There were constant noises from outside the room. Zheng Pingqing finished drinking the water and got up to open the door, only to be shocked by the scene in front of him.
I saw that the sofa and coffee table and other furniture in the living room were moved to the wall, and the carpet was rolled up, leaving a very large floor. The hall that looked a little empty because it was too big fully demonstrated Zheng Pingqing's extraordinary family. .
However, at this time, none of Zheng Pingqing's classmates were in the mood to pay attention to his family background. Everyone was standing in a row, staring nervously at the end of the living room, and shouting excitedly like "Come on!" "Can't" Lose." "The face of the eighth class depends on you." Such words.
Zheng Pingqing followed everyone's gaze and saw at the end, Lou Xingguang and Jiang Tingjun were lying on the ground, their buttocks pouted, in a posture similar to starting, and their hands were on the ground, In his hand he was clutching something like a rag that had been folded several times.
Zheng Pingqing didn't know why, so he turned his head to search for Lin Qian, and saw that he was sitting peacefully on the sofa that was moved to the wall, Shi Shiran was drinking water, and his whole body was full of aura, and he was with those excited high school boys. In sharp contrast.
Zheng Pingqing asked, "What are you doing?"
It was only then that everyone found out that he had come out. Dong Mingen waved to him happily: "Boss, we are cleaning during the game. Come and cheer with us."
Zheng Pingqing: "...?"
Lin Qian also patted the vacant seat beside him, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Come over and watch a play together."
Zheng Pingqing walked over and sat down next to Lin Qian. He was still speechless and asked, "What's the situation?"
Lin Qian spread his hands: "I asked them to clean the house before leaving, and then they started a competition. Before you came out, they had already had a competition of cleaning windows, making beds, cleaning tables and cabinets, and now it's time for the floor cleaning competition. …”
Zheng Pingqing: "..." He glanced around, and sure enough, the windows of the house were bright and clean, even cleaner than after the cleaning aunt came.
"Oh, that's right." Lin Qian added, "The current score is 2:1, and the key class is ahead."
Zheng Pingqing was surprised: "Is there an advantage in studying and doing housework well?" Just like Lin Qian, a natural scholar, he has more ways to fall in love than others.
But after asking Zheng Pingqing, he was silent for a while... Damn, why the focus was misplaced, shouldn't he be asking why these people are so mentally retarded
Lin Qian said, "It's not that you're good at reading and doing housework. It's because your friend is too destructive. Dong Mingen broke two vases while wiping the table." He raised his chin and indicated the direction of the trash can. , there is a bag of glass shards lying there.
Zheng Pingqing felt fortunate for the rest of his life: "...Fortunately, there are no antiques in this house."
The two chatted casually, not noticing that Gou Xindou, who had been restless since Zheng Pingqing appeared, was looking at them out of the corner of his eyes.
Gou Xindou watched Zheng Pingqing sit next to Lin Qian, and the two of them talked head to head as if no one else was around. Then Zheng Pingqing very naturally and smoothly... picked up the water glass that Lin Qian put aside and took a sip.
Gou Xindou: ! ! ! !
Lin Qian was still drinking this cup just now! He saw it with his own eyes!
For the first time in his life, classmate Gou Xindou hated himself so much why he had to know so much.
With Xu Yao's order over there, the game officially started.
I saw Lou Xingguang start like an old horse, kicking his back feet wildly, pressing his hands on the rag and pushing forward like a ship with a turbine, as if he could still see a turbulent water mark behind him...
He also gave himself the sound of the engine: "hummm-hummm-"
Jiang Tingjun's aura didn't seem as surging as Lou Xingguang's, but he also kicked his legs vigorously, and at the same time he was chanting words and proceeding in an orderly manner.
The little friends standing in a row leaned forward and shouted excitedly: "Xingguang, hurry up, you are the best—"
"Come on Jiang Tingjun, come on Jiang Tingjun—"
With the sound of cheering, the two people on the field quickly reached the finish line. They flicked their tails almost at the same time, turned a corner quickly, and wiped them to the side.
In this way, the two went back and forth, running a few laps, until they wiped the floor they had allocated.
"I'm done!" Jiang Tingjun took the lead in raising his rag and stood up.
"I've also finished wiping." Lou Xingguang stood up immediately.
"It's useless." Xu Yao said proudly, "Jiang Tingjun is faster than you."
Dong Mingen also said: "Not necessarily, this game is cleaner than fast, I apply for the referee to be listed."
