aren't we rivals

The class finally ended with "A world where only Chen Yan was injured has been achieved".Under Chen Yan's resentful gaze, Meng Chi walked up to Yu Tingzhi's side and left the classroom side by side with him.

"Why are you here so early?" Yu Tingzhi asked Meng Chi, "Did you come here specially for class?"

"No." Meng Chi laughed, "Song Min came to the store in the afternoon, and I dropped him off on the way. I didn't leave until it was almost time."

Yu Tingzhi paused: "Song Min went to look for you?"

"Yeah." Meng Chi nodded, and told Song Min about learning how to tea, Yu Tingzhi responded blankly, and continued to walk forward with him.

After leaving Zewu University, Meng Chi directly drove Yu Tingzhi to a fresh restaurant in the new neighborhood.

Xian Kee is one of the more famous restaurants in Zewu, but you have to wait for a table if you go there late on normal weekdays.It was quite early when the two arrived, but there were already many guests waiting for seats at the entrance of Xian Ji.

Meng Chi had made an appointment in advance, and after reporting his cell phone number, he was taken to the reserved box by the hostess in uniform.

"I remember you like to eat his shrimp." Meng Chi said as he opened the menu, turned to the shrimp page, and pushed it to Yu Tingzhi, "What do you think you want to eat?"

Yu Tingzhi took the menu: "How do you know I like the shrimp here?"

"Didn't Song Min mention it when taking pictures before?" Meng Chi said, "He even bought it for you."

Yu Tingzhi raised his eyes, moved his eyes from the menu to Meng Chi's face, raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled, and suddenly said, "I didn't eat."

"Didn't eat?" Meng Chi was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that when he was eating that day, there was indeed a piece of untouched Longjing shrimp in the lunch box, and it ended up in his stomach. He hesitated and asked, "Is that shrimp delicious?" Will it be the one you left for me?"

"Yeah." Yu Tingzhi said, "Yang Zile said that you like eating shrimp, but you don't like peeling them."

So I left a portion of Longjing shrimp that didn’t need to be peeled.

Although this matter was insignificant and it had been a long time ago, Meng Chi was not at all moved and sweet when he learned of Yu Tingzhi's thoughtfulness at that time, and he even ate the meal well. very pleasant.

After the photography exhibition in Sheshan, many people did recognize Meng Chi, and they came to Youran Teahouse admiringly. With the addition of new spring tea, the business of Youran Teahouse was very good during this period, and Yang Youran, who was not working, would come to the shop from time to time help.

After the meal, Meng Chi had to go back to the teahouse for a tea art performance, so Yu Tingzhi went back to the shop with him.

At this time, it is summer, the days are long and the nights are short, and it just gets dark at seven or eight o'clock. There are more people going out, and the business of the teahouse is good, but they are no longer young faces, but mostly middle-aged and elderly people, in twos and threes. Sitting at a table chatting, some people even brought a Go board, drinking tea and playing chess near the yard.

Meng Chi performed making tea on stage, and Yu Tingzhi watched him make tea offstage.Although he has seen it many times, Yu Tingzhi takes it seriously every time.

After Meng Chi's performance was over, he finished making tea for a few old tea guests who asked him to make tea by name, and then he was at leisure.

When Meng Chi returned to the tea table where Yu Tingzhi was, Yu Tingzhi had already finished the cup of "Tao Li Ge Bao" that Meng Chi had made for him.

"There shouldn't be anything wrong in the store," Meng Chi glanced at the tea customers in the lobby who were quiet, and said to Yu Tingzhi, "I'll take you back."

Yu Tingzhi didn't deny it.

Meng Chi said hello to the girl at the front desk and walked out of the store with Yu Tingzhi. When they passed the yard, they happened to meet Yang Youran who came to deliver tea sets.

When Yang Youran saw Yu Tingzhi beside Meng Chi, she raised her eyebrows and asked Meng Chi, "Is this your boyfriend?"

Meng Chi and Yang Youran have known each other for seven years, and they are very familiar with each other, but he is still often choked by this sister's direct speech. Fortunately, no one is around at this time.

