The returned boss

When Qiao Yufan woke up the next day, his head was dizzy. He must have had another nightmare the night before.He rubbed his temples to wake himself up as soon as possible.Then, he twisted his neck again to move his muscles and bones, huh?But there doesn't seem to be a pillow under the neck?

Qiao Yufan raised his head tentatively, my God!What did he see!He actually slept in a man's arms all night!

In desperation, the flustered Qiao Yufan fell to the ground with a "plop". Due to the loud noise, the "beside the pillow" Jiang Xiaodong also slowly opened his eyes.

"Morning", Jiang Xiaodong was unexpectedly calm. He smiled and said good morning to Qiao Yufan, then got up calmly, got dressed, and finally put on his glasses.

"Why are you still sitting on the ground?" Jiang Xiaodong walked up to Qiao Yufan after tidying himself up, and stretched out his hand of friendship, trying to pull Qiao Yufan up who was squatting on the ground. Qiao Yufan hesitantly gave his hand to Jiang Xiaodong, curious He asked cautiously again, "Did I have a nightmare last night?"

"Yes." Jiang Xiaodong still had a kind smile on his face.

"Then, what else?" Qiao Yufan asked nervously.

"What else?" Jiang Xiaodong still kept smiling.

"Just, apart from this, did anything else happen?" Qiao Yufan observed Jiang Xiaodong, not letting go of any expression on his face.

Jiang Xiaodong turned his back and smiled, then asked in a good mood, "Then, what do you think will happen?"

"I..." Qiao Yufan's mind was in turmoil right now, as if he couldn't remember anything after drinking.

Jiang Xiaodong decided not to tease Qiao Yufan anymore, so he replied truthfully, "Last night, there was a typhoon and the power was cut off, and you had a high fever and had nightmares. I originally came in to deliver emergency lights, but I didn't expect you to hug me, why? I couldn't separate the points, so I could only make do with it and sleep like this."

Seeing that Qiao Yufan was still in a daze, Jiang Xiaodong rubbed his hair and said softly, "You can rest for a while, I'll make breakfast."

After closing the door of Qiao Yufan's room, Jiang Xiaodong leaned against the wall, unable to calm down for a long time.

Obviously he didn't sleep last night, obviously he could leave silently before Qiao Yufan woke up like last time, but this time he didn't want to.

After breakfast, Jiang Xiaodong didn't go out to make up lessons with his schoolbag on his back as usual, and Qiao Yufan was still a little uncomfortable. He thought that if Jiang Xiaodong didn't see anyone for a day, he could adjust himself, "You, don't you today?" Are you going to class?"

Jiang Xiaodong had already seen through Qiao Yufan's careful thinking, "There has been a typhoon these two days, and the school has been closed."

Qiao Yufan yelled in his heart that it was terrible, but Jiang Xiaodong's attack was not over yet, "Didn't you suggest that I accompany you to review the script yesterday? I just happen to have no class today, so I can practice with you at home."

Qiao Yufan thought to himself, if there was nothing to do, the situation would definitely be more embarrassing if the two of them stared at each other at home, so it might be better to find something to distract them.

So, Qiao Yufan took out two stacks of scripts from the bedroom, one for each person. The blue highlighter marked the lines of the male protagonist Zhu Haochen, and the pink highlighter marked the lines of the heroine Chen Siying. Qiao Yufan handed the pink one to Jiang Xiaodong , I kept the blue one for myself.

"I want the one with the male lead." Jiang Xiaodong didn't take the script that Qiao Yufan handed over, but pointed to the one in Qiao Yufan's hand. "I have heard Teacher Bai say that this time you purposely chose to live next to the school to experience campus life and prepare for the role in the new play."

Jiang Xiaodong was indeed right, and Qiao Yufan could not object.

"It's a pity that the school is on holiday now, and there are not many opportunities for you to experience it. But I think I am very similar to the hero in the script. If you bring me into the hero, I believe it will be a reference for you. Poor."

"When did you become so narcissistic?" Qiao Yufan muttered in a low voice, but Jiang Xiaodong's forced explanation did sound reasonable. Although he was still very reluctant, in the end Qiao Yufan still held the blue marker in his hand. The script was handed over to Jiang Xiaodong.

After Jiang Xiaodong got the script, he quickly flipped through it from front to back. After reading it, he knocked on the dining table with his fingers while thinking thoughtfully.

In the end, Jiang Xiaodong stood up and stuffed both of their scripts into their schoolbags, "I think it would be more interesting if you were there. Let's go, I'll take you to school."

"Wait, didn't you say that the typhoon caused the school to be closed today?" Qiao Yufan was dragged to one side by Jiang Xiaodong.

"The ones that are closed are cram schools. Besides, the typhoon has already headed north this morning..."

After going downstairs, Jiang Xiaodong conjured a bicycle out of nowhere, and it happened to be equipped with a back seat. "Come on, come on!" Jiang Xiaodong patted the back seat of the bicycle at Qiao Yufan.

Qiao Yufan sat straddling the back helplessly. After Jiang Xiaodong got on the bicycle, he pulled Qiao Yufan's right hand forward, "You can hug me, otherwise if I speed up later, I might accidentally fall off."

