse to accept the assistants they stuffed him because he thought it was unnecessary.

But Qin Yuan was different, he felt that he was different the first time he saw him.

Whether he is looking for Qin Siyuan's shadow, or he is really in a hurry, this person, he wants to get close, but he doesn't want to get close.

No, he regretted it as soon as he said that.

Qin Siyuan agreed quickly, leaving no room for him to go back on his word.

He smiled concealedly, picked up the tea and took a sip.

"etc......"

The cup of tea was just mixed, Qin Siyuan couldn't stop it, Chen Ming took a big gulp and poured it into his mouth, it was so hot that tears came out.

He refused to spit it out, no matter how hot it was, he couldn't spit it out, it was too detrimental to self-cultivation.

"Spit it out," Qin Siyuan stood up and walked to him, saying forcefully, "Hurry up."

Chen Ming shook his head, his eyes sparkling.

Qin Siyuan's stomach tightened, and then he held back, picked up the cup and put it to his mouth, and said again uncompromisingly: "Spit it out, I won't say it a third time."

If there is a third time, he will do it, until the Daoist spits it out.

An inexplicable grievance welled up in Chen Ming's heart, obediently spit out the saliva that made his scalp numb, and then looked at him with tear-soaked eyes, as if to say: Don't be so fierce.

Qin Siyuan withdrew his hand, went back and sat down again.

"Feel sorry."

The old fool on the opposite side blushed, and pretended to be calm and joked with him: "The life assistant is online soon."

Although he lost face in front of his future subordinates today, it did not hinder his good mood for the day, but when he returned to the apartment and saw someone, his face immediately changed from sunny to rainy.

Qin Siyuan returned to the laboratory, and just put on the mask when there was a loud roar outside the door.

"Qin, Si, Yuan!"

He paused, then put on his gloves expressionlessly.

People in the laboratory cast admiring glances at him one after another. Brother Qin, who survived under that "golden lion king" and was so calm, is simply the idol of medical students like them.

The "Golden Retriever Lion King" is over half a century old, and due to years of experimentation, he became a Mediterranean early, but he refused to accept his old age and insisted on getting a nondescript wig.

What's wrong with him, he insisted on wearing a half-length blond wig with that kind grandfather's face, no matter how he looked at it, he felt weird.

Besides his personality, he is always light on his talent and arrogance. In the past 20 years, he has not personally supervised any students, and he plunged into the laboratory as soon as he arrived at the school. This is no different from Qin Siyuan.

But Beijing University is willing to support him, because this old man with a bad temper enjoys a high reputation in the world, and he has published countless SCI articles. Many people come here admiringly, but he rejects them all.

I don't know where Qin Siyuan got his favor. Throughout the university, he has made it his goal for the rest of his life to train Qin Siyuan to be the next "Golden Retriever Lion King".

Qin Siyuan originally didn't want to make it public, but this old man has been clinging to him, wishing he could tie him to his belt. If he hadn't sternly refused and threatened to beat him up, this old man would have dragged him to the street .

"Qin Siyuan Qin Siyuan," the little old man ran in aggressively, "I agreed to follow me to City A today, where are you?!"

Qin Siyuan didn't even look at him, and lazily replied: "Sleep."

"Sleep?! Do you know how precious our research time is?! You're actually sleeping all day today?!"

The little old man was blowing his beard and staring with anger as he expected, but he didn't mind adding fuel to the fire.

"Tomorrow too."

"you you you!"

He was doing the experiment while talking, completely free from external influences, so until he finished the experiment and the little old man was slobbering, he didn't say a word.

At around 10 o'clock in the evening, Qin Siyuan finally put down the little experiment in his hand, and was carried out by the little old man.

"How many times have I told you?" He looked full of hatred and wanted to pull his ears, but he was not tall enough, so he had to pull his sleeves halfway, "Don't use your hands when doing experiments!"

Just passing by a few students from other colleges, they couldn't help but stop and look back after hearing what he said.

These days, there are quite a few lunatics studying medicine.

No matter what they thought, Qin Siyuan replied nonchalantly: "Isn't the result the same?"

"You, forget it, it doesn't make sense."

Qin Siyuan glanced at him mercifully, and then said mercilessly: "It's okay, I'm going back to sleep."

He lifted his feet and left, leaving the little old man behind and roaring regardless of his appearance: "Sleep! Sleep every day! Are you a pig!"

Qin Siyuan touched the hard tendons on his arm, um, no.

Back in the dormitory, Shao Xueyang was watching a small movie with a box of family barrels in his arms.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he waved casually: "I'm back, far away."

"Ah."

After he took a shower, Shao Xueyang also finished watching the short movie, and there was only one thing left in his brain.

"Far away, brother Chen asked me for your phone number."

"Oh, and then what?"

"I, I said you don't have a cell phone."

Then Qin Siyuan paused for wiping his hair, looking at him clearly said: Are you an idiot?

"I didn't expect him to ask this suddenly." Shao Xueyang pouted, "Besides, you didn't tell me what you want to do."

Qin Siyuan raised his eyebrows, still feeling that this person was extremely stupid.

But speaking of it, Chen Ming didn't ask himself for a phone call either.

"Nothing, give it to him next time."

"Ah? Far away, don't you hate human interaction?"

Qin Siyuan narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice, "He's different."

Shao Xueyang nodded, indeed, Chen Ming is a scumbag!

28. Tsundere?

After asking Gu Zihang to forge his ID card, Qin Siyuan was waiting for news from Chen Ming at school.

But after waiting for several days, he didn't get any news from Shao Xueyang about that person, which kept him depressed for a long time.

But he didn't want to show how much he cared about Chen Ming, so he could only stare quietly at Shao Xueyang all day long, hoping that he would be more conscious and figure things out by himself.

Shao Xueyang was terrified of being stared at, but he didn't expect it to be because of this.

While secretly sweating, Chen Ming called.

"Hello, Brother Chen?"

Qin Siyuan quietly moved a little closer. After Shao Xueyang noticed it, he simply turned on the speakerphone.

"Well, it's me."

His voice sounded particularly tired, and his throat seemed to be much hoarse.

Shao Xueyang didn't think too much, and took the phone a little far away and asked, "What's the matter, Brother Chen?"

"It's nothing serious, just give me Qin Yuan's phone number."

"Ah?" Shao Xueyang glanced at Qin Yuan in embarrassment, and answered after getting approval, "It's far beside me, I'll give him the phone, you can tell him."

The person at the other end paused, and then said softly: "Okay."

Qin Siyuan answered the phone without saying a word.

"Qin Yuan?"

"Ah."

Chen Ming breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm busy these days, so I haven't contacted you, sorry."

"Ah."

"have you eaten?"

"Ah."

"Are you still working part-time?"

"Ah."

Qin Siyuan turned off the hands-free, lay back, and leaned comfortably on the back of the chair. Shao Xueyang seemed to be watching