Monopolize me, let me stay at home [Transmigration Book]

After another 15 minutes, Youyou dried her body refreshed, put on her pajamas and came out. By the way, she sprayed air freshener in the bathroom and turned on the exhaust fan.

Perfect pass.

When he entered the room, Shang Fan was still asleep, and as soon as he opened the door, he met Shang Fan's direct gaze.

Youyou's heart warmed, was he waiting for her to sleep with him?How considerate.

With a rosy face, he jumped over, got into the bed, covered the quilt with only his head exposed, "Uncle, good night!"

"En." Shang Fan still looked at him, and suddenly put his hand on his forehead, and after confirming that nothing happened, he was slightly confused.

It's just that such a small and complicated expression of confusion was not obvious in the dim light, and was not noticed by the little liar next to him.

He sighed, "Sleep."

Youyou felt comfortable all over, without sleep all night.

Even his sleeping appearance has improved a lot relatively. In the whole night, Shang Fan was only woken up by him twice.

Once, You You turned [-] degrees on the bed, with both legs and butt pressed against Shang Wen's body, suffocating a bit.

The second time, when You You was dreaming, he grabbed Shang Fan's grandparents bag, muttering terrible sleepy words in his mouth, and the corners of his mouth were glistening with saliva.

"Wowotou...a dollar...huh? Uh...two..."

Shang Fan was afraid that he really bought the wowotou in his dream, so he pulled up his handcuff and pushed him back on the bed.

After confirming again and again that the child was really dreaming, and not pretending to be asleep, Shang Fan calmed down.

Fortunately, the next day, Youyou woke up by himself. He slept so soundly that Shangfan was already sitting in the living room when he got up.On the table are bacon fried eggs and hot milk.

Youyou was a little confused. He remembered that when Shang Fan usually ate bacon and eggs for breakfast, he always served it with coffee.

"Uncle? Why not coffee?"

Shang Fan turned his head from the sofa and glanced at him, "Kids drink less coffee."

Youyou sat over, silently put a spoonful of sugar into the milk, and found that the milk was still warm, with a layer of milk crust on it, it couldn't be better.

The culinary competition started at ten o'clock, and it's only after eight o'clock, so it's still early, Youyou packed up his schoolbag after eating, and planned to go out, he turned around every step of the way, and looked eagerly at Shang Fan who was on the sofa.

By the third time, Shang Fan finally noticed his gaze.

"Go early and return early."

"Okay! Thank you uncle~!" Youyou almost jumped up.

God knows that he didn't want to stay an extra night at first, but just wanted Shang Yan to send him to school and be a spectator of his competition. After all, there were many parents who came to the school to watch their children's competition on this day.

In the end, he didn't say anything, his eyes hinted for a long time, and he was allowed to stay!

Sometimes thinking is not on the same channel, it's really not a bad thing.

It is said to be a culinary competition, but it is actually a spontaneous organization among students, mainly for entertainment.Nowadays, the family situation of college students is generally relatively good, and there are only a few who can cook in college. This has led to this culinary competition, which is not professional.

Those who cook more and have more experience can already enter the semi-finals, and in the preliminary round, there are a large number of people who come to join in the fun and make trouble, making fun while live broadcasting, as if they are not here to compete in cooking skills, but to compete in dark cooking of.

What's more, there is also a male classmate of the same year who copied the legendary famous dish "Looking at the Starry Sky".

There is also a sister who is cosplaying Shimura Miao, smiling gently and making scrambled eggs that are all black.

Or they are really good at cooking, but they still come to play, wearing the clothes of the Chinese Little Master, making special light effects next to the pot when the pot is boiling, and the partner played the bgm of the Chinese Little Master...

The most serious one, that is, the friend who showed off his knife skills on the spot, performed a show of 'making watermelons look expensive'.They didn't care at all whether they could win the award or be shortlisted. They just took advantage of the school TV station's interviews and videos to try their best to gain a sense of presence, and some even recruited boyfriends and girlfriends on the spot.

It's really full of flowers.

That is to say, against such a contrast, Youyou's well-behaved and quiet figure is particularly inconspicuous, chopping vegetables slowly, cooking slowly, and making the finalists like an old dog.

Maybe it's because the previous rumors still have influence, maybe it's because he's too inconspicuous, the school TV station didn't film him too much, but an alumnus who was playing live broadcast came over and said impolite words while filming, Introduced to the people in the live broadcast room, saying that this is the pure and innocent little shou who was a smash hit before.

Youyou was putting on a plate, and frowned when he heard the words, but ignored it.

He will not be like in the original book, because of the influence of these people, he will lose his mind and make a fool of himself frequently.

When the original owner faced these things, his pitiful appearance lowered his head and did not dare to look at people. He made mistakes in a hurry, cooked the wrong dishes, and even his hair fell down to cover his eyes, making the whole person look more gloomy and bunny.

Youyou groaned inwardly, put the dishes on the plate in a leisurely manner, and decorated it with a small carved radish, then raised his head generously, and smiled at the camera in cooperation with that classmate.

At this time, he was wearing a small chef's hat. For the sake of hygiene, half of his face was covered by a transparent mask. At first glance, he seemed to be trying to cover up his appearance.But after suddenly raising his head and laughing, it seemed that the color of the whole person became brighter, and there was no trace of haze in a pair of round and bright eyes.

At this time, the dishes were finished, and he even took off his mask, revealing his well-shaped chin and his soft cheeks.

But the kitchen knife in his hand was picked up again. It reflected light in the sun and was padded by white fingers. The posture was like an innocent child holding a balloon.

