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

Finally, when Xie Xun was about to leave the ward, he cruelly confiscated a lot of comic books that Xie Ling had collected, and re-arranged the study tasks that were twice as heavy as before.

"Even if you don't go to school, you have to keep up with the progress." He said coldly.

Xie Ling with a face of not knowing why things turned out like this: "Brother? Didn't you tell me to say everything?"

"It has nothing to do with that." Xie Xun looked at her condescendingly, "Stop playing games, don't miss the exercises after each chapter, and don't miss the other subjects. Remember to set the alarm clock in the morning to read in the morning."

"..."

"Okay," it was getting late, Xie Xun looked out the window, the black car was still parked downstairs, "you can call me if you need anything."

"Oh." Xie Ling looked aggrieved.

Therefore, it seems that what Cheng Cheng said before is not unreasonable.

When Xie Xun returned to the car, it was already getting late.

The dusk in summer is the most beautiful. The flocculent clouds and the orange sunset are intertwined, and they are scattered casually, forming a warm light.

After all, it hasn't stopped since waking up this morning, probably after waiting for a long time, Cheng Cheng has already fallen asleep leaning on the back seat.

Xie Xun got into the car, the driver probably didn't know whether to wake up Cheng Cheng, and gave him a embarrassed look.

"Then drive back directly." Xie Xun said in a low voice.

"it is good."

The car drove smoothly along the way, and the temperature inside the car was suitable, so Cheng Cheng was not woken up by the movements of the two of them.

His breathing was slow and even, and he slept peacefully.

Xie Xun, who had been sitting at the side maintaining a posture for a long time, heard the sound of breathing, then turned his face silently and looked at him.

I have to say that this face is too beautiful, but there is no obvious femininity, and the eyelashes are very long, silently covering the pair of pure black pupils at this moment.

What is he trying to do?

I didn't care about this problem at first, but I just got all up and prepared to deal with the days after that.

The result is now...

Forget it, Xie Xun thought, this lunatic is inherently moody and unpredictable, maybe these two days are just a whim of fun.

Xie Xun looked away, and sneered after a while.

He was also very curious about what Cheng Cheng's final goal was, and even began to look forward to the other party's future methods.

When Cheng Cheng woke up, he found that it was completely dark.

The car stopped at the entrance of the villa, and I don't know when it came back.

He yawned lazily, stretched out his hand inadvertently as if he had bumped into something, and turned around to find that it was Xie Xun's arm.

Only then did he realize that he had fallen asleep while waiting for someone downstairs in the hospital.

Cheng Cheng was in a good mood when he thought of this, and he looked at the people beside him and said with a smile, "Finish talking with your sister? Why don't you go down by yourself first?"

Xie Xun said coolly: "Because of the deep-rooted affection for Mr. Cheng, you didn't even get out of the car, how could I go alone."

Cheng Cheng pretended that he couldn't hear the sarcasm in it, and he didn't intend to admit that these were just what he said to Xie Ling foolishly just now: "That's right, I hope tomorrow's you will also remember today's words."

Seeing that he woke up, Uncle Liu who was waiting outside the car door came up to open the door and fetched clothes for him, "By the way, the tailor you arranged earlier has also arrived, and he hasn't left yet, still waiting..."

Cheng Cheng remembered that when he went out to buy a ring today, he asked Uncle Liu to make an appointment for a custom-made suit, but he stayed at Xie Ling's place for a long time in the afternoon, and fell asleep in the car when he came back. over this matter.

Cheng Cheng nodded and walked in: "Go and measure the size first. Even Xie Xun's."

As soon as he entered the living room, Cheng Cheng saw several staff members in formal attire.

After tossing around all afternoon and feeling hungry, Cheng Cheng didn't want to move: "Uncle Liu, when was the last time I took my measurements?"

"Two months ago."

"Then just give Xie Xun the measure, and I'll just use the last size." Cheng Cheng took a peach and leaned on the sofa, not planning to move.

"But Mr. Xiao Cheng..."

"It's okay, just measure him." Cheng Cheng collapsed on the sofa, squinted his eyes comfortably, and said.

Xie Xun at the side glanced at him, and was about to speak when Cheng Cheng noticed, "No, you have to measure."

Cheng Cheng waved his hands like an unreasonable bully: "It's said that after getting married, it means the Cheng family's face! What does it look like to buy clothes casually!"

The double standard made me completely forget the casual clothes I was wearing when I went out today.

The staff member wearing gloves came up respectfully: "Then, Mr. Xie..."

There was a mirror not far away, Xie Xun didn't say anything, and followed the tailor to the mirror.

Cheng Cheng gnawed on a peach while lying on the sofa to watch the fun.

Xie Xun was wearing a very standard three-piece suit today. He took off his coat and vest, stood up straight, and began to let the two measure for him one after the other.

Cheng Cheng, who was still a little tired, looked at it, and the sleepiness flew away inexplicably.

Only then did he see Xie Xun's figure clearly.

The other party is 1.9 meters tall and has excellent proportions. He is only wearing a shirt at the moment, and because of the measurement, when the soft ruler is passed close to the body, the perfect proportions and muscles are looming through the thin fabric of the clothes.

But if you put aside the series of adjectives, Cheng Cheng thinks that Xie Xun's body proportions are the kind of people who will follow behind and want to chase after the painting as long as he throws it at the gate of the Academy of Fine Arts without wearing a shirt.

