I heard someone wants to raise me

Early in the morning, Wen Cheng pushed the door into the training room, and Jing Xiuzhu was there again.

There was a quilt on the empty table next to him, and he was a little puzzled: "Why...you didn't go back to your room and didn't sleep, so you came to the training room to sleep with the quilt?"

"I'd rather see the scenery."

Wen Cheng was stunned for a second, "Huh? Did he sleep here? Or you...you?"

Jing Xiuzhu stretched out his hand, a piece of paper torn out from nowhere was caught between his fingertips, and he handed it out without looking back.

Wen Cheng took it over and took a look. There was no signature on it, and he wrote a few words with gnashing teeth and claws: "Old man, where are my thirty quilts!"

Isn't that what Jing Xiuzhu said mockingly the day he first arrived?

Wen Cheng pulled the chair over to him, returned the note to him, and said with a mean face, "So what's the relationship between the two of you now? Should I call you sister-in-law? Or your boss?"

"..."

Jing Xiuzhu took the note and rubbed it unconsciously with his fingertips, suddenly the wink that made his heart tingle last night appeared in his mind.

like what.

A sudden shot in the finals?Precise and neat.

His elder brother said that he was almost shallow-minded, and he was still aggressive, and he couldn't stand the slightest word.

In fact, his mind was heavier than ten people put together.

He will retaliate for his grievances, digging pits and scheming openly and secretly, and even concealed him from the beginning, thinking that he is an idiot with big brother's money to squander.

Jing Xiuzhu crumpled up the paper, threw it into the trash can, and said, "I have nothing to do with him."

Wen Cheng frowned slightly, looked at Jing Xiuzhu's face for a long time in confusion, and asked politely: "Then you don't like him and still treat him like that?"

Jing Xiuzhu turned his head, not knowing for a while whether to explain that he didn't like Ning Jianjing, or that he didn't treat him that well, these two were simply irresolvable.

Now, in the situation where everyone thought that he had raped Ning Jianjing in the office, everything he said was like a ruthless scumbag, weak and pale, and even more scumbag.

"Wen Cheng."

Jing Xiuzhu turned his head to the side, looked into his eyes seriously, and said each word with a pause: "I pinched Ning Jianjing's wrist in the office that day, do you believe it?"

Wen Cheng also thought about it seriously, and solemnly stretched out his wrist: "Come on, pinch me."

Jing Xiuzhu: "...very good."

For the rest of his life, he would never try to clean himself up.

In fact, Ning Jianjing is beautiful and proud, but he is not the kind of delicate and soft, but full of tricks, his eyes are bright like billions of stars are hidden.

Inside every star, there is a conspiracy and calculation, which makes people hard to guard against.

In the office yesterday, when he deliberately yelled, there was a little provocation and arrogance in the corner of his eyes.

He is like an arrogant flame, easy to do but does everything he can to stir up the fire that has been accumulated in others' hearts for many years, stepping on the limit with every frown and smile, whether he is arrogant or unruly, or soft and seductive.

Don't give up until the goal is achieved.

Jing Xiuzhu rubbed his fingers, and held the piece of paper in his palm, little bastard.

——If you flirt blindly and disproportionately, you will be strangled to death.

"Ah."

A shallow sneeze interrupted Jing Xiuzhu's meditation forcibly.

Ning Jianjing stood at the door at some point, rubbing the tip of his nose and gouging him hard.

Jing Xiuzhu gritted his teeth and endured it.

"Jing team." Ning Jianjing yawned, went to the chair and sat down.

Jing Xiuzhu: "I have something to say."

Because of yawning and sneezing, his eyes were slightly red, with a bit of physiological moisture, and he said weakly, "I want to have breakfast."

Jing Xiuzhu's eyebrows twitched, and he said that the little bastard had no good intentions in giving him a quilt, and he really had a purpose.

"What's the matter, do you want me to do it for you myself?"

Jing Xiuzhu hooked his chair with his toes, tugged towards himself, and said with a gentle smile, "Should I feed you? With your hands or with your mouth."

Ning Jianjing said: "No, it's disgusting or not. You can just go to the cafeteria and get it. I went to see it just now. Uncle Chen said that the steamed buns are stuffed with red bean paste, which is very sweet. I want two."

Jing Xiuzhu's teeth were really grinding this time. He went to the cafeteria specially, but he didn't take it himself, so he turned around and asked him to go.

Something wrong?

