Although he could only see Yan Hang's blurred figure without turning on the light, he could still see that Yan Hang had been out of bed for five seconds, and he had not put on his slippers and kept looking for shoes with his head down. He was worried that Yan Hang would wait a while longer Will be dizzy and head to the ground.

"Have your fever gone, yet?" he asked again.

"Retire." Yan Hang finally put on his slippers and walked towards the bedroom door.

"You didn't know what to do, how did you know to retire?" Chu Yi asked.

"Yeah, then you're still asking a fart." Yan Hang walked to the door after saying that, and then slammed on the door frame very simply.

"Hey!" The first day of the first day was startled, jumped up from the bed and slapped the switch on the head of the bed, "Is it alright!"

"It's alright," Yan Hang slapped the switch beside the door with a slap almost when the light was on, and the light went out again, "What kind of light is on, my eyes are going to be blinded."

"Oh." The first day responded.

It was really flashy. At this moment, he couldn't even see Yan Hang's shadow, and there was a flickering spot of light in front of him.

Yan Hang entered the toilet and closed the door before letting out a sigh of relief.

Hold.

The IQ that had been lost by anesthesia before was probably burned by half of the fever.

The only remaining quarter of the IQ was shocked by the magical reaction that occurred after he touched the waist of the first year of junior high school, and could no longer give the correct way to deal with it.

He just had to turn over and take a few deep breaths, and he was almost able to recover, but he sat up, and with that inferior mattress that resonated with every fart, he was able to sleep on the first day of the first day, who was as heavy as a pig. woke up.

So he had to stand in front of the toilet.

pee?

Although you can urinate if you want, after all, you have been in bed for at least two hours, but there is absolutely no need to make a special trip to urinate.

Why don't you give it a shot?

I'm sorry, I'm already scared back.

Then stand for a moment and reflect on your utterly stupid behavior.

He didn't quite understand himself.

He wasn't surprised when he had a reaction, but he was a little surprised by his perseverance in making himself react.

He looked at the toilet lid.

I didn't feel anything after a few glances, so had to touch it again.

Are you comfortable now?

In fact, he calms down and thinks about the toilet now, and when he thinks about the reaction, he is just too concerned about the first year of the first year that he finally "owned", and he has to find a reason to tie his dog.

In case the local dog is seduced by other little male dogs and little female dogs, he has no reason to get it back.

is it?

Yan Hang frowned.

Suddenly felt very funny, and smiled at the toilet for a long time.

There was a knock on the toilet door.

Yan Hang sighed and turned his head to look at the door: "Why?"

"You pee a lot, it's been a long time?" said the first day of the first day outside the door.

"I haven't started urinating yet," Yan Hang said, "go back to sleep with you."

"Five minutes, minutes, it hasn't started yet, start?" The first day of the first year was stunned, "Are you on, are you on fire?"

"...You are quite experienced?" Yan Hang was a little helpless.

"Before our building, the downstairs was small, the advertisement said," said the first day, "the urethra was inflamed and inflamed..."

"Go away." Yan Hang said.

"Then you slow down and urinate slowly," said the first day, "it may be a fever, burning."

"Go away!" Yan Hang roared.

"Go away." Chu Yi said.

When Yan Hang heard the footsteps of the first day disappear, he faced the toilet and tugged at his pants.

After shouting this, he almost couldn't urinate.

When he came out of the toilet, he went to the coffee table to get some water, and just reached out to get a cup, when a sentence came from the sofa: "Measure the body, let's take your temperature."

The lights were not turned on in the room, and the curtains were drawn. Yan Hang didn't find anyone on the sofa at all. Those words scared him and smashed the cup of his hand cup directly in the conditioned reflex.

The moment the cup was shot, he realized that it was the voice of the first grade.

"Did it hit you?" Yan Hang quickly asked and turned on the light.

Sitting on the sofa on the first day of the new year, leaning to the side, the cup beside him, sprinkled with water from the sofa.

