On the way back from camping, everyone was a little lazy, but the itinerary arranged by the winter camp did not let everyone idle. The bus took everyone directly to a nearby farm to pick strawberries.
Chi Le was walking in the strawberry field carrying a bamboo basket. He rolled up the legs of his jeans. There were a few dried strawberry leaves on the sleeves of his sweatshirt. He bent down expressionlessly and picked a strawberry and threw it into the bamboo basket. His voice was extremely helpless, "Hey, how can there be strawberries in winter?"
Because he was camping on the top of the mountain yesterday, he didn't have the chance to practice basketball. As the agreed game time was approaching, he had planned to go to the nearby basketball court with Sheng Zhuo to practice after returning to the dormitory, but he was brought here to pick strawberries. He was almost questioning his life.
Jian Cheng laughed at him, "When you were eating strawberries in winter, why didn't you ask why there were strawberries in winter?"
Chi Le didn't want to listen, so he stuffed a strawberry into his mouth, trying to block it. He turned around and saw Sheng Zhuo staring at him with an inexplicably cold look.
Chi Le blinked, followed Sheng Zhuo's gaze and looked at his own hand. After hesitating for a moment, he tentatively picked up a washed strawberry and stuffed it into Sheng Zhuo's mouth.
Sheng Zhuo ate the strawberries and his expression eased a little, but his face was still a little cold.
Chi Le pursed his lips, washed another big red strawberry and fed it to him. This time, Sheng Zhuo not only looked better, but also took the initiative to pick a few strawberries and put them in his bamboo basket.
Chi Le muttered "childish" silently in his heart. He finally realized that Sheng Zhuo just had to have one more heart than Jian Cheng!
Chi Le was a little worried. What should he do? His future daughter-in-law seemed to be a jealous person.
It was already evening when they finished picking strawberries. Everyone was covered in dust. The first thing Chi Le did when he got home was to take a shower. After taking a shower, he sighed comfortably, then sat on a chair and ate a bowl of strawberries he had picked himself.
It was Sheng Zhuo's turn to take a bath. Chi Le inexplicably remembered the scene of seeing him getting up from the hot spring yesterday. His cheeks suddenly became hot and he quickly lowered his head to cover it.
Chi Le didn't dare to have any more wild thoughts. In order to avoid staring at Sheng Zhuo's abdominal muscles again, he resolutely took out his book, put the strawberries aside, and lay on the table to seriously write his winter vacation homework.
Sheng Zhuo looked at him with a smile and went into the bathroom with some clean clothes.
When Sheng Zhuo came out, Chi Le had already put down his book and was leaning against the table in a daze.
Sheng Zhuo wiped his hair and walked to the table. He lowered his head and glanced casually. He found that Chi Le had only written a few words. The words were written more and more sloppily as time went by. From the strokes, one could tell that the writer was becoming increasingly irritated.
Sheng Zhuo frowned slightly, and a hint of doubt flashed through his mind.
If this happened only once, he wouldn't find it strange, but Chi Le has been like this basically all the time during the winter camp. Whenever he sits alone at the table, he will give up after only five minutes of reading. So far, Chi Le has made no progress on his winter vacation homework, which Sheng Zhuo can't help but think about.
He used to always hear people say that Chi Le didn't like to do homework, and the teacher didn't seem to collect Chi Le's homework. He didn't think much about it at that time, but now when he thinks about it, he feels that everything is strange. The teacher would not collect Chi Le's homework for no reason, unless Chi Le had a reasonable reason not to hand in the homework.