reverse trapping

The restless wind tried to sneak in through the gap of the glass window, and the thin sound swept across Mu Ze's heart, like a feather flying by.

At that moment, Cheng Mu's intention to cover up was lost in an instant, and he was too embarrassed to speak.

"Next time." Shen Jinzhi smiled, "I have a meeting in half an hour, and I'll see you next time."

Cheng Mu raised his eyes and met Shen Jinzhi's smiling eyes.

Before leaving, Shen Jinzhi inexplicably nodded his cheeks, and his smile grew wider.

Cheng Mu didn't understand what kind of riddle Shen Jinzhi was playing, so he stood there thinking for a while, and walked out of the classroom in confusion.

He walked slowly, and when he passed the mirror in front of the fire hydrant in the corridor, his peripheral vision inadvertently glanced aside.

Cheng Mu was startled and turned back abruptly.

In the mirror, a smiling face was clearly printed on his right face, as complete as a deliberate red brand.

Cheng Mu raised his wrist, saw the protruding smiley face pattern on the clothes, and immediately understood Professor Shen's hint of pointing his cheek.

He raised his knuckles and rubbed them, but the action of accelerating the spread of the red mark didn't seem to be very effective.

People kept passing by Cheng Muze, he covered half of his face in embarrassment, and walked away quickly.

Until sunset, Cheng Mu still felt ashamed of what happened in the afternoon.

After going to the bathroom, he stood in front of the sink and looked at himself in the mirror.

He raised his wet fingertips and touched the red marks on his cheeks.

That action seemed to turn on some recording button, and what Shen Jinzhi said in the afternoon was played slowly in his mind.

"Are you... dating me?"

Cheng Mu was startled, and retracted his fingertips.

There was a continuous vibration from the pocket, and Cheng Mu took out his mobile phone and tapped the answer button.

"Xiao Cheng? I'm Xiao Shuo's cousin."

"Well, it's me." Cheng Mu responded, "Do you have something to explain?"

"That's right, my landlord friend heard that you have already moved in, and bought a lot of things today to put in your place."

"Do you want me to accept it?"

"Yes, but not all of them." Wan Weiduo said, "He just felt that the things in the house were a bit old, so he bought some for you...for the tenant. When the things arrive, you can just unpack them and use them."

"Okay, I see, thank you."

Cheng Mu took off his phone, silently repeated the quantifier "box" in his heart, and a bad premonition vaguely appeared in his heart.

Facts have proved that his worries were not superfluous.

At night, he swiped his card normally to pass through the gate of the community, and just a few steps out, the guard stopped him.

Cheng Mu stood still, looked in the direction the guard pointed, and saw four or five express boxes stacked in the corner, as high as half a person.

The guard told him that it was all his courier.

Looking at these "big guys", Cheng Mu couldn't help feeling a toothache.

So many couriers are stored at the guard, do you want him to move them back with bare hands?

He looked back and asked the guard, "Can I pick it up tomorrow? I don't have a car, so it's really inconvenient to move back."

The guard shook his head: "That's not good, it's too unsightly. Tomorrow, a leader will come to inspect it. If you put these boxes here, do you still want my work?"

"Okay." Cheng Mu sighed, "I'll move out now and cause you trouble."

Cheng Muze's hands had just touched the cool body of the box when a car drove in at the door, and the headlights of the car shone brightly on the courier, cutting out distinct shadows.

Cheng Mu reached into the shadows, picked up the top box, and turned his head to look at the road.

Suddenly, he lightened his hand, as if someone helped him lift the bottom of the box.

Cheng Mu raised his head and saw Shen Jinzhi whose face was half illuminated.

Thinking of what happened in the afternoon, Cheng Mu's scalp tightened, and the movements of raising his arms also became stiff.

While he was in a daze, Shen Jinzhi took the box completely: "Something to bring home? Let me help you."

"what?"

Cheng Mu hadn't fully recovered yet, Shen Jinzhi was already walking towards the car parked by the side of the road with the landlord's courier in his hands.

When Cheng Mu caught up with Shen Jinzhi, the box was already lying firmly on the back seat.

Shen Jinzhi turned around: "What's wrong?"

He looked natural, as if he didn't care about the afternoon's affairs at all.

Cheng Mu shook his head.

It was indeed not close to the building he lived in, and it was indeed a bit strenuous to move all of them back with bare hands.

In this way, Cheng Mu once again accepted Shen Jinzhi's help.

After placing those boxes, Cheng Mu took a cup of warm water for Shen Jinzhi.

Cheng Mu casually scanned the packages, and found that on the outer package of one of the boxes was written the four characters "curtains are fragile". The handwriting in black marker pen was as big as a palm, and it was difficult to ignore it.

curtain……

The curtains here are still in good condition, why did the landlord want to replace them all of a sudden?

"Are you worried about how to hang the curtains?"

Shen Jinzhi's voice broke the silence, and Cheng Mu replied subconsciously: "How do you know there is—"

Halfway through the speech, he lowered his eyes slightly, and saw the big characters on the box again.

