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After eating, He Jing and Wang Yao consciously undertook the task of washing the dishes.

Lan Liangqing stopped Li Qi who was about to go to the kitchen to help wash the dishes together: "Let them go, there is no reason for the guests to do it. Let's go, let's sit in the living room."

Li Qi was no longer polite, and followed Lan Liangqing to the living room.

Holding a cup of hot tea, Lan Liangqing asked with concern: "Is it okay for you to live on it alone? Are you still used to it?"

Li Qi smiled: "I have lived alone since I was eight years old, and my parents are very busy. Before that, my brother could still accompany me from time to time. In the past two years, he has been working, so I am often alone. I'm used to it."

Lan Liangqing felt a little distressed, looked at Li Qi, and said sincerely: "From now on, I will treat this as my own home, and come here when I have nothing to do. Although my two children are noisy and shy, it is still up to you We are all the same age, so we should be able to play together, and don't treat yourself as an outsider in the future, okay?"

Li Qi nodded: "Thank you, Auntie, I will."

The more Lan Liangqing looked at Li Qi, the more satisfied he was, and he peeled an orange for him: "By the way, how are you doing at school?"

Li Qi took the oranges, thanked them in a low voice, and replied, "It's all good. I often meet Brother Jing and Brother Ming."

"Brother Ming? Luo Mingshan?"

"Yes."

Lan Liangqing couldn't help boasting: "Xiaoshan is also a good boy, better than He Jing. It just so happens that you are all in the same school, so go to them if you have anything to do."

Li Qi nodded obediently: "Yeah. Brother Ming really has a good personality, but Brother Jing is not bad either."

Lan Liangqing frowned: "You don't know, that kid He Jing..."

"Ms. Lan," He Jing just came out of the kitchen, cut a plate of cantaloupe and put it on the coffee table, "Please don't speak ill of your son behind his back. Especially when there is only a wall between him and you."

Lan Liangqing coughed twice to cover up, picked up the cup on the side and took a sip of water.

Li Qi snickered aside.

He Jing said to him: "I just went back to the house and heard your cell phone ringing. Maybe someone is looking for you. I didn't bring your cell phone here, so go and have a look."

"May I enter your room?" Li Qi asked.

"kindness."

Before the meal, Li Qi's cell phone ran out of battery. Afraid of missing important contacts, he asked He Jing to recharge it for him, and it is still in He Jing's bedroom until now.

Li Qi walked into He Jing's bedroom, somewhat unexpectedly.

The layout here is very simple: a single bed, a bookshelf filled with various types of books that are slightly higher than Li Qi, a pair of tables and chairs, other than that, it is just a book hanging on the wall. The adverb reads "Where does the dust come from".

Simply over the top.

However, it unexpectedly matched the temperament of its owner, and one could even smell the faint bookish atmosphere in the room mixed with the unique fragrance of ink.

It's the same as He Jing's feeling.

Li Qi smiled, didn't stay long, took the phone and went back to the living room, watching the news while walking.

It was sent by his junior high school classmates, inviting him to a class reunion.

Wang Yao also returned to the living room at this time, and was watching TV. Seeing that Li Qi had been looking at his mobile phone, he asked, "Is there anything else you need to do later? Why don't you go back first."

Li Qi smiled gratefully at her—this situation is really unavoidable, and it is said that their class teacher in junior high school will also be there.

"Yes. My junior high school classmate sent me a message just now, saying that there is a class reunion, and I may not be able to shirk it."

Lan Liangqing said: "Then you really need to prepare well, maybe there will be girls there. Then you go back first, I wanted to keep you for dinner. I must come back tomorrow!"

Li Qi promised: "I will definitely come here again. It was already close."

He Jing stood up: "I'll see you off."

"By the way, Brother Jing," Li Qi grabbed him and handed over the phone, "Do I still have your phone number?"

He Jing understood, entered his mobile phone number in the new contact, and watched as Li Qi changed the name of the note to "Old He next door".

