Pandora's Box

It's as if no one has ever hugged me well.Hugs mixed with lust don't count.

On the weekend morning, I woke up early and couldn't fall asleep, so I lay on the bed and swiped my phone bored, trying to make myself sleepy.When WeChat alerted me that there was a new message, I was refreshed, but it wasn't Zhuo, it was LEE.

LEE didn't look for me a few days ago, he seemed very busy, so he didn't want to contact me.

I suspect that he is busy with the object.

Sure enough, as soon as he opened his mouth today, he was expecting Ai Ai, and he stopped talking.

"What's the matter, have you had an affair recently?"

"I found that my physical strength is really weak," LEE said. "Three or four times a night, I feel very uncomfortable, and I have to rest for a few days."

"What? You can still do it three or four times?" I was suddenly amazed, "You are getting stronger and stronger, you are rejuvenating!"

"..." He was quiet for a while, and then said, "It's okay, I haven't had it. It's just that my waist is a little tired, my kidneys are a little weak, and my whole body is not right. Should I strengthen my exercise? ?”

I comforted him: "Don't worry about it, it's normal and there's nothing to worry about."

"is it?"

"Of course, men do that when they get older."

"...Can you say something good?"

"Well, you're really not too bad now."

"is it?"

"Yeah, it will get worse in a few years."

"..."

"It may be the low point of your physical fitness now, but I think it will be the peak of your physical fitness in the future!"

"..."

LEE then stopped talking to me.

While bombarding him with emojis, I thought angrily, even LEE’s spring has come, am I the only single dog in the world?

I couldn't help but let out a groan of injustice.

Turning over, I thought sourly again, Lee's little fresh meat must not be as good-looking as Zhuo.

Immediately, the face of that person appeared in front of his eyes.His full concentration, his unsmiling, his preoccupation, his emotionless eyes like a lake of mirrors.

Can't sleep at all now.

Since it was hopeless to sleep back into the cage again, I simply gave up struggling.Got up and went to the living room to have a look, Cheng Yichen really made breakfast again.

Seeing me, he was a little surprised: "Xiao is so early today." Then he quickly put a plate and fork in front of me: "Come, have some breakfast. Do you want coffee?"

Today there is Hong Kong-style West Toast, and I consciously packed myself a piece.The egg-coated bread was fried with tiger-skin patterns, and after one bite, there was no peanut butter or milk yolk in it, but the bread was actually full of milk deep inside.The soft milk overflowed the mouth with the squeeze of the lips and tongue, it was indescribably soft and smooth.

I open my eyes, it's delicious!

Compared with the common practice of tea restaurants, this one is healthy and special.After eating one piece, two pieces, I couldn't help stretching out my hand again.

There was only the last piece left on the plate, and when I went up with a fork, another fork also occupied the high ground at the same time.

Lu Feng stared at me.

I couldn't help but shiver.

Cheng Yichen knocked on the plate and said calmly, "For Xiao Jing."

Lu Feng silently withdrew his hand.

I shook my head and tail while eating: "Emmmm, it's so delicious!"

Lu Feng took a sip of coffee expressionlessly.

I suddenly felt the joy of a fox pretending to be a tiger.

After breakfast, Lu Feng got up to wash the dishes and cups, Cheng Yichen peeled an orange and gave it to me: "Remember to eat the fruit, to supplement vitamins."

"it is good."

The relationship between Cheng Yichen and I is considered harmonious, but we just can't get close, as if there is always a layer of separation.

I don't hate him.Even, if he is a few years younger, he is the type of appearance I admire the most - handsome and clean - I don't know why I especially like clean people.

But he is someone else's father, someone else's lover.A person whose all emotions have a stable destination is different from a person like me whose all emotions have nowhere to go.He has nothing to do with me anyway.

"By the way, Xiao Jing," he went to get his wallet, and said gently, "I haven't given you this week's pocket money yet."

He gave me 1000 yuan this time.

I remembered chatting with my teammates when I was playing games that day. Two of them were also college students and both lived on campus.When talking about expenses, one said that the living expenses were 2000 yuan a month, and the other said [-] yuan. Food, drink, clothing and entertainment were all included in it, and there was still some left over after one semester.

So that's the normal spending level for my age?

Do I think he gave too little purely because I spent too much money in the past?

How much money does his bookstore earn a month?

I took it over: "Thank you, Uncle Chen."

Weekends go by so fast, and not too fast.I am very happy not to have to go to class, but it also means that I can't see Zhuo.

I still don't know his name.It’s fine if he’s taciturn and doesn’t take the initiative to chat. We don’t have mutual friends yet, and he doesn’t post on Moments. There is simply no other channel to get to know him from the side.

