On the seventh day of National Day, Jiang Xing's homework did not move a word. Lin Qingyu watched him open the schoolbag that had been lying in the corner for a holiday, and took out a large stack of test papers from it, visually there were about 20 papers.
Lin Qingyu asked: "How long will it take you to make a paper?"
Jiang Xing took off the cap, turned the gel pen that would not spill ink, and said casually: "At least half an hour."
With a rough calculation, Jiang Xing may not be able to make up even if he makes up for the whole night. Lin Qingyu remembered the days when Jiang Xing was dominated by Zouben, angrily and funny: "The task is so difficult, why did you delay it until now? What did you do in the last six days."
Jiang Xing raised his eyebrows: "What did you say I did?"
"Don't throw the pot on me." Lin Qingyu said the truth, "Even without me, you will definitely postpone it until the last day."
"Damn it," Jiang Xing casually took out a math test paper, scanned the questions, and wrote down the answers, "I'm so miserable, you still won't let me throw the pot."
Lin Qingyu said coldly: "Don't let it."
When Da Yu, Lin Qingyu occasionally stayed up late with Jiang Xing to criticize the memorial. Unexpectedly, now that there is no memorial book, he still has to stay up late with Jiang Xing to do his homework.
Eye protection lights are on in the study, and two cups of milk tea are on the table. The two rushed homework alone, and the other played games, quietly and without disturbing each other. After Jiang Xing finished a paper, he lost his pen and looked at Lin Qingyu. Lin Qingyu was wearing headphones, picking up the milk tea to drink, and because his eyes couldn't leave the phone screen, his lips touched the air. After trying twice, he successfully bit the straw.
Jiang Xing chuckled lightly. He wanted to find Lin Qingyu to post it, and he heard Lin Qingyu ask: "What does the stab mean? My teammate asked me to make up the stab."
Magic stab in the game refers to a wizard who can be an assassin, and usually requires higher operations than other wizards. Lin Qingyu only started to play the oba game. Jiang Xing only taught him two or three brainless and easy-to-handle heroes, and it was more than enough to play in the lower segment.
"Don't pay attention to them." Jiang Xing said, "you can play as long as you can."
Lin Qingyu said: "I want to try something else too." After finishing speaking, he chose a hero that requires complicated combos and a slightly complicated mechanism.
Jiang Xing couldn't stop him, and Lin Qingyu had already locked the hero. Jiang Xing hesitated to say, "If you are scolded by your teammates, let me fight for you."
Lin Qingyu said, "No, you can scold me back."
Jiang Xing stopped writing his homework, and moved to Lin Qingyu's side to watch him play. In the first four minutes, a small team battle broke out between the two sides. Lin Qingyu's set of chic combos succeeded in going to heaven and won the opponent's blood.
Jiang Xing was a little dazed: "This..." It's a coincidence.
Seeing Lin Qingyu succeeded in three consecutive moves, Jiang Xing became more and more confused and couldn't help asking: "Qingyu, have you practiced this hero before?"
"No, this is the first time I play."
"Then how did you fly?"
Lin Qingyu said strangely: "Didn't the skill description be very clear? Just want Feitian to operate according to the skill description."
Jiang Xing was silent for three seconds, then smiled and said, "Yes, it's that simple. You continue, and I will make up my homework."
Jiang Xing left too many homework assignments, and he didn't finish it until the early hours of the morning. Lin Qingyu couldn't stand it first, and fell asleep on the table. Jiang Xing hugged him horizontally. He wanted to send people to the master bedroom to sleep and then go back to the study to struggle. But seeing Lin Qingyu's sleeping face, he was a little bit reluctant.
Tomorrow, I can't be with Lin Qingyu 24 hours a day.
So he moved his position from the study to the bedroom. The stuff on the bedside table was emptied and became his temporary desk. He sat cross-legged on the floor with the bed beside him—Lin Qingyu was sleeping beside him.
In the middle of the night, Lin Qingyu opened his eyes while he was half asleep and half awake, and saw the light on the bedside, calling out: "... Jiang Xing?"
Jiang Xing immediately stopped writing, "Are you awake?"
Lin Qingyu was sleepy: "Why haven't you finished writing yet."
"Almost." Jiang Xing patted Lin Qingyu on the back like a child to sleep, "You go to bed first."
Lin Qingyu nodded and closed her eyes obediently. Just like that, Jiang Xing patted Lin Qingyu's back lightly with his left hand, and wrote answers on the test paper with his right hand.
Jiang Xing struggled to finish his homework until three in the morning. He went to bed weakly, lay down beside Lin Qingyu, and adjusted the alarm clock half an hour earlier with the last bit of willpower.
Lin Qingyu went to bed late the day before and woke up late the next day. When he woke up, Jiang Xing was packing up his things, looking like he hadn't slept enough.
"Are you going to school?" Lin Qingyu asked.