Zheng Pingqing watched them arguing seriously about who wiped the floor well. He was speechless for a moment. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he asked Lin Qian, "Is there a referee in this bad game?"
"Yes." Lin Qian glanced at Zheng Ping lightly, stood up calmly, and said, "Get out of the way, let this referee see who can clean it better."
Zheng Pingqing: "..."
Lin Qian walked back and forth on the floors on both sides, and after carefully looking at every corner, he finally found a piece of unwiped dust in the field that Jiang Tingjun was in charge of, so Lin Qian said solemnly, "I announce that the floor-wiping competition will take place. The final winner is Lou Xingguang from the 'Seven Melons on One Vine' team."
Lou Xingguang, Xu Yao, and Zhou Daota cheered: "You win, you win."
Jiang Tingjun expressed his dissatisfaction: "Impossible. I used the formula to accurately calculate the route of wiping the floor, and also simulated the friction between the rag and the floor. Every step I made is the best choice."
Lou Xingguang: "...?"
Dong Mingen couldn't help himself: "How many are you talking about?"
Lin Qian patted Jiang Tingjun on the shoulder: "Your theory is very strong, but your practical ability is still weak."
Referee Lin announced the final result of the game: "All competitions are over, and the seven melon teams and the pangolins are tied 2:2."
"Ah, it's just a little bit." Jiang Tingjun grumbled, and said very motivated, "Next time I have to take the practice error into account."
Dong Mingen also expressed dissatisfaction: "I still think our seven melons are slightly better."
Zheng Pingqing finally couldn't help but ask, "...Why seven melon teams?"
Dong Mingen said, "Lin Qian suggested that he originally asked us to call seven flowers on a vine, but the call for flowers is too motherly, so we decided to change it to seven melons."
Zheng Pingqing: ... God tm gourd baby.
Also, when did Lin Qian break into Dong Mingen and the others, and he actually allowed Dong Mingen and the others to accept his proposal.
Zheng Ping lightly supported his forehead, got up and said, "Okay, bring me the table and chairs back to their original positions."
Fu Yifei was still a little unfinished: "The outcome hasn't been decided yet..."
Xu Yao wrinkled her nose: "But the athletes from both sides have already played."
"No, there are still people who didn't show up." Standing on the side, Pan Qibo suddenly pushed up his glasses and looked at... Lin Qian and Zheng Pingqing with sharp eyes.
Xu Yao clapped her hands and said, "Yes, there are also Aqian and Zheng Diligent who can compare."
Zheng Pingqing: "...???" For a while, he didn't know whether to refuse the game first or to ask what "Zheng hardworking" meant
Lin Qian refused without hesitation: "The referee will not join."
Of course, Zheng Pingqing knew that he was just disgusting the game was too stupid.
After Lin Qian finished speaking, he began to instruct everyone: "Hurry up and move everything back to their original places."
Seeing that Lin Qian and Zheng Pingqing were unwilling to cooperate, everyone had a look of regret on their faces, but they didn't dare to force it, so they each moved the furniture angrily.
At this time, if someone pays attention, they will find that the seemingly indistinct grievances and barriers between the two groups have disappeared. In the past, although they made up lessons together every day, they were almost all other than that. There is no communication, but the occasions where they appear together are always distinct, and even people who do not know each other can tell who is with whom at a glance.
But now they are no longer in a group as before. There is heavy furniture that needs to be moved together by many people. They call whoever is near, rather than deliberately calling people in their small group, such as the sofa. Xu Yao and Zhou Daota cooperated to push them back to their original place.
Everyone finally changed the house back to its original state, and finally we can sit down and chat together.
Dong Mingen couldn't help but sigh: "Boss, your family is really big."
Zheng Pingqing didn't hide it deliberately, but he didn't bother to go into details, he just said, "Well, my father is very rich."
Dong Mingen's mind suddenly became alive: "Then does he still need a son?"
Zheng Ping gave him a light glance: "If you want a son, you should also choose someone with good grades and a high IQ."
The eyes of Xu Yao, Jiang Tingjun and the others suddenly lit up.
Zheng Pingqing: "...even better."
Xu Yao spat, and said angrily, "You just said that if you want Aqian to be like that, you're going to get it, and you even sold off to catch us."
Lin Qian laughed and looked at the time. Before he knew it, it was already afternoon. He said, "Let's have dinner here tonight, I'll order takeout."
His master's posture was so skillful and natural that no one noticed anything wrong for a while, so they all nodded, "Okay, okay."
