If you don't act as a scumbag, you will die

However, Cheng Cheng didn't know what Xie Xun did when he fell asleep, but he returned to his room full of shock and continued to digest the fact.

The furnishing of the room seems to be the same as before, after all Cheng Cheng is not a person who deliberately remembers the location.

The drawing board is still well placed in the middle, and the first one on it is still a rough draft that I painted and painted a few days ago.

After watching for a long time, Cheng Cheng suddenly lay back on the bed, and the quilt was lifted to cover his whole body.

Hey, quilt.

In this small space, Cheng Chengmeng inevitably recalled what happened just now.

When I woke up from the water bed, my body was covered with a thin quilt.

And there seems to be no such thing in the original cellar...

Could it be that Xie Xun went to get the quilt by himself?

Thinking of the other party's not-so-good face just now, and thinking about what he said just now...

He didn't believe it at first, after all, he was not unfamiliar with Xie Xun's acting skills

No wonder Xie Xun asked himself to ask Uncle Liu himself, probably waiting for him here.

Cheng Cheng had already conjured up a big scene in which he tortured others after drinking, and then asked someone to bring the quilt over afterward, while he fell asleep soundly.

He sighed deeply: "013."

"It's just... that..." He himself found it hard to say, "In the original book, about Xie Xun being tortured, is there, is there..."

"No, after all, the original owner can't do it." The system didn't hold back, and directly stated the plot he wanted to know, "That is to say, although he has never been tortured physically and physically, the torture that directly hits the soul, except for his sister, Nothing else."

An idiom from the system made him blush with embarrassment like when he was reciting vows at a wedding, and Cheng Cheng fell back as if he lost his strength.

My mind is full of words like it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over.

He turned out!To the protagonist who is like Long Aotian in the book!Made such a thing!

However, although Cheng Cheng was still in an unbelievable mood, it was not without some other thoughts.

For example, the previous "I can do it myself".

To be honest, he himself has no experience of this kind of fact. He lived in a simple and smooth environment since he was a child, and he matured late. He only occasionally experienced normal physiological phenomena after waking up.Although there are men and women who confessed to him after college, he has no interest in them, and he was even teased whether he decided to dedicate himself to art.

But now, after he came in this book, he actually...

Cheng Cheng felt a headache when he thought of this, he didn't know exactly what it was like, and what the other party was like at that time——

Forget it, can't think about it.

He stopped quickly.

Cheng Cheng thought for a long time in the quilt by himself but couldn't make any real progress, and the more he thought about it, the hungrier he got, he couldn't help it, and finally got up from the bed angrily, took a shower to wake himself up.

As a result, he also thought about this while taking a shower, Cheng Cheng was showering on the shower, staring at a certain place doubting his life.

After all, it was a big event, Cheng Cheng was still in a daze when he came out, he was wearing a bathrobe, his hair was not wiped with water, and he walked out in a very careless way dripping water.

He buried his head and walked too attentively, and within two steps, he found someone two steps away.

When I looked up, I found myself standing outside Xie Xun's room, and the other party seemed to be planning to come out, and just opened the door.

Although Cheng Cheng himself is not short, Xie Xun's stature is still too conspicuous, blocking the sunlight coming in through the blinds.

He looked at Xie Xun, then narrowed his eyes.

I really...

He and Xie Xun looked at each other for two seconds, then walked over bluntly, grabbed Xie Xun's hand politely, and dragged him back into the room.

"Cheng—" Before Xie Xun could finish speaking, Cheng Cheng interrupted, "Don't talk yet!"

In fact, Cheng Cheng just wanted to be nearby, and only after entering the door did he realize that this was Xie Xun's room.

This is the first time he came in. According to the plot in the book, this room is not often used. After all, what the original owner likes to do most is to lock the protagonist in the cellar, and this kind of normal place is rare.

Xie Xun's room is as boring as his own, clean and tidy like a model room that no one has ever lived in, Cheng Cheng compared it in his heart, if his room is not cleaned every day now, it is estimated that it will be as messy as it is in two days The same as my original studio.

The only thing that didn't look like a model room was the cabinet on the side. One door was closed, and the other half was ajar, as if it had just been opened.

Noticing that Cheng Cheng's eyes were subconsciously looking there, Xie Xun pulled away his hand calmly, walked over and closed the cabinet door naturally: "So, what can you do with me?"

