My daughter-in-law, Teacher Qin

"What did you touch when you got home yesterday?"

Ji Cheng took another step back, as if he was afraid of Qin Shuhao's smell.

Seeing him backing away again, Qin Shu was a little apprehensive.

But he didn't touch anything yesterday, he went home for dinner, went downstairs with his parents for a quick meal, and then went back...

Oh!

He bit his lip.

"I went downstairs with my parents yesterday to touch our neighbor's guide dog."

After Qin Shuhao watched him finish speaking, Ji Cheng's expression softened a little.

Could it be that he himself smells like a dog, and Ji Cheng is afraid of dogs?

There was a cold wind last night, so Qin Shuhao didn't change his clothes.

Ji Cheng is really afraid of dogs.

This idea has passed through Qin Shuhao's mind several times, Ji Cheng is so powerful, is he still afraid of dogs...

It's funny to think about it.

Ji Cheng who was standing didn't worry about anything anymore, he turned around and went out, and came back after class, without saying anything.

Qin Shuhao thought that Ji Cheng would not admit that he was afraid of pets because he was saving face, but out of respect, Qin Shuhao didn't ask.

Ever since that day, some "big speaker" saw and spread the news about Qin Shuhao being defended by the No. [-] Middle School leader at school.

Qin Shuhao was regarded as Ji Cheng's younger brother by the boys on at least one floor.

As long as you go out and see that gentle boy with neat hair covering his head and sometimes a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose, he will go over and say hello.

It made Qin Shuhao have to admit that his deskmate was his elder brother.

The whole morning class is over again, Brother Ji doesn't know what he did last night.

During the morning reading, Qin Shuhao persuaded him to read the text, and after the morning reading, he lay down on the desk and slept until noon after school.

Qin Shuhao asked Ji Cheng if he felt any discomfort when he just lay down, and Ji Cheng only replied sleepy.

Everyone walked out of the classroom one after another. Qin Shu saw that his elder brother was still awake, so he simply didn't call him.

I went out alone to buy lunch for the two of them and came back.

Qin Shuhao put the bought rice on his desk, and some students in the class who went back to the classroom before him looked at the two packs of noodles in his hand.

She smiled and asked him, "San Ling, the little brother still has to be responsible for buying meals for the big brother?"

He smiled embarrassedly, "Well, yes."

Several people chatted while eating their own meals, Qin Shuhao lay down on the table and called his elder brother to "start the table".

"Same table, same table, wake up, don't sleep." He poked Ji Cheng's shoulder with his hand.

Ji Cheng was also a light sleeper, and opened his eyes after he called out and poked him a few times.

Turning his deep eyes and leaning against the table behind, he exhaled a long breath from his nostrils.

He slept for too long, and he was a little uncomfortable lying on the table when he just woke up.

The two long legs under the table were opened wide, looking at Qin Shuhao with some erratic eyes.

He looked again at the two plastic packing boxes on his desk.

"Buy me food?" The voice was low and hoarse, like a low roar in the deep sea, making people tremble.

Qin Shuhao pushed the packing box with disposable wooden chopsticks onto his table, and gave him the plastic bag in his hand.

Nodded, "Well, I saw that you were too sleepy today, so I didn't call you, my deskmate."

Ji Cheng hummed in a low voice, and took out an opened bottle of purified water from the hole in the table, and "drinked" two mouthfuls.

The big bony hand hooked the plastic bag and picked it up.

Inside was a fried chicken drumstick, and it smelled like it was fried in the fast food restaurant outside their school.

The fried chicken legs were still warm, wrapped in open wrappers in a bag.

Ji Cheng blew on the plastic bag twice with his mouth, and ate the meat as he blew it away. A small chicken leg was wiped out by him in three or two bites.

Qin Shuhao, who was watching, had already lifted the lid of the packing box in front of him, and adjusted the noodles inside with wooden chopsticks.

Ji Cheng stared at his ear again and asked, "Why didn't you buy one for yourself?"

Qin Shuhao, who was just about to stuff the noodles into his mouth, paused and looked at him sideways.

Responding, "Ah, I can eat enough noodles, and I only have five yuan left."

Ji Cheng hummed and smiled, "That's why I bought something to eat."

Qin Shuhao nodded, "Yeah."

"Being so nice to me?"

"Hey, I just saw it, so I wanted to buy it for you, aren't you my big brother?"

Qin Shuhao smiled at him too, and stuffed a piece of noodles with chopsticks into his mouth.

Ji Cheng's eyes deepened and he stared at him, then asked, "Did your parents give you pocket money?"