"It's downstairs." He Jing didn't know the stalk, opened her mouth to remind, and said, "Go slowly."

"Goodbye, Brother Jing downstairs." Li Qi winked at him and added, "Goodbye, Auntie. Goodbye, Wang Yao."

After Li Qi left, Wang Yao finally liberated her nature, no longer sitting upright, and replaced it with a more comfortable and twisted posture, slumped on the sofa.

Lan Liangqing glared at her: "Does she look like a girl? Look at Li Qi, there are some who stand up and sit down."

Wang Yao didn't take it seriously, and kowtowed at the side: "It's okay, Mom, it's enough for your eldest son to be a decent person."

"But you really, do you ever say that about your own son in front of others? Isn't your eldest son the most handsome person in your heart?"

Lan Liangqing pursed her lips, ignoring her conscience: "Just this little bastard, what a handsome fart!"

"Ms. Lan, as your caring little padded jacket, I advise you to be cautious. After all, your eldest son He Jing is in this living room."

He Jing, who was focusing on replying to Luo Mingshan's news, seemed to have heard that he was mentioned, so he raised his head and glanced at Wang Yao.

Seeing this, Wang Yao said, "Look at this, I have an opinion."

"What did you just say?" He Jing broke the stage instantly.

Wang Yao was so angry that she jumped, grabbed the pillow behind her and was about to hit him, Lan Liangqing laughed.

Seeing this, He Jing stopped negotiating too much with the two wretched women at home, and went back to the house to read.

Luo Mingshan called just now and asked him to go out for dinner at night, so he had to use the time in the afternoon to read more books, so that he could spend his time at night with peace of mind.

After all, he is a serious student, and it is not easy to keep his ranking in the top [-] in his age.

It's not that He Jing doesn't want to learn mathematics well. He has also made a lot of efforts, but in the end he found that in order to learn the subjects that he is not good at, it is better to learn the subjects that he is good at...

In this way, a generation of liberal arts overlords was born.

At this time, our little overlord is struggling with a political problem.

If you ask He Jing what subject he is most worried about in the liberal arts, it is only politics.

He Jing’s bedside readings since he was a child were all about Chinese history or local conditions and customs. Even though liberal arts were not separated, and at the same time, these contents more or less integrated the way of governing the country of a generation of emperors, but they were also very different from the current national conditions. In this regard, we have made a lot of supplements-especially now that they talk about philosophy, those principles and methodologies like the bible are simply deceiving people too much.

Fortunately, He Jing's liberal arts thinking is strong enough, and he is hardworking enough. He even formed a unique learning method in the liberal arts in his mind, which made him No.1 in the rankings of liberal arts scores all the year round.

After finishing the last material question, He Jing looked at her phone. It was almost 05:30, and the appointed time was six o'clock.

Pretty on time.

He pushed open the door and said to Lan Liangqing who was about to cook, "Stop cooking for me, I'll go out with Luo Mingshan at night."

Lan Liangqing satirized: "Come on, young master, your food is not the same whether you cook it or not. How much can you eat?"

He Jing ignored her mother's daily ridicule, and asked Wang Yao, who was sitting on the sofa and watching variety shows all afternoon: "Me and Luo Mingshan are going out, are you going?"

Wang Yao shook her head with some regret: "I can't go, I have to do my homework at night. I will go back to school at noon tomorrow to prepare for military training."

He Jing nodded in understanding, and not long after sitting on the sofa, he received a call from Luo Mingshan: "Brother Jing, I'm at the gate of your community, come out."

He Jing replied, "Okay, I'll go change and leave."

Luo Mingshan asked again: "I just found out about a very delicious dessert, will Yaoyao come?"

As He Jing walked towards the bedroom, she turned her head and glanced at Wang Yao: "She can't go, the military training is tomorrow, and the homework hasn't been written yet. I can bring her back. Hang up when I'm done, and I'll be here soon. "

"it is good."

After a while, He Jing changed her clothes and went downstairs. As soon as she got downstairs, she saw Luo Mingshan waiting on the side.