Cheng Cheng also stared at Xie Xun closely: "Well, I'm here to express my condolences to you."

"I don't think I have anything to condolence to now." Xie Xun took a step forward to cover the cabinet, and said coldly.

"Indeed. But..." Cheng Cheng frowned.

Xie Xun looked at him.

He knew that he had misunderstood what he said after the other party woke up just now.

He didn't want to hide it at first, but those paintings are really... unrestrained and bold, not to mention that the main character is himself.

At that time, Cheng Cheng woke up just after he hid the painting, and suddenly he had no better excuse, but after two sentences, the other party really thought about other things.

Xie Xun sneered in his heart, it was wishful thinking.

But now he didn't intend to expose this fact, so he just looked at him lightly.

However, this glance seems to confirm his guess to the current Cheng Cheng, but when he thinks of the few pieces of paper that he threw into the cabinet...

It's not impossible to barely cooperate.

Cheng Cheng considered his words for a long time, and then a few words came out of his mouth: "...is it hard?"

Xie Xun expressionless: "I can bear it."

After all, apart from the fact that there was a drunk who forcibly came up and pulled my clothes and hands, it was indeed tolerable.

After Cheng Cheng heard it, he relaxed a little, that's good, he shouldn't be too rough.

Thinking of this, he looked at Xie Xun in front of him and suddenly felt a little indescribable sympathy.

Cheng Cheng lowered his voice a bit: "Then you now..."

Xie Xun said calmly, "It's okay."

You don't have to do much to be a model, even an hour is fine.

"Oh..." Cheng Cheng nodded, "Then, how long did I last night after getting drunk?"

Xie Xun's eyebrows twitched, and he thought for a while: "Two or three hours?"

From the time he entered the door with his back last night, to the time when he began to paint like crazy until he fell asleep, Xie Xun didn't pay much attention to the time, but it should have been such a few hours.

Cheng Cheng took a deep breath in his heart, what the hell, he turned out to be stronger than he thought!

Probably because the system had repeatedly told ED to say it for too long before, Cheng Cheng suddenly felt a sense of comfort of "I used to do this"——

"013," his eyes almost filled with enthusiasm, "From now on, you will separate me from the original owner in many ways."

system:?

If we keep chatting with Xie Xun, the character design will collapse again, Cheng Cheng stops here, but the information he just asked is enough to make him excited: "After all, the original owner is an ED, and I am different from him!"

Cheng Cheng, who had thrown off some of his hats, was so excited that he pushed the door and stepped out of Xie Xun's room with even bigger steps.

Almost unable to restrain himself from jumping up and down, he went downstairs.

Yes, he does!

While thinking, he closed the door for Xie Xun casually.

With the sound of the door, the expression of the person at the door slowly changed.

Xie Xun looked at the tightly closed door, and couldn't explain his current mood for a while.

He didn't think this misunderstanding would bring him any loss - in fact, he didn't complain too much after tossing around for so long last night.

However, Cheng Cheng's attitude was unexpected.

Even if it was just a short-term oolong, as long as Cheng Cheng asked Uncle Liu, his doubts could be solved quickly, but the casual questioning, and the fact that he seemed a little happy when he finally left...

Xie Xun's face turned cold.

What if it is true?

Will he do the same?

Although he knew it a long time ago, this person has no heart.

Maybe it's because he's been too lax these days, he actually feels that Cheng Cheng has changed.

I am really crazy.

Xie Xun began to feel that what he said was superfluous, he should just throw away Cheng Cheng’s drunken creation of Fang Qiu, and then don’t come back to see if he is still awake—no, he shouldn’t carry him, he shouldn’t If he is used to going there, he should walk without looking back when Uncle Liu is taking care of him...

He walked to the cabinet where the paintings were placed just now, held the handle with his hand, and was about to pull it out——

The images of those paintings appeared in Xie Xun's mind again.

"..."

One more look is dirty eyes.

With that thought in his mind, he slammed the cabinet door again.

Cheng Cheng didn't know what kind of psychological struggle the man above was going through at the moment, but he himself was famished, so he greeted Uncle Liu, and sat down on the table to eat.

His state of mind quickly turned from shock to bewilderment to joy, but now he has calmed down a lot.

After all, things have already happened, and it doesn’t seem good to keep chasing people to ask questions. The key point is that there will be a risk of triggering a violation judgment.

