Because of the sudden depression, Qiu Qiu was in a very bad state.
He finished writing the thesis in a low mood, checked it several times in a low mood, sent it to the tutor in a low mood, reviewed other courses to be tested in a low mood, helped other students solve their study problems in a low mood, and then went to the closet to get the paper in a low mood. After eating the snacks, he started to eat in a low mood.
When Fu Ruien finished his work and walked out of the study, Qiu Qiu was holding a palm-sized Wangwang rice cake in both hands, knocking like a little squirrel. The crisp clicking sound echoed in the living room, and Qiu Qiu kowtowed intently, taking another after eating one, the crumbs of rice cakes fell all over his body, and a lot of it was stained on his face.
Fu Ruien admired it for a while, thinking that his appearance would embarrass the boy eating snacks, but Qiu Qiu took his food too seriously and didn't notice Fu Ruien's arrival at all.
Fu Ruien cleared his throat, and asked with a smile, "What time is it, are you still eating snacks? Is it that delicious?"
Qiu Qiu, who was struggling to eat snacks, was brought back to his senses by him. The boy was really like a small animal that had been interrupted from eating, his fur tightened, and he seemed to be able to see the wave-like shaking.
Qiu Qiu sat on the ground with snacks in his arms, looking up at the source of his distress. The man in front of him had a handsome face, long legs and a good figure, rich and stylish, so few people wanted to be his godson.
Sometimes Qiu Qiu really hopes that Fu Ruien can be like his father, with shorter height, less hair, and thicker waistline... In this way, I won't be thinking about it, and I can be an ordinary father and son with him.
Qiu Qiu raised his hand high, handed over the half-bitten rice cake, and asked generously, "Will you take a bite?"
Fu Ruien doesn't like sweets, and he can't stand the sweet smell from the biscuits.
He shook his head, bent his long legs, knelt down halfway, pushed the snacks back to Qiu Qiu's mouth, and used a paper towel to help Hulu clean the crumbs on his face: "Okay, brush your teeth after eating, If you get fatter, you can't be a school girl, you can only be a bully."
Qiu Qiu subconsciously pinched his stomach, not sure if it was an illusion, but he seemed to really feel that there was three catties of fat on his belly. He stuffed the remaining rice cakes into his mouth in two or three bites, and hurriedly ran to brush his teeth.
Fu Ruien liked to see him like this, until Qiu Qiu's tail disappeared through the bathroom door, Fu Ruien got up and walked to the kitchen.
He originally wanted to drink a cup of nutritional supplements before going to bed, but he didn't expect that when he opened the closet, a pile of chocolate pie, oatmeal, and biscuits fell out...
Can't eat so much in hibernation
…
After Qiu Qiu washed up, he was refreshed and planned to go back to the tent to sleep, but the bedroom floor was empty. He looked around in a daze, only to realize that his godfather had moved his entire nest into the bed.
Fu Ruien's bed was big and luxurious, and the tent stood on it like a thatched house on the deck of a luxury cruise ship. Fu Ruien was leaning on the head of the bed, flipping through the e-reader, when he saw Tang Son come in, he didn't even raise his eyebrows.
Qiu Qiu is like a little hen that has been taken to its nest: "My tent!"
Fu Ruien said lightly: "What's your name, isn't it here?"
Qiu Qiu hugged the tent and wanted to move it to the ground, but he couldn't move it after a couple of tugs, only to find that his godfather had tied the four corners of the tent to the bedposts with camping ropes and tied a tight knot.
Fu Ruien: "There is no carpet on the ground, and I don't think you even have a moisture-proof mat in your tent, so you might catch a cold."
Qiu Qiu was furious: "How do you know I didn't have a moisture-proof mat?... Godfather, you actually entered my room without my consent?"
"... what kind of room is this, it's just a tent."
"That's my privacy too, okay?"
Fu Ruien didn't bother to argue with him: "Anyway, I'm doing it for your own good. I don't live on the top of the mountain, so don't worry about camping when you come to my house."
Qiu Qiu couldn't say no to him, and couldn't untie the tent buttons, so he could only climb onto the big ship aggrieved, and then slipped into his thatched hut before the captain caught him.
In fact, the tent is quite spacious, more than enough for one person to sleep in. Qiu Qiu turned on the small chandelier, and used the light of the chandelier to tidy up his one-acre land.
The tent is bright and the bedroom is dark. In Fu Ruien's eyes, his precious son is hidden in a gleaming eggshell. The light clearly outlines his beautiful figure, and his every move is very clear.
Qiu Qiu didn't know that his privacy had been seen by his godfather long ago, so he stretched his hands and feet in the spacious tent and did a set of stretching exercises. When he was a child, he saw his mother doing yoga before going to bed, and he clamored to do it together. Over time, he developed a habit, and now he feels uncomfortable all over if he doesn't do a split before going to bed.
So Fu Ruien enjoyed a wonderful performance before going to bed with great interest, and only then did he know that Tang Son's crotch can be opened and his waist can be bent...
Fu Ruien's eyes were burning. Fortunately, the tent was made of fireproof material, otherwise it would really burn.
