Aged spirits [entertainment circle]

After about 10 minutes, An Qiuchen quickly put on his school pants until Shen Chiyuan agreed.

The two began to chat in the room one after another.

"Did you really record the video today?" An Qiuchen asked.

"What?" Shen Chiyuan froze for a moment.

"Didn't you tell Gao Lang and the others that you made a video?"

Hearing this, Shen Chiyuan finally came to his senses, and then he laughed.

"No." Shen Chiyuan said, "That's to scare them."

The situation was so urgent at that time, he didn't have time to take out his mobile phone to take pictures. Naturally, he just said it to scare them, but the effect was surprisingly good.

"Is that so..." An Qiuchen replied in a daze.

Not long after, Xu Muya came up and asked the two of them to go down for dinner.

"Let's go, my mother cooks delicious food." Shen Chiyuan quickly got up from the bed and said to An Qiuchen.

An Qiuchen couldn't refuse to stay at Shen Chiyuan's house for dinner, so he had to go down with him.

During the meal, Xu Muya kept adding food to An Qiuchen.

"This is a new dish I learned recently, try it." Xu Muya looked at An Qiuchen expectantly.

"Thank you, auntie." An Qiuchen thanked repeatedly.

I have to say that the dishes made by Xu Muya are really delicious, and every dish tastes very good.

In fact, Song Jinglan's cooking is also delicious, but she doesn't cook often, An Qiuchen cooks most of the time when she goes home.

After eating, Xu Muya took out some desserts that she had just made for An Qiuchen to eat.

"I really can't eat anymore, Auntie." An Qiuchen waved his hands repeatedly to refuse.

"Eat more, eat more." Xu Muya insisted, "I only have such a hobby as cooking, and Chi Yuan usually doesn't help me taste it at home. Today, finally, a guest came."

Hearing what Xu Muya said, An Qiuchen had no choice but to take a small bun and took a bite.

"Try this again." Xu Muya picked up another beautifully shaped snack before An Qiuchen finished a bite.

Shen Chiyuan reached out and took the plate from Xu Muya's hand: "Let's take it back to the room to eat later."

"That's fine, remember to rate me after eating." Xu Muya said.

Shen Chiyuan nodded, and then pulled An Qiuchen back into the room.

When going upstairs, An Qiuchen looked at Shen Chiyuan's back, completely dumbfounded.

It wasn't until he entered the room that An Qiuchen came back to his senses, and quickly said, "I have to go home."

Shen Chiyuan was stunned for a moment: "Are you still going home?"

"I... Of course I want to..." An Qiuchen was also taken aback for a moment.

"I'll stay at my house tonight." Shen Chiyuan said before An Qiuchen finished speaking.

"No..." An Qiuchen subconsciously wanted to refuse.

"Okay, don't talk about it, it will be troublesome for you to go back again, just stay here." Shen Chiyuan stretched out his hand and pushed An Qiuchen's back to walk inside.

An Qiuchen hesitated for a moment, and still wanted to refuse, but his lips moved, but he still couldn't say the rejection.

So An Qiuchen agreed.

Shen Chiyuan asked An Qiuchen to take a bath first, and then reapplied the ointment on him.

The clothes he was wearing were given to him by Shen Chiyuan, and the underwear was new.

"Lie on the bed for a while, and when the ointment is dry, get up and do your homework." Shen Chiyuan said to him.

"Doing homework?" An Qiuchen froze for a moment.

Shen Chiyuan pointed to An Qiuchen's schoolbag beside him, and said, "Didn't your teacher assign homework?"

"It's arranged..." An Qiuchen replied in a low voice.

He just didn't expect that one day he would do his homework at someone else's house.

"That's it. You do it first. If there are any questions you don't know, I can teach you later." Shen Chiyuan said.

"Okay." An Qiuchen nodded quickly.

Shen Chiyuan nodded in satisfaction, took his clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

On the other hand, An Qiuchen waited for the ointment to dry, put on his pants, got up, took his schoolbag, and took out his homework from it.

He sat by the bed, looked up at Shen Chiyuan's desk, and hesitated for a while.

The desk was big, but there was only one chair, and he didn't know whether he should sit there or not.

However, he usually does not have a desk when doing homework at home. His room is very small and there is almost no room for movement. He always sits on the ground and uses his own bed as a desk.

Of course, his bed is also very small, only big enough to sleep him alone.

The bed in Shen Chiyuan's room was huge, at least three times as big as his bed.

An Qiuchen hesitated for a while, then got up and sat on the chair.

After all, Shen Chiyuan hasn't come out yet, so he can write here for a while.

Not long after, Shen Chiyuan came out.

He walked to An Qiuchen's side, supported the desk with one hand, and looked down at the topic he was writing.

The moment Shen Chiyuan approached, An Qiuchen's body became extremely stiff, and his mind was in chaos, he didn't know how to write.

Shen Chiyuan was wearing a pure white T-shirt at this time, with a faint fragrance of shower gel on his body.