Ning Jianjing raised his head from the chair half dead, and said with a haggard face: "I gave you the only quilt yesterday. I caught a cold after freezing all night, ah, maybe I still have a little fever. I just want to eat a quilt without any other requirements Baozi, you just..."

"Okay, shut up." Jing Xiuzhu stood up, and when he walked to the door, he suddenly remembered that his slightly red face really seemed uncomfortable.

Jing Xiuzhu found the thermometer from the cabinet, sterilized it quickly, and came back: "Open your mouth."

Ning Jianjing raised his eyes, blinked, obediently held the thermometer in his mouth, and blinked again.

"If you spit it out, you will be strangled, do you hear me?"

Ning Jianjing nodded obediently because of a slight fever, his fair face was slightly red, his eyes were foggy and lacked energy.

Jing Xiuzhu softened his heart and said, "Wait for me to come back."

Wen Cheng stared dumbfounded at his series of actions. After he left the training room, he regained consciousness a little bit, and turned to look at Ning Jianjing in shock.

He sat up straight immediately after Jing Xiuzhu left, took out the thermometer and gave two poohs, Erlang's legs turned up more neatly than anyone else.

"Old, boss..."

Ning Jianjing tilted his head, only to find that there was another person in the training room, he hurriedly put his feet away, and sat down properly to the sluggish look just now, and said weakly: "What's wrong?"

Wen Cheng was completely petrified, he stammered and pointed at him, then pointed at the empty chair of Jing Xiuzhu, and turned his head silently.

"fine."

He now felt that it was possible that Jing Xiuzhu hadn't "done" anything.

**

Jing Xiuzhu has a mild taste and doesn't like sweet ones much.

Uncle Chen said with a smile: "Do you really want it? I remember you don't eat sweets, have you changed your taste?"

Jing Xiuzhu took some breakfast for himself and Wencheng, and said "hmm" when he heard the words: "I brought it for others."

Uncle Chen smiled: "It's Mr. Ning. He came over to try one just now and said it was delicious. He will ask someone to come and get it later."

Jing Xiuzhu snapped his fingers, and a steamed bun on the clip rolled to the ground, covered in dust.

"... What else did he say?"

Uncle Chen said: "I didn't say anything, just said that my wrist hurts and I had a little fever. I asked him what was going on, and he said nothing. If you talk too much, you will tell him to leave."

... No wonder he had to come to get breakfast, that was the original idea.

Then he will give him a hand.

Without changing his face, Jing Xiuzhu picked up the dirty bun from the ground and threw it into the trash can, reached out to take the two bean paste buns packed by Uncle Chen, and said with a tactful smile: "Yes, the child lost his temper and refused to come down. "

Uncle Chen sighed: "Actually, he's pretty good. He doesn't have the airs of a boss. He even chatted with me about the cuisines of various countries for a while. Besides, he's the boss, so don't always target him."

"How can it be? You know that a child of this age loves to be coquettish, has a small temper, and has a big temper. If he doesn't get used to it for a while, he will get angry. If he can't say a word, he will let the whole world know that he has been wronged." .”

Uncle Chen felt like he was going wrong, and his hand holding the paper bag trembled a little.

"Yes, yes... children are like this, and so is my grandson..."

Uncle Chen's little grandson is only four years old.

Jing Xiuzhu felt that Uncle Chen was cautious and didn't dare to spread his thoughts too much, that's not okay.

He pondered his words in his mind and said pickily: "Last night because of the quilt, he lost his temper and asked me to come down to get him buns. Now I can't coax him well. I will train him later and he will be fussy again and have a bad temper." Very coaxing."

Uncle Chen finally realized suddenly, "I understand."

Jing Xiuzhu saw that he had an expression of "I understand, I understand everything", so he turned around contentedly, and went back to the training room with breakfast.

Little bastard, playing tricks on him?

Is the hair all grown?

-

FRG's training room is on the second floor, and the youth training camp is on the northwest corner of the first floor.

When Jing Xiuzhu walked to the stairs, he saw a child poking his head at the door.

Jing Xiuzhu stood at the stairs and watched for a long time, he felt like he wanted to come but didn't dare to come, he had a headache.

"Yan Xiao, come here."

Yan Xiao shrank his head back reflexively, Jing Xiuzhu hissed, carried three breakfasts, and walked over to the youth training camp.