Qin Shuhao, who was eating the noodles, closed his mouth and shook his head, "Mmm", and waited for the noodles to be swallowed before talking to him.

"I forgot to ask my mother today, but I still have some money, but I don't have it in my pocket."

"Fool."

"hey-hey……"

The two tablemates lowered their heads and ate the braised beef noodles that Qin Shuhao bought without beef.

Ji Cheng got enough sleep in the morning, and in the afternoon he was led by Qin Shuhao to learn the simplest Chinese.

The rest of the class followed the teacher's lecture steps to learn things, while Ji Cheng sat on the window seat and copied back and forth an ancient poem that Qin Shuhao taught him.

Vigorous and powerful brushstrokes wandered on the white paper, "This feeling can be regarded as a memory, but it was already at a loss at that time."

Qin Shuhao said that no matter the first two lines or the last two lines of this whole poem, it is very likely that they will get it in the college entrance examination, so he asked Ji Cheng to memorize it very well.

When they finished school in the afternoon, Qin Shuhao packed his schoolbag, and Fang Zhong came to find Ji Cheng to go to the Internet cafe.

Brother Ji recited and silently wrote it to his younger brother very fluently.

Fang Zhong, an ignorant and inexperienced bastard, was stunned.

So much so that on their way to the Internet cafe, Fang Zhong asked him if he was going to change his sex in the future, and whether he would go to play games today.

Ji Cheng just sneered at him and didn't answer anything.

Fang Zhong was even more confused by Monk Zhang Er.

Xiaohei Internet Cafe is at the end of the street behind the school's back door, and there are already many junior high school students and high school students from several schools nearby.

Fang Zhong leaned on the bar counter of the Internet cafe, greeted the network manager he was familiar with, and ate the cashew nuts on the bar counter very bluntly.

"Let's take the original two machines on the second floor. After two hours, I paid off the unused Internet fee yesterday."

The network administrator is also quite familiar with this young man who is flirtatious and invisible.

Every now and then, I would come to their place to spend the night, and I would turn on the machine for them and tell them what they wanted.

Ji Cheng followed Fang Zhong up to the second floor.

They spent the night here last night, each with a computer, turned on until dawn.

In the middle of the night, Fang Zhong went to have supper with his acquaintances downstairs, and fell asleep on the sofa when he came back.

Ji Cheng vented all his anger on the game and had a good time, which resulted in him lying on the table this morning to catch up on sleep.

Turned on the phone and entered the official website to play games. Fang Zhong took the mobile phone, checked the numbers in the address book, and called the group of buddies to go online and form a team.

Ji Cheng manipulated the characters and Fang Zhong and the others to fight against another team. Just after the first round, Fang Zhong spread out on the sofa and pressed the keyboard and mouse to shout hungry.

"Oh dear, I can smell meat, Lao Ji, are you hungry? I'll ask Brother Feng below to buy us chicken drumsticks."

Ji Cheng concentrated on controlling the mouse to hit someone, "I'm not hungry, you can buy it yourself."

Fang Zhong groaned and hung up the phone, and went downstairs with his pocket in his pocket to ask Brother Feng, the network manager, to find someone to buy chicken legs for him.

Seeing that the character he attacked was down to the last bar of blood, Ji Cheng let him go.

In his mind, Fang Zhong asked him if he was hungry just now, and the chicken legs that Qin Shuhao bought for him seemed to appear in front of his eyes again.

Unexpectedly, that little nerd still knew something, but he was still dumbfounded. The chicken legs bought for him at noon tasted good.

No enemy on the screen dared to approach him yet, yet Ji Cheng actually recited that ancient poem silently in his heart.

After silently recited it, he frightened himself.

This is what Qin Shu Haochang said to him, "The one who is close to Zhu is red and the one who is close to ink is black".

Fang Zhong, who went downstairs, sat back again, opened a can of Coke, and freed up one hand to control the mouse to exit the game.

They have clearly won here.

Ji Cheng stared at the little character on the screen whom he let out of his way just now, he seemed to be the lowest character in this game.

He looks like a tumbler and walks crookedly.

Hiding in a corner of the palace, he slowly returned blood to himself.

Ji Cheng looked at it, and the stupid look of his deskmate inadvertently appeared in his mind.

The more you look at that little thing on the screen, the more it looks like Qin Shu.

He just stared at that little character and laughed, the upward curve of the corner of his mouth was terrifying, Ji Cheng didn't know it.

Until the little thing was finally revived with full blood, but was beaten to the ground by their team.

Ji Cheng couldn't stop smiling.