Trajectory 2: entangled curves

Chapter 271 Do you still know how to lie?

"It's useless if you don't let go? Okay!" Zhuge Qinuo seemed to have succeeded in some evil plan. He happily leaned against Huang Cangran like he did when they were children, with his hands on his stomach and his feet between his thighs, holding him up.

Huang Cangran: "Let me ask you, have you been thinking about running away for a long time? In fact, you have been thinking about seeing what the Internet cafe looks like for a long time? It's not to find me at all."

Zhuge Qinuo: "No! Not at all! I just went to look for you. Today, when I was sleeping, I suddenly heard my godmother and the others talking. They said you were not in the room and had gone out to play."

Huang Cangran: "How did you know I was in the Internet cafe?"

Zhuge Qinuo: "I guessed it!"

Huang Cangran: "What if I'm not here?"

Zhuge Qinuo: "Then I will come back."

Huang Cangran: "Then you don't have the key."

Zhuge Qinuo: "I can wait for you at the door."

Huang Cangran: "What if I don't come back?"

Zhuge Qinuo: "You won't."

Huang Cangran wanted to ask why, but she felt that it would sound fussy, so she simply changed the subject: "Sleep in late and get up later tomorrow."

Zhuge Qinuo: "You can't play with it, your parents will find out."

Huang Cangran lowered his eyes to look at the little girl leaning against him. This obedient girl in the eyes of others was actually very different from what he imagined. Or rather, the one he knew originally. A man should be looked at with new eyes after three days. He also felt that he could no longer look at people with the old eyes.

Huang Cangran: "What are your plans for tomorrow?"

Zhuge Qinuo: "Review."

Huang Cangran: "Where's the homework?"

Zhuge Qinuo: "I've finished it. As long as there is no composition, I can basically finish my homework on Friday after school."

Huang Cangran: "He is indeed a good student."

Zhuge Qinuo: "Where is Brother Cangran?"

Huang Cangran: "Me what?"

Zhuge Qinuo: "Homework."

"It's done!" Huang Cangran would never give in.

"No one would believe that." Zhuge Qinuo judged in his heart, but did not agree with it.

Huang Cangran felt a little guilty about Zhuge Qinuo's silence and wanted to ask something, but Zhuge Qinuo asked first, but his voice was very soft: "There are computers in the Internet cafe. Don't you have computers at home? Why do you want to go to the Internet cafe?"

"Then you don't understand..." This was when they talked about Huang Cangran's major. After he talked a lot, he asked, "Why did you come out to find me?"

But Zhuge Qinuo had already fallen asleep.

Huang Cangran smiled and said to himself: "This good student probably has never been through this before."

He decided to lie down for a while, wait until her whole body was warm, and then leave. He looked at her sleeping, her eyelashes were long, her breathing was even, and he didn't know if there was a little girl's fragrance on her body or in her quilt. Sleepiness was unreasonable, it came as soon as it came, and he fell asleep in a daze.

In the middle of the night, Huang Cangran woke up with a start and ran back to his room. He lay on the bed and inexplicably felt that it was not appropriate for him to warm Zhuge Qinuo's quilt. After all, he was no longer a child.

When I was a kid, my parents would sometimes drink tea and chat, sometimes play mahjong, and they would also play together. When they were tired, they would often fall asleep on the big bed first, and then go home after the adults finished playing.

Because of the relationship between Zhuge Nan and Huang Cangran's parents and grandfather, she would have more opportunities to stay at his house and sleep for a while.

At that time, Huang Cangran liked this little sister very much and always took extra care of her. He would sleep next to her every time before going to bed. When it was cold, he would let her put her cold hands and feet on his body to warm them up. At that time, there was no air conditioning, and when it was hot, he would always leave the coolest position for her.

"This girl still has some conscience." Huang Cangran summed it up. He lay on the bed and thought about many things in their childhood. He fell asleep while thinking.

The next morning, Huang Cangran did not stay in bed on a rare Sunday, but got up and sat at the breakfast table. Feng Ping couldn't help but mock him when she saw him: "Mr. Huang, you're early today!"

"It's too cold, how can I sleep? Mom, I need a hot water bottle." He said lazily.

Feng Ping: "That's true that Young Master Huang is rather pampered, and he never listened to you before."

Huang Cangran: "The new house is cold."

Feng Ping: "Okay! You can embarrass yourself in front of Sister Nuo'er. Other girls are not as delicate as you."

"Yes, she is not squeamish." After saying that, Huang Cangran stared at Zhuge Qinuo.

His eyes spoke: "It's still my warm quilt!"

Hearing the tone and looking at his eyes, Zhuge Qinuo, who was sitting opposite him, felt that Huang Cangran was going to give him away in the next second, and suddenly swallowing became difficult.

Fortunately, he didn't say anything more.

Feng Ping: "Okay, leave it to me. So what is Mr. Huang going to do today? Have you finished your homework?"

Huang Cangran didn't know what to say. After all, he had boasted in front of Zhuge Qinuo yesterday, and today he was about to be slapped in the face. Moreover, he knew that Feng Ping also knew that he didn't do it. She must have asked deliberately because she found out that he had slipped out yesterday. He didn't want to answer.

"Brother Cangran has finished his homework," Zhuge Qinuo answered first, "He said he would teach me how to do my homework today. I don't know how to do many math problems."

Feng Ping's eyes wandered between the two. Both of them had changed. One never did homework and would go back to school early on Sundays to do it. The other never asked and never spoke. Now, the weekend hadn't even ended yet, one had finished his homework, and the other could answer questions. Finally, her eyes fell on Huang Cangran.

Huang Cangran nodded: "Yes, I've finished it. Sister Nuoer told me yesterday that she couldn't solve the math problems and asked me to teach her."

"That's right. We may have to be back late tonight. After you finish your homework, make your own arrangements, take a shower early and go to bed early." Feng Ping was very happy.

Zhuge Qinuo was also happy.

After they finished eating, they went upstairs. Zhuge Qinuo followed him into Huang Cangran's room and said, "Brother Cangran, please take your homework to my room to do it."

"You still know how to lie?" Huang Cangran sat in front of the computer and turned his head to look at her.

"I'm not lying. You said yesterday that you've finished your homework."

"Don't mind my business. I'm telling you, haven't you finished your homework? Where did you get the math Olympiad questions?"

"I have finished the homework assigned by the school teacher. Mathematical Olympiad questions are extracurricular homework."

"Okay! Then bring it here!" Whether it was a lie or not, it was just an elementary school question, how could it be so difficult? Huang Cangran had already made preparations after figuring out that he would not lose face, to see what tricks this girl could come up with.

But asking him to "condescend" to teach in her room was impossible.

Zhuge Qinuo had no objection and actually took out a notebook and appeared in Huang Cangran's room: "I don't know any of these."

"You don't know anything?" Huang Cangran ignored the word "basically" and frowned. Then he raised the corner of his mouth and took the notebook with interest, saying, "This is not the situation for a good student like you."