"You..." You kid is looking for a fight, right?As soon as Qiao Yufan's curse words came to his lips, he suddenly realized that Jiang Xiaodong's two words just now seemed to be Zhu Haochen's lines in the script of "A Little Love Song". "Your memory is really not bad." Qiao Yufan "cut" unconvinced, and said strangely.

"Haha, of course it is! But, just now you should have said: Senior, I seem to hear the sound of the wind..." Jiang Xiaodong started the bicycle, and deliberately bluffed at the beginning, Qiao Yufan subconsciously grabbed Jiang Xiaodong's back with both hands.

"How did I realize that you are so narcissistic before!" Qiao Yufan was still muttering.

But unfortunately, Jiang Xiaodong listened to them all, "Hahaha, that's far worse than a big star." A gust of summer wind whistled past Qiao Yufan's ears. At this moment, he really listened. To the sound of the wind.

In the empty classroom, Jiang Xiaodong quickly found his seat and called Qiao Yufan to come and sit down.

"Hmm..., which part shall we start?" Jiang Xiaodong skillfully twirled the ballpoint pen in his hand, and put one arm casually on the back of the chair, forming a posture that half encircled Qiao Yufan.

"Why don't you come to the part where Zhu Haochen tutors Chen Siying's homework? How about?" Jiang Xiaodong suggested.

"Then give me the script," Qiao Yufan asked for it.

Jiang Xiaodong handed the pink one to Qiao Yufan, and then opened the exercise book on his own.

"Don't you need it?" Qiao Yufan asked.

Jiang Xiaodong nodded his head, "It's already here, if you don't believe me, you can just ask me a paragraph to test me, try it!"

Alright, alright, you are worthy of being a top student!I am really afraid of you.

Qiao Yufan pulled the exercise book that Jiang Xiaodong spread out towards him, then pointed to a problem, and asked, "Senior, how can I solve this problem?"

Jiang Xiaodong leaned the stool towards Qiao Yufan, so that the hand on the back of the chair really surrounded Qiao Yufan, "Here, we need to use the formula first..."

Qiao Yufan was not in the mood to listen to Jiang Xiaodong explain how to solve the problem, not to mention he couldn't understand a single word.

With a "snap", Jiang Xiaodong suddenly tapped Qiao Yufan's forehead with the pen in his hand, "Sister, you are not paying attention."

Qiao Yufan rubbed his head, confused for a while and didn't know how to answer. He quickly opened the script and found that there was no such line in the script, "This line is not in the script!"

Jiang Xiaodong kicked his legs, leaned against the corner of the wall, and giggled.

Only then did Qiao Yufan realize that he had been tricked. He jumped up, pointed at Jiang Xiaodong's nose, and accused him angrily, "You kid is really getting smaller and smaller. You know, I'm older than you. Five years old!"

"So what?" Jiang Xiaodong crossed his arms and rested his head on them, and asked confidently.

"So, that's why you have to respect the old, love the young, and respect the elders, do you understand!" At this time, Qiao Yufan was like a fluffy cat in Jiang Xiaodong's eyes.

In his mind, Qiao Yufan was automatically turned into a cat, which made Jiang Xiaodong couldn't help but giggle even more. To divert his attention, Jiang Xiaodong looked out the window.

Outside the window was an empty playground, and there was no one there at this time.

"Do you know how to play basketball? The weather is fine today, with blue sky and white clouds, let's go out and play basketball together," Jiang Xiaodong suggested.

"Of course I will!" Qiao Yufan was not to be outdone.

The basketball is also ready-made. Jiang Xiaodong grabbed the basketball, back and forth, patted the ball, dribbled, and made all kinds of fake moves. He looked like a basketball master.

Qiao Yufan swallowed his saliva. He has always been the worst in sports. He was called a "sports idiot" and "person with weak physical coordination" when he participated in variety shows before, but he can't lose!Especially not to lose to that narcissistic and smelly high school student opposite!

Qiao Yufan signaled Jiang Xiaodong to pass the ball to him to try. Jiang Xiaodong pushed the ball forward. Qiao Yufan just touched the basketball with his fingertips. It hurt so badly that he couldn't catch it with his hands. The basketball rolled to the side.

Qiao Yufan ran after the basketball in embarrassment, and finally caught the basketball. He wanted to imitate Jiang Xiaodong and take a few cool shots. Because he was not proficient, he looked a bit like a little girl shooting a ball.

"Otherwise, let's compare shots." Jiang Xiaodong could tell at a glance that Qiao Yufan was a novice at all.

"No, you don't have to take care of me, I can do it," Qiao Yufan was still stubborn.

However, when Qiao Yufan was still talking hard, Jiang Xiaodong moved to him like the wind in an instant, then removed the basketball in his hand, paused a step forward, and adjusted his feet in this short period of time. As soon as he jumped up, he watched the basketball draw a beautiful and comfortable arc in the air, and finally landed firmly in the basket. It was a beautiful three-pointer in one go.

"Uh... let's compare shots," Qiao Yufan admitted.

What, this is simply a dimensionality reduction blow!

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Love Master Jiang Xiaodong~~