"Did you hit it?" Yan Hang asked again.

"Ah." The first day raised his arm to cover his eyes.

This sound is very calm, Yan Hang can't tell if he is responding or screaming politely.

"Ah shit?" Yan Hang said.

"It didn't hit," said the first day, "dodge, open, dodge 100."

"Fuck you," Yan Hang was almost speechless, and slapped his arm twice in the past, and when he was dodging to the side, he kicked his butt twice, "You're going crazy, don't sleep and follow Sitting here and playing scary?"

"Hey," Chu Yi quickly turned around and hugged his leg, "Wound, wound."

"The wound is healed." Yan Hang said.

"How can this be, how fast?" On the first day of the first year, he looked up at his waist, his eyes were halfway up and quickly avoided, he released his legs, and stood up, "Be careful pulling, you are injured."

Yan Hang glanced down.

Probably because of the panties.

On the first day of the new year, he usually wears a T-shirt and big pants to bed. It should be a habit of forming a habit of not having an independent space at home, and he usually wears underwear. The T-shirt is set because he has no sense of security.

He had never felt anything at all, but now this reaction on the first day of the first year made him a little embarrassed.

"Go in and sleep," he said.

"Yeah." On the first day, he turned around and entered the house.

After Yan Hang lay down, he handed over the thermometer: "Sleep with it in between, I'll be there in a while, I'll help you when it's time."

"I didn't fall asleep so quickly," Yan Hang said, "I'm afraid you don't have enough time."

"No." He didn't lie down on the first day of the first day, he covered his legs with the quilt and sat on the bed like that.

Yan Hang didn't speak and sighed.

It was probably a toss up, or the fever started to subside. Yan Hang closed his eyes and felt tired. He fell asleep before reporting his temperature to him on the first day of the new year.

When woke up, felt very dizzy. stared at the ceiling for two minutes before the dizziness stopped. turned head and looked to the side.

The first day of the new year was no longer in bed, and there was a note on the pillow.

There is a line of words on it that is very neat but ugly.

- Your fever is gone, I'm going to school, I'll come over after the training class in the afternoon

Yan Hang touched his phone and checked the time. It was 11 o'clock in the night. He closed his eyes and stretched his waist carefully. He lay on the bed without moving, and closed his eyes again.

At this moment, my mind is much more awake than last night, but things at night have become a little less clear like a dream.

but……

Yan Hang, you actually did such a shameless thing.

"Don't go out for these two days," Hu Biao held his lunch box. "The latest information I have here is that foreign aid is looking for foreign aid. We will probably be squatted when we go out."

On the first day of the first year, I didn't understand: "No, it's none of your business."

Those three foreign aids had no chance to complete the foreign aid work at all, and the appointment with 404 was cancelled, and no one would make a second appointment. If this matter was to be troubled by, he could only be himself.

"Are you stupid," Li Ziqiang said, "404 is just silent on the surface. The people they called were not convinced, and now they are doing small tricks behind the scenes, and it doesn't matter if you are a dog brother or a All 403."

The first one frowned.

"Then stay in the dormitory, sleep and play games," Zhang Qiang said while eating, "I will have a training session in the afternoon, which is just right."

"Practice training... This is the most annoying thing," Wu Xu sighed, "I still can't figure out what to do when I draw the chassis structure during the exam."

"No, at most I will give you a picture to make you recognize what it is." Gao Xiaoyang said.

"Then I may not remember." Wu Xu said.

"It's alright," Zhou Chunyang was playing with his phone while eating. "There is a first year of junior high school. You can directly ask him to draw a chassis structure and he can also draw it."

"I can't draw it." Chu Yi said.

"Can you cooperate a little bit?" Zhou Chunyang glanced at him, "I'm praising you."

"Draw whatever you want," said the first day of the first year, "you can draw it with your eyes closed."

