Your Distance

When Ting Shuang finished washing and went downstairs to the restaurant, Bo Changyi had changed out clothes and was reading the newspaper.

On the table were baked chanterelles, fried eggs, fresh orange jam, nutel and butter, and a short glass jug of hot coffee.

Ting Shuang found that nothing on the table had been moved.

Park Chang was waiting for him.

That posture is a lot like parents waiting to send their children to school.

Ting Shuang looked down at himself: there was only one pajamas of Pak Cheong-yi in a vacuum, because he could not find the underwear.

This way I can't go to class.

"Well ... where were my previous clothes? Jeans and shirt?" Ting Shuang asked.

Bai Changyi lifted his eyelid slightly and turned his eyes from the newspaper to Ting Shuang: "Where did you take it off?"

Where is it off?

Ting Shuang began to recall.

After the shirt was picked up by Bai Changyi yesterday, it seemed to be thrown on the second floor balcony ...

Where did he throw the jeans he wore at first ...

On Saturday, he was still dressed, and he went to the supermarket. He also wore it when he went to the house, and then he went to cook.

Fuck.

So his dirty jeans and dirty underwear are still left in the bathroom on the first floor without washing?

"Why didn't you remind me before?" Ting Shuang dropped a complaint to Bai Changyi, and rushed to the bathroom to take a look. Sure enough, the pants he took off on Saturday were still inside.

Huan, right.

His underpants were indeed casually lost, crumpled, and unwashed at first glance, but his jeans were clean and neatly laid on the shelf.

so……

Ting Shuang suddenly felt terrified, and even more terrible than dirty pants without washing ...

Bai Changyi helped him wash his pants?

What kind of pants? ? ?

That one……

Shouldn't it be washed by hand?

Should it be thrown directly into the washing machine?

Ting Shuang took the jeans back to the restaurant, flushed and said, "You, you washed my trousers while I wasn't paying attention? Who asked you to wash them? Isn't it insignificant?"

Park Changyi put down the newspaper and said, "I didn't move your pants. Change clothes and come over for breakfast."

Bai Changyi said that he hadn't moved, so he must haven't moved.

Ting Shuang thought about it too, Professor Bai could not wash the pants without secretly rubbing it. Boss has always been low-level fun and bright, and if Bai Changyi is really wretched and perverted, why only wash his jeans, not even his dirty Washed the **** together?

Ting Shuang was a little embarrassed. She went upstairs to find clean underwear and shirts, got dressed and went downstairs, sat next to Bai Changyi and poured coffee for the two, and then asked, "Who washed my pants?"

"Someone cleaned on Sunday morning," Park said.

Sunday morning?

Ting Shuang thought about it, oh, he was still sleeping at that time.

"Excuse me, I don't know if someone has come to clean up." Ting Shuang stole for a while and saw that Bo Changyi didn't speak and had no expression.

Bo Changyi concentrated on cutting the fried eggs.

Ting Shuang said, "Boss Bo ..."

Park Chang intended to concentrate on coffee.

Ting Shuang said, "Harry ..."

Park Chang intended to cut the butter intently.

Ting Shuang shouted, "Bo Changyi!"

Bo Chang took a knife in his hand, glanced at Ting Shuang, and said, "What are you doing?"

Ting Shuang retracted and whispered, "That ... dear ... I think you ... uh, he's more handsome than before ..."

Seeing Bo Changyi was not displeased, Ting Shuang continued to say, "Well ... have you changed your glasses and glasses chains today, I find that gold and silver are quite suitable for you ..."

Park Chang twitched his lips, pinched Ting Shuang's chin, kissed him, and said, "Well, concentrate on eating."

"……Ok."

Focus on eating.

Eating and eating, Ting Shuang suddenly thought of a question: "Let's go to class together?"

Park Changyi said, "Otherwise?"

Ting Shuang said: "Early this morning, everyone went to school for class. Was it okay to be seen when I got off your car?"

"What do you say?"

Ting Shuang thought about it and said, "Will you put me down a few hundred meters from the school? I walk to the classroom."

Bai Changyi said, "Well, go out early today."

Yes, prof.Bai will always enter S17 classroom at 8:15, but students cannot step on the last minute, not to mention Ting Shuang still has some way to go.

On this day, prof.Bai, who had never arrived earlier, arrived in the classroom at 7:58, and all students who arrived after that suspected that they were late, even including Frost in the classroom at 8:05.

Ting Shuang did not expect that Bo Changyi would come directly to the classroom. He thought that even if he had arrived at school first, he would wait until 8:15. If Bo Changyi hasn't arrived yet, Ting Shuang can hurry up and choose an inconspicuous position to sit down, avoiding the fact that when Bo Changyi sees him, he thinks of asking him to answer questions and things he is used to.

But now, under the eyes of Bai Changyi's kindness (?), His legs had no choice but to automatically walk to the first row of the classroom, right in the middle, and then sit down properly.

Ting Shuang was ready to get her pen and notebook out of her backpack.

Well, you need to be correct in class and be prepared in advance.

and many more.

backpack?

After finishing work on Saturday, I went directly to Baichang Yijia Hu Tianhudi and went directly to the school for the weekend. Frost ... Root ... Ben ... Didn't ... bring ... back ... bag.

No notebook.

No pen.

Empty hands.

This is over, I did n’t understand it, now I ca n’t even make notes ...

Ting Shuang looked anxiously to find Song Yi to borrow a pen and borrow a few more draft papers.

Why is Song Yan not here yet ...

Why don't you ask the German students next to you to borrow it ...

Just when Ting Shuang was about to borrow a pen and paper, a shadow was suddenly over his head. He slowly raised his head and saw the belt, the button, the tie, the collar, the neck, the throat, the jaw, the lips, the nose, the glasses, the eyes behind the lenses ...

Those eyes were looking at him.

Court cream licked her dry lips.

Bai Changyi quickly retracted his eyes and turned to the middle and rear of the classroom. He said to all the students, "I have recently learned that some students have encountered difficulties in taking lesson notes. In order to help everyone present improve Learning efficiency. Before every lesson in the future, our hardworking church will distribute the lecture notes of the day to everyone. "

After all, he glanced at the assistant in the seat next to the door.

The TA nodded, took out the prof.Bai from a paper bag and asked him to make a copy of a hundred lecture notes in advance, and sent it to all the students one by one.

Bai Changyi's gaze followed the teaching assistant who distributed the lecture notes, but without a trace, he took out a pen from his jacket pocket and placed it gently on the table in the middle of the first row.