Professor Shen's clingy

"Then did I say anything weird?" Long Xin asked cautiously again, her nerves still tense.

She didn't remember anything after she was drunk, and she was really uneasy.

"No, you stopped talking when you were drunk, quietly, and didn't talk all the way."

Shen Zaiqing looked at Long Xin's extremely disturbed appearance with a smile, then stuffed a sweet golden mulberry into his mouth, and chewed it leisurely.

Long Xin looked at her, lost in thought.

She has confidence in her self-control, and also trusts what the professor said, but for some reason, the feeling in her heart is even more strange...

Was the professor rather angry at her for drinking?

This is a misunderstanding!

Long Xin supported the edge of the table with her slender fingers, and hurriedly explained to Shen Zaiqing: "Professor, I was going to buy a drink, but I don't know alcohol, so I took two cans of wine by mistake."

She also promised Shen Zaiqing: "I remember the taste of wine now, if I drink wine next time, I will definitely spit it out."

Long Xin has a very good memory, and he will never forget what is remembered in his mind.

Now she has a deep impression of the taste of the wine, don't say it next time, as soon as she smells it, she will immediately push it away.

Long Xin spoke very sincerely, staring at Shen Zaiqing with eyes that were so clean that there was no trace of impurity, his back was slightly bent, his lips were pursed, his hands were neatly placed on his knees, and he did not dare to move.

Like a puppy who has made a mistake and is waiting for his master to speak to him.

Shen Zaiqing's expression was somewhat leisurely, she clapped her hands, wiped away the excess water stains on her hands, and then cleared everything on the table.

Taking this opportunity, she wanted to engrave the word "wine" firmly in Long Xin's head.

Long Xin sat quietly, Shen Zaiqing didn't give any instructions, her whole body was tense, and she didn't dare to relax at all.

"Sit over a bit, I'll teach you to recognize the word "wine"." Shen Zaiqing raised his eyelids, glanced at her, and raised his chin at her again.

"Okay." With a smile on Long Xin's face, he obediently responded, hugging the small stool under his buttocks with both hands, moved his long legs a step, and moved to Shen Zaiqing's side in a desperate manner.

"Watch it." Shen Zaiqing dipped his fingers in water and wrote the word "wine" on the wooden table.The color of the top of this wooden table is very dark, and writing with water can be clearly seen.

Long Xin tilted his head, carefully looking at the strokes written by Shen Zaiqing.

"Do you remember? If you see this word in the future, stay away from it."

"I remember, Professor."

Long Xin has read the word "wine" many times, and is still silently describing its shape in her heart. Now she can recognize it even if it is turned upside down, crooked, or torn apart.

"Very good, sit back. After dinner, write this word a thousand times." Shen Zaiqing looked calm, but what he said made Long Xin's eyes widen.

Write it a thousand times?

...wouldn't that be too much?

"But professor, I can remember it firmly after I read it a few times. It doesn't really need to be written a thousand times..." Long Xin protested to Shen Zaiqing in a low voice.

She writes very slowly.

Because she has not systematically learned the way of human writing and has not developed good writing habits, her writing is more like drawing, drawing the lines that her eyes see.

She can imitate other people's handwriting, but every stroke takes her a lot of effort.

These thousand words are enough for her to spend a whole night.

Shen Zaiqing's smile reveals a hazy and erratic hostility, and his stand is firm: "No, how to do it if you don't practice it, you can't remember it like that, so you must write it."

How could Long Xin see through the smile in the corners of her eyes, the corners of her mouth collapsed, thinking that the professor must be angry.

At this time, she couldn't help but listen to her.

So she nodded and promised to go upstairs and write as soon as dinner was over.

Shen Zaiqing wiped the water stains on the table, then stood up, pointed in the direction of the stove, and smiled deeper: "You sit here, I'll bring you food."

"it is good."

Shen Zaiqing left the seat and walked towards the stove.

Long Xin thought: Although the professor is angry, he is still very kind to her.

She had already missed the meal, but the professor still kindly left the meal for herself.

Long Xin became expectant again, her fingers resting on her lap were tapping rhythmically, her eyes kept looking in the direction of the stove.

Eating is a very happy thing, which can sweep away all unhappiness.

Shen Zaiqing walked back under Long Xin's expectant eyes, with a smile on her face, and she brought a bowl of porridge with clear soup and little water in her hand, with a small spoon on it.

She put the thick porridge that had been simmered on the stove in front of Long Xin, and said, "Here, let's eat."

"This is the rice grown by Uncle Liu's family. It tastes delicious. Try it soon."