A few people were having fun while eating, and the 404 people who were two tables away glanced at them with displeased faces.

In the first year of junior high, he felt that he was right in choosing the major of automobile repair. Although he was poor in other subjects and could not take various cultural courses, the professional course was at least the strongest in their dormitory, and he also learned well about electricians.

Sometimes I think about it, if I can really go to the general high school, I may not be able to learn anything. It is estimated that I still can't pass the university entrance examination. After graduation, it is not as good as secondary school specialized technology.

There is a 4S shop two stops away from the school, and there are students who have graduated from their school. It is said that they have done a good job.

When I first thought that I might be able to go there in the future, I was a little excited.

After returning to the dormitory after dinner, he sent a message to Yan Hang and asked him if he still had a fever, but Yan Hang didn't return, probably because he didn't wake up or fell asleep again.

First sighed.

"Are you going to find Yan Hang this afternoon?" Zhou Chunyang asked in a low voice.

"Well," Chu nodded slightly, "at night..."

"Don't come back, I know." Zhou Chunyang smiled.

"Brother Gou," Hu Biao leaned over when he saw that he was taking clothes from the closet and stuffing them into his bag, "Are you really going to Brother Hang's place? Didn't you go to the girl's house for the night?"

"Huh?" Chu Yi looked at him blankly.

"...When I didn't say it," Hu Biao sighed, "Really, I've only seen you, the one who awakened so late."

Zhou Chunyang sat at the table and had a good time.

First look at him.

"It's good to be late." Zhou Chunyang said with a smile.

On the first day of the training class in the afternoon, he directly carried his clothes on his back, and he was too lazy to go back to the dormitory to pick it up again... In fact, he just left in a hurry.

After all, Yan Hang had a high fever yesterday, and he doesn't know what the situation is today.

Hey, just wanted to see Yan Hang soon.

Find so many reasons.

"What are you doing!" The teacher said halfway through the class, suddenly looking outside the training room.

Several little girls took their mobile phones and walked away, smiling and looking over here.

"Shooting the two of you." Hu Biao whispered.

Zhou Chunyang smiled and didn't speak, and he didn't say anything on the first day of the first year.

"Brother Gou," Hu Biao whispered again, "are you having fun with Yan'er?"

"Yan'er?" Chu Yi was stunned.

"Jiang Yanni." Zhou Chunyang said.

"Oh, why not, not called Ni'er?" said the first day.

"Ni'er is so dirty," Hu Biao said, "I'm just asking if you have a show or not?"

"No play." Chu Yi said.

"Then tell her about me," Hu Biao said, "praise me in front of her."

"Huh?" Chu Yi was stunned.

Zhou Chunyang lowered his head and couldn't stop laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Hu Biao poked him.

"Have you ever seen a girl talking to a girl on the first day of the new year?" Zhou Chunyang turned his head, "How about you help me on duty twice, and I'll tell you."

"Hey, yes," Hu Biao clapped his hands, "I find you suitable, you can help..."

"You!" The teacher pointed at Hu Biao suddenly, "Look at you talking about it for a long time. If you don't want to learn anything, just stand at the door for me!"

"I want to learn," Hu Biao said quickly, "I really want to learn, but I just don't understand and I'm asking."

"Don't be glib with me!" The teacher glared at me, "If I see you again, you won't be in class. I won't turn a blind eye like other teachers!"

Hu Biao was silent.

"Come and tell me now," the teacher pointed to a pile of car chassis parts in the middle of the training room, "what is this!"

"I haven't learned this yet." Hu Biao was stunned.

"Cross axis." Chu Chu whispered.

"Cross axis!" he said quickly.

"It's best for you to follow the first year of the first year when you take the test," the teacher said. "Let's see if he can help you pass the test!"

In the first day of junior high, was quite afraid of the teacher. After the teacher scolded these two sentences, he did not dare to speak out during the whole training session.

