After dressing as a villain, I'm with the paranoid male protagonist.

Qiao Annian saw He Nanlou looking down at his fingertips.

"It's not dirty..."

At first, Qiao Annian didn't understand what this student He meant by this sudden action, until he heard He Nanlou's almost muttering to himself.

His cheeks flushed uncontrollably, Joannian was ashamed and annoyed, "You—"

He often needs to help the family with work, and sometimes the neighbors will call him to run errands. He feels sorry for the child and wants the child to save some pocket money.

After a summer vacation, I naturally got tanned.

He Nanlou and Qiao Annian have lived together for nearly a century, and Qiao Annian is not prone to tanning.

During the two military trainings for the high school entrance examination and the college entrance examination, Lin Lele and the others got a few shades, but he still didn't get much tan.

"You... you, are you polite?"

Annoyed but still restrained, the voice of accusation pulled He Nanlou back from his memory.

When He Nanlou came back to his senses, he saw Qiao Annian glaring at him angrily.

Qiao Annian is a 16-year-old, fresh and lively, who can't even swear.

In fact, this person has lived his whole life, and he doesn't know how to swear, not only doesn't know how to swear, he doesn't even get angry very often.

As long as he is not wrong in principle, if you coax him and rub him against him, he will touch his head and smile gently and tolerantly.

"sorry."

He Nanlou suddenly apologized, but Qiao Annian froze.

He Nanlou: "I apologize to you for my previous immature behavior. I'm sorry."

If you do something wrong, you must admit it.

The most important thing is that he knows that as long as he admits his mistake, the person in front of him will forgive him.

"Want some noodles?"

Qiao Annian was still surprised that He Nanlou would apologize to him, but when he heard the other party's sudden question, he didn't react at all.

He opened his mouth slightly, "Huh?"

"I can only cook noodles."

After finishing the words, He Nanlou walked to the kitchen.

He doesn't like outsiders encroaching on their lives.

So they have always only asked for cleaning, not for the aunt who cooks.

Later, he invented the robot butler, cleaning, cooking, all handed over to the robot butler.

As a result, he has made no progress in cooking over the years.

Qiao Annian was different.

As long as he had time, Qiao Annian would cook for himself - for the two of them.

Occasionally, Lin Lele and the others are invited to come to the house together.

He once asked if the dishes made by the "housekeeper" did not meet his appetite, and he could adjust the parameters according to his taste.

"No, no, Romeo is doing very well. It's just... How should I put it, it's a little less popular? Besides, it's fun to cook by yourself~~~"

A hand covered in flour suddenly patted his face, and then he looked up and laughed.

...

He Nanlou scooped water into the pot, lit the fire, and boiled the water.

Having not cooked for too long, He Nanlou waited for the water to boil before realizing that the noodles hadn't been brought yet.

He Nanlou turned around and saw Qiao Annian standing at the door with his head poked.

Qiao Annian had been standing at the door watching for a while.

This classmate He really didn't look like he could cook, so he didn't feel at ease, so he came over to have a look.

He didn't have a watch on him, so he wasn't sure how many minutes had passed. Anyway, he only saw Student He go in, except for adding water to the pot and lighting the fire, he didn't see any next steps.

He was still wondering, there was no noodles, what kind of noodles did the other party cook, but the other party suddenly turned around.

Qiao Annian was caught straight away.

He had nowhere to hide, so he had no choice but to walk out from the door, he said hesitantly: "How about, you tell me... I, shall I come?"

Industry specializing in surgery.

He Nanlou didn't regard himself as the master of the house at all, he gave up the kitchen very simply, "The noodles are under the refrigerator."

Yuanshen, like him, can't cook either.

The ingredients in the refrigerator were bought by Yuanzheng's parents from a relative here and put in the refrigerator for him.

Original body's parents naturally gave the money and asked the relatives to be responsible for the children's daily meals.

It's just that the relative took the money, but the matter was not done.

I often miss the time because of playing mahjong, and come to cook for Yuanshen very late.

