Chapter 17: What's wrong with SpongeBob bullying you? Are you going to cry...

After getting in the car, Fang Qingzhuo looked at Luo Shu with her forehead pressed against the car window, and couldn't help but give her a lecture.

"If you can't hold your liquor, don't try to show off. Four bowls, you're just eating white rice. You don't even know how to be careful. You're being sold and still counting money for others."

"Also, girls should drink less alcohol in the future..." He said halfway, and found that his words were not convincing. She didn't even touch the alcohol, and finished the meal with a few bowls of rice wine. He also fed her the sip of water mixed with white wine with his own hands.

He changed his words, "In the future, I'll have less contact with Laozao... and Zhuang He, and listen to less of his nonsense."

What about saving money, working day and night, and sleeping in the lab? None of that is true.

The alcohol evaporated violently in her heavy head. Luo Shu shook her head slowly. The aftereffect of this fermented glutinous rice wine was no less than that of white wine. Her mind was clear, so clear that she could count every word she said and remember every syllable. However, her ability to think and express herself was unsatisfactory, as if she was handcuffed and shackled, which greatly hindered her performance.

She blinked twice and blurted out, "I'm not drunk. I'm telling you, my mind is clear. I can take responsibility for what I say. But... I'll speak slower and walk a little more unsteadily. Please don't take it lightly."

"If you don't believe me, test me. I still have some basic judgment..."

Only drunk people would pretend not to be drunk. Then Fang Qingzhuo stretched out his index finger and asked, "What's this?"

The lights in the car were on, but Luo Shu still narrowed her eyes slightly and said for a moment: "Who are you insulting?"

Fang Qingzhuo laughed: "Okay, let's do something difficult."

"What's twenty plus thirty?"

"Fifty." He answered almost instantly.

"Fifty-six and seventy-seven?"

"One hundred...thirty...three." This time it took a while.

Fang Qingzhuo casually said, "One hundred and seventy-four plus three hundred and forty-six?"

The difficulty of three-digit arithmetic increased. Luo Shu forgot the end and kept chewing on the numbers 174 and 346. When she couldn't answer their sum, she scratched her head and threw a tantrum.

A minute passed, and just when Fang Qingzhuo thought she couldn't figure it out, the co-pilot suddenly howled, "520."

Fang Qingzhuo: "What?"

She came closer and started to act coquettishly, repeating the number 520 over and over again.

If you can't figure it out, then you can't figure it out. What does it mean to act like a spoiled child? What does it mean to confess your feelings? His brain was working rapidly. Fang Qingzhuo, who had come around the corner, did some mental calculations and came to the same conclusion.

I feel a strange mood, as if something is missing.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed her back and fastened her seatbelt, insisting on his original intention of sending her to the west. Luo Shu felt it was too tight and twisted around to stop him: "Zhuobao, don't wear a seatbelt."

It was like being called upon at a certain acupoint in a martial arts novel. Even his parents had never called him that affectionately.

Unexpectedly, she became excited. She was pure and innocent before she got drunk, but she became mentally ill after getting drunk. When she didn't get a response, she kept calling him "baby". The first time he called, he wanted to stuff a rag into her mouth. The second time, he wanted to sew it up with a needle. The third time, he got close to observe her for a while. Her mouth was neither thick nor thin, and moderately full, which should be suitable for kissing. With the starry sky above his head and the roof of the car, Fang Qingzhuo used a critical eye to carefully describe every feature of her face. Thinking of Guan Siqi's metaphor, it was more pleasing to the eyes than eye exercises. He didn't like to do eye exercises, but he had to admit that Luo Shu was indeed pleasing to the eye.

He reached out and held her trembling chin: "Who taught you to call me like that?"

"No one taught me." Luo Shu turned her head uncomfortably and muttered.

"Hmm?" Fang Qingzhuo exerted force and held it firmly.

"Zhuang He said, Fang Qingzhuo is the darling of our class."

Zhuang He is a native northerner and has learned the local dialect vividly.

"What else did you say?"

Luo Shu scratched her neck and recalled, "He also said that you have poor relationships with others, that you don't live in the same dormitory with everyone else, and that you don't fit in. He's the only one in the class who's willing to play with you."

Zhuang He is a psychopath. His words are incoherent. He is the darling of the class but he is unpopular.

