reverse trapping

Cheng Mu's ears went numb, and he looked back at Shen Jinzhi in astonishment.

Is Professor Shen calling him?

In the field of vision, the corners of Shen Jinzhi's lips were slightly curved, and his gaze behind the rimless lenses was soft, without any discomfort, which gave Cheng Mu the illusion that he was hallucinating again.

They were so close that Cheng Mu could even feel Shen Jinzhi's heartbeat behind him.

"It's almost time to start, everyone fasten your seat belts first."

The driver's thick voice interrupted Cheng Muze's thoughts. Now, he has to find a place to sit down.

Compared to Tang Luo who met by chance, sitting with Shen Jinzhi is obviously a more ideal choice.

"Come here." Shen Jinzhi walked out from the gap between the seats, and said to Cheng Mu, "Sit inside."

That sentence was obviously not an instruction, but Cheng Mu still complied involuntarily.

When Cheng Mu sat down completely, he belatedly remembered that the girl named Tang Luo had invited him to sit with him.

He turned sideways, and wanted to thank the other party for his kindness, but Shen Jinzhi just sat down, directly blocking most of his sight.

The girl sat back in her original seat, and passed a box of medicine to Shen Jinzhi across the aisle.

"Cheng Muze, this is motion sickness medicine. My friend takes this medicine every time he rides in the car. It will last for seven or eight hours. I heard that you get motion sickness, so I brought you a copy."

Cheng Mu was slightly startled, and just as he raised his hand, Shen Jinzhi cut off the medicine box.

He took the medicine, held it in his hand, and smiled politely at Tang Luo: "Then thank you for us, Ah Ze."

After finishing speaking, Shen Jinzhi leaned towards Cheng Mu.

"The car is about to start, why hasn't it been fastened yet?"

Cheng Mu followed Shen Jinzhi's gaze and lowered his head.

It's seat belts.

Shen Jinzhi didn't give him time to react, he just leaned over and reached out to his side.

Cheng Mu's body was stiff, and his voice also switched to 2G mode, and he was terribly stuck: "Shen, Mr. Shen, I—"

With the action of fastening the seat belt, Shen Jinzhi half wrapped his arms around him, and whispered in his ear, "Do you like her?"

Cheng Mu raised his eyelids and looked at Shen Jinzhi who was close at hand without knowing it.

"If you don't like it, don't move."

While speaking, Shen Jinzhi's breath swept across Mu Ze's neck, bringing an unbearable itchiness, and he unconsciously raised his hand to scratch his neck.

In an instant, a low pressure enveloped the air.

Shen Jinzhi frowned tightly, and the sharpness that was usually hidden in the softness spread out without restraint, and the sense of oppression was tight.

"you like her?"

"No, no, I don't know her well."

Cheng Mu, on the other hand, eagerly disregarded the relationship for no reason, as if he had done something wrong and was caught on the spot, without confidence.

He didn't know what kind of magic was hidden in that sentence, after Shen Jinzhi heard it, he retracted the drooping corners of his lips, and smiled again.

Cheng Mu couldn't understand the series of emotional changes, so he breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably.

"But she likes you." Shen Jinzhi continued.

Hearing this sentence, Cheng Mu suddenly recalled the message Qin Yi sent him at the noodle shop last time.

Qin Yi said that the girl was interested in him.

In this way, she invited herself to sit with her and gave her motion sickness medicine because she liked it.

But... what does this have to do with Mr. Shen helping him to fasten his seat belt?

Cheng Mu couldn't figure it out, so he simply gave up thinking.

Anyway, a high-spirited person like Professor Shen always has their own reasons for doing things, and asking questions by himself will probably only add to his confusion.

Shen Jinzhi leaned slightly, and opened a narrow gap at the window.

Not far away, Fang Shuo, who was sitting next to the driver, looked over and raised his voice and asked, "Let's go?"