Long Xin lowered her head, most of the light in her eyes was gone. She held the end of the spoon and stirred the porridge. She wanted to eat it as if nothing had happened, but after holding the spoon and stirring it twice, she couldn't hold back.

She is very hungry and wants to eat meat.

"Professor, is there anything else?" Long Xin mustered up the courage to ask.

"Because Long Xin got up too late, so that's all I have left, let's make do with it."

"Eat two mulberries if you feel tired, it's very appetizing."

Shen Zaiqing put the immature mulberries that she had picked out in front of Long Xin, and put those ripe and sweet ones in front of her.

The professor is definitely still angry, Long Xin concluded.

Long Xin scooped up a mouthful of porridge, put it into his mouth bitterly, and glanced at the sour mulberry, his mouth was a little deflated, and looked at Shen Zaiqing with wet eyes.

Shen Zaiqing was invulnerable, and just urged: "Hurry up and eat, it will be cold if you don't eat."

"Okay." Long Xin put the porridge into his mouth, and when he felt that it was tasteless, he reached out and grabbed a green mulberry, and chewed it a few times in his mouth.

The mulberries were more sour than she had imagined, so sour that her face was wrinkled, and the hand holding the spoon trembled.

When she was ravaged by the mulberry, she could vaguely hear the suppressed laughter from the person opposite.

She opened her eyes, swallowed the mulberries, then continued to pick the porridge in the bowl without saying a word,

While eating, she looked at Shen Zaiqing with even more pitiful eyes.

In an instant, it became an obedient and aggrieved big dog.

That would be a bit of a foul.

Shen Zaiqing couldn't stand her eyes like this, it has always been, it's really hard not to let go of being looked at by such eyes.

Shen Zaiqing clearly felt that the anger in her heart was slowly melting away, but thinking of her arrogance and unreasonableness in the afternoon, she still couldn't get angry, so she said: "Don't look at me like that, close your eyes and eat."

Long Xin really closed her eyes, and as soon as Shen Zaiqing's voice came, she closed her eyes.

She put her mouth close to the rice bowl, and slowly poured the porridge into her mouth spoon by spoon.

Tired of eating again, she reached out to touch the mulberries on the table like a blind person. She had already memorized which direction the mulberries were in, that is, the speed of her hand was as fast as that of a snail, and even the fingers moving on the table Unfeeling and unwillingness are written all over the head.

Shen Zaiqing was afraid of her and couldn't help laughing.

She stretched out her hand and grabbed back the hand that caught the mulberry that was slowly receding, snatched the mulberry from her finger, and said, "Wait, I'll get you some meat to eat."

"Also, you can open your eyes now. If you close your eyes so tightly and eat so painfully, if someone sees them, they will say that I have abused Xiaolong."

Long Xin opened her eyes with porridge in her mouth, feeling that the world has become much brighter.

Shen Zaiqing brought out two more bowls of vegetables from the stove and placed them in front of Long Xin, one bowl was fried pork belly with dried bamboo shoots, and the other was cauliflower that Long Xin liked very much.

It was all reserved for her specially by her, and it was only a slight punishment just now.

"Can I have a good meal now?"

Long Xin nodded shyly while holding the meat.

"Professor, I'm done eating."

Putting down the tableware, Long Xin took the initiative to clean up the table.

She ate very satisfied, her stomach was warm, her eyes narrowed slightly, and her stomach was so comfortable that she wanted to reach out and touch it.

She really took action, but when she reached out to touch it, she found a strange thing in the front pocket of her sweater.

She took it out to have a look, and thought strangely: Isn't this the professor's cell phone?Why is it in your pocket?

She looked at Shen Zaiqing inexplicably, and asked, "Professor, why is your mobile phone with me?"

Shen Zaiqing couldn't tell her the truth, so he could only make nonsense: "I don't have a pocket on this skirt, so it's not easy to put my mobile phone. The pocket on your clothes is very useful, so I'll leave it with you."

"So this is ah."

The pocket on the front of the sweater is really convenient for inserting hands, Long Xin fumbled twice, and put both hands in the pocket.

Shen Zaiqing was shadowed by this action, pointed at the dirt on Long Xin's white sweater, and said rather disgustingly: "Look, this one is dirty, I have to change it quickly tomorrow."

She thought about it, and felt that tomorrow would be too long, so she said, "Go up and take a shower after a short rest, and change this clothes."

"Ok."

"Then how about I wear the blue one tomorrow?" Long Xin remembered that Shen Zaiqing praised her, saying that the blue sweater looked good on her.

When Shen Zaiqing thought of the similar pockets on the blue sweater, he quickly shook his head: "No, no, we're going to catch fish in the water tomorrow. There are a lot of muddy spots, so we can't wear clothes that are too light in color."

