Chapter 97 Meng Ci, Teach Me After You Learn

Chapter 97 Meng Ci, Teach Me After You Learn

"An ordinary novel?"

"Since it's an ordinary novel, why don't you take it out and let's all read it together?"

"After all, I'm quite curious how an ordinary novel could make your face so red." Shen Que persisted in asking.

Meng Ci glanced at the fire in the stove and tossed the pot onto it.

"It has nothing to do with the novel; it's just that the stove is too hot!"

"Is that so?" Shen Que asked.

"Yes, yes," Meng Ci assured him, apologizing to the stove in his heart.

"Why don't you take off a couple of layers so you don't get overheated and catch a cold?" Shen Que suddenly suggested.

"No need for you to bother; I can do it myself." Saying this, Meng Ci took off a sweater.

Putting the sweater aside, Meng Ci casually glanced at Shen Que's face.

Seeing that Shen Que showed no signs of anything strange, he finally relaxed.

From such a distance, perhaps Shen Que didn't see anything.

"The firewood in the stove went out, aren't you feeling cooler now?" Shen Que suddenly moved closer to Meng Ci.

Meng Ci gave an awkward smile. "Yeah, the temperature is just right now."

"But that's not how it's written in the novel."

Hearing this, Meng Ci looked at Shen Que in surprise, noticing his bloodshot eyes.

Oh no, Shen Que saw everything!

"How about adding more wood to the stove?" Shen Que suggested.

Meng Ci's mind went blank upon hearing this.

Then, while Meng Ci's mind was still blank, he stared at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, wondering why there seemed to be more and more of them.

Bang!

The crystal fell, and Shen Que stood up.

"How was it?"

"Compared to what you read in the novel."

Seeing Meng Ci come back to his senses, Shen Que slightly narrowed his eyes, a faint curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.

The hot breath he exhaled was scorching and intense, as if it could burn the skin.

Meng Ci secretly marveled inwardly, is this still the Shen Que he knows?

Usually, at most, when Meng Ci annoyed him, Shen Que would pounce on the sofa and mess around for a bit.

If Shen Que knew what Meng Ci was thinking right now, he would undoubtedly make Meng Ci experience everything he had endured before.

Every time Meng Ci used sparring as an excuse to take advantage of him, Shen Que had already had these thoughts.

But every time, Meng Ci would run away after teasing him, leaving Shen Que alone to brood.

So, he could only helplessly open the window, letting the cold air blow on his face, trying to calm his agitation.

However, after discovering the novel Meng Ci was reading by chance, Shen Que could no longer suppress his inner impulses.

This discovery made the flame in his heart burn even brighter, and it also strengthened his resolve to be with Meng Ci.

Meng Ci dared not look at Shen Que.

Shen Que stood up and said calmly, "I'll go check if the laundry is done and then start cooking."

With that, he turned and left the room.

Meng Ci watched Shen Que's back, secretly relieved.

When this guy put on clothes, he exuded a strong aura of abstinence, making it impossible to imagine what had just happened.

"Can I read the novel you were reading after you finish it?" Shen Que suddenly turned back and asked.

Meng Ci nodded instinctively in agreement but then shook his head vigorously.

He widened his eyes and said anxiously, "No! Absolutely not!"

Shen Que asked in confusion, "Why?"

Meng Ci explained nervously, "I... I'll delete it later!"

Shen Que frowned, showing his incomprehension. He wondered: What kind of content does this book have? Why is Meng Ci so nervous and afraid?

Meng Ci gripped his phone tightly and shook his head frantically.

He silently prayed that Shen Que wouldn't continue to question him, because if Shen Que discovered the truth about the novel, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Shen Que saw how determined Meng Ci was and did not insist further. He sighed, turned around, and left the room.

Meng Ci let out a sigh of relief and quickly opened his phone, ready to delete that novel.

"No, you can't look."

"If you insist on looking, then we'll go down together."

With that, Meng Ci got up from the sofa, turned on the stove, and pretended to throw his phone into it.

"Let's both go down with the phone in the stove." Meng Ci widened his eyes to show his determination.

Seeing that Meng Ci really didn't want him to see it, Shen Que could only concede.

"Alright, you read it carefully, and after you're done, you can teach me."

Meng Ci stayed where he was even five minutes after Shen Que had left.

What does Shen Que mean by this?

What does "teach me" mean?

Is Shen Que really treating this as instructional material?

He picked up his phone and reviewed the parts he had seen before.

Sure enough, it was just as he thought! This wasn't ordinary text; the instructions were quite detailed.

Meng Ci suddenly understood why Shen Que's technique had been so proficient earlier. Everything had its reason.

As he mused, he continued scrolling through the content on his phone.

Suddenly, his gaze stopped at a certain point, and his finger gently swiped across the screen, his eyes becoming focused.

Since Shen Que wanted him to study properly, he would do just that.

Thus, Meng Ci no longer hesitated and began to immerse himself openly in this colorful novel.

However, he soon realized that the author was incredibly prolific—the book had over a thousand chapters! To complete this "arduous" learning task,

Meng Ci had to work day and night, reading during the day and continuing into the night.

Finally, after three days and nights of intense reading, at around two o'clock on the fourth morning, Meng Ci breathed a long sigh, feeling deeply tired yet satisfied, having finished all the chapters.

The next day, Meng Ci slept until past one in the afternoon.

His mind was still hazy, almost as if he had been transported into the novel.

The face of the other man was entirely Shen Que's.

After getting up, he found food on the stove.

Meng Ci thought for a moment, put an scallion pancake into the space, and replaced it with a jianbing guozi, which he ate heartily.

Too many scallion pancakes; the jianbing guozi tasted better.

Just as he finished eating, he saw Shen Que walk in wearing a coat.

"Are you going out to find firewood? I'll come too!"

"Wait for me to change clothes."

Saying this, Meng Ci headed towards the bedroom.

But Shen Que shook his head: "Not for firewood."

Meng Ci grabbed the doorknob, puzzled.

"We're going out to find something to test your learning progress."

Meng Ci unconsciously pressed down on the door handle, nearly falling into the room.

This, this...

Thinking about what he had learned over the past few days, Meng Ci felt his legs go weak.

"Are you still coming?" Shen Que asked.

Meng Ci nodded.

"Yes."

Having been cooped up in the house for several days, Meng Ci certainly wanted to get some fresh air.