It's been a long time since I've been here, and the chef at home has also known Cheng Cheng's changed taste. He likes spicy food at noon, but it will be lighter in the afternoon.

He is also very satisfied with the dishes served now, especially the plate of boiled fish in the middle.

The scalding hot oil has just been poured on it, and at this time it is making a sizzling sound, and the mouth-watering aroma is also permeating.

Cheng Cheng thought of something, and as soon as he picked up a piece, he asked the person next to him, "Where's Xie Xun?"

"I have already notified you just now, and I will come down later."

"Oh..." Cheng Cheng responded.

The fish fillets were spicy and tempting to stimulate the taste buds. Cheng Cheng was satisfied after eating a few slices, when he suddenly thought of something.

this lunch...

Seems pretty spicy?

Cheng Cheng suddenly thought, so Xie Xun can't eat this now?

This cognition stunned him, no wonder he said no to eat, is it impossible to eat?

Cheng Cheng paused for a while, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was the reason.

But after tossing himself for so long, if he doesn't eat, will he be unbearable?

"Hiss..." Although Cheng Cheng felt that his character design was very scumbag, he would not be a normal person at a time like this. After thinking about it, he still felt that he should do something.

"That—" He put down his chopsticks.

The kitchen has been tidied up, and the chef himself has already thrown the sleeves aside. When he saw him come in, he wondered, "What's the matter, Mr. Cheng?"

"Do you need something else?" The other party asked politely.

"Is there anything..." Cheng Cheng looked around, then closed his mouth after a long time, "Forget it."

"Huh?" The other party was still in a daze.

No way, he really couldn't say something like "make Xie Xun something that is better for the intestines", let alone whether he would feel uncomfortable if he said it, the other party would soon He could know what happened, and with Xie Xun's stinky personality, if he really heard it, he might starve to death and refuse to eat.

Could it be that you have to do it yourself?

Cheng Cheng frowned.

He is actually quite confident in his cooking skills, but he seldom cooks in the past, not for other reasons, mainly because the preparation of dishes in the early stage and washing dishes in the later stage are really troublesome and tiring, but if it is just the process of cooking, he also Don't feel repelled.

He looked at the person who was still looking at him in trepidation.

...Forget it, it seems that it is not impossible.

"Wait a minute." Cheng Cheng took out his mobile phone and started searching for "soups and dishes that people with delicate stomachs can eat". After jotting down a bunch of ingredients, he began reporting them directly.

"Winter melon, black-bone chicken, radish, pumpkin..." Cheng Cheng said a lot, "Do you have all of these?"

"...Basically there are." The other party still looked at him nervously and suspiciously.

"Okay, as long as you have it." Cheng Cheng waved his hand, and then searched for two recipes, "Well, then, you can handle it for me..."

Uncle Liu just happened to come over: "Mr. Cheng, what is this?"

"Nothing," Cheng Cheng answered naturally, "I'm bored and want to practice cooking for fun."

These days, he goes to art exhibitions and sketches from time to time, and now he is not too surprised when he says he wants to cook: "Okay."

"Then wash everything up and call me when you're ready." Cheng Cheng arranged the washing, chopping, blanching, marinating and other tasks, and returned to the living room without any psychological burden, and began to drink tea.

The chef at home is professional, and the processing efficiency is very high. Everything is ready in less than half an hour. Cheng Cheng looked at the neatly stacked materials and entered the kitchen very confidently.

Just kidding, they are all good ingredients, and they are all semi-finished products. It is impossible to make them unpalatable if you make them casually.

"Okay, you guys go to rest."

"I asked Xie Xun to come down for an hour to try the dishes, and he said I made it, and I couldn't refuse."

There is no need to go to the company today, Xie Xun does not want to go downstairs, and continues to deal with business in the room alone.

When the knock on the door sounded for the third time, his brows frowned, and finally he was a little impatient: "I said you don't need to call me if you're eating."

"Mr. Xie," it was Uncle Liu who knocked on the door himself this time, "I know what you mean, but now Mr. Xiao Cheng made this meal himself, saying that he wanted to invite you..."

Before he finished speaking, the door opened.

Xie Xun's expression finally fluctuated: "He did it?"

Uncle Liu nodded: "Yes."

"He used to..."