When the hands and feet became hot, Qiu Qiu was finally willing to sleep honestly. He took off his home clothes one by one, and only wore a pair of underwear on his naked body. He twisted left and right, and finally got into the sleeping bag.
As for pajamas
... He sleeps naked in his own room, why should he put on his clothes
As a result, Fu Ruien got up as soon as he lay down.
After all, the two were in the same bed, and Fu Ruien was in a hurry, shaking the whole bed.
Qiu Qiu rolled to the edge of the tent, and a head that had not yet grown hair came out from under the zipper door of the tent, and asked filially, "Godfather, it's so late, where are you going?"
Fu Ruien walked out without looking back, and said: "Go to bed first, I have a big business to deal with temporarily."
Qiu Qiu looked at his godfather's back with distress, and thought: It's really hard to make money, don't look at the domineering president's scenery during the day, and get up and work overtime at night. But it's so strange, why don't I go to the study to deal with business, and go to the toilet instead.
…
Now the Internet spreads very fast. The fire in the fourth male dormitory building of A University has occupied the headlines of local newspapers for several days in a row. Reporters with cameras are also encountered in the school from time to time.
Enthusiastic Hua Xiang quickly called Qiu Qiu after seeing the news.
"Alumni, I heard that our alma mater was burned, are you okay?"
"It's okay. The college entrance examination will be in a few days. Are you nervous?"
Although Hua Xiang is only one year younger than Qiu Qiu, he is still a high school student. He is a student with a specialty in art, and failed the exam for two consecutive years. Later, he became cruel, thinking that if there is no way to go to school normally, he can become a star by directly participating in the draft, so he came to Kyushu in a hurry.
Hua Xiang said carelessly: "Practice makes perfect. This is the third time. Why are you nervous? Besides, the famous teachers from Huanggang my mother hired me all praised me, saying that I was very creative in the answers to the questions—is this a compliment?"
"... I guess so?"
"And my dad said, if I don't pass the exam again this time, and if the draft is useless, he will send me to study abroad." Hua Xiang lowered his voice, mysteriously, "I plan to ask my dad to find a relationship and set up a minority for me. Ethnic household registration, it is said that IELTS can add five points.”
"… "ah? Still have this kind of operation
The two are close in age, and although they don't have much contact, they are inexplicably close. Hua Xiang just loves to show off, other than that, he has no major problems. Most people can't stand his exaggeration, but Qiu Qiu's friends are all of this type, they are full of drama, and the climax can be reached in just three sentences.
After hanging up Hua Xiang's phone call, Qi Qiqi's little padded jacket also came over to greet him. But he didn't make a phone call, instead, he matched Qiu Qiu for a PVP round in the game. After beating Qiu Qiu's villain to the ground, Qi Qiqi finally felt relieved.
Qi Qiqi: "Great, you are still playing like this, and you haven't been crossed!"
"You are so young, you know what time travel is?"
"Of course I know. Every time I broadcast live to fight the king, fans say that I must have time-traveled."
Qiu Qiu is so envious that Qi Qiqi has his own live broadcast room at such a young age. Many people from the art department and science and engineering department of their school have a live broadcast room. They either solve math problems or draw pictures live. Even Daxiong will broadcast a live broadcast at the end of every term to pinch his clay figurines. Enough for Qiu Qiu to be a tutor for a month.
When Qiu Qiu owed the least amount of money, he also wanted to follow their example. But now it's not uncommon to be able to recite poems. He only earned a dozen yuan after his mouth was dry.
Because of the fire, the phone calls have been one after another in the past few days. Qiu Qiu received a call from the assistant director of the program group on the weekend night. As usual, the assistant director first asked about their school. Seeing that Qiu Qiu was fine, the assistant director reminded him to come to the rehearsal for the finals next week.
"Rehearsal?" Qiu Qiu hesitated. They will enter the exam week next week, and they will take the exam one by one. He is a top student, but not a god of learning. During the exam week, he needs to review quietly.
"Yes, the live broadcast of the semi-final was very hasty, and we found many problems. So this time the program group decided to rehearse first, and the personnel transfer, actor positioning, and live accompaniment need to be adjusted again."
"But I have an exam next week..."
"It won't take too long, just three hours, and it will take three hours for you and your friends to go out to watch a movie and have a meal."
Qiu Qiu shook his head on the phone, completely forgetting that the assistant director couldn't see it: "I want to review, but I really don't have time."
"..." the assistant director had a headache, "University bully, there are always some people and things in this world that are more important than studying! If you want to advance, you have to come to this rehearsal honestly. This time the regional finals The program group attaches great importance to it, let me tell you the truth, the sponsor’s father will come! You don’t want to lose face in front of investors, do you?”
"Huh...? Godfather will go to the finals?"
"Godfather?" the assistant director muttered, "It's fine to be called the gold master, and it's also right to be called the godfather. In short, there is no room for mistakes in this final. That kid Hua Xiang came to the rehearsal during the day for the college entrance examination and at night, so don't be special."
This time Qiu Qiu finally let go: "I will go to the rehearsal on time."
The assistant director beamed with joy and praised him for being on the right track.
In fact, Qiu Qiu wasn't doing it for the effect of the show. He hoped that during the competition, Fu Ruien could see his perfect side.