Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

Assistant Fang didn't notice anything wrong that day, and He Shanting, who has always been arrogant, even commented to Xu Ning that the little boyfriend looked like he needed someone to take care of him.

He seems to be a good uncle who cares for his nephew, Xu Ning is flattered by this.

Not long after the banquet, the Bai family went bankrupt and Bai Wenqiu returned to China, because He Shanting reminded Xu Ning that Song Zui had no one to take care of him, so he had to send Song Zui to the He family.

But what is there to actually take care of?It's a big deal to buy a house outside and hire a servant, besides, he doesn't think Song Zui is such a delicate person.

Assistant Fang thought that after Song Zui moved to He's house, every time he spoke for the boy, He Shanting would respond coldly. Is He Shanting really such a talkative person?

Mr. Zheng almost knelt down when he talked badly, and his boss didn't even look at him. He didn't think He Shanting was easy to talk to.

What was He Shanting thinking at that time?Assistant Fang couldn't guess what his boss was thinking, and seemed to be observing with extra patience, and then approached with a harmless appearance, and finally took the prey he wanted to take home.

In the eyes of others, it was He Shanting who kindly took away the helpless young man.

Assistant Fang's back was covered with dense cold sweat. All the coincidences he thought were just He Shanting's step by step, and the ending was doomed from a long time ago.

Song Zui didn't know that Assistant Fang's heart was upside down, and the next day he woke up from the bed with a sore back and a man's hands tightly around his waist.

He was about to get out of bed and read a book without being disturbed by his work and rest, when he turned his head and saw He Shanting's flawless face, he suddenly understood for a few seconds that the king would not go to court early.

At this time, Mr. Yang called. Usually, the two of them contact each other by email. Song Zui had a bad feeling in his heart.

Sure enough, Mr. Yang criticized severely: "I read the book report I handed in last week, and I didn't pay any attention to it before."

Song Zui did not refute.

Before, it was delayed because of He Shanting's illness, but now he looked at the hands around his waist, and now it was still delayed because of He Shanting.

Mr. Yang's tone became more severe: "You don't read books for me, and I won't force you to read books. Think about why you study physics."

Song Zui remained silent.

If it is said that the last question cannot be refuted, he has no habit of making excuses for himself.

Song Zui's purpose of studying physics is very utilitarian. He can ignore the cold reality when he is immersed in physics. It is no different from playing games. It is difficult to attribute it to specific reasons.

Mr. Yang hung up the phone in disappointment.

Song Zui held his phone and lowered his eyes. He knew that Mr. Yang had high expectations for him, and no one would ask him this question except Mr. Yang, all praising his talent in physics.

Mr. Yang’s words made him think about why he wants to study physics. If it’s for making money, there is no less profitable subject than physics. If it’s for isolating reality, it’s not necessary now.

He could choose a major with a bright future instead of competing with two dark clouds over the physics building.

The future of modern physics is an invisible fog. He may spend his entire life, but he can only touch the bottom of the dark cloud. This is not a matter of commensurate return on investment. It is reasonable for a person like him to be in the pile of money Rolling around, I just want to push the clouds and see the fog beyond my control.

Probably because he listened to Lao Deng talking about ball lightning under the podium, or maybe He Shanting told him that it was suitable for reading, and he saw the moon from Sixpence.

If you don't like it, how can you fully immerse yourself in it? Thinking of this, he called Mr. Yang: "Because I like physics."

Old Mr. Yang seemed relieved.

"Then study hard."

Song Zui hung up the phone and was about to get out of bed to read, but there was a lazy big cat stalking him. He pressed his temple and said, "Put your hands off my ass."

"Too tired to let go."

Song Zui couldn't help but froze. Yesterday he couldn't tell where this person was tired at all, but when he noticed signs of raising his head behind him, he gritted his teeth and said, "Then once every two days."

He Shanting changed his words slowly.

"It's worth being tired for my baby."

"Thank you I don't need it."

"I won't admit it after having a good time." He Shanting said behind him, "Who lifted me up yesterday to let me in? Who thought I was slow and told me to hurry up?"