He Jing asked: "Aren't you waiting for me at the gate of the courtyard?"

"Anyway, if you have nothing to do, let's take a walk here and relax." Luo Mingshan seemed not very interested.

He Jing could see that he was listless, and asked curiously, "Didn't you ask Yuan Qinyue out this morning? Why, the movie isn't good?"

"The movie is pretty good, but..." Luo Mingshan gritted his teeth and said, "Can you imagine that she paid for the Korean food we went to eat at noon!"

"You've really lived your life better. Go out on a date and ask a girl to pay for it."

"No, brother Jing, listen to me." Luo Mingshan also felt a little uncomfortable, and hurriedly explained, "I know this is the first time I ask her out, so I must not be stingy, right... Actually, I'm not a A stingy person. After I made an appointment with her yesterday, I directly ordered movie tickets online. Today she found out and said she would give me the money for the movie tickets. Don’t look at me like that, of course I didn’t ask for it. It’s hard for her Don’t tell me about the movie ticket. I took her to dinner at noon, and she said to go to the toilet halfway. When I left, I called the waiter to know that she was going to check out. I didn’t even see the bill. ..."

He Jing was a little surprised.

How could Luo Mingshan talk so much in one breath?

Still not breathing?

Ah, no, the point seems to be wrong.

Luo Mingshan asked tentatively: "Brother Jing, do you think I should transfer the money back to Alipay for her? I checked, and her mobile phone number and Alipay account are the same."

"Farewell." He Jing carefully recalled what Luo Mingshan said just now. He was too busy to be shocked and didn't listen carefully. "Actually, what Yuan Qinyue did is quite impressive. After all, the two of you are now It's just a new acquaintance, she doesn't want to owe you anything, and it's normal to do so."

Seeing that Luo Mingshan was still hesitating, he added: "If you transfer money rashly, it may be understood as taking money to humiliate her."

Luo Mingshan immediately put down the phone.

"Let's go, Brother Jing, let's go to the back street of Forty Middle School to eat skewers. Actually, I don't like Korean food at all. If I don't think girls like it, who would eat those sweet and greasy things..." Luo Ming Shan stopped the car while feeling disgusted, "Go to the back street of Forty Middle School."

When they arrived at the place, He Jing and Luo Mingshan found a seat at the open-air barbecue place, and quickly ordered some food. Luo Mingshan also ordered a drink.

He Jing frowned: "You order so much every time, you are really not afraid of hurting your body, young master."

Luo Mingshan didn't take it seriously: "Where is this? You forgot the breakup meal when we graduated from junior high school. I'm not afraid of nineteen boys in my class except you drinking with me."

"Yeah, nineteen boys wanted to drink twenty." He Jing recalled the tragedy of that day, and for the first time thanked himself for being allergic to alcohol, "In the end, I sent you home."

Luo Mingshan was dissatisfied: "I was pretending to be drunk that day, pretending to be drunk! There was a girl who looked at me several times with a letter in her hand. I didn't pretend to be drunk. If she really came here, everyone would be so embarrassed."

He Jing raised her eyebrows and asked, "Maybe I have to praise you."

"That must be done." Luo Mingshan was a little proud, "But it's a pity that you are allergic to alcohol, so there will be no chance for us to drink together."

He Jing raised the plastic cup containing the drink and signaled Luo Mingshan to take the cup.

Luo Mingshan touched him, and laughed at himself: "Forget it, it's like killing you to make you drink, it's fine as it is now. Oh no, Brother Jing, what are you drinking?"

Luo Mingshan's eyes followed the plastic cup in He Jing's hand: "You are actually drinking iced black tea! You have abandoned your favorite Coke! You heartless man! Scumbag!"

"Shut up!" He Jing couldn't bear the eyes of passers-by who had heard "heartless man, scumbag" and had to yell out.

Luo Mingshan intensified: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...

He Jing now not only wants to kill him, but also wants to beat him.

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