An Qiuchen didn't dare to look up, so he couldn't see Shen Chiyuan's expression at the moment.

"It's wrong here." Shen Chiyuan suddenly pointed to a question that An Qiuchen had already written.

"Ah...Okay." An Qiuchen froze for a moment, then said hastily.

He looked at the question again, but he didn't understand what his problem was.

At this moment, Shen Chiyuan directly stretched out his hand to support the armrest of a chair, and leaned down to teach An Qiuchen what to do.

After Shen Chiyuan's lecture, An Qiuchen quickly realized where he was wrong, and he quickly corrected the answer.

"Brother Shen, sit down." After finishing this question, An Qiuchen immediately stood up to give Shen Chiyuan his seat.

As soon as he got up, Shen Chiyuan pushed him back.

"I'll just go get a chair and come in. You sit down." Shen Chiyuan said: "But you finally called me Brother Shen, it's not easy."

When he sent An Qiuchen home last time, he said that he could call him Brother Shen, and it was only now that he finally heard it.

An Qiuchen lowered his head, his cheeks were flushed, and he didn't say a word.

"Write it quickly." Shen Chiyuan looked at him again, then turned around and went out to move the chair.

Soon, Shen Chiyuan came back with a chair, and he and An Qiuchen sat at the desk together to do their homework.

Shen Chiyuan wrote his homework very fast, he had already finished it, and An Qiuchen was only halfway through it.

So Shen Chiyuan took the subjects that An Qiuchen had written and checked them for him.

Shen Chiyuan took a pencil from the pen holder, circled all the questions that An Qiuchen got wrong, and returned them to him.

"Thank you, Brother Shen." An Qiuchen quickly took over his homework.

I have already called Brother Shen once, and it will be very easy to call again after that.

Shen Chiyuan looked sideways at An Qiuchen with his chin propped up in one hand, and twirled the pencil in the other hand, looking at An Qiuchen like this for a while.

After a while, he said: "Your error rate... I'm afraid it's a bit difficult to get into a good university."

The movements in An Qiuchen's hands paused.

"Second year in high school is a bit difficult, I may not have caught up..." An Qiuchen lowered his eyes and said in a low voice.

Shen Chiyuan was about to say something, only to hear the other party say again: "But I don't plan to go to any good university, as long as it's from this city."

"Why?" Shen Chiyuan asked puzzled.

"I want to be closer to home." An Qiuchen replied.

In fact, it was not for this reason, he wished to stay away from this family, he just said that because he really failed the exam.

An Qiuchen quickly asked Shen Chiyuan: "What about you, Brother Shen, the school you want to take should be a good school?"

"It's okay, but I plan to take the art test and go to the acting department of C University." Shen Chiyuan replied.

"Art exam?" An Qiuchen was stunned for a moment: "But you are not an art student, and your grades are so good."

"I haven't studied hard on purpose, and I don't know why my grades are pretty good." Shen Chiyuan replied.

An Qiuchen pursed his lips, but did not speak.

Like him, no matter how hard he tries, he may not be half as good as Shen Chiyuan.

"Anyway, I really like acting, and my mother agrees." Shen Chiyuan said again.

An Qiuchen hesitated for a while, nodded, and said, "It's pretty good..."

After that, the two of them didn't continue to chat, An Qiuchen buried his head and continued to write his homework seriously.

In the end, An Qiuchen didn't finish all his homework, but it was already late, so Shen Chiyuan urged him to go to bed.

The two fell asleep chatting on the same bed.

An Qiuchen had never talked so much with anyone before, the two of them chatted about everything, from school to all over the world, this feeling made him very happy, but it also made him worry about gain and loss.

After all, it was just that Shen Chiyuan accidentally helped him once out of kindness, and I'm afraid there will be no chance in the future.

The difference between him and Shen Chiyuan is too great.

It wasn't until they were sleepy from chatting that the two of them closed their eyes and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, An Qiuchen was awakened by his cell phone ringing.

An Qiuchen opened his eyes in a daze, trying to see where his phone was.

At this moment, Shen Chiyuan stretched out his hand from the side, and took the phone from his side.

At the same time, Shen Chiyuan's slightly hoarse voice sounded: "Do you want to answer your mother's phone?"

An Qiuchen was stunned for a moment, and quickly got up from the bed, his mind instantly sober.

It must be urgent to call him at this point.

Seeing An Qiuchen's sudden change of expression, Shen Chiyuan became more awake, and sat up from the bed together.

An Qiuchen took the phone and quickly connected the call: "Hello, Mom..."

Before An Qiuchen could say anything, he heard Song Jinglan's heart-piercing crying from the other end of the phone.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?" An Qiuchen was startled, his heart seemed to miss a beat.

Song Jinglan was out of breath from crying, and her speech was intermittent: "Your father... is back, he..."

"I'll be right back, I'll be right back!" An Qiuchen said in a panic.

After saying this, Song Jinglan had already hung up the call.

Hearing the series of calls being hung up, An Qiuchen felt that his whole body was icy cold.