Song Xuan's expression was calm, as if he was saying "I am a person" and other established facts.

There was even a hint of pride in his tone.

Wen Qing was panicked by what he said, dogs or something, it was too shameful.

And in front of Fu Ranxiu and Jiang Yan.

Fu Ranxiu was calm, and he didn't even lift his eyelids, so he wasn't surprised at all.

As for Jiang Yan, he raised the corner of his mouth, his expression was complicated, and he was speechless in the coldness: "I'm not too young, and it's quite perverted to play."

Song Xuan chuckled: "You are older, you play more fancy, and you wear fancy clothes."

The two were arguing and began to move again.

Wen Qing was silent for a moment, lowered her head and wiped her hands, put the towel back in place, and walked out of the bathroom.

As soon as he left, Fu Ranxiu followed.

Soon after, Song Xuan and Jiang Yan also stopped.

The two looked at each other and stared at Fu Ranxiu.

Wen Qing noticed the strange atmosphere between the three of them, but he didn't want to talk about it, and he didn't know how to solve it.

He glanced at the phone's battery, 50%.

Wen Qing picked up the phone, went back to the original position, clicked on WeChat, and asked Eou straight to the point: [Why is this time different? 】

Io responded in seconds.

Io: [China does not support idlers. 】

Wen Qing: [...? ? ? 】

Io: [I'm still trying to write the planning homework. 】

The implication is that he is doing his homework, why are the other fragments idle?

Wen Qing was silent for a moment, then glanced at the thick stack of homework on the table.

I thought to myself, although he asked Fu Ranxiu and Song Xuan to do their homework, it doesn't really matter if they don't obey, right?

Probably knowing what he was thinking, Io sent a new message.

Io: [If you ask them to write, they will obey. 】

Wen Qing: [? 】

Wen Qing: [Why? 】

Io: [No reason, just be obedient. 】

Io: [Listen to you. 】

Wen Qing stared blankly at the two messages, and after a while, poked the keyboard.

Wen Qing: [Then are you obedient? 】

Io: [Be obedient. 】

Io: [I listen to my wife. 】

Wen Qing: […]

Wen Qing suppressed the heat on his face, put down the phone, and put it on the table.

When looked up, saw that Song Xuan and Fu Ranxiu had already started their homework.

Jiang Yan placed a small chopping board opposite him and began to cut the fruit into a fruit platter.

The living room is very quiet, and you can faintly hear the wind outside the building.

Wen Qing suddenly had the illusion that they were a family.

Noisy and fight, but still sit at a table with each other.

Wen Qing was stunned.

After Jiang Yan cut the fruit, he pushed the fruit plate in front of Wen Qing: "Eat it."

Wen Qing lowered her head, ate the fruit slowly, and flipped through Fu Ranxiu's English homework.

Fu Ranxiu got it right.

Fu Ranxiu even marked the reasoning in the questions and reading comprehension for the questions he could not do.

As if it was deliberately given to him.

Wen Qing was stunned for a while, her sleepiness gradually rose, she unknowingly lay on the table and fell asleep.

Seeing him falling asleep in a daze, the other three people on the table kept breathing and moving in unison.

Jiang Yan quietly looked at Wen Qing's profile. This was the only time when he was calm with Wen Qing without a mission or threat from others.

Very ordinary everyday, once extravagant hope.

He enjoys this routine very much, and if the high school students on the left and right are not there, he enjoys it 100%.

Thinking, he glanced at Song Xuan on the right.

Song Xuan was not doing his homework the moment Wen Qing closed his eyes.

He half-closed his eyes, turned his pen casually, and suddenly remembered that his wish in elementary school was that someone could accompany him on his homework.

Song Xuan snorted lightly.

After Fu Ranxiu finished writing a paper, he put down his pen, glanced at his watch, and said in a low voice, "It's evening."

Jiang Yan didn't say a word, just lightly walked towards the kitchen.

…………

When Wen Qing woke up, she smelled the aroma of the food.

He looked up sleepily and saw a table of food.

The next second, someone rubbed his head.

Jiang Yan's voice sounded behind him: "After washing your hands, you can eat."

Wen slowed down for a while, then stood up slowly and went to wash his hands.

Song Xuan walked out of the kitchen with the dishes, and after seeing Jiang Yan's actions, he scolded him, "Just talk, don't move."

Jiang Yan: "My hands are itchy."

Song Xuan: "I fucking see you as itchy."

Fu Ranxiu did not participate in their bickering, looked at Wen Qing, and shouted, "Teacher."

The next second, Jiang Yan and Song Xuan said in unison, "Fu Ranxiu, come here!"

"Go to the kitchen for dinner!"

The quiet living room became lively again.

Wen Qing paused in her footsteps, and the corners of her lips rose involuntarily.

After washing your hands, go back to your original position.

The food on the table is clearly divided into three areas, in the shape of a triangle.

