My nemesis brother looks at me very strangely

The low and soft voice seemed to have a hook, gently, tickling people's hearts.

Ning Nanjia stroked his forehead with some headaches, and was about to say "I still don't feel good", Jiang Beiyu rubbed his head against his neck, hugging him with both hands like a little loyal dog who got what he wanted. As for the tail, it is probably already wagging by now.

Forget it, what is the truth with children.

Raising his hand and gently patting Jiang Beiyu's head, Ning Nanjia made the final concession, "It's fine to let you sleep, but don't push yourself too hard, don't hug me too tightly, and go back by yourself when the time comes."

Jiang Beiyu responded one by one, happily holding his wrist and nodding, "Thank you, Brother Nanjia."

Treating Jiang Beiyu is probably the same as raising a newborn puppy with an unstable temper. The more gentle the hair is, the better it will be. After realizing this, Ning Nanjia suddenly had nothing to worry about.

Reaching out his hand to touch the tip of Jiang Beiyu's hair, he closed his eyelids in a relaxed manner while letting out a soft "um".

When she woke up the next day, there was no sign of Jiang Beiyu on the bed.

Ning Nanjia got up and looked towards the opposite bed, and saw Jiang Beiyu lying on the bed with a fair face and sleeping face peacefully. If it wasn't for the smell of the other party on the pillow, he would have thought that what happened last night was just a dream of his.

I went to the cafeteria to buy two steamed buns and soy milk. When Ning Nanjia and Jiang Beiyu walked into the classroom, Zou Zikang was copying his homework. When he saw the two coming, he looked up and spoke quickly to Ning Nanjia. road:

"Brother Jia, help the world, I took your physics homework, and I will give it to you after copying."

Ning Nanjia waved his hand at him indifferently, and just as he sat down, the mouse who followed into the classroom came up, hooked Zou Zikang's shoulder and asked him,

"Brother Jia, did you hear any strange noises in the dormitory last night?"

Sitting down paused slightly, Ning Nanjia leaned on the edge of the table and turned to look at him, "What strange sound?"

"That's right, that voice."

The mouse stuck out its tongue and made a hanged expression. Zou Zikang laughed when he saw it, "I'll go, you practice feudal superstition in broad daylight, be careful that uncle police will catch you."

Glaring at him unhappily, the mouse swore, "It's not a feudal superstition, I saw it with my own eyes."

With his head propped up, he cheerfully handed the pen to his mouth as a microphone, and Zou Zikang cooperated, "Come on, young man, please tell the story behind you."

Angrily slapping the pen handed by Zou Zikang, the mouse looked around, and after making sure no one noticed them, he put his hand over his mouth and said in a low voice:

"Last night, I saw a ghost crawling onto Brother Jia's bed, Brother Jia, do you feel nothing at all?"

Needless to say, that ghost figure must be Jiang Beiyu.

Raising his index finger and scratching his temple, Ning Nanjia replied vaguely, "You read it wrong, it's just the wind blowing the tree's shadow,"

Mouse originally felt confident because he continued to observe the whole process of the ghost climbing the stairs, and he didn't just give a false glance, but seeing Ning Nanjia's calm expression, he was a little shaken again, "Really?"

Reaching out to take out a pen from the drawer, Ning Nanjia taught him while turning it, "Yes, memorize the core values ​​of socialism when you have time, and you won't be so superstitious."

The tangled expression on his face was only maintained for a moment, and the mouse nodded, "Okay."

Seeing that he had managed to fool the mouse, Ning Nanjia relaxed slightly, and before class, he put down his pen and got up to go to the toilet.

After coming out of the toilet, Ning Nanjia went to the sink and turned on the tap to wash his hands. Before he finished washing, he felt someone standing next to him. When he looked up, he saw Zou Zikang's face.

Frowning slightly, Ning Nanjia turned on the faucet, "Why do you look at me with the expression of eating shit?"

Zou Zikang was angry, "What are you eating shit, this is an advanced version of angry expression, extremely angry!"

"Oh, what are you angry about?"

Taking two deep breaths in his heart to calm down, Zou Zikang held back his anger and asked him, "Brother Jia, tell me the truth, is that ghost that crawled into your bed last night really Jiang Beiyu?"

Startled by Zou Zikang's suddenly bright mind, Ning Nanjia was thinking about what to do when Zou Zikang raised his brows in anger and looked at him with a heartbroken expression.

"Brother Jia, why are you so confused, you, did you suffer? No, I must beat him to death..."

Seeing that Zou Zikang's words became more and more outrageous, Ning Nanjia couldn't help raising his hand to stop him, "Do you really want me to be fucked?"

"No, brother Jia," Zou Zikang felt that he was more wronged than Dou E, "how could it be? I was afraid that you would be cheated by that kid Jiang Beiyu. You didn't even know that Qi Xishi's hair was really shaved by him. I don't have any good intentions at all, I'm just greedy for your body."

God damn greedy body!

Ning Nanjia couldn't bear it any longer. She raised her hand to pinch Zou Zikang's chin and pressed it to death.

"Zou Zikang, if you say one more word, I'll take your jaw off, so that you won't have to spread rumors about me all day long, and I'll be lied to if I don't lie!"

"There's nothing wrong with it, it's hard (I don't mean that, Brother Jia, to calm down)..."