Knowing that the original body can't cook, I bought a lot of things and stuffed them in the refrigerator in order to deal with the fact that the original body's parents might come back to watch their son occasionally. I am sure that the original body has a bad relationship with his parents, and they will only quarrel when they meet. , There is no time to complain at all.

Behind every problem child, there is a pair of irresponsible parents in most of them.

Eerily like an identity.

...

Qiao Annian did not expect that He Nanlou would give up the kitchen so simply.

this person...

Are you welcome?

Generally, if a guest wants to cook, the host will be more or less polite, right?

Even someone like his stepmother wouldn't let guests help in the kitchen.

This classmate He is really a little strange.

However, Qiao Annian felt more at ease when the other party did not treat him as politely as ordinary people.

At least, he doesn't eat people for free.

He paid for it with his labor.

With such an idea, after Qiao Annian opened the other party's refrigerator, he began to wonder if his idea of ​​exchanging cooked noodles for food was still too naive.

Qiao Annian doesn't have a refrigerator at home.

But when he went to his uncle's house, he brought iced watermelon and popsicles to his younger brother and younger sister.

Open the refrigerator, and the coolness will come. In summer, it is very cool.

Qiao Annian opened the refrigerator, saw the dazzling array of drinks in the refrigerator, and the rich ingredients in the storage basket, and was slightly stunned.

Classmate He's food seems to be very good. Does the other side really like the noodles you cook yourself?

Colorful canned beverage bottles are undoubtedly full of appeal to teenagers who have the opportunity to drink Sprite or Coke only when they attend relatives' wedding banquets.

He only saw so many kinds of drinks in the small shops near his school or his home...

Qiao Annian looked at the bodies of the canned drinks one by one curiously, and suddenly remembered that her aunt said that the refrigerator consumes a lot of electricity, and the electricity bill is also very expensive.

After taking the noodles and the vegetables and eggs on the side, Qiao Annian hurriedly closed the refrigerator.

He Nanlou: "No green onions."

Qiao Annian, who was indeed holding a handful of green onions, said, "Oh, good."

Put the onion back again.

Qiao Annian took the ingredients to the kitchen, and the water was already boiling.

Qiao Annian turned off the fire, and quickly threw the noodles in. At the same time, he checked another pot on the stove, and found that the pot was clean. He made sure there was no water in it, poured oil into it, heated the pot, beat eggs... …

Habitually cut some shallots, intending to add them to the eggs, it will be more fragrant, but I belatedly remembered that classmate He doesn't eat onions.

Qiao Annian turned off the fire, picked up the egg flower from the pot, put it in a bowl aside for later use, and planned to wash some vegetables.

As soon as Qiao Annian turned around, he saw that the vegetables had been washed and put aside.

Qiao Annian looked in surprise at He Nanlou's face that was almost written with the word "Little Young Master". No matter how you look at it... this classmate He doesn't look like a vegetable washer.

And even take the initiative to wash vegetables.

The steaming steam lifted the lid of the pot, and Qiao Annian hurriedly scooped up the noodles, put down the vegetables at the same time, submerged them in water, scalded them slightly, spread them on the noodles, and then poured the egg flower on top.

Bright yellow eggs and green vegetables are spread on the white noodles. This color combination is very healing to look at.

Qiao Annian: "Go and wait on the table, I'll bring it to you."

He Nanlou nodded slightly and went to the restaurant.

He is very clear that at this time he can't be too active, and he can't be too caring.

He must be qualified to play the role of a classmate.

...

Qiao Annian brought He Nanlou's bowl of noodles over, even holding chopsticks and spoons in his hands, and handing them over together.

"Because the water has already boiled, the time is a bit tight, and there is no time to put too many ingredients..."

If it was Qiao Annian himself, a bowl of eggs and vegetables would be considered very rich for him, but for Student He, it might be a bit too simple. I was afraid that the other party would hate it, so I explained .

He Nanlou: "Very rich, thank you."

Qiao Annian raised her head abruptly, and looked at the other party in surprise.

Unexpectedly... Student He would even praise others.

"Where's your face?"

"Oh, I'll take it now."

Qiao Annian turned around and went to serve his bowl of noodles.

He Nanlou immediately noticed the difference between Qiao Annian's bowl of noodles and his own -

In Qiao Annian's bowl of noodles, there were no vegetables or egg flowers.