That's right, with such a large handwriting, it is enough to read clearly even sitting on the sofa.

"If you hang the curtains, I should too."

Seeing Shen Jinzhi standing up, Cheng Mu was about to refuse the politeness hidden in his consciousness, and the four big words "sense of presence" flashed in his mind like a task reminder.

No matter what you do, as long as you stand in front of Shen Jinzhi, doesn't it mean you have a sense of presence?

He quickly changed his mind, and followed Shen Jinzhi's intention: "Then thank you, Teacher Shen."

Shen Jinzhi stood aside, waiting for Cheng Mu to open the box.

Cheng Mu scratched open the cardboard box, peeled away layers of plastic packaging, and saw the new curtains.

However, the color of this curtain seems to be the same as the current one.

When most people change their curtains, they will probably choose some different colors from the previous ones, which can also add a bit of freshness, but the landlord has chosen a similar one to the previous ones. Does he have a soft spot for this kind of color scheme?

Beside him, Shen Jinzhi pulled the curtain: "Looking at the size, it should be in the bedroom. You said in the afternoon that the curtains are poor in shading, and you didn't sleep well last night. Isn't that just right?"

"When will I—" Cheng Mu changed his voice guiltily, "It's okay to sleep, and I'll get used to it in a few days, but it's also good to change."

Cheng Mu laughed dryly, and patted his mouth, which was about to cause trouble, away from Shen Jinzhi's gaze.

In the future, he had to correct his quick-talking problem, lest Shen Jinzhi see the clues.

He turned and walked to the door of the second bedroom and opened it.

Cheng Mu put the box by the window, but found Shen Jinzhi still standing at the door.

Without knowing it, he looked at Shen Jinzhi inwardly.

Shen Jinzhi said: "As for the bedroom, is it convenient for me to enter?"

"Yes." Cheng Mu had no sense of boundary, "Why can't you enter? There is nothing strange in my room."

Shen Jinzhi's expression changed slightly, his eyes looked straight ahead, and he walked straight to the window.

Cheng Mu leaned over and pulled out the curtain in the delivery box, feeling a little distressed.

Although he has learned a lot in recent years, hanging curtains is still beyond his ability.

Cheng Mu raised his head in embarrassment: "Mr. Shen, how do we hang this up?"

"Bring me a stool." Shen Jinzhi added, "A stool you can step on."

Turning around in the living room, Cheng Mu moved a stool from the kitchen to the window.

Cheng Mu knelt down to get the curtains, and Shen Jinzhi immediately stepped on the stool. He stretched out his hands to the joint of the curtain hooks, and skillfully dismantled the curtains, giving Cheng Mu the illusion that he had lived here.

The stool that was moved was not stable enough, and Cheng Mu hurriedly stretched out his hand to stabilize it.

Cheng Mu raised his eyes and looked at Shen Jinzhi from a subtle angle.

The thin fabric pressed against his muscles, stretching out the lines tightly, showing off his superior body proportions.

Cheng Mu couldn't help thinking that if Shen Jinzhi was the subject of the photo, he would be more photogenic than anyone he had ever photographed before, if... he could still take pictures.

Just as he was thinking wildly, Shen Jinzhi's figure flickered suddenly.

Cheng Mu subconsciously stood up to protect the person on the stool.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still.

Shen Jinzhi didn't step on the ground, nor did he show any signs of falling, but Cheng Muze's hand was on Shen Jinzhi's waist.

Through the slightly grainy clothing, Cheng Mu could even feel the abdominal muscles highlighted by the opponent's exertion.

Cheng Muze's arm froze in place.

Outside the window not far away, two street lamps facing each other went out at the same time, adding a touch of thickness to the night.

Shen Jinzhi lowered his eyes, and his gaze fell on Cheng Muze's hand.

Cheng Mu withdrew his hand as if it was hot.

"Sorry, I thought you were going to fall if you couldn't stand still."

Shen Jinzhi chuckled: "Thank you, but probably not, the balance of my waist should be fine."

"it is good."

Cheng Muze shrank his fingertips into the palm of his hand, and repeated: "Okay."

Until Shen Jinzhi left, Cheng Mu was a little absent-minded.He sat on the sofa for a long time before finally regaining his composure.

He breathed a sigh of relief and began to review the "record" of the day.From the current point of view, Shen Jinzhi at least does not reject contact with him.

Although Cheng Mu didn't know how long this sense of presence would last, it certainly wasn't a day or two.

In fact, his and Shen Jinzhi's careers have almost no intersection.

And rubbing class is definitely not something you can do every day, if you frequently fall asleep in Shen Jinzhi's class, it will probably be counterproductive.

Tomorrow, what reason is there to find Professor Shen?

"Ding--"

Cheng Mu picked up his phone, which was pushed by the Wechat Sports Official Account.

He casually clicked in and glanced at it as usual, then exited.

Suddenly, Cheng Mu realized something.