Even Yu Tingzhi's eyes flashed a little bit of astonishment, which turned into a smile when Meng Chi nodded in acknowledgment.

"Ah."

Yang Youran smiled: "It looks better than you."

Meng Chi: "..."

The two greeted Yang Youran briefly, and left the Youran Teahouse.

When getting into the car, Meng Chi remembered and asked, "By the way, do you know when She Shan will be back?"

"I don't know, I haven't contacted him recently." Yu Tingzhi said.

Meng Chi nodded: "I don't know what he's doing, I sent him a WeChat message and he didn't reply, nor did he answer the phone."

Yu Tingzhi: "He took another set of photos last week. He should be editing them. He doesn't bother to care about anything at this time."

Meng Chi laughed and drove the car out of the parking lot.

"What do you want him for?" Yu Tingzhi asked.

"It's about making a promotional video." Meng Chi turned his head and glanced at Yu Tingzhi, with a relaxed smile on his brows, "My master agreed, and he told me to do whatever I want."

Infected by Meng Chi's smile, Yu Tingzhi also raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and asked jokingly, "What ecstasy soup did you pour your master into? He let go so soon."

Meng Chi laughed, pondered for a moment before saying, "Actually, my master is not completely recalcitrant. He is sometimes a little stubborn, but that's just because he has his own persistence. To be honest, this time, I also I didn't expect my master's attitude to change suddenly. But I feel that his change of mind may be because of the car accident."

When he thought that he was about to leave this world, any conflicts and conflicts became fleeting at this moment. The last thing he couldn't let go of, and what he cared about the most, were those few people in the group chat and that teahouse.

Meng Chi told Yu Tingzhi the content of Yang Zhengfeng's voice message in the WeChat group, and then said in silence for a moment: "My master, he really regards me as a relative."

In a sense, the four members of the Yang family made up for Meng Chi's gap in family affection after he left home, and made him understand that people need family affection, but family affection does not necessarily require blood relationship.

While the vehicle was driving, the warm orange street lights flashed across Meng Chi's face, making his face flickering, adding a bit of depth and fragility that was rarely seen at ordinary times, which made Yu Tingzhi's heart suddenly soften .

When the red light at the next intersection came on and the car stopped, Meng Chi had already calmed down. He looked sideways at Yu Tingzhi who had been looking at him, and asked with a smile, "Why are you looking at me all the time?"

"I like you." Yu Tingzhi replied quickly.

This sudden confession stunned Meng Chi for a moment, and then he covered his lips and chuckled, and said in a drawn out tone as if embarrassed, "What are you—"

Yu Tingzhi smiled: "Why not, I like you."

Meng Chi looked at him suspiciously for two seconds, with a doting smile on his face, the moment the green light turned on, he started the car, looked straight ahead and asked, "Do you have class tomorrow morning?"

"No." Yu Tingzhi said.

Meng Chi nodded, looked around the environment outside the car, then changed lanes and made a U-turn at the next intersection, turning into a street opposite to Chaomuli Phase II.

"I don't want to send you back," Meng Chi said.

Yu Tingzhi raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

"Go to my house." Meng Chi turned his head to look at him, lowered the corners of his eyes, and cast a provocative smile, "Yang Zile will go back to live today, and won't come back."

This is the second time Yu Tingzhi has come to the place where Meng Chi lives. The furnishings in the room are the same as last time, except that it is neater and there is a faint scent of sandalwood in the room.

"Do you want to take a shower first?" Meng Chi asked, pointing in the direction of the bathroom, "The bathroom is over there."

Hearing Yu Tingzhi's answer, Meng Chi went straight to the living room, closed the window, drew the curtains, and turned around to see Yu Tingzhi standing by without moving.

"Why don't you go?" After asking, Meng Chi realized that Yu Tingzhi hadn't changed his clothes, and he smiled and approached Yu Tingzhi, "You always have to take it off, why don't you just don't wear it."

Even so, Meng Chi still brought him a set of his own pajamas, after all, he also enjoyed the process of taking the clothes off Yu Tingzhi's body.