Clear soup with little water.

16-year-old Qiao Annian is too honest.

No.

Even the later Qiao Annian would probably only give himself a bowl of noodles in clear soup.

He only thinks that a bowl of noodles is his labor income.Vegetables and eggs are not included in his labor income.

Incredibly honest.

...

Qiao Annian snorted while eating the noodles. Two green vegetables and some egg flowers were put into his bowl.

Qiao Annian raised her head in a daze.

He Nanlou: "You are growing now and need more nutrition."

Qiao Annian often said this sentence when they were young. Even when they got older, Qiao Annian would still say that they need to supplement their nutrition, but the sentence pattern has become, "Eat more, supplement with nutrition , Brother Xiaolou, you are the one who wants to take care of me."

The six-year-old gap made this person often tease him about his age.

Never thought about it, a prophecy.

Qiao Annian's eyes gradually opened.

It is too strange to say such things as growing up and supplementing nutrition from people of the same age.

Strange, but still slightly warmed.

"Thank you, thank you..."

He's used to it.

Unless there are guests at home, eggs will be put in his bowl when cooking noodles.

He only heard Jiajia's mother tell him about growing his body and supplementing nutrition.Oh, and Grandma Wang, Mrs. Li and the others...

Qiao Annian lowered his head to eat the noodles, his eyes were a little red from the heat.

...

After eating the noodles, Qiao Annian consciously cleaned up the dishes and washed the dishes.

When he came out of the kitchen, he was slightly surprised to find that the table had been cleared.

Student He is really... amazing.

He looks like a young master who doesn't touch the spring water with his fingers, but he will take the initiative to help wash the vegetables and clean the table.

Qiao Annian wrote a good composition.

In fact, he rarely gets deducted points for each composition, and even often wins some awards from the school and the city.

Ordinarily, his vocabulary should not be low.

But at this moment, Qiao Annian realized that his vocabulary reserve might not be enough, because apart from the word "miraculous", he really couldn't find any other words to describe Student He.

Now that the kitchen has been tidied up and the dining room has been tidied up, then he should also...

"You should do your homework."

Hearing the word homework, Qiao Annian was like Cinderella hearing the bell at twelve o'clock in the morning. He suddenly came back from this house and the dreamlike experience brought to him by classmate He who lived in this house. Reality.

He asked anxiously, "What time is it?"

He hasn't touched a single word of his homework today!

He Nanlou: "07:30, in time."

Qiao Annian's eyes were still a little anxious. If he ran from Classmate He's house to Jia Jia's house, he could finish the questions faster, so he should have time...

"Let's go."

Qiao Annian was taken aback, go, where are you going?

He Nanlou took the lead to walk towards the stairs, but he didn't hear footsteps, so he turned around, "Didn't you want to do your homework?"

Qiao Annian: "Write it here?"

With his hands in his pockets, He Nanlou said in a slightly orderly tone, "Copy it for me when you finish writing it."

The scumbags are well established.

Joannian: "..."

...

Qiao Annian had just eaten someone else's noodles, and it was hard for him to turn around and leave.

So, I had no choice but to go upstairs together.

It was not the first time for Qiao Annian to come to He Nanlou's room. Before he took a shower, he took a shower outside of classmate He's room.

But maybe he was too nervous before, and because it was someone else's bedroom, he didn't dare to glance around. Only then did he realize that Student He had a very beautiful desk in his room.

The big desktop has a bookshelf that can put books on it, and there are matching tables and chairs, which are even more beautiful than the ones his aunt bought for his cousin.

He had only seen such a beautiful desk before on TV, and he had washed it white, and one corner was torn, and even the schoolbag, which was sewn with black needlework, hung on a hook beside the desk.

Qiao Annian seldom felt ashamed or sad because of his poverty.

Because he knows that there are too many less fortunate people in this world.

He has sound limbs and normal intelligence, but his life is a little bit harder, which is nothing at all. Besides, he seems to be a little smarter than others, because learning is really not a particularly hard thing for him.

But at this moment, looking at his schoolbag hanging beside such a beautiful desk, he couldn't help being sad.