They are all home-cooked dishes with similar appearance. Just looking at the dishes, you can't tell the difference between the chefs with the naked eye, only according to the area where the dishes are placed.

Obviously Song Xuan, Jiang Yan and Fu Ranxiu all cooked.

As soon as Wen Qing sat down, there was an extra bowl of rice in front of her.

Fu Ranxiu said lightly, "I cooked the rice."

Song Xuan: "I still wash the dishes."

Jiang Yan: "I cut it all, and I have good knife skills."

Wen Qing blinked and picked up the chopsticks.

Jiang Yan continued: "Other kung fu is not bad either."

Wen Qing: "..."

He was about to pick up vegetables, but in the next second, three pairs of chopsticks fell on his bowl, forming a pile of small dishes.

Wen Qing lowered her head and ate seriously.

He was used to eating vegetables first and then meat. After two mouthfuls of vegetables, he heard Song Xuan say, "Why do you keep eating grass?"

"Eat more meat." After that, Song Xuan gave him another piece of meat.

As soon as Song Xuan moved, the other two also began to move.

In the blink of an eye, there were more dishes in Wen Qing's bowl than rice.

Wen said slowly, "Eat yourselves."

Song Xuan slammed his fingertips and looked at him with burning eyebrows: "Is it okay to eat anything?"

Wen Qing: "...you eat by yourself!"

After dinner, clean up the dishes, night falls.

I don't know who turned on the TV, and the host of the news network broadcasted domestic and foreign news in a serious manner.

Several people watched quietly, without quarreling and bickering, as if a family watched TV together after dinner.

After some time, the news broadcast ended.

Song Xuan regained his senses and immediately looked away.

He tilted his head to look at Wen Qing, and said casually, "Teacher, you are full of warmth and lust."

Wen Qing: "...then you can go do your English homework."

Song Xuan: "..."

Jiang Yan nodded in agreement, raised his arms and put his arms around Wen Qing's shoulders: "You still have to rely on adults for things that are full and warm."

Wen Qing was silent for a moment, then got up and walked to the dining table beside her.

It was too close to them on the sofa.

Song Xuan glanced at Jiang Yan and sneered, "You can be self-reliant."

After he finished speaking, he walked to the dining table beside him and started to do the questions again.

The four returned to their original seats.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Wen Qing felt that Jiang Yan's eyes were getting more and more fiery, without emotion/lust, he just looked at him simply.

Wen Qing was a little uncomfortable, looking at the paper for a while, and touching the phone for a while.

Seeing this, Jiang Yan raised his hand to his chin and chuckled, "There is only one last hour left."

"Let me take a good look at Mengmeng."

He sighed softly.

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled.

last hour.

If they were part of Io...

"In an hour, you—"

Knowing what he wanted to ask, Jiang Yan interrupted: "Of course we are going where we should go."

Wen Qing pursed her lips and asked, "What is the place to go?"

"Return to the original world?"

Jiang Yan smiled without explaining.

Wen frowned slightly, picked up the phone, and was about to ask Io.

Just after typing a word, Fu Ranxiu lifted his eyelids and said, "Teacher."

"During work, don't touch the fish."

Song Xuan picked up the paper and walked to Wen Qing's side: "This is the first time I agree with Fu Ranxiu's words."

He took out the mobile phone in Wen Qing's hand and said casually, "Mr. Wen, you can't touch the fish."

The voice fell, and Wen Qing had a big hand in her palm.

Song Xuan put his hand in his.

"But you can touch the dog."

Wen Qing: "..."

Jiang Yan: "..."

Fu Ranxiu: "..."

Wen Qing shrank his hand, put it on his lap, and said dryly to Song Xuan, "I don't want to touch it for now."

Song Xuan shrugged indifferently, he pulled the empty chair next to Wen Qing and sat down, bringing the two closer together.

With Fu Ranxiu and Jiang Yan's eyes on them, he casually said, "When I was young, my parents were busy with the company and work, and were rarely at home."

"No one ever accompanies me to do my homework, eat, or watch TV."

Jiang Yan: "Not independent."

"..."

Song Xuan ignored him and continued to say to Wen Qing, "I'm not the same."

"The neighbor's dog is taken out for a walk every day. Even if it is windy and rainy, he will wear a raincoat to go out."

Song Xuan said lightly: "That's why I always feel that I'm not as good as a dog."

Jiang Yan nodded: "When you grow up, you become it."

Song Xuan: "..."

Wen Qing slowly raised her eyes and looked into Song Xuan's eyes.

Song Xuan didn't look directly at him, but looked away.

It seems a little embarrassed.

He is telling the truth.

Wen Qing flexed his fingers and patted the back of Song Xuan's hand lightly as a gesture of comfort.

He knew his own problem of eating soft and not hard, but he couldn't change it.

He didn't rush Song Xuan back to his original position, and let him sit beside him.

From Jiang Yan's point of view, Wen Qing's comforting little gestures could not be seen, but Fu Ranxiu could see clearly.