"Yes, I have already bought breakfast and put it on the dining table. You remember to eat it." Jiang Xing hurriedly stuffed the textbooks and test papers into his schoolbag. Although he set the alarm clock, he still couldn't help but stayed in bed for ten minutes, and then went to buy breakfast for Lin Qingyu, and he was late in all probability. "Auntie will come to clean and cook at noon. I have already told her that you are at home and you can tell her what kind of food you want."
Lin Qingyu nodded and responded, "Okay, let's go."
Jiang Xing took his schoolbag back, rushed to the door and stopped suddenly, turned back, and threw himself on the bed. Lin Qingyu snorted when he added a schoolbag to him, and asked, "What are you doing?"
Jiang Xing leaned over and pressed a kiss on Lin Qingyu's forehead: "I want to kiss you before leaving."
Lin Qingyu was slightly startled.
"Grass, I'm really going to be late." Jiang Xing ran after kissing, "Go, Qingyu."
Lin Qingyu raised her hand and touched her forehead. Young Master Jiang... No, it's Classmate Jiang. It's still so introverted to talk about a first love again-in other words, it's still so persuasive.
The aunt Jiang Xing invited is a quick-working and seldom-talked middle-aged woman who can only cook and clean up by the way. Most of the time, Lin Qingyu was at home alone. He is not bored at all, just a modern medical book is enough for him to read it for a day.
Lin Qingyu was immersed in the book, and didn't play the game much. I don't know how long it took, and the sound of a key unlocking came from the living room. Lin Qingyu glanced at the time. It’s too early for Jiang to wake up from school, is the aunt here early
He came to the living room, before he could see the people clearly, he was hugged and knocked back two steps.
"Qingyu...!"
It's Jiang Xing.
Jiang Xing was wearing school uniform, panting slightly, apparently ran all the way home from school.
Lin Qingyu was held tightly by him, and said in confusion: "What's the matter with you?"
Jiang Xing whispered: "I have sent you so many messages and also called, why don't you return me?"
Lin Qingyu said, "Sorry, I didn't see it."
His mobile phone was placed in the living room and turned to silent. He hasn't developed the habit of carrying his mobile phone with him and taking a look at everything.
Jiang Xing murmured, "You really want to scare me to death."
"What's so scary about this." Lin Qingyu pushed Jiang Xing away, walked aside and picked up the phone, "When I see it, I will naturally return to you."
Jiang Xing sighed: "Qingyu, do your best, don't stop answering my call, don't stop replying to my message. I know it's not realistic to let you respond in seconds, but you can look at your phone for at least an hour—or two hours, okay? You haven’t heard from you, and I can’t go to class with peace of mind.”
Lin Qingyu flipped through the messages Jiang Xing had sent, and when Jiang Xing rushed to school, he sent a few messages from time to time:
[Qingyu, I'm in the classroom. As soon as I walked in, I was stopped by the second place in our class and asked me how many sets of papers I had written during the holiday. He said that in addition to the twenty sets arranged by the teacher, he made ten more sets. I feel like he wants to kill me. 】
[This "Li Sao" is a bit difficult to recite... Worry. 】
[Hello? Is anyone here? 】
[Qingyu? ? ? 】
[Save the child...]
Lin Qingyu said: "I haven't returned for an hour."
Jiang Xing suffocated: "Two hours is not long enough?"
Even if Lin Qingyu adapts well in modern society, he is an ancient person after all. Without Lin Qingyu's response, he will inevitably be thinking wildly. Worried about whether he was in trouble when he went out, worried about what difficulties he encountered at home, and even worried about whether he would just disappear like this.
Lin Qingyu said: "Even when Dayu, we don't let Komatsuko pass the letter all the time."
Jiang Xing shook his head: "It's different. You didn't belong to this world. You came here because of me. If you suddenly disappear, I would think..." Jiang Xing laughed self-deprecatingly, "I would think you were the only one. People went back to Dayu first. On the way back, I even wondered if I had to be hit by a car again before I could go back to find you. If it is really like that, then I can only..."
Lin Qingyu's face changed slightly, and the cold voice interrupted him: "Don't say such silly things."
Jiang Xingyou complained: "So, you can't scare me like this."
Lin Qingyu suddenly realized that Jiang Xing, like him, would be afraid of loss and separation. And this is only to restore the memory of the first life, Jiang Xing who has only experienced separation once. What kind of mood did Jiang Xing hold when he left for the second time. Even if he finally returned successfully, Jiang Xing would still comfort him rationally, persuade him, and give him enough sense of security in the face of him who was almost collapsed—Ming Ming Jiang Xing was one year younger than him.
Perhaps Jiang Xing's sequelae of gains and losses may not be lighter than him, but he never showed it.
Lin Qingyu awake to adjust the collar of the school uniform for Jiang, and said warmly: "Okay, I will try my best to reply to your message in time."
Just try
Jiang Xing was still not satisfied. He grabbed Lin Qingyu's shoulder, and said solemnly: "Qingyu, with us, it is illegal not to reply to her boyfriend's message within two hours."
Lin Qingyu was silent for a moment and asked, "Do I look like a good liar?"