Substitute attack addicted to scientific research

Yan Yueheng was about to refute that he was rich and handsome, so why did Helian Xiuming say he didn't like it.

However, on second thought.

Why should I please him.

Yan Yueheng took a leisurely "tsk", raised his eyebrows and said:

"Of course I am more than rich to please people, but you only deserve to let me spend money to do it, understand?"

"My patience is limited, you'd better make a decision early."

Helian Xiuming: "..."

Helian Xiuming didn't bother to pay attention to him, and glanced at the book to be translated, then pressed the white paper into obedience, unscrewed the ink bottle, tapped the ink with the pen, and started translating from the beginning.

When we first met, Senior Brother Yan was fine.But it was revealed so quickly, and there was such an arrogant and arrogant person behind the scenes.

While writing down the word "catalogue", Helian Xiuming said:

"Brother, I agree to the three chapters of your agreement, and I also hope that you will not disturb me when I am working and studying."

Yan Yueheng: "..."

Don't bother me, Yan Yueheng feels uncomfortable all over.

Yan Yueheng leaned on the stairs beside the bed, raised his eyebrows condescendingly:

"Heh, how much is the translation? How much is it for you to hang out with me? It doesn't even count—"

"Even if you have the guts, what's the use of having the guts? Now that some people still use handwritten translations, you can't even afford a computer."

Helian Xiuming turned a deaf ear, the tip of the pen brushed across the paper, making a swishing sound.

The handwriting turned out to be like a print, with iron hooks and silver hooks, vigorous and powerful.

His sharpness is unmistakable, and his words are like his own.

Yan Yueheng couldn't help but think of the scene where Helian Xiuming with a sullen face and well-defined forearm muscles used all his strength to tear apart his underwear...

Horse's.

It was so hot that he felt hot all over.

Yan Yueheng returned to his desk, picked up the remote control of the air conditioner, and lowered the temperature.

Thinking of something again, he said to Helian Xiuming: "If you don't come with me, the electricity bill for the air conditioner will be shared equally, so you won't even be able to pay the electricity bill?"

Helian Xiuming still ignored him.

In such a short period of time, the translation of the catalog he wrote has already written half a page.

Helian Xiuming is like a living printing press, without a ruler or lines on the paper, the pen does it bit by bit, even the small dots between the title and the page number are neatly dotted.

Even the translation doesn't seem to need to think, and I have never heard the sound of swishing.

Didn't even look at him.

Yan Yueheng walked over again, snickered and said:

"Where do you come from? Do drafts need to be so serious and beautiful? You don't need to use a computer for translation? Don't you need to hand in computer documents? Do you want someone to type your translation manuscript into a computer?"

Helian Xiuming was stunned, and said: "Senior sister and the others didn't say anything."

Immediately, one thing came to mind: "Is there no scanner for image-to-text conversion now?"

Yan Yueheng smiled: "You bumpkin is so whimsical, I've never heard of it."

Helian Xiuming also smiled and said, "Very good."

Then he can make one.

Yan Yueheng:?

But after Helian Xiuming finished speaking, he ignored him again.

The sound of brushing, brushing the pen tip across the paper, accompanied by the clicking sound of the air conditioner, made Yan Yueheng extremely irritable.

He stared at Helian Xiuming's quiet, focused profile, which resembled Duan Xiuzhou's side face, and for the first time felt that this face was simply annoying.

Helian Xiuming was so focused, as if he seemed to be very idle.

Yan Yueheng had nothing to do, picked up a book casually, but couldn't read anything, couldn't help but tapped Helian Xiuming's chair leg, and said:

"Hey, bumpkin, are you really drafting? It's so slow, why don't you use my computer."

brush brush --

Yan Yueheng kicked lightly again:

"Your bed is really old, and the color is too ugly. It doesn't match my dormitory at all."

brush brush --

Yan Yueheng put his foot on Helian Xiuming's thigh, and poked him with his toe:

"Hey, you are so annoying, I will throw away your ugly bed tomorrow."

Helian Xiuming finally reacted.

Putting down the pen, encircling Yan Yueheng's ankle with hot fingertips, pulling his leg apart, and glanced at him: "How dare you?"

Yan Yueheng was startled, and said, "Am I such a person?"

Helian Xiuming let out a "hmm".

However, the skin he touched was too smooth.

Looking down, the ankles are slender, the calf muscles are distinct, and there is not even a hair on the legs.

A man actually maintains his skin so well.

After Senior Brother Yan saw his face, Helian Xiuming felt very strange, and threw his ankle out quickly.

Stand up and go straight to the sink.

And asked specifically: "Can you wash your feet?"

Yan Yueheng: "..."

Horse's.

Yan Yueheng almost wanted to paste his feet on Helian Xiuming's disgusting side face, but after thinking about it, forget it.

Just now, the hot body temperature still remained on the ankles, and the hair was rolling and hot.

Yan Yueheng turned around and rushed to bed, covering himself with the quilt.

After washing his hands, Helian Xiuming thoughtfully turned off the light pipe.

All that remained was the warm desk lamp, the scraping of the pen tip and the paper, and the annoying clicking sound of the air conditioner, as if mocking him for being too stressed.

Yan Yueheng tossed and turned on the bed.

Suddenly, with a "beep", Helian Xiuming turned off the air conditioner.

Yan Yueheng lifted the quilt and said dissatisfiedly:

"How can I sleep when you turn off the air conditioner? Don't make me sleep bad because you can't pay the electricity bill."

Helian Xiuming: "No, the air conditioner is making abnormal noises, something must be broken."

As he said that, he had found a flashlight, hung it by the window, and asked, "Are there any maintenance tools?"

Yan Yueheng pointed to the location, and could vaguely see Helian Xiuming climbed out of the window with the tools in the darkness.

The light of the flashlight hanging by the window illuminates his back, thin and solid.

Yan Yueheng sat up straight suddenly, rushed out of the bed, grabbed Helian Xiuming by the collar, and said:

"What the hell do you fix it? If you fall from the third floor, you will at least break your leg! Can't you call the master to fix it tomorrow?"

Helian Xiuming led him the hemp rope that bound himself and the bed, stepped on the bracket of the air conditioner, and said calmly:

"No, if the master repairs it, then we have to share the maintenance fee equally. I have no money."

Yan Yueheng:? ? ?

"You are so poor, I will pay for the repair of the air conditioner!"

Helian Xiuming smiled and said:

"Actually, the bracket is pretty solid, senior brother, take a flashlight to help take a picture."

A beam of light came over, and Helian Xiuming directed the beam, calling Yan Yueheng to hand over some tools from time to time.

He has repaired such a tall satellite. The third floor is actually not that high. Repairing the air conditioner is also very simple, and it was repaired quickly.

When he climbed back through the window, Helian Xiuming realized that Yan Yueheng's hands were red from grabbing the hemp rope.

Looking up, fine beads of sweat slid along his tense face, to the red mole next to his Adam's apple, and down to his collarbone...

Looking down, Yan Yueheng was still barefoot and didn't even have time to put on his slippers.

Helian Xiuming smiled lightly, and couldn't help rubbing the fluffy soft hair on his head kindly: "It's fixed, go wash your feet."

Yan Yueheng: "..."

The ankles became slightly hot again, Yan Yueheng waved his hand away, and beeped softly: "Damn it, if I knew I was blocking the window just now, if you don't agree to be my boyfriend, I won't let you come up. "

Helian Xiuming:?