He lowered his eyelashes, got up slowly, walked to Wen Qing's side, and pointed to a question: "I don't know this question."

Even a scholar can't, and Wen Qing feels even less so.

He lowered his head and glanced at the paper, which was filled in the blanks with ancient poems from the Chinese test paper.

[I only hope that your heart is like mine, _____. 】

Fu Ranxiu asked in a low voice, "Does the teacher know the next sentence?"

"If you don't know, you can use your phone to check it out for me."

Wen Qing really knew the next sentence, so she said to him directly, "It will definitely live up to the love."

"Well," Fu Ranxiu responded, looked down at him, and said slowly, "I only hope that your heart is like mine, and I will live up to my love."

He softened his tone, more like he was using this love poem as a confession rather than reciting the title.

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then realized that he had been tricked.

Fu Ranxiu deliberately asked him to read this love poem.

Wen Qing was silent for a moment and said to him, "write your homework."

Fu Ranxiu responded, but instead of returning to the left side, he also sat opposite Wen Qing.

Wen Qing did not chase Song Xuan, and of course not Fu Ranxiu.

He lowered his eyes and was asked questions by Song Xuan and Fu Ranxiu at one time.

"What is this question?"

"I have no idea about this big question."

"The teacher seems to know love poems very well, what about the next sentence?"

............

Jiang Yan looked at them without disturbing them.

He leaned back in his chair and snorted softly.

The Lord God is really a chicken thief.

They did not come alone, but together.

The three of them restrained each other, and they couldn't do anything even if they wanted to.

Wen Qing is soft-hearted.

"I'm going to eat and smoke a cigarette." Jiang Yan rubbed his fingertips, got up and walked to the balcony.

He leaned against the wall, took out the cigarettes and lighters he carried with him, looked at Wen Qing through the glass window, raised his head and slowly exhaled the smoke ring.

The balcony door was closed, but the faint smell of smoke could still be smelled.

Wen Qing glanced at his watch and then looked at Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan had smoked a few cigarettes, his body was filled with smoke, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

But Wen Qing felt his gaze,

He was still looking at himself.

Wen Qing pursed her lips, got up and walked to the balcony.

Pushing the door open, Wen Qing couldn't help coughing twice.

He stepped forward to open the window and said to Jiang Yan, "Smoke less."

Jiang Yan spit out the smoke ring and extinguished the smoke: "I won't smoke in the future."

Wen Qing replied, and the moment he turned around, something soft brushed against his lips.

Jiang Yan quickly pecked his mouth.

Wen Qing was stunned for a while, a faint smell of smoke lingering on the tip of his nose.

Jiang Yan asked softly, "Do you hate it?"

Wen Qing shook his head and said the truth: "I don't hate it."

Jiang Yan looked at his expression and said softly, "I know."

"I don't hate it, I don't like it."

"Meng Meng," he paused and said to Wen Qing, "I won't smoke in the future."

Wen Qing was a little puzzled why Jiang Yan was so obedient all of a sudden.

Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows and continued to say the second half of the sentence: "You will like me too."

Back in the living room, the clock in the living room is ticking.

The voice that was previously inaudible was exceptionally clear at this moment.

It's the last minute.

Wen Qing opened his mouth and was about to speak when suddenly, a pair of hands covered his eyes.

"goodbye."

Wen Qing replied in a low voice, "Goodbye."

His cheek was pinched, his lower lip bitten.

The touch is fleeting.

When he opened his eyes, the house was empty.

The living room was the same as before, the homework was placed on the table, and the air was filled with a faint smell of tobacco, as if they had not left.

The phone vibrated and a message popped up.

Wen Qing lowered her eyes, it was news from Xuan Xuan's mother.

Xuan Xuan's mother: [Xiao Wen, it's very late, have they finished their homework? 】

Wen Qing: [It's all finished, they are very good. 】

Xuanxuan's mother: [That's good, you also hurry back to rest. 】

Wen Qing: [Okay. 】

Xuanxuan's mother: [I will call you Alipay directly for the money, and I will call you next time when I need it.】

Wen Qing: [Yeah.】

At 12:30 in the evening, it was time for the access control of the dormitory area of Nancheng University.

Wen Qing couldn't go back to the bedroom, so she had to go back to the 18th floor.

Opening the door, the huge house was empty, and there was no sound.

Only him.

When Wen Qing was alone before, she didn't feel anything, but these days she has been with and separated from them frequently.

When was alone again, always felt empty in heart, as if something was missing.

Wen Qing changed his shoes and entered the room, sat on the sofa and turned on the TV.

After watching for two seconds, couldn't help but pick up the phone and send a message to Io.

Wen Qing: [Did you let them come and go on purpose?】

Io: [Well, it was intentional.】

Wen Qing: [???】

Just admit it?Not hiding it at all?!

Io: [I want you to fall in love with me quickly.】

Io: [Can you like me?】