I thought about it, fidgeting, and then realized that I was thinking about him a little too much.

I always want to chat with him if I have anything to do, always counting the time for his reply, like a stinky dick waiting for a male god to come.

I also don't know why this is happening.

Maybe because I have shown my vulnerability to each other, even if I have opened my heart, I have become different from others, and I have begun to rely on him?

"Will you attend the online substitute class on Monday?"

He quickly got back to me: "Sorry, I have a time conflict and can't go."

"Oh..." I was not discouraged, "Then are you free at noon, I treat you to dinner? I know there is a very delicious Teppanyaki!"

"I have time at noon," he said at last, "but you have to attend the morning class carefully, and you are not allowed to miss class. After you finish class, we will meet at the east gate of the school."

"..."

This still concerns me.

I like it^^

I obediently went to class on time, but whether I listened or not was another matter, especially since no one stabbed me with a pen next to me, so I couldn't help but sleep more calmly.

Until the bell rang for the end of get out of class, I woke up in a daze, squinting my eyes, and suddenly felt a girl in the front row looking back at me with big eyes.

I opened my eyes suddenly, startling her.

I said badly: "Why are you peeking at me? Have you ever seen a handsome one?"

She wrinkled her nose a little blushingly: "I'm not peeping at you."

"Ah, why not?"

She hummed twice and said, "Hasn't Zhuo Wenyang accompanied you to class recently?"

I didn't respond: "Who?"

She stared at me: "The person who accompanied you in class."

The word "accompany" is used very spiritually.

So that's his name.

"Wenyang is such a strange name, a sheep that studies literature, and a sheep that practices martial arts?"

She stared at me again: "It's Yang who set sail. What the hell, aren't you his friend? You don't know who he is?"

"The hero doesn't ask where he came from," I was very open-minded, "It doesn't matter what his name is."

She looked at me suspiciously: "You are so strange, are you not familiar with him?"

I had a feeling of being stabbed, and immediately refused to accept it: "Where is it unfamiliar, we have eaten several times."

She looked at me again: "You don't even know the name, so do you know that he is the man of our big T?"

"?? How stormy?" Too many reworks to break the record?

"Do you know how many SCI papers he has published?"

I was at a loss: "What is SCI?"

She was stunned: "Why do you ask such a question?"

"I only know about SCPs."

She frowned: "What is SCP?"

I was happy: "Look, you don't understand either."

"..."

"SCP is something that violates the laws of nature. It can be a substance, a living thing, or a place. Because these things violate the laws of nature, they are usually a threat to us humans. The SCP Foundation is a collection of these dangerous things. The organization that got up, like MIB, you know the men in black?"

She nodded.

"SCPs are divided into S-class, E-class, and K-class. S-class is safe, E-class is threat, K-class is dangerous," I said in a low voice, "K-class is the most difficult to contain, very aggressive, and will be harmful to humans. If they pose a huge threat, they can’t even be contained. If they cannot be contained, the Foundation can consider destroying them. S-level security only means that they can be safely contained, not that they themselves are safe. The most famous monster is an E-level monster. It's called SCP-173..."

She was taken aback by what I said, and it took a long time before she came back to her senses and said angrily: "Ah, you're going too far!"

I crossed my arms and said, "Then tell me about your SCI, is it fun to have SCP?"

"SCI is, yes, ah, you don't understand it, but it's very powerful anyway," she said, "Do you know what level it is to be able to publish five SCI papers during an undergraduate course? It's even published in Nature, and it's still one!"

"..."

"He also participated in the XXXX conference (I didn't hear what it was here), the top journal, the top meeting! It's full of gold!"

Me: "???" I don't know what this is talking about, but I feel very powerful.

"In short, he is a top student! A top student!"

"Then he still rebuilds?"

"What, don't tarnish our male god, how can you retake it!" She said, "He has already graduated from undergraduate, and is studying in graduate school. I always thought that he would go to a famous foreign school for graduate school. Considering his level, that's not the case. Pick whatever you want! Unexpectedly, he is still in T University. He is the light of our T University!"

"???" I was stunned, "Then why does he come to these classes?"

She stared at me: "You ask me? How do I know? I still ask you?"

"How do I know?"

"Oh," she was so angry that she wanted to jump. "Isn't he just accompanying you in class? Why don't you ask three questions? Aren't you his friend?"

"..." So am I really his friend?

It was probably because my face changed, she quickly said: "I have no other intentions! No matter what, it is very enviable for the male god to accompany you to class!"

She probably really felt that this should be a great honor, but I didn't feel like it at all.