Pandora's Box

I forced myself to pretend to be asleep for a while, and then took advantage of the two of them going to the kitchen, got up in despair and slipped back to the bedroom.

Only the game can nourish my dry heart. I went online to kill the Quartet with DV, and achieved inner balance with my impressive record, as well as a small increase in my WeChat balance.

However, the offline only feels very tired and empty, but still can't sleep.

TikTok Weibo and game forums couldn’t find anything new, so there was nothing I could do, so I took out the notebook lent to me by the rebuilder from the bookshelf, and leaned against the bedside to read it for a while.

His handwriting is very delicate and elegant.

Good handwriting seems to have the power to heal people's hearts, plus that content...

Ouch I go, is there anything more hypnotic than linear algebra?

It didn't take long for me to fall into a coma properly.

In the morning I was woken up by some inexplicable ping-pong noises.

I woke up sleepily, and habitually went to the edge of the dining table to look for my breakfast.

Cheng Yichen was not there, only Lu Feng made himself a cup of strong black coffee expressionlessly, then sat down beside him with a newspaper.

The pattern of breakfast today is nothing special, fried eggs, bacon, toast, and hot milk.However, the eggs and bacon were burnt, and the toast was not up to par.

I hesitated for a moment, but felt that an egg should not be judged by its appearance, so I forked a piece and put it in my mouth.

Then, without accident, my eyes were straightened.

Oh my god, my dog, I have never eaten such a bad fried egg in my life!

What an ingenious skill this is!

I barely swallowed it, and said tremblingly, "This...is too salty!"

Hearing the words, Lu Feng said calmly: "Just eat what you have, don't be picky."

"...I just feel emotional."

As a freelancer, I certainly have no position to criticize other people's labor.But I bite the bullet and ate two more pieces. The endless aftertaste made me tear up, and I couldn't help muttering: "Why would Uncle Chen put so much salt?"

Lu Feng said blankly, "I did it."

"...???!!!"

"Xiaochen is still sleeping."

"..."

"He has a cold, let him sleep more."

"……Oh."

"You eat yours, don't quarrel with him."

Lu Feng went out.

Looking at the unrecognizable fried eggs in front of me, I was so amazed that I couldn't help but took out my phone and took several pictures from different angles.

This is Lu Feng's breakfast!

Whether it's unpalatable or rare, it's worth going down in the annals of history.

Although Lu Feng warned me not to make noise, I still secretly opened the door of Cheng Yichen's bedroom and peeked inside.

As expected, Cheng Yichen hadn't woken up yet, only half of his sleeping face was exposed, tightly covered by the quilt.

Lu Feng helped him tuck the quilt carefully.

Of course I don't like Lu Feng.Even if he doesn't offend me and I don't offend him, for me he is too cold, too vicious, and too unfriendly.

But that guy treated Cheng Yichen with all his tenderness.

very nice.

I'm so sour ==

This day, I muddled through the two afternoon classes again.Brother Re-Xiu didn't come, and I was very lonely and sad in the last row.

I inexplicably feel that the happiness I am going to class now is all given by my elder brother.

After class, I came out with my bag and walked around the school, when I suddenly saw him in front of the opposite teaching building.

He habitually stands upright, with a schoolbag on one shoulder, one hand in his pocket, and the other hand looking at his phone.The wind blew his hair a little messy, but his features were still beautiful.

This is playing with your phone until you forgot to walk. Could it be that you saw some gossip?

Excitedly, I approached quietly, then jumped in front of him, and shouted: "Hi!"

He froze for a moment.

It was only then that I noticed that he was talking on the phone with a Bluetooth headset, and the stock market curve was displayed on the phone screen.

Interrupting other people's business, I quickly raised my hands, took a step back, and said humbly: "You do your work first."

He smiled, and then said to the other side: "That's it, just tidy up and send me an email." He cut off the call.

He looked at me, and I looked at him too. Actually, I was very happy, but when I opened my mouth, I said cheaply: "You skipped class, and you didn't go to the agent today. Your usual points will be gone."

He apologized: "I have other classes."

I understand very well: "There is a conflict in the class time. It's inevitable. It's okay. If the teacher calls your name, I will call it for you. I can call it for the whole dormitory with a variety of timbres!"

He smiled: "Yeah. Thanks."

I asked again: "Are there any classes below?"

He shook his head: "No more."

I immediately said, "Then, if you're not in a hurry to go back, I'll treat you to a cup of coffee."

He hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay. But I need to turn on the computer to handle some work first, so I may not be able to chat with you."

I was overjoyed: "It's okay, it's just a cup of coffee, as long as you are busy with your work."

I went to the nearest Starbucks next to the school. I ordered a Mocha Coco Frappuccino, and he ordered an Iced Americano.

I:"……"

Against his bland taste, my preferences seemed too uncool.

I said, "Wait, I've changed mine to American too."

It's strange, on the one hand, I think I am very fashionable and chic, and he is old-fashioned and dull, but on the other hand, I can't help but move closer to his aesthetic.

When I got my coffee and sat down, he had already turned on Surface Pro and worked for a while.

When he is highly concentrated, his thin lips will be pursed, his eyes will be bright, and his eyebrows will be slightly wrinkled into a menacing shape.

I looked at him, and he never took his eyes off the screen, looking very serious, efficient, and focused.I seem to be able to imagine his brain running at high speed.

I looked around, and there were quite a few people sitting in Starbucks with computers. I couldn't help but think, hum, you mortals are here to pretend, only my eldest brother is really working!

It's strange that some people, even if they don't speak, can make you feel very happy and enjoy sitting opposite him.

I admired it in a comfortable mood, and while picking up the coffee at hand, I took a big sip happily.

"..." What the hell, I almost couldn't hold it.

Bitter and cold, good chicken is hard to drink.

After a while, he turned off the computer and said apologetically, "I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

I quickly said, "No, no."

After staring at each other for a few seconds, I was speechless for a while, and I asked again: "Why do you order American style? Why is the American style delicious? Isn't the Frappuccino delicious?"

I thought he was going to do some "classic" "pure" "healthy" analysis, and he said, "Ah, because it's the cheapest."

"???"

He looked at me: "When someone treats you, it's polite to order the cheapest one."

"..."

This guy is really naive.

But why is it kinda cute.

"Don't be polite to me, I have money." Not really.

He smiled.

I slapped my swollen face to pretend to be fat: "Really! Just order what you like next time."

May my WeChat balance rest in peace.