When Meng Chi entered the bathroom, Yu Tingzhi, who had finished washing, was observing his bedroom.This house is a two-bedroom, and there is no extra room as a study, but fortunately, the bedroom is spacious enough, and the desk and bookshelf near the window do not feel crowded.

When entering the door, Yu Tingzhi saw a unique wooden drying table on the balcony, and the desk and bookshelf in the bedroom also had the same color system and material.

The bookshelves are only two columns wide, half for books, and the other half for shelves and knickknacks.As for the painting given by the student, Meng Chi framed it in a wooden frame and placed it on the top shelf.

Most of the books are related to tea science, such as Song Huizong's "Great View on Tea", Lu Yu's "Tea Classics" and the novel "Tea People Trilogy", etc. In addition, Yu Tingzhi also read a book " A Beginner's Guide to Calligraphy.

"What are you looking at?" Meng Chi walked over full of enthusiasm.

"Have you ever learned calligraphy?" There was some dust on the brush holder and inkstone on the desk, so Yu Tingzhi said "learned" instead of "learning".

Meng Chi laughed: "I haven't learned it before. I bought these things myself to play with."

Playing is not really counting. When Meng Chi bought this set of equipment, he did intend to practice it, but it was not for practicing calligraphy, but for practicing the stability and flexibility of his wrists.

When he first started learning tea, Yang Zhengfeng recruited several apprentices. At the same time, there was a boy who was two years older than Meng Chi.

At that time, Meng Chi was still a clumsy hand. I heard that this brother had practiced calligraphy, so his hands were more stable than ordinary people. Meng Chi followed suit and bought such a set of equipment. I criticized a sentence of not doing business properly.

"I didn't practice my handwriting well, and it was a waste of money." Meng Chi sighed, "It made me even worse, who was not rich in the first place."

Yu Tingzhi was teased by him, and there was an obvious smile on his not smiling face.

Meng Chi looked at him for a few seconds, then suddenly stepped forward to kiss the corner of his upturned mouth.Yu Tingzhi's laughter stopped suddenly, he looked down at Meng Chi who was close at hand, and asked knowingly, "What are you doing?"

"I like you and want to kiss you." Meng Chi said and kissed Yu Tingzhi's lips again.

The sound of tsk-tsk water during the kiss and the sound of gradually deep breathing replaced the pleasant laughter. Meng Chi reached into Yu Tingzhi's pajamas and stroked his muscles. He took down his Langhao pen to let him concentrate on it, but Yu Tingzhi didn't let it go.

Between kisses, Meng Chi said softly, "Teacher Yu, you're not paying attention."

Yu Tingzhi laughed, he was indeed not paying attention.

Probably because seeing Meng Chi sitting in the classroom like an obedient student today, and hearing him call "teacher" now, Yu Tingzhi suddenly felt some subtle itch in his heart.While kissing the corners of Meng Chi's mouth and neck, he slid his hand around his back a little, then picked him up and placed him on the desk.

"Teacher who has called me for so long, isn't it a little bad that I don't teach you anything?" Yu Tingzhi said.

Meng Chi narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked down at Yu Tingzhi's dark eyes. The excitement and lust brewing in them made his heart itch.

"Then what are you going to teach me?"

Yu Tingzhi tapped the Langhao brush on Meng Chi's Adam's apple, and slowly slid it down, saying in a hoarse voice, "How about using local materials?"

Back then, Meng Chi was still a little poor man, and the brush he bought was not a good one. The tip of the brush was thick and hard, and when it slid on the skin, there were slight itches and slight tingling pains.

The itchy and painful touch made Meng Chi tilt his neck unconsciously, his chest rose and fell rapidly with his breathing, and tiny bumps appeared on his skin, but he did not dodge or dodge, and silently accepted Yu Tingzhi's "teaching".

Yu Tingzhi used a little force, leaving a light pink trace on the honey-colored skin where the pen tip passed.

"Let's start with the way you hold the pen." Yu Tingzhi said while holding the pen under him with his free left hand and Meng Chi's right hand.

"Is it the three-finger method?" Student Meng hurriedly replied.

Before Teacher Yu could speak, Meng Chi's fingers on the pen holder changed from three to five ring grips. He smiled and said, "Mr. Yu, this pen is too thick, even five fingers can't seem to do it."