Cheng Mu wanted to make an OK gesture, but he couldn't raise his arm because he was too close to Shen Jinzhi.

He nodded to Fang Shuo.

The roar of the engine came slowly, causing the body to vibrate.

Shen Jinzhi sat down and quickly buckled up his seat belt.

He picked up the box of medicine that Tang Luo gave Cheng Muze, put it in the cloth pocket behind the front seat, and opened his handbag.

"Did you listen to me for breakfast?"

Cheng Mu nodded: "When I saw your message in the morning, I missed it. I have been at a loss, so I didn't have time to reply to your message."

Shen Jinzhi let out a "hmm" and took out several things from the handbag one after another.

Oranges, plums, motion sickness stickers...

Looking at these things, Cheng Mu couldn't help asking: "Is Teacher Shen also motion sick?"

Shen Jinzhi didn't raise his eyes, and responded casually.

He opened the package, and the faint medicinal smell of the motion sickness stickers escaped and penetrated into Cheng Muze's nasal cavity.

It was a medicinal smell mixed with mint, similar to those motion sickness stickers he had used before.

Shen Jinzhi handed over the motion sickness stickers that had been unpacked, and said, "You post one too."

"No need." Cheng Mu smiled, "I used to be very dizzy, but it's much better in the past six months."

Shen Jinzhi paused: "Why?"

"Are you asking about the secret to not getting motion sickness?" Cheng Mu blinked, "Actually, it's nothing. If you sit in the car more, your body's tolerance will increase, so naturally it won't be so serious."

"I want to ask, why do you always run outside?"

Cheng Muze's voice stuck in his throat, and he twitched his mouth helplessly: "It's unavoidable to do landscape photography."

He clenched his palms tightly, knuckles rubbing against each other.

"Just like that?" Shen Jinzhi asked again.

Cheng Mu choked up.

That sentence was like a sharp blade, mercilessly poking open the cover he had scribbled over the bitterness.

Cheng Mu inhaled carefully, and the cool air entered his body along his nasal cavity, making the tip of his nose sore.

At that moment, he thought of home.

Cheng Mu rubbed the tip of his nose, hastily concealing his emotions: "Yes, otherwise, what else would there be?"

The motion sickness sticker was still in his hand.

Shen Jinzhi said in a low voice: "I can't see behind my ear, can you stick it for me?"

Before he could answer, Shen Jinzhi turned his body away and stopped looking at him.

The shift of sight gave Cheng Muze the space to organize himself.

The car passed through a narrow section of road, and the dense branches and leaves on both sides of the road weaved into shade, protecting Cheng Muze's fragile mood.

Looking at Shen Jinzhi's straight and solid back, Cheng Mu felt an urge to lean on it.

If you can lean on it, it must be very warm, right?

Cheng Mu thought so.

Bright or dark spots of light moved and disappeared from Shen Jinzhi's body, while Cheng Mu stretched out his hand somehow.

His palm rested one centimeter away from Shen Jin's back, as if he could feel the warmth as long as he did so.

Shen Jinzhi waited calmly and never asked a question.

It took some time before Cheng Mu remembered what he was going to do.

He peeled off the back glue of the motion sickness sticker, and approached Shen Jinzhi's back ear.

There is a very small mole behind Shen Jinzhi's ear, quietly dormant in the middle of the Yifeng acupoint, as reserved and upright as his master.

"My hands are a little cold."

"It's okay." Shen Jinzhi replied softly.

Cheng Mu carefully brushed away his broken hair, took the motion sickness sticker, and pressed it on the hollow behind his ear.

Inexplicably, Shen Jinzhi's earlobe was slightly stained with a blush.

He turned back and brought an orange.

The orange was already peeled open, and the peel stretched like petals in his palm.

"Would you like some oranges?"

Cheng Mu shook his head: "No."

Shen Jinzhi switched hands again, and handed over a few plums: "Then eat this."

Seeing Shen Jinzhi's expression that he must have something to eat, Cheng Mu licked his lips: "Is there any candy?"