In the past, he was not very likely to be scolded by teachers. Most teachers did not notice his existence, but even if the teacher scolded others, he would be nervous.

It was not until he walked to the playground after class that he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Help me say something nice to Yan'er," Hu Biao said next to Zhou Chunyang, "Right now, hurry up."

"In a hurry." Zhou Chunyang took out his mobile phone.

On the first day of the first day, he really wanted to see how Zhou Chunyang would help Hu Biao to say good things to Jiang Yanni, but he was in a hurry to go to Yan Hang's house and could only give up.

He really admires the skill of being able to chat with unfamiliar people casually.

Zhou Chunyang didn't talk about it, his personality was quite cheerful, and Yan Hang seemed so indifferent, and it was easy to chat with anyone at ordinary times, even if he might not be willing.

For someone like himself, who doesn't dare to talk to anyone because he can't speak well, Yan Hang can still talk to him...

In comparison, he is really... cool.

You are so cool, bro.

But he didn't want to be so cool, he wanted to not be cold even if he was embarrassed while chatting with Yan Hang.

I didn't go to wait for the bus on the first day of the first day of school, so took a taxi directly.

He has been very prodigal lately. In order to save time, he almost doesn't have to hesitate to take a taxi.

At the door of Yan Hang's house, before he could knock on the door, Yan Hang opened the door.

"How, how did you know that I'm here?" The first day of the first day was surprised.

"I saw you at the window." Yan Hang raised his chin towards the living room window.

When first saw it, saw a large glass bowl on the bay window and a small bag of flour beside it.

He glanced at Yan Hang: "What are you doing, what are you doing?"

"Bake bread," Yan Hang said, "bake some more biscuits."

"Your hand, okay?" On the first day of the first day, he looked at Yan Hang's right hand, and there was still gauze on his hand.

"It's like using your left hand," Yan Hang walked over, "I'm about to die of suffocation, let's eat something to relieve my suffocation."

"I'll help you." Chu Chu put down his bag, took off his jacket and prepared to wash his hands.

After taking two steps, he stopped. He was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday. He didn't know if Yan Hang would see if his clothes would still be hot or if he needed to take off his sports jacket.

He glanced at Yan Hang: "Do you think I'm hot, am I hot?"

"Are you hot or not?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"I mean..." On the first day of the first day, he sighed and took off his sports jacket, "Forget it."

After washing his hands, Yan Hang was weighing flour with a small electronic scale.

On the first day of the first day of the first year, I went over and looked beside him: "I'm here to make peace, make face?"

"No," Yan Hang smiled, "you can't handle it well."

"Do you use your left hand to make peace with your left hand?" asked the first day of the first year.

"Yeah." Yan Hang nodded.

"You said that the left hand has hidden and hidden skills," Chu Yi watched him pour the weighed flour into the glass bowl, "Is it mixing noodles, right?"

"No." Yan Hang said.

"What is that?" The first day was a little curious.

"Luck." Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the first day, I was stunned and didn't understand what he said: "Ah?"

"Play a plane." Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the first day, understood, but the stunnedness became more serious. When he heard Yan Hang say such a thing suddenly, he couldn't react at all.

"What's wrong?" Yan Hang glanced at him.

"I haven't...I haven't played." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang tilted his head and coughed, not knowing if he was choking or what.

He felt very embarrassed on the first day of the new year, he bit his lip, in order to relieve the embarrassment... He tried hard to find in his mind "what would they say if it was Hu Biao or Zhou Chunyang", and after two seconds he opened his mouth: "The right hand is not , can't you fight?"

Yan Hang turned his head to look at him.

On the first day of the first day, didn't know what to say, and kind of wanted to climb up the bay window and jump out.

"I'm used to my right hand," said Yan Hang, "when I use my left hand, I feel that it's someone else."

"Oh." Chu Yi responded.

"Go get the milk and eggs." Yan Hang said.

He didn't speak on the first day of the first day, and rushed into the kitchen like a fly.