Yu Tingzhi's breathing then became heavy, and the hand holding the pen lost all strength, and the tip of the Langhao pen brushed Meng Chi's chest muscles violently. He didn't know whether to reward him for the correct answer or punish him for contradicting the teacher.

"Then two hands." Yu Tingzhi said.

Meng Chi laughed, held the pen in both hands, and was eager to learn: "And then, what should I do next?"

Yu Tingzhi continued to teach: "In addition to the three-finger method, there are also methods of rubbing the pipe and twisting the pipe. Do you need me to explain what it means?"

"Need." Meng Chi leaned back on the bookshelf, and at the same time straightened his waist towards Yu Tingzhi's abs, dawdling and acting coquettishly, "I'm relatively stupid, and it's better for Teacher Yu to teach by example, so that I can learn faster .”

Yu Tingzhi let out a low laugh, took the pen that Meng Chi had given to him, rubbed the soft tip of the pen with his fingertips, and twisted it from time to time, making it moist and stiff in his hands.

Meng Chi followed his rhythm, studying and imitating with all his heart, and seeing the spring in the corners of Yu Tingzhi's eyes and brows, he asked as if asking for credit, "Teacher Yu, how am I doing?"

Yu Tingzhi breathed deeply, looked at Meng Chi's smiling face, leaned over and kissed him on his chest in praise, the kiss made Meng Chi arch his chest and open his mouth to pant.

After holding the brush to "keep improving", Yu Tingzhi turned Meng Chi over, leaned behind him and said, "The next step is to study ink."

"The inkstone that has not been used for a long time is dry and stagnant, and needs to be lubricated with water." Yu Tingzhi said while finding the leftover lubrication tool from the cabinet, wet his slender fingers, and started to rub the center of the inkstone in circles ink.

When the inkstone became wet and melted, Meng Chi's cell phone rang suddenly.

The word Chen Yan was written on the lit screen. Meng Chi was feeling very uncomfortable, and when he was about to hang up, Yu Tingzhi suddenly reached for his cell phone and pressed answer.

Meng Chi's eyebrows twitched, and he turned his head to meet Yu Tingzhi's dark eyes. Before he could speak, Chen Yan on the phone had already started chattering.

"What are you doing? Why didn't you reply when I sent you a WeChat message?"

"I didn't see it." When Meng Chi answered the phone, Teacher Yu didn't stop grinding ink. In order to avoid embarrassment, Meng Chi tried to maintain a normal tone, "What's the matter? Play it quickly."

Chen Yan said "Hey": "You are with Teacher Yu, right?"

I know you don't want to quit quickly?

Meng Chi slandered in his heart.

"Then tell him for me, I really don't want to write two papers." Chen Yan's tone slowed down, with a hint of flattery.

Yu Tingzhi kept moving his hands, which made Meng Chi gasp, and couldn't help but speed up his speech and replied, "Fuck you, I can't care, I'm dead."

"Why don't you care, you are my teacher's wife—"

Although Meng Chi hung up the phone very quickly, Chen Yan's "Ms. Niang" was still transmitted from the receiver to Yu Tingzhi's ears, making the corners of his mouth twitch again.

"Master?" Yu Tingzhi leaned down and asked while kissing Meng Chi's blush ear.

Meng Chi's heart was itchy, and he said angrily, "Mother, I'm not a girl because of your size."

Yu Tingzhi was not annoyed when he was scolded, on the contrary, he smiled even more, and asked by analogy: "Then I can't call you wife too?"

Meng Chi laughed, raised his eyebrows and replied, "I don't mind if you call me husband."

Teacher Yu: "What's your name?"

As soon as Meng Chi opened his lips, he realized that Yu Tingzhi was tricking him, so he laughed lowly, raised his eyelids and glanced at Yu Tingzhi: "Teacher Yu, you don't need to bother to say what you want to hear." Trick me."

Yu Tingzhi raised his eyebrows and remained silent, looking at Meng Chi quietly, his back turned to him, his waist slumped, and he shouted in a dragged voice, "Husband, come in."