"What about the dark blue one?"

"The dark blue one is a coat, right? Are there pockets on the left and right sides?"

"Yes."

"I don't think this one is pretty."

"Then change it to another one."

Long Xin felt that the professor tonight was very concerned about her attire. He used to let her choose it by herself, but now he asked her to pay attention to it.

She didn't see anything wrong.

After all, when you go out, you have to pay attention to your image. She is the professor's little dragon, so she can't embarrass the professor.

After resting on the first floor for more than half an hour, Shen Zaiqing drove Long Xin upstairs to take a shower and change clothes. Shen Zaiqing went to ask Liu Mao's granddaughter for some homework papers.

Long Xin came out of the bathroom refreshed after taking a shower, and what was waiting for her was the thousand words "wine".

Refreshed and almost wilted.

"I will also learn to write in the future, why not take this opportunity to practice hard."

Shen Zaiqing wrote her a case beside her, and Long Xin sat obediently at the table by the window, holding a pen, and slowly wrote stroke by stroke.

The window in their room was facing the big camphor tree with luxuriant branches in the yard, and the moonlight shone in front of the window.

Long Xin wrote slowly, and her heart calmed down unconsciously.

Shen Zaiqing went to wash up, and was worried about the bite mark in the mirror. Her pajamas had a collar, but the key point was that the red mark was too big, even clothes with a collar couldn't cover it.

When she gets out of the bathroom, she will have to face Long Xin whose memory has been emptied. If she doesn't cover it up, her imagination will run wild. Isn't it ridiculous?

Unless the collar is turned up.

Shen Zaiqing made several attempts in front of the mirror, and found that standing up the collar was the best way to cover it.

Although it looks a bit silly, but I can only reluctantly accept it.

She decided to take a look at Long Xin's progress and lie down on the bed. Once the quilt was covered, no one would notice.

She doesn't sleep in the same bed as Long Xin.

Shen Zaiqing walked to Long Xin's side, looked down, and found that her writing speed was indeed very slow. It had been half an hour since she had been in the bathroom by herself, and Long Xin had only written the word "wine" in less than [-] characters.

At this rate, it will take another two hours to complete the task.

Shen Zaiqing urged: "Long Xin, you have to write faster, it will be ten o'clock soon, at your speed, you have to write at twelve o'clock to finish."

Sitting by the window and writing, with the refreshing wind blowing, Long Xin gradually fell in love with this state, and said to Shen Zaiqing, "It's okay, professor, I slept for a long time in the afternoon, and now I am very energetic, so I can write slowly."

"If you're sleepy, go to bed first."

When she was talking to Shen Zaiqing, she must look into her eyes, so when Shen Zaiqing came over, she put down the pen and turned to look at her.

It was this glance that made her see a little red mark on the collar of Shen Zaiqing's shirt.

Without thinking too much, she said directly, "Professor, your neck is red, did you get bitten by something?"

She couldn't see very clearly, because as soon as she made a sound, Shen Zaiqing covered her neck with her hand, then turned and left.

Shen Zaiqing walked to her bed and sat down, with her back to Long Xin, no obvious emotion could be heard in her voice: "Yes, I was bitten by an annoying thing."

Long Xin put his hands on the upper edge of the back of the stool, followed Shen Zaiqing with his eyes, and muttered: "What's annoying? Is it a mosquito?"

Shen Zaiqing lay down on the head of the bed, took a book and read it, anyway, Long Xin was on the other side, no matter how much he stretched his neck, he couldn't see the bite marks.

Seeing her asking the bottom line, she quietly said: "It's something more annoying than mosquitoes."

"It's not the yellow moth that the professor said in class, is it?"

Shen Zaiqing was not in the mood to talk about academic things with her, so he answered casually: "No, the yellow moth is not as good as her."

Long Xin got excited and named several insects in succession, but Shen Zaiqing denied them all.

Guessing that she lacked interest, she didn't have much stock in her stomach, and the professor didn't plan to tell her, so she turned her head back and continued to write her own word for "wine".

When she picked up the pen, her mind was still entangled in this "annoying thing", but she couldn't think of any more possibilities, so she muttered to herself: "I don't know what the annoying thing is, anyway, it can't be me. It's right to bite."

How could she have the guts to bite the professor's neck, even if she immediately turned into a mosquito, she wouldn't dare.

Long Xin's voice was originally lowered, and she was muttering to herself, but she didn't know if it was because the room was too small and too quiet, so it reached Shen Zaiqing's ears and she heard it.

The book in Shen Zaiqing's hand jumped up and was suddenly closed.

The author has something to say: Just ask: Long Xin, where do you get your confidence?Hahahahaha

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