"Eating sugar can cause motion sickness." Shen Jinzhi once again gave out the plum in his hand, "Let's eat this."

Cheng Mu had no choice but to accept it.

After tearing open Huamei's individual packaging bag, Cheng Mu put one in his mouth.

The sour taste suddenly spread in the mouth, gathering and rushing straight to the taste buds.

Cheng Mu moved the tip of his tongue, and the taste nerves quickly accepted the sudden abnormality, and quickly deciphered the sweetness from it.

The taste seems to be ok too.

Cheng Mu yawned, and when he was tired, he climbed up the pole and lazily clung to his limbs.

He closed his eyes, turned to Shen Jinzhi and said, "Mr. Shen, you should also sleep for a while. The best way to avoid motion sickness is to sleep. Maybe you will be there when you wake up."

Cheng Mu said, closing his eyes and leaning back in the chair.

The bus was swaying, making Cheng Muze feel drowsy.

Exhaustion dragged him to sleep.

In the dream, he was also sitting in a bus.

He buckled the phone back angrily and slammed it on the seat with a "slap".

"What's the matter, you suddenly became angry like a little puffer fish?" The person sitting beside him asked.

Cheng Mu gritted his teeth: "Recently, many studios wanted me to join them. I screened carefully and finally chose this one. I thought I found a like-minded ally, but what happened?

"I read the contract they sent, and the additional clauses require me to cooperate with all the commercial activities of the studio as Z-air, including but not limited to live broadcast selling lessons, on-site teaching, and they even want to use other people's works Falsely sign my name in order to maximize profits."

Cheng Mu sneered: "I talk about ideals with them, and they talk about interests with me. It's really disgusting."

After speaking, Cheng Mu really retched.

Suddenly, a burst of acid water returned to his throat, corroding his full anger.

Cheng Mu regretted it.

He shouldn't be reading electronic contracts in the car, and now he's angry and motion sick, it's really not worth the candle.

The person next to him raised his hand, pressed down the motion sickness sticker behind his ear, and comforted him: "Don't be angry if you feel uncomfortable, delete their contact information if you hate it, and let them go as far as you can."

Cheng Mu patted his chest, trying to suppress the sense of nothingness that his heart was half hanging in his chest.

But it turns out that this behavior has no effect.

"Sleep for a while." The person beside him said softly, "I'll call you when we arrive."

It's good to be able to fall asleep.

Cheng Mu nodded and leaned on the hard back of the chair.

He moved his body left and right, but no matter how he adjusted his posture, he just felt uncomfortable.

"Did you sleep well?"

Cheng Mu responded.

"Will it be better to lean on my shoulder?"

Cheng Mu raised his eyelids, as if he had got a good plan.

But he was a little hesitant, so he asked, "Can you?"

The fresh air from the wilderness pours in through the gaps in the car windows, and also brings in the sunshine full of greenery.

The light was scattered on the shoulder of the other party, making the shoulder seem warm and reliable.

"Then I'm welcome."

Cheng Mu moved to the side and rested his pillow on the opponent's shoulder.

"Open your mouth."

Upon hearing this sentence, Cheng Mu opened his mouth obediently without opening his eyes.

The food entered his mouth, souring him.

He was about to get up, when a hand with sharp knuckles gently pressed the back of his head: "Pillow."

Cheng Mu pouted: "What did you eat for me? It's so sour."

"Huamei, I'm not telling you to eat it like candy, sour ones are more effective, don't spit it out quietly."

The sour taste of Huamei spread in his mouth, counteracting his unspeakable nausea.

"Understood," Cheng Mu said, slowly closing his eyes, "I won't vomit."

"Sleep peacefully, in the future, I..."

The voice was so soft that Cheng Mu couldn't hear it clearly, he said vaguely: "I can't hear clearly..."

The man repeated it again.

"In the future, I will protect your ideals."

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