Nonlinear Love

Su Lian pushed the person out, with no room for negotiation: "No, you have to avoid spicy food. For the sake of your injury, I won't run in the morning today, and we'll study after drinking."

It's hard to say a few more words, and it sounds kind-hearted.

Chi Li threw the horn on the small sofa and fell into the abyss of despair: "For being so considerate, then I really thank you."

"You're welcome." Su Lian replied politely.

Twenty minutes later, the porridge was put into a bowl, and the two sat opposite each other at the small square table.

One had a calm expression, the other had a bitter expression.

Chi Li's facial expression was unmanageable, and it was a little broken: "I didn't feel quite fragrant just now, why did it start to turn black? What about vegetables?"

"Add Polygonum multiflorum powder and Shudi huáng fried juice, and finally add a few slices of American ginseng." Su Lian said slowly, "Blood."

Chi Huang was speechless: "Your top-level cuisine has evolved to the point where Chinese and Western are combined?"

Ignoring the question, Su Lian raised his hand and handed over the spoon: "Is it still me?"

After a few seconds of silence, Chi Li broke the can and opened his mouth as if he had no hands.

The expression that looked at death as if he was going to bomb the bunker with human flesh.

The thick porridge mixed with various flavors rolled into his throat, and Chi Wang swallowed it with difficulty, unable to tell which one was more deadly than the previous health-preserving paste.

He reasonably suspected that Su Lian's ex would break up with him because he was drinking some strange things every day.

This person probably fell out of love, gradually developed an anti-social psychology, and began to take revenge against the world indiscriminately.

Chi Li tutted softly, his lips twitched, and Su Lian's subtle movements were captured by Su Lian keenly.

"Why, do you feel too indifferent?"

"...No, it tastes good."

As soon as his eyelids were raised, and the line of sight on the opposite side was directly aligned, Chi Huang felt a sense of guilt, and was inexplicably a little cowardly.

He also thought it was very strange. He was not afraid of anything, but he didn't dare to choke on Su Lian.

Are you afraid of being beaten? But his fist is also very hard, no one can beat it.

Perhaps it was simply because he didn't want a disappointed look on Su Lian's face.

While distracted, I was forced to fill the duck, and the porridge went down more than half.

Chi Wang licked his lower lip and said against his will, "I'm full."

Su Lian hummed: "Okay, I'll start after I finish eating."

He lowered his head calmly, held a small bowl, and slowly drank the rest of the porridge.

Chi Wang supported his long legs and tilted his head to look at him, thinking that there is so much difference between people, the world is really fair.

It is quite reasonable to give a person a very good appearance, and to give him a taste like death.

It was not until the bottom of the bowl was reached that he realized that the two shared a spoon again and shared a bowl of porridge.

Chi Li: "Don't you think I'm dirty?"

Su Lian: "?"

"Spoon." Chi Wang raised his finger and reminded, "You said you had a cleanliness addiction before."

After pausing for a while, Su Lian slowly took out the spoon and put it in the bowl, slapped it mercilessly: "Disgusting, but there is only one, so I can only reluctantly."

When no one said anything, he quickly added: "If it wasn't for your injury, who would care about you."

Chi Wang smiled and ran: "So this extremely considerate morning service is also a repayment?"

Su Lian was choked for a moment, speechless, and only hummed for a long time.

Chi Huang was so excited, he casually pressed the button in the back seat.

The sound started to loop mechanically, replaying it over and over again in the empty dormitory.

Su Lian: "..."

When he was recording at the time, it was obviously fine, why did he sound so mentally retarded now.

"Where did you record it? The little words rhyme."

Chi Li picked up the horn and put it to his mouth, and tentatively made a few sounds.

Su Lian didn't really want to recall the recorded scene. When he returned to the dormitory after buying the speakers, the room was empty.

So he drew the curtains, closed the doors and windows, and locked the door to ensure that he would not be disturbed, and then he stood in the middle of the bathroom with a particularly good reverberation, and recorded the words with a blank face.

I recorded it three times before and after, selected the version with the slowest speaking speed, and set it as a timed alarm.

Chi Wan shook his horn: "Otherwise, I'll record one for you too."

"No, my biological clock is accurate."

"It's a courtesy. You're welcome. However, your loudspeaker is too expensive. You can buy four for 100 yuan at the small shop in front of the school."

With a paralyzed face, Su Lian recalled the seller's quotation: "It's different, this one can be remotely controlled and timed, and the solar battery is double-charged to ensure a long standby time."

Chi Li: "..."

After a long time, he gave a serious evaluation: "Advanced."

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Playing the trumpet called early blessing, Chi Li started reading books and doing problems early in the morning, and finished the weekend homework for the first time in history, which was touching.

In the evening self-study, Gu Anjiu tilted his head across Lin Yan and called Song Jiaci urgently: "Little monkey, lend me a copy of the math. Jianghu emergency, jiāo soon."

"Oh, wait." Song Jiaci slowly opened her schoolbag and looked down.

With a click, Chi Wang arrogantly threw a book over: "Copy it."

Gu Anjiu turned to the number of pages and exclaimed, "Damn it, you're moving quite fast today, and you met a friend from Xueba?"

"I made it by myself." Chi Wang wandered around.

Pen, the tone is understatement.