His mouth was pinched to the point where there was only a slit left. Zou Zikang grabbed Ning Nanjia's wrist with great difficulty. After finally getting out of his clutches, he quickly raised his hand in surrender.

"Brother Jia Jia, I really don't want to say anything, don't hit me, don't hit me..."

Seeing that Zou Zikang's beating mouth finally stopped, Ning Nanjia put down his fist and walked around him.

Although Zou Zikang was beaten up, Ning Nanjia still felt very irritable, so she simply turned down the stairs and went to the canteen to buy a bottle of ice water, unscrewed the bottle and filled half of it before slowly walking back to the classroom.

When he returned to the classroom, Jiang Beiyu was writing a question, and Ning Nanjia casually put the candy that he just got back from buying water and change on his desk. Just as he sat down, Jiang Beiyu pushed the candy back,

"Brother Nanjia, you can eat, I don't like candy."

Ning Nanjia raised his eyebrows slightly, and Ning Nanjia was a little puzzled, "Don't you like sweets?"

"I like sweets, but I don't like hard candies."

Lightly tapped the hard fruit candy twice with his finger, Jiang Beiyu raised his finger and pointed to his neck, "I swallowed hard candy by mistake when I was a child, and almost choked, so I don't like eating it."

"Well, then next time I'll bring you fudge."

Pushing the hard fruit candy aside, Ning Nanjia suddenly remembered what Zou Zikang said in the toilet.

He has no good intentions at all, just greedy for your body!your body...

Damn it, there was an echo, Ning Nanjia patted his forehead lightly, and just as he shook the echo out of his mind, Jiang Beiyu pushed the exercise book in front of him, looking at him with a pair of black and white eyes,

"Brother Nanjia, why did you choose A for this question?"

It was a question about the golden ratio. It was a bit super-classical, and it was only learned in the third year of high school. It asked what height shoes a woman should wear if she wants to have a figure that looks like the golden ratio.

After writing down the calculation formula of the golden ratio on the draft paper, Ning Nanjia briefly explained the principle to Jiang Beiyu, and then asked him to calculate it.

After calculating the answer, Jiang Beiyu suddenly asked him, "Brother Nanjia, how long are your legs?"

Ning Nanjia was drinking water, when he heard the words, he choked, "What, what?"

The corner of his mouth raised slightly, and Jiang Beiyu repeated the question, "Brother Nanjia's legs look very long, I want to calculate to see if it is the golden ratio."

Taking out a tissue and wiping her mouth, Ning Nanjia calmed down and said, "No, the golden ratio is not so easy to grow. If it were so easy, it wouldn't be regarded as the most perfect body proportion."

"Too."

Putting his chin on his palm and nodding his head twice, as if he suddenly thought of something, Jiang Beiyu raised the corner of his mouth, revealing two canine teeth slightly, his smile looked harmless and cute,

"But Brother Nanjia's legs are so beautiful, it doesn't matter if it's the golden ratio."

His pupils trembled slightly, Ning Nanjia thought he heard it wrong, "Say it again?"

The eyelashes drooped slightly, and Jiang Beiyu replied to him while lowering his head to write the question, "I said, it doesn't matter if it's not the golden ratio."

Raising his hand to gesture, Ning Nanjia still felt a little wrong, "Why do I think your sentence just now is a bit longer."

"No, that's all."

There was a bit of doubt in the long and narrow black eyes, and Jiang Beiyu looked at him strangely, "Brother Nanjia, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing Jiang Beiyu's bewildered expression, Ning Nanjia also began to wonder if he was hallucinating. If it was really an auditory hallucination, it was probably influenced by Zou Zikang's mental retardation. Waving his hand, "It's okay."

Because he was afraid that something would happen if the mouse continued to see ghosts, Ning Nanjia firmly forbade Jiang Beiyu to get up and climb into his bed in the middle of the night. Although Jiang Beiyu was very angry at Ning Nanjia's reneging behavior, he was still obedient.

Soon, Thursday will be here.

Coming out of the bathroom after taking a shower, Mouse and Chen Wu both went to self-study at night. When they saw Jiang Beiyu sitting in front of the desk as firmly as a mountain, Ning Nanjia reached out and patted his head, "There are 10 minutes left It's time for self-study, are you going to run over later?"

Holding on to the armrests of the swivel chair with both hands and turning around, Jiang Beiyu raised his head slightly and looked at him with bright black eyes, "I'm on sick leave, so I don't have to go to self-study tonight."

"Sick leave? What's wrong with you?"

"I feel like I have a fever."

Stretching out his hand to touch Jiang Beiyu's forehead, he found that the skin under his palm was indeed slightly warmer than normal. Ning Nanjia turned around and went to the drawer to find out the cold spirit and some anti-fever granules that Song Zhiwei had prepared for him before, and picked one. Give him the sweeter one,

"Drink this up, then go to bed and lie down for a while, if you still feel unwell, just call me."

Reaching out to take the granule in Ning Nanjia's hand, Jiang Beiyu nodded obediently, "Got it."

After drying her hair, Ning Nanjia put on her coat and went out.

[The author has something to say]: Jiang·little hooligan·actress·Bei Yu: As long as I react quickly enough, Brother Nan Jia won't be able to notice that I'm greedy for his body.

ps: Due to the need for work during the National Day, October 10-1 will be changed to about 8 daily changes, which is a chapter, and I will make it up later after finishing work. I hope you will support me a lot, love you love you