The pressure on her chin intensified, nails digging into her delicate skin. Luo Shu muttered in pain, "You're bullying me again. Just now you hit me... my head was broken. I still remember it."

Fang Qingzhuo started to play tricks, pinching her mischievously on purpose: "What's wrong with me bullying you? Are you going to cry?"

She didn't cry, but the alcohol kept coming back. Luo Shu pouted and poured out all her bitterness: "Can't you be a little more normal to me? You're good sometimes and bad sometimes. You treated me to hot pot, and you picked up the spicy dishes. You repaired my camera, and you peeled the sour oranges. You finally took care of me and blocked my drink, but you fed me watered-down white wine. You change your attitude at any time, and you bully me at any time."

"I'm not accusing you. Look, whether it's sunny, cloudy, or windy and thundering, there's a weather forecast. If you're in a bad mood or if I've irritated you in some way, can't you just give me a simple heads-up?"

After his endless grumbling, Fang Qingzhuo expressionlessly let go, sat upright in the driver's seat, and stared out the windshield. Cars slid by one after another, but his car remained stationary for a long time. "If you don't like these, you can refuse."

"Yes, I don't like hot pot that's so spicy it hurts my stomach, I don't like oranges that are so sour they make your teeth fall out, and I don't like white wine that's so bitter it's hard to swallow... But I like you."

Thinking he was hallucinating, Fang Qingzhuo turned back to look at her again, holding his breath and asking, "Who do you like?"

Luo Shu seemed to be drunk, and her gaze was hazy, as if filled with the mist of the early morning tea mountain: "I like Zhuobao."

There is an unquenchable restlessness lingering in my heart.

She hurriedly climbed up and raised her eyebrows: "Shut up, if you dare to say you like me again, I will throw you out of the car."

On the one hand, he felt surprised. It was clear that she was nagging him about his crimes in the previous second, and in the next second, she blurted out her words effortlessly. On the other hand, he felt that this was natural. At least she was not blind and had good vision. Afterwards, his mind was very confused. He didn't know which of the words "love" she said was true or false. She said it without any hesitation. He didn't know how many people she had said this to, and she was so skilled at it, which made him feel very unfulfilled.

The carriage was silent for a long time. Luo Shu could no longer jump up and lay on the back of the chair with her eyes closed to rest.

Unable to figure it out, Fang Qingzhuo lowered the car window, slowly lit a cigarette, took a puff, held it between two fingers, casually held it outside the car window, and flicked it skillfully.

The night wind blew through the car window, and his thoughts became increasingly chaotic. He raised his arm to his mouth, only to find that the cigarette he had only taken a few puffs of had already been secretly polished by a thief who didn't know his place. He couldn't figure out the reason in the time it took to smoke a cigarette. He might as well go home and sleep instead of wasting his energy. As he started the car, he suddenly remembered another problem: how to get her back to the dormitory?

He gently pushed her arm and said, "Wake up, contact your roommate to pick you up."

Luo Shu ignored him and turned to the other side, frowning, and murmured, "You're so noisy" while scratching the exposed side of her neck.

Fang Qingzhuo noticed her behavior more than once, grabbed her wrist to stop her from scratching, dragged her over, and took a closer look to find that there were many red rashes on her neck.

Allergic reaction.

Jinmao Mansion was the property Fang Jueshan gave Fang Qingzhuo when he came of age. It was a two-bedroom apartment, and sometimes he would sleep here when he wasn't living on campus. From the basement garage to the elevator and back to the house, Luo Shu didn't make a fuss, letting him toss and turn until she carried her sideways to the living room sofa, occasionally whining when the itch got too unbearable.

Fang Qingzhuo was used to being straightforward. He squeezed out the ointment he had just bought from the drugstore and not too gently opened the opening of her V-neck sweater to apply the ointment.

She was wearing a lace camisole underneath her clothes, and the snow-white skin above and below her collarbone turned slightly red when she touched it. He paused for a moment as he applied the medicine, revealing the soft and undulating plump curves.

Three strings of numbers automatically popped up in my mind. It turned out that Guan Siqi also had his moments of missteps.

He did not choose to avoid looking at anything inappropriate like a gentleman, nor did he choose to show a lewd expression like a hooligan.

It's okay to watch, but there are principles. This is a man's bad nature. If he doesn't appreciate it at this moment, it will seem that he doesn't understand romance. In simple terms, it's just pretense.

On the other hand, the