Yan Hang stared at the bowl of flour in front of him, feeling that he should go and get the thermometer to see if it burned to 40 degrees and burned his brain.

Yan Hang, are you crazy?

"You are insane, totally deranged," he whispered into the flour, "out of your mind like a psychopath..."

In fact, he was in a good mood. Ever since he felt someone was following him before he was injured, his emotions were quite depressed. After being injured and hospitalized, it could be said that he was almost at rock bottom.

It wasn't until today that he recovered.

He was very happy to come over on the afternoon of the first day of the new year, thinking that he hadn't eaten anything for a long time, such as baking some bread and snacks...

But maybe it was because he was very happy, and when he was stunned on the first day of the first year of junior high school, he realized that this topic should be put on hold before, and it was nothing to make fun of the first day of junior high school.

But right now, there is something very different.

When he came over with milk and eggs on the first day of the first year, he could feel the helplessness and embarrassment of the first day.

"Pour in the milk, stop if I tell you to." Yan Hang beat the eggs into the flour and added sugar.

"Yeah." The first day of the first year took the milk carton and slowly poured it down.

Yan Hang looked at him.

When lowered head, couldn't see the expression clearly, could see the eyelashes and the tip of the nose, but could see it just like that... This is still a puppy.

Why don't you teach people something good?

Yan Hang sighed.

The first day stopped: "Huh?"

"Continue." Yan Hang said.

"What are you doing, what kind of bread?" Chu Yi asked.

Hearing that this was the topic he finally found after holding back for a long time, Yan Hang gently squeezed the back of his neck with his right hand: "Tudou bread."

"Damn it," Chu Yi smiled, "How can the local dogs be so foreign, we all eat steamed buns."

"Let's see what a dog bun is in a while." Yan Hang said.

After adding enough milk, Yan Hang kneaded the dough, put a lump of butter in it, and then kneaded the butter into the dough little by little.

"Come on," the first day stared at the dough, "Is this technical, is it technical?"

"No." Yan Hang said.

"I think, play for a while," the first day of the first year was a little embarrassed, "I like to play with noodles, dough."

Yan Hang laughed and pushed the bowl in front of him: "Then you can play and knead until you can tear the noodles into a thin film."

"Well." On the first day of the first day, he immediately lowered his head and started to knead.

Yan Hang went to the bay window, leaning against the wall and watching him kneading his face.

In fact, on the first day of the first year of junior high school, had a very strong quality in heart. was so embarrassed at first. After a while, attention shifted to the dough.

"Just after kneading, can I bake it?" asked the first day.

"It still needs to be fermented, just throw it in the machine to ferment for a while," Yan Hang said, "and then make the stuffing."

"What stuffing?" The first day immediately asked.

"Milk dog stuffing." Yan Hang said.

"Oh," Chu nodded, "cute."

"Well," Yan Hang smiled and looked at him for a while, "Puppy."

"Ah." Chu Yi responded.

"Actually," Yan Hang said, "you can do the same as before."

The first day's action paused and looked up at him.

"Between the two of us," said Yan Hang, "whether there is a 'like' or not, it can be the same as before. It doesn't matter what you want to say or do."

Still looking at him the first time.

"You don't need to care about what you can say, what you can't say, and whether what you say will make me think," Yan Hang raised his hand and flicked it on the tip of his nose, "Do you understand?"

"Well." On the first day of the first day, he lowered his head and continued to knead the dough.

"Me too," said Yan Hang, "I'll just say what I want to say. It's hard for me to think about whether you'll be embarrassed."

"I'm not embarrassed." Chu Yi said.

"Oh." Yan Hang smiled.

On the first day of the first day, he raised his head, stared at him for a while, and suddenly opened his arms, leaned over and hugged him.

"What's wrong?" Yan Hang asked.

"Knead your back." Chu Yi hugged him tightly and said in a low voice.

Yan Hang rubbed hard on his back.