"Mr. Xiao Cheng has never cooked for others before." Uncle Liu said very respectfully, "If you really don't want to go—"

"... Forget it." Xie Xun looked unhappy, but he didn't refuse, "I'll go down by myself later."

When Xie Xun went downstairs, he saw Cheng Cheng had just taken off his apron, his hair was a little messy, and he was serving the finished things to the table by himself.

He sneered in his heart, what kind of tricks is this man going to play?

He walked over calmly, didn't sit still, just looked at everything in front of him.

It looks very simple, and the amount is not large.

The dishes are also light, but the presentation is surprisingly good. The slices of winter melon are evenly thick, and the black-bone chicken pieces are also of a suitable size.

The soup, which is still steaming, is clear in color, not too greasy, and looks very palatable.

He remembered that Cheng Cheng had asked him to take away the crayfish for several days.

Since when did this guy like this?

Seeing him coming, Cheng Cheng started to feel lazy, and was afraid that he would spill it, so he frowned immediately: "Why are you standing there in a daze?"

Xie Xun: "..."

"Don't you have hands? Can you lift it yourself? Why do you want me to serve you and feed it to your mouth?"

"..."

"Oh, don't take my bowl and chopsticks, I ate it myself."

Xie Xun's hands were stiff.

Why cook when you've already eaten?

"Don't look! What are you looking at!" Cheng Cheng was a little nervous, and even more afraid that if he was more gentle, he would be judged to be against the protagonist, so he yelled back viciously.

"Didn't I say not to eat before?" Xie Xun sat down and said.

"Then you told someone else, it's useless to tell me." Cheng Cheng guarded him, "Hurry up!"

After all, he tried a little bit, and it seemed to be quite good.

However, Xie Xun still looked at him.

Cheng Cheng pointed dissatisfiedly: "Why, are you afraid that I will poison it?"

Xie Xun withdrew his gaze: "Don't dare."

"It's useless to be afraid, I'll put poison inside if I tell you, and seal my throat when I see blood," Cheng Cheng said fiercely, "But I just want you to drink it, if you don't drink it, you're not a real man!"

Probably because the reaction this time was quite intense, so Xie Xun didn't intend to say anything more, so he lifted it up and took a sip.

Although it is not considered a delicacy, it is not unpalatable either. The soup is clear and sweet, and the contents inside are also stewed soft. They are all very digestible food.

"Okay, after you finish eating, go wash the dishes by yourself."

Cheng Cheng observed Xie Xun's expression and judged that the results were not bad, and he felt a little proud.

"You..." Xie Xun opened his mouth.

Cheng Cheng was about to go back to the room, but stopped when he heard this: "What's the matter?"

"You don't want to do the dishes, do you?"

Cheng Cheng pointed at Xie Xun. In fact, he could of course ask Xie Xun not to wash the dishes, but since the meal was done, not letting him wash the dishes would not reflect the personality of the original owner, so he demanded forcefully: "Then you Think about your sister!"

After Cheng Cheng finished speaking harshly, he swaggered back to the bedroom.

Only the people at the dining table were left in a daze.

How could this person be so kind?

Will you cook for yourself?

Xie Xun took another bite of the pumpkin, the stew was glutinous and sweet, soft and hard just right.

And these things are light and digestible...

Some unlikely thoughts popped into his mind.

Should it be...?

But Cheng Cheng's attitude of running away after asking questions is still vivid in his memory.

But he himself had eaten, and he wanted to cook something that didn't suit his taste.

Anyway, he also knew that Cheng Cheng had a weird personality and was capricious...

Xie Xun finished the food in front of him, rejected the servant's suggestion, and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes by himself.

And Uncle Liu also said that this was the first time he saw Cheng Cheng cooking - and the object was himself.

Xie Xun turned on the faucet and shook his head slightly at the cold and flowing water column.

really?

Is it really?

He stretched out his hand to touch it, and the water droplets that were originally cool had brought some gentle warmth, gurgling and flowing on his fingertips.

Xie Xun pursed his lips, thinking without fluctuations on his face.

He seemed...to have misunderstood this lunatic before.

Although he is gloomy, moody, and has a bad temper...

He remembered the ones he had just tasted.

But he will draw pictures inspired by himself, he will be the first to hug himself subconsciously when he is drunk, and he will cook for himself after asking some awkward words.

Xie Xun sighed.

It seems that he still... likes him.