Youyou looked at the camera, smiled, showed some disbelief, and retorted aloud, "I think I'm quite aggressive? What's wrong with you? This classmate, you can't talk nonsense."

The boy holding the selfie stick was suddenly shaken by his smile and the kitchen knife in his hand. He almost didn't react, and his expression was dumbfounded for a moment.

Two seconds later, the live broadcast room exploded, and a large number of girls poured in, frantically brushing up the barrage.

The boy was also very excited, and he also laughed accordingly, pretending to be scared, "Wow, so fierce! I was wrong, I was wrong, big brother, put down the knife quickly hahaha we have something to talk~"

Seeing someone making things difficult for Youyou, Xiao Zhe, who managed to squeeze through the crowd and rushed over, saw this scene.

Different from the viewers who were amazed and cute in the live broadcast room, Xiao Zhe was more surprised, and his heart warmed up accordingly.He is different from those who don't know Youyou, and have never met him. Xiao Zhe still remembers what kind of Youyou he bought drunk with him, and remembers the ridicule, rumors, and discussions that came because of these people. How much grievance and pain have I suffered.

But Youyou in front of him pretended not to care about anything and was not affected at all, hiding all the shadows and sorrows, joking sweetly.

Even the little white chef's hat wasn't put on properly, something hit it in the middle, and it was a little sunken, exposing Youyou's true height, but the sides of the hat were still upturned, as if some small ears were hidden inside.

Without thinking, Xiao Zhe walked over, followed his heart, raised his hand and lightly pinched the screaming hat, as if he was really checking whether there were ears hidden inside.

"Hey, Senior Xiao, are you here too?"

Youyou put down the kitchen knife unconsciously, raised his head without dodging, and looked at the senior.

What responded to him was a textbook-style warm male smile.

The live room exploded again.

But Youyou stopped. He quickly realized that the live broadcaster hadn't left yet, and his eyes showed deep worry. After he realized it, he distanced himself from Xiao Zhe immediately.

He didn't really want to implicate Xiao Zhe during the task, and he didn't want too many people to think that the two of them had a good relationship, which was very unsafe.

But Xiao Zhe misunderstood, "Don't be afraid, Youyou, people say it may be true, but I'm not that timid yet."

He thought that what Youyou was worried about was that the rumors about him affected him.

AIDS, promiscuity, and selling are as vicious as such statements can be.

Even the roommates who are not friends with him use the way of opposing him to clean themselves up, but Xiao Zhe is not afraid at all.But the more he is not afraid, the more Youyou feels that this friendship is too precious to harm the other party.

All of a sudden, the atmosphere became warmer. The two people who looked at each other worried and thought about each other at the same time, which was simply positive energy in the world.

At the same time, in a dark, cold room, Shang Fan looked at the picture on the phone screen, and the corners of his mouth were pressed down a little bit.

But soon, he quit the live broadcast room, and didn't watch the bullet screen that kept sliding over it, similar to attacking and receiving, as if he was tired of watching those clowns jumping around.

Shang Fan switched the window and looked at another live broadcast screen. In contrast, this blogger didn't have so many hippie smiles, and he didn't use a humorous tone to tell jokes, but he was much more serious.

But after a while, through the screen, he saw that the preliminary round of the culinary competition had ended, and the list of students entering the semi-finals was announced.

Among them, of course, Youyou is also included.

When the break time came, the broadcaster quickly found Youyou, pointed the microphone at the unsuspecting boy, and stabbed him mercilessly with sharp questions.

"Excuse me, student Youyou, there are rumors on the school forum that you have AIDS. Do you have anything to say about this? Before you came to participate in the cooking competition, did you read this post?"

Youyou didn't seem to expect this person to come over suddenly, and was secretly eating something in his hand, when he heard the sound, he stood up quickly and hid the things in his hand behind his back.

"Look, there's nothing to say, and I can't control their mouths?"

"Student Youyou, what were you eating just now, why did you hide it? Can you show it for everyone to see?"

After this question was asked, the barrage became active, and a large number of people seemed to have grasped something about him, clamoring that it must be a blocking drug, and it must be an ironclad proof of illness.

"This...isn't very good..." Youyou was a little embarrassed, with his hands behind his back, and he refused to take them out.

"Everyone in the live broadcast room really wants to see it, student Youyou, there are thousands of people waiting for you, do you have the heart to let everyone down? Or, what did you eat just now that cannot be seen?"

"It's not..." Youyou's ears turned red, "Okay, since you insist on watching, I'll show you."

He reached out and opened his palms.

Inside was a small piece of bone, like that of a chicken or duck, very thin and U-shaped, with two raised points at both ends.

The person who interviewed him had a strange expression, "Why are you gnawing on the bones? Why are you still hiding?"

Youyou turned his head away, his voice was a little low, but his pronunciation was clear, with a bit of unhappiness and stubbornness, "What's wrong with gnawing bones? You can't eat bones, so I'm not allowed to play with them?"

"play?"

"That's right, that's it..." Youyou took a deep breath, put the cleanly gnawed bones into his mouth with an attitude of throwing everything out and shame on others.

Two bones stick out of the lips, and the others are contained in the mouth. At this moment, they look like the fangs of a vampire.

Broadcaster: "..."

Other people in the live broadcast room: "...???"

Seeing his reaction, You You blushed, angry and speechless, took off the vampire's fangs and wrapped them in kitchen paper, and said angrily, "What's wrong! Haven't you played or seen this before?! It's you Must see!"

Shang Fan, who had been watching the live broadcast screen, also twitched his eyelids, lowered his head silently, closed his eyes slowly, raised his hand, and rubbed the bridge of his nose, as if he was extremely helpless.

The author has something to say: You You: No laughing!