He was so focused that he forgot to chew on the peach, so he just watched Xie Xun's body being measured.

It's just a standard mannequin!

As an art student's instinct, Cheng Cheng looked at it for a while, and only one word remained in his mind.

want to draw.

Anyway, I got some sleep in the car today, and Cheng Cheng did it when he thought of it, without delaying a moment, he went upstairs to find tools.

After all, the original owner didn't have this hobby, and Cheng Cheng searched for a long time, but he could only find a pen that he was barely comfortable with, and a few pieces of sketch paper that he didn't know how long.

There is no drawing board, but this is not the most important thing now. Cheng Cheng bit the peach and went back to the living room, just in time to see that the staff had already collected the soft ruler and other tools: "Then Mr. Cheng, we will do it as soon as possible. I contacted the butler to bring up the dresses for you two."

Cheng Cheng nodded without hesitation, pulled Xie Xun who was about to put on his clothes, and walked towards his room.

Xie Xun was dragged by him, a little unhappy: "Mr. Cheng, what are you doing?"

Cheng Cheng didn't answer right away, but pulled him all the way until he entered his room before closing the door.

The person he dragged over was frowning, with a look of confusion.

Now Cheng Cheng looks at Xie Xun as if he saw that he failed to complete the project in the end, his tone improved a lot unconsciously, and he pointed to the chair beside him: "Sit."

Xie Xun's expression became even more strange.

After all, this is a ready-made model. Cheng Cheng has experienced many things in school where the models put pigeons on him. Afraid that Xie Xun would run away, he simply stepped over and locked the door of the room first.

Then he walked up to Xie Xun, politely moved the chair in front of him, and said again: "Sit."

While looking at Xie Xun, Cheng Cheng thought about what kind of pose would be better to draw, and was thinking about it, when suddenly a heart-pounding stabbing pain surged up.

It was that involuntary feeling of suffocation again, Cheng Cheng was unprepared, as soon as his knees gave way, he was about to fall to the ground.

But before he fell, a big hand grabbed his waist and helped him stand up.

However, this hardly eased Cheng Cheng's pain. The terrible and desperate feeling of dying overwhelmed him. He opened his mouth to breathe, but he didn't even have the strength to gasp. The air in his lungs was blocked, his brain was starved of oxygen, and his heart beat fast. .

Cheng Cheng's tears were forced out, and he hurriedly called the system: "013!! What's going on!!"

"This..." The system appeared in response, hesitated and said, "Probably because your attitude towards him just now was too good, which triggered the judgment of violating the human setting, so, so..."

WTF! ?

What did I do!I got him a chair! !

Is it too far off the mark! !

Xie Xun on the side looked at Cheng Cheng's appearance at the moment, this sudden situation didn't seem to be pretended, and frowned: "What's wrong with you?"

He patted Cheng Cheng on the back to calm him down, but it didn't help at all.

He held Cheng Cheng's hand and planned to open the door: "I'll call you Uncle Liu."

Hearing this, Cheng Cheng quickly grabbed his hand: "Don't—"

As a result, he stumbled and couldn't control his strength, so he staggered directly, and the whole person fell in response to Xie Xun's movement, but the other party didn't react and slammed into the door together.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang from the wooden door.

Xie Xun made Cheng Cheng's meat pad, and he slammed into the door hard, and still hissed in pain for a while.

However, at this moment, Cheng Cheng's suffocating sense of dying disappeared.

The feeling of sudden relief made Cheng Cheng a little unbelievable: "013, I haven't done anything yet, how come it's all right again?"

"Cough, this may be because..." the system's voice was dry, "Because you hurt the protagonist just now."

"According to the regulations, this is also considered a 'bad', so it was judged successful and the feedback just now was lifted."

"...fuck." Cheng Cheng couldn't believe it.

Does physical or physical torture count?

He took a few breaths of relief to confirm that the feeling just now did not reappear, and then looked at Xie Xun who was at the side.

It seems that the bump just now was really hard. Although Xie Xun's expression has returned to normal, his lips are still a little pale.

"Are you okay?" Seeing that Cheng Cheng was no longer breathing, Xie Xun looked over suspiciously and asked.

Cheng Cheng nodded, "A little problem."

"Not good—" He just wanted to subconsciously say sorry, but he stopped immediately.

Moving him a chair by himself can trigger the feeling of near-death just now. If he speaks nicely, won't he have to do it again.

Thinking of this, Cheng Cheng cursed, it was all broken systems.

"Mr. Cheng called me here, what exactly are you going to do?" Seeing that he had returned to normal, Xie Xun spoke again.

What are you doing, I want you to be a painting model.

Cheng Cheng sighed in his heart, the protagonist, it's not that I don't want to treat you well.

It's the system's fault.

Due to the original owner's incompetence in some aspects, the props in this aspect can be directly obtained from local materials - Cheng Cheng walked to the edge of the bookshelf, and took a two-piece whip with soft barbs in his hand.

On Cheng Cheng's face appeared the grim smile when he entered the cellar for the first time——

He fiercely waved his whip towards the void beside Xie Xun, and ordered: "Take off your shirt!"

"Sit on the chair!"

"Correct!"

"Keep it! Don't move!"

"..."