"You do your homework first, and after finishing your homework, we will practice listening."

As He Nanlou spoke, he pulled out the original English book from the bookshelf.

No matter which subject the exam is, it must be targeted practice, review, and textbooks, which are the most intuitive exam scope.

Although the content in the junior English book was not challenging for He Nanlou at all, He Nanlou still took the red pen and planned to mark it.He leaned on the bed, Qiao Annian returned to the country at once, his eyes, practice, practice listening?

Qiao Annian's eyes were wide open, and he was completely speechless in astonishment.

Student Qiao actually, really wants to help him practice English listening?

He thought... that the other party was just talking.

...

Except for the school desks, Qiao Annian had never written on the desks.

His room was small, without a desk, only an old cabinet from before, which was used as a desk for him.The table is a bit high, and the chair is a bit short. When he was in elementary school, he always had trouble writing, but now that he is older, he is fine.

Jiajia’s house doesn’t have a desk either, it’s a desk that his father eliminated, but it’s enough for him to envy, because there can be a lot of books on it, and he doesn’t need to pile up books on the desk every time he does his homework. On the bed, or on a chair temporarily piled aside.

When children get new toys, they are always easy to attract attention and want to touch and take a look.

Qiao Annian was thinking the same way now.

This made his homework much slower than usual.

During the inspection, I found that I made a calculation error on a very simple question, and the reason was nothing more than because I was distracted by the new desk. Qiao Annian took a pen and stabbed the back of his hand——

"What are you doing?"

Qiao Annian's hand trembled, and the tip of the pen poked the back of his hand, scratching the skin on the back of his hand.

"I……"

He Nanlou put down the English book in his hand, got up and walked over with a cold expression, his voice was cold: "Qiao Annian, are you hurting yourself?"

Qiao Annian was puzzled when he heard the word self-harm, "What, what?"

He Nanlou; "..."

Closed villages and towns are not as popular as later generations for self-harm, self-abuse, and depression.

He Nanlou quickly realized this.

So, he changed the question: "Why did you poke yourself with a pen?"

"I just want to focus myself, the force is not that heavy, it's just a little bit painful... just stimulate the brain with pain nerves."

Qiao Annian didn't know why he had to explain so nervously, but classmate He was too serious both in his eyes and in his tone.

He Nanlou pursed his lips.

"In my dream, my admission ticket was hidden by my father and my stepmother. When I arrived, it was almost time for the exam to start. The classroom where I took the exam was upstairs. When I finally ran to the classroom , the time to start the exam has passed."

It was just a distraction, and I took a pen to poke the back of my hand.

In order to be able to leave this small town, Qiao Annian had paid and suffered far more than he knew in his studies.

He finally understood deeply why Qiao Annian was so restless during the senior high school entrance examination that year.

Years of painstaking efforts, all in vain.

It's not because I'm not as good as others, but because the admission ticket was hidden, and the person who hid the admission ticket is still his close relative.

He Nanlou looked at the slender young man in front of him, who even looked at him with helpless and flustered eyes.

Such Qiao Annian, holding the admission ticket that he finally found, was turned away... He wasn't crazy.

Seeing that He Nanlou kept silent, Qiao Annian had no way of guessing what the other party was thinking, but only vaguely noticed that the other party was not very happy.

So after he explained just now, he has been waiting for classmate He to speak.

But... Student He doesn't seem to have any intention of talking?

Qiao Annian said with some embarrassment, "I can, can I continue with my homework?" There is really a lot of homework.

He Nanlou made no sound, turned around and left.

...

Qiao Annian was a little uneasy.

After all, he is in someone else's room now.

He wanted to ask classmate He where he was going, but he thought that this was his home, and he had no position to ask where he was going.

Qiao Annian stared blankly at the door in a daze.

Thinking that he had only written half of the paper, Qiao Annian forced himself to recover.

Once he devoted himself to studying, Qiao Annian soon lost his mind to think about other things.

He forgot that he was a guest at someone's house now, and he returned to his usual efficiency in doing the questions.