It's still early now, there are only Yan Xiao and another older boy in the youth training camp, he doesn't recognize him, probably they are newcomers this year.

The two men stared nervously at Jing Xiuzhu who suddenly appeared at the door.

"Jing, Jing team."

Jing Xiuzhu stood at the door, frowned slightly and asked, "Sneaky, what's the matter?"

Yan Xiao swallowed his saliva, wanted to say something but didn't know how to put it, he nodded and shook his head quickly, it took a while to organize his words, and said: "Just... we met a team these few days..."

"Strong?" Jing Xiuzhu asked.

Yan Xiao nodded, feeling that he was not serious enough, so he nodded again.

At this time, Coach Lin happened to come in from the outside, heard them talking, and hurriedly said: "Oh yes, I left yesterday because I had something to do, and I wanted to tell you that Yan Xiao and the others met that team several times that day, and their mentality was a bit broken. , just ask Xiao Song."

Jing Xiuzhu tilted his head: "Then?"

Coach Lin said: "Xiao Song came over at night and lined up with them for a few days. Coincidentally, I met him twice. Even he was almost powerless. I watched the screen recording and he was really strong. His awareness and skills , has the shadow of you back then."

Jing Xiuzhu frowned slightly, Yan Xiao carefully looked at his expression, and nervously plucked his fingers.

Fear of being taught a lesson.

half an hour.

"Okay, let's rest for a while, I'll wait..." Jing Xiuzhu thought for a while and said, "I'll come over at nine o'clock."

After Jing Xiuzhu finished speaking, he patted Yan and Xiao on the shoulders: "It's normal to win or lose a game. If you fail in the past few days, your mentality will collapse. Then what will happen to the souls under my gun?"

Yan Xiao hurriedly said: "Yes, yes."

Jing Xiuzhu: "Coach Lin, come up here."

Coach Lin smiled at Yan Xiao, told them not to think too much and go to training first, trotted a few steps to catch up with Jing Xiuzhu, and said: "You can't judge them by your mentality, these kids have never played a big game , This is the first time I meet such a strong opponent, it is normal for my mentality to collapse."

"... Is it normal?" Jing Xiuzhu glanced sideways at Coach Lin and said, "Attitude is very important in the game, you can ask Lin Feng, he almost touched the championship trophy twice, but was shot down by me The feeling, he collapsed or not."

Coach Lin thought for a while, "Do you think he won't collapse?"

"If he collapsed, he should have retired a long time ago. He said last night that he wanted to be the captain of our team. You said how shameless he is."

"..." Coach Lin: "Only you think he won't collapse."

Jing Xiuzhu stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the training room, went to the microwave oven to bring out the milk, and put the two bean paste buns by Ning Jianjing's hand.

"Eat, little ancestor."

Jing Xiuzhu handed the rest of the breakfast to Wen Cheng, tilted his head slightly and said to Coach Lin, "Play the screen recording of Xiao Song and the others, let me have a look."

After finishing speaking, he went to look at Ning Jianjing again: "Is it burning?"

Ning Jianjing raised his head and pushed the thermometer from the table to him: "I don't know, I don't understand."

Jing Xiuzhu picked it up and looked at it, it was a little burnt, but it was not a big problem.

Jing Xiuzhu said: "After eating, go to Dr. Miao to get the medicine."

Ning Jianjing didn't comment, reached out his hand to take out the steamed stuffed bun from the bag, took a bite, and said vaguely: "Captain Jing, why are you so slow, the steamed stuffed bun is cold, the milk is so hot, what brand is it, it smells fishy , hard to drink."

Jing Xiuzhu's eyebrows twitched, and he said kindly, "Come on, show me another thorn."

Ning Jianjing bent his knees and nestled on the sofa, hugged the milk cup, turned his head away and muttered in a voice that everyone could hear: "The supper I sent at twelve o'clock yesterday was all hot, and the milk is fishy. Don't tell me."

Jing Xiuzhu: "...Don't drink and get out."

Ning Jianjing lowered his eyes aggrievedly, Jing Xiuzhu saw him pursing his lips and took a sip with difficulty, swallowed with difficulty, and hissed with a toothache.

"bring here."

Ning Jianjing raised his eyes: "What do you want?"

Jing Xiuzhu: "Milk, let me taste whether it is fishy or not."

The author has something to say: Today is the Jing team that has gradually fallen and thought I was not tempted. There is no fluctuation in my heart, and I even want to ask for a collection, QAQ.