Song Zui heard that he wished he could find a crack in the ground and get into it. Yesterday, he was more involved and left nothing to talk about. He should have gagged this person before he got into the crack in the ground. Why would he say such a thing so brazenly.

Objectively speaking, he loves He Shanting, but the love is only for a moment. For example, he wants to be widowed now.

"Every two days is once every two days."

He made a firm decision.

"Then it starts tomorrow."

He Shanting came up.

After making the decision, Song Zui regretted it, because he didn't know that it took so long each time. Later, when he won the Dirac Award, he said in his speech that he cherished time. The public was very puzzled as to why the youngest winner was so young and mature.

In the remote training camp, Xu Ning woke up numbly from the plank bed at four o'clock in the morning. The bed was more like two bare planks with barbs of different sizes on them.

His back was bruised from the blunt planks, but he didn't have time to complain, yawning, he rushed to the small bathhouse made of planks.

Because I was late, I couldn't even grab the bathroom.

He didn't expect to be able to grab a seat in the bathhouse after training. The animals ran faster than the car one by one, so he could only take a bath before dawn.

After taking a shower, Xu Ning put on his training clothes and went to the cafeteria. After eating big white steamed buns for 20 days, he rubbed his eyes in disbelief. It's hard to imagine that there are delicious steamed buns today!

He hurriedly grabbed two buns and stuffed them into his mouth. He ate too fast and almost choked, but he couldn't bear to spit out the buns and could only swallow them desperately.

The glass in the cafeteria reflected his gobbling, and he couldn't help but get red when he saw his own eyes in the mirror.

He suffered from military training because of what he did in his previous life. He didn't even like buns made of ginseng, let alone ordinary buns.

Xu Ning felt that his days of singing every night in the Shanghai market were like the next day. He ate two steamed buns and three big white steamed buns to train.

In the morning, he stood in a military posture for two hours. The instructor asked him not to move, otherwise he would add another hour. He stood with tense muscles, and sweat dripped from the tip of his nose under the scorching sun, soaking a lot of his clothes in a short while.

When he first came here, he still regarded himself as a person. He would sit on the concrete floor when confronting the instructor. After being locked in a small dark room twice, he became honest. Now he stands more carefully than anyone else.

In the afternoon, it was a [-]-kilometer weight-carrying run. Standing in a military posture can still rely on perseverance. The weight-carrying run really depends on physical strength.

Being spoiled and spoiled, his physical strength was the worst at the end, but he dared not stop running, because if he did not reach the destination on time, he would not have dinner, and what was even more terrible was that he was taking consecutive sittings, and the people who ran in front of him were angry and refused to come back. kick his ass.

Xu Ning's throat felt like it was burning, and his legs were sore like lead. He felt that running [-] kilometers was worse than killing him. He didn't expect to make it home at all.

I'd rather die.

Until he thought of Song Zui, who was carrying him to the hospital step by step, was it like this hard work at that time, no, such a thin body must have worked harder than himself.

Xu Ning suddenly felt that Song Zui had no feelings for him, it must have been love at first sight, otherwise why would he walk twenty kilometers behind his back when he was dying.

It's just that he killed Song Zui who liked him.

Xu Ning's heart trembled at the thought of this, and he realized that he was not training but atonement.

Realizing this, he began to train hard, no matter how hard or tired he was, he never thought of giving up, until the person in charge informed him: "You can go home."

Xu Ning almost thought he heard it wrong, so he was stunned for a long time before taking his luggage, took out his mobile phone that he hadn't used for a long time, and called someone to pick him up.

But after getting off the plane, he didn't go home but went straight to Shanghai University, wanting to sneak a look at Song Zui, for no other reason than to see him.

So passers-by were surprised to see a dirty dirt dog getting out of the luxury car.

And Song Zui had to study in the library during the holidays, so he had to buy milk tea for He Shanting to comfort him, but He Shanting refused to accept any form of comfort, and the two stalemate at the door of the store.

Song Zui sighed and was about to leave when suddenly the petulant man gently took his hand.

Xu Ning squatted at the school gate and wanted to tell Song Zui how hard it was for him to escape, but what he saw was his uncle holding Song Zui's hand, and seeing the two sharing the same cup of milk tea broke his heart.