Finally finished writing the paper in hand, Qiao Annian put the pen into the pencil case, put the pencil case back into the schoolbag, saw the hook on the schoolbag, and suddenly remembered where he was now.

Mr. He...

Did student He not come back after going out just now?

Qiao Annian pushed away the chair and stood up.

"Written?"

Hearing the sound, Qiao Annian was startled. He turned around quickly, his eyes widened slightly, and looked at He who had returned to the room at some time, and was in the same posture as before, leaning on the bed and reading a book. South Tower.

Qiao Annian: "You are... When did you come back?"

"Have you finished your homework?"

Qiao Annian finally found out, this person seems... Every time it's a question he doesn't want to answer, he doesn't answer at all.

He also wanted to be like the other party, ignoring people who didn't want to answer questions, but he might have no way not to answer this question.

Qiao Annian did not forget the reason why the other party asked him to stay here and do his homework.

"Well, finished writing, do you want to copy now?"

He Nanlou came over.

Thinking that the other party was going to copy homework, Qiao Annian gave up his seat and stood aside.

Wrists are held.

Joannian was a little confused.

Then, the back of his hand felt slightly cold. He didn't know when there was more iodophor in his hand, and there was also a Band-Aid.

Thinking that the other party seemed to have indeed gone downstairs before, Qiao Annian was in a complicated mood.

Just now... Did Student He go to buy him iodophor and band-aids?

...

"Take a break for 15 minutes and practice English listening after 15 minutes."

Qiao Annian has no objection to this arrangement, but...

"You...don't copy your homework?"

"Don't you think it's a pity that such beautiful hands are used to copy homework?"

If it was someone else, Qiao Annian might think that the other party has some brain problems, but when he saw Classmate He's hands so white that even the blood vessels were clearly visible under the light of Classmate He, there was really... no way. Deny, these hands are indeed very beautiful.

"But if you don't copy your homework, the teacher will name and criticize you tomorrow, and you will be fined to stand."

He Nanlou rolled up the paper on the table and tapped on the nerd's forehead, "This is not something you should worry about. Sit down and tidy up the desk. Prepare paper and pens. I'll go downstairs in 10 minutes." After that, start class."

Qiao Annian: "..." "Are you really not copying your homework?"

Before putting the paper in his schoolbag, Qiao Annian asked again.

He Nanlou tweeted: "No copying."

Qiao Annian had no choice but to pack the test papers into her schoolbag and hang the schoolbag on the hook on the desk.

Qiao Annian turned her head, "Okay—"

Before he finished speaking the word "了", his left face was icy.

The sound of popping a bottle of soda popped in his ears.

It was the sound of bubbles at that moment when the soda was opened countless times in his physical education class, or during the interval of physical education class.

Qiao Annian swallowed unconsciously.

The soda was handed to him, and Qiao Annian foolishly reached out to take it.

After reacting, he quickly handed back the soda: "I'm not thirsty..."

"It's already opened, and the bubbles will run away if you don't drink it."

Qiao Annian: "You, don't you drink?"

"Hmm. It's too sweet, I don't like it."

It's true that He Nanlou doesn't like soft drinks, but Qiao Annian likes to drink this kind of fat house happy water.

Qiao Annian was a little puzzled, why did the family buy so many if they didn't like it?

He Nanlou seemed to see through his thoughts: "I didn't buy the things in the refrigerator. Do you want to drink it? If you don't drink it, throw it away."

Qiao Annian's eyes widened in an instant, as if to say, why throw away such a delicious soda, and it's too wasteful.

...

Qiao Annian took one sip, one sip, and carefully drank the soda.

It turns out that watermelon-flavored soda tastes like this...

Kind of like a watermelon popsicle.

Much more expensive than watermelon flavored popsicles though.A bottle is two yuan and five, and the watermelon popsicles are only fifty cents.

It's also two yuan and five, and he can experience five times of watermelon-flavored happiness.

Of course, even if it was a watermelon popsicle worth fifty cents, he couldn't always afford it.

He really couldn't finish a bottle in one go, and put the remaining half carefully on the desk beside him.

"Hiccup~~~"

Hiccups without warning.

Qiao Annian smiled embarrassedly at He Nanlou.

The smile is a bit shy, but also has the unique clarity of a teenager.

He Nanlou's desire to destroy, suppressed for many years, clashed in his heart, ready to move.

No.

The current Qiao Annian would not guide his desire to destroy, nor could he bear it.

He Nanlou pursed his lips: "Class."

Qiao Annian didn't have a watch, and it was even more impossible for him to have a mobile phone.

He has a timer at home, but it's in his room and he doesn't have it with him now.

Hearing that He Nanlou said that class was about to start, he thought that the 10 minutes just now had passed.

He nodded in agreement.

...

In the era when there were no smartphones and only MP3s were followed, the resources for English listening were far less powerful than those of later generations.

The former requires a download, the latter requires a tape.

But even with the memory of this body, He Nanlou would find it troublesome.

He Nanlou held the original English book in his hand: "I will ask a question from a passage in the English book, and you answer me in your own language. Of course, you must use English."

On the surface, it seems that listening comprehension only needs to be heard, but no, it still builds on the basis of vocabulary.In addition to being able to memorize words, you also need to be sensitive enough to the pronunciation of the word, otherwise you will only memorize the words and cannot hear them, and it is still useless.

And if you want to build up your sensitivity to words and sentences, you cannot do without speaking.

The so-called listening, speaking, reading, and writing are closely linked.

Qiao Annian also trained listening comprehension before, but...even the training teacher didn't ask them to answer in English.

He glanced at He Nanlou who was posing very well, silently withdrew his gaze, and spread out the notebook.

"Because the audio of the exam is mostly in English, I will also use English. Are you ready?"

What, what Yingying?

Qiao Annian was in a fog.

When he heard the English pronunciation that was no less than the teacher's tape recorder, he didn't listen to what the other party was saying.

He turned his head and stared blankly at He Nanlou.

This kind of look of admiration and admiration was also seen in He Nanlou Qiao Annian's body.

It was when he was writing programming.

It's just that the boy's eyes should be more undisguised and hotter.

He Nanlou: "Qiao Annian, there is no answer on my face."

Qiao Annian was embarrassed, "Trouble, please, ask again."

He Nanlou asked a total of five questions.

Qiao Annian stuttered when answering.

It was clearly the content in the book, but after classmate He said it, all those words changed to another pronunciation.

Of course Qiao Annian knew that the other party's pronunciation was correct, and he spoke fluently and beautifully, because he was used to the teacher's accent...

"Take your time. Accelerating your knowledge doesn't happen in a day. After finishing your homework every day, set aside an extra half to an hour to practice listening. The listening materials for English books are still limited, so we will go out to buy them together next time. At 10:30, the time is not enough. It's early, go take a shower and go to bed."

He Nanlou put the English book back on the shelf and urged Qiao Annian to go to bed.

In the past... Qiao Annian was the one who urged him to sleep.

He Nanlou pursed his lips, as if he knew what kind of feelings Qiao Annian had for him in their early years——

Treat him like a child.

When he heard that it was 10:30, Qiao Annian panicked. It is definitely inappropriate for him to go to Jiajia now...

Qiao Annian had no choice but to passively go to the bathroom to wash up.

Qiao Annian thought that He Nanlou would go to the bathroom downstairs to wash up. After all, he used to go downstairs when he took a shower...

"Stand over there."

"Whoa whoa."

Seeing He Nanlou coming in, Qiao Annian hurriedly stood inside.

After washing his face, Qiao Annian habitually dried the water on his hands——

In his hand, there was an extra towel.

"It turns out that you have the habit of not wiping your hands so early on."

He Nanlou said this sentence too softly, and Qiao Annian didn't hear it clearly, but he didn't feel too embarrassed to ask.

Ever since he was a child, he has always washed his hands and dried them directly. Maybe classmate He was surprised by his rudeness just now?

He Nanlou dried the boy's hands with a towel, "From now on, after washing your hands, you need to wipe your hands with a towel, and after taking a shower, you must dry your feet before going to bed. Remember?"

Qiao Annian nodded subconsciously.

After nodding his head, he faintly felt that something was wrong...

What is it called, in the future?