Lin Qian then skillfully pulled out a take-out order from the drawer of the coffee table, dialed the phone number on it, and ordered a dozen dishes and enough main food in one go. At the end, he reported the address of Zheng Pingqing's house and nodded. Said: "Yes, yes, No. 73, okay, just ring the doorbell when it's time."
His series of movements were made completely without hesitation and were extremely smooth. When he hung up the phone, he found that the whole living room fell into a strange silence.
Zheng Pingqing put the takeaway order back in the drawer of the coffee table and asked inexplicably, "Why don't you guys talk anymore?"
Xu Yao stared straight at him, and after a while she finally asked subtly, "Aqian, why are you so familiar with Zheng Jiuku's family? Did you even memorize the address?"
Lin Qian looked around for a week, only to realize that everyone was staring at him, with the same questions in their eyes... Except for classmate Gou Xindou.
Gou Xindou was playing with the teacup with his head down, and muttered to himself, "What kind of tea is this? It's delicious."
Lin Qian took Zheng Pingqing's shoulder and raised his eyebrows generously at everyone, "What do you think?"
Everyone looked at each other, and Lou Xingguang suddenly clapped his palms: "I see, do you often come to the old folks at night to make up lessons for him?"
Lin Qian: "..."
Everyone else suddenly said: "Zheng Pingqing is really hardworking!" "As expected of Zheng hardworking!" "Working hard, I admire it!" "It's really easy to get hungry when making up classes at night."…
Gou Xindou continued drinking tea, nodding with the flow: "Well, it's easy to get hungry."
Xu Yao pouted and wept in her heart: I really am no longer Ah Qian's best friend.
Zheng Pingqing: "..."
After the takeaway arrived, Zheng Pingqing took out the bowls and cups at home and let everyone share the rice and drinks. After eating, he threw away the takeaway lunch box and garbage, leaving a pile of bowls and cups to be washed.
Everyone looked at the stacked cups and bowls together, and the idea of escaping occurred in their hearts.
"I have an idea." Xu Yao looked at the pile of dirty bowls and cups, and burped, "Let Aqian and Dili play an overtime game, wash the dishes, and decide the final outcome for our two teams. ."
Others' eyes lit up and nodded in agreement: "Good idea." "Agree." "Add one."
Best of all, that way, they don't have to do the dishes.
"Okay." Lin Qian lay on his back on the sofa, "Then I declare that the seven melon teams have won the final victory."
"Why?" Xu Yao disagreed, "I haven't compared it yet, this is a black whistle."
Lin Qian rubbed his toes against Zheng Pingqing: "I'm sure I'm not as fast as him in washing dishes."
"Yes, he washes the dishes faster than me." Zheng Pingqing kicked Lin Qian back with his toes, stood up consciously, put away the dishes and took them to the kitchen, and said, "I'll wash it."
The others were stunned for a while, watching the once-powerful Big Brother Zheng skillfully put the tableware and chopsticks into the kitchen, and then there was the sound of "rushing" water.
Lou Xingguang sighed: "The boss's competitive spirit is as strong as ever!"
Zhou Daota nodded: "I don't fall behind when washing dishes."
Gou Xindou: "..." Gou Xindou didn't eat much at all just now, but at this moment, he felt inexplicably being held up.
After a while, Lin Qian also got up and said, "I'll take a look."
Lin Qian entered the kitchen and saw Zheng Pingqing washing the dishes neatly. He wrapped his arms around Zheng Pingqing's waist from behind: "Actually, I wash the dishes quite fast."
Zheng Ping snorted lightly, "Then I won't let you wash it."
After they were together, the housework was basically shared equally, but Lin Qian didn't like to wash the dishes, so Zheng Pingqian took over the job.
Lin Qian rubbed against him: "Okay."
"The takeout just now is so dry, is there any fruit to eat?" Xu Yao suddenly broke into the kitchen while talking.
Then he witnessed Lin Qian holding Zheng Pingqing from behind.
Lin Qian and Zheng Pingqing: "..."
Xu Yao: "..."
Lin Qian calmly let go of Zheng Pingqing, and winked at Xu Yao: "As you can see."
Xu Yao: "..."
Xu Yao felt that she had been silent for about a century, and finally found her voice in the chaos.
"You... so, then, am I still your best friend?"
Lin Qian and Zheng Pingqing: "..."
The author has something to say: Xu Yao: Rub hands, I am still Ah Chen's best friend! ! ! ! !