He has many colleagues on WeChat, and the nature of photography work determines that their WeChat steps will not be too low.

Shen Jinzhi has a car, and the distance between his home and school is very close, so there is no reason for his steps to always be at the top.

Unless, he has the habit of running in the morning or at night.

Thinking of this, Cheng Muze's thoughts suddenly brightened.

He took a relaxing bath, set the alarm clock for five o'clock tomorrow morning, and planned to get up early to squat Shen Jinzhi.

After confirming his perfect plan, Cheng Mu was going to sleep with the curtains drawn.

The curtains slammed shut.

The new curtains are semi-linen with a frosted touch.

The tactile sensation connects to memory, and the picture of him touching Shen Jinzhi's waist and abdomen when he hung the curtains automatically played in Cheng Muze's mind.

Cheng Mu shook his head violently, shaking out those messy thoughts.

Recently, he seems to be repeatedly thinking about certain things that happened just now, wondering if there is something wrong with his nervous reflexes.

It seems that he needs to find time to go to the hospital to register.

After being forced to turn it on by the alarm clock the next day, Cheng Mu squinted his eyes and finished washing.

And when he failed to touch the tool bag he had prepared in advance on the desktop, he remembered that he didn't get up early today to go to work.

He patted his face hard, forcing himself to wake up.

After finding two bottles of water, Cheng Mu started wandering around the community.

On the second lap, Cheng Mu actually found Shen Jinzhi.

Shen Jinzhi was wearing a casual sportswear without glasses, and he was completely different from his usual appearance in school.

Cheng Mu didn't have time to continue observing, because Shen Jinzhi had already moved towards him.

He took a long breath, pretended nothing happened and ran towards him, sneaking glances in Shen Jinzhi's direction again and again.

20 meters...

ten meters...

Three meters...

Shen Jinzhi hasn't found him yet.

If he waited any longer, his early waking up would be meaningless.

Cheng Mu raised his head, and said to Shen Jinzhi from the air: "Is it such a coincidence, Mr. Shen."

Shen Jinzhi stopped, breathing steadily while responding.

Cheng Mu pursed his lips, and tightened his fingertips on the water bottle slightly: "Does Teacher Shen also like morning jogs?"

"Like...morning jogging?"

Shen Jinzhi raised his eyes, the light spots in his dark pupils moved slightly, and he smiled suddenly.

Cheng Mu hated getting up early, let alone running in the morning, but Shen Jinzhi probably didn't know.

But right now, Shen Jinzhi's smile made Cheng Muze feel like he was being seen through, as if a lie had been typed on a public screen with large characters, and anyone passing by could see it clearly.

Cheng Mu subtly handed over a bottle of water: "Mr. Shen, drink some water, it's unopened."

Shen Jinzhi pursed his smile, took the water and glanced at the other bottle in his hand.

Cheng Mu frowned.

He seemed to understand what Professor Shen was laughing at.

How can someone bring two bottles of water for morning jogging, and one bottle has not been opened yet?

Cheng Mu's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he had a flash of inspiration.

He handed another unopened bottle of water: "The packaging is so tight that I can't unscrew it. Can Teacher Shen help me?"

Shen Jinzhi didn't say anything, just took the water bottle, opened it and returned it.

Cheng Mu observed Shen Jinzhi's expression while drinking water, but after drinking half a bottle, he couldn't analyze whether his cover-up was effective from the other's expression.

He put down the water bottle and just tightened the cap when Shen Jinzhi pointed to the long pavilion not far away and said, "Sit for a while?"

Seeing that Shen Jinzhi didn't pay attention to their "encounter" this morning, Cheng Mu nodded repeatedly.

The two sat on the slightly cool stone platform in the long pavilion.

He was used to seeing Shen Jinzhi wearing glasses, but Cheng Mu was still a little unaccustomed to Shen Jinzhi in front of him.

He gestured in front of his eyes and said, "Why didn't you wear glasses today?"

Shen Jinzhi explained: "Running is inconvenient."

"Are you wondering if I can see the road clearly?" Shen Jinzhi smiled lightly and turned away, "Actually, I'm wearing plain glasses."

Cheng Muze found out about Shen Jinzhi's wearing of plain glasses last time. After mentioning this, his curiosity was aroused again: "If you are not nearsighted, why do you wear glasses every day?"

Shen Jinzhi's eyes darkened, and he said in a low voice: "A few years ago, a very important person told me that my eyes are too aggressive, and it will be much better if I wear glasses. Softer eyes are more suitable for preaching. Teaching and solving doubts."

"That's it." Cheng Mu understood a little bit, "But it's been a few years, even if there are, it should be faded away, won't it be troublesome to wear glasses all the time?"

Shen Jinzhi fell silent, and suddenly shortened the distance between the two.

He stared straight at Cheng Muze, and it took him a long time to say a word in a gentle tone.

"Then help me see, can my eyes still give people that feeling?"

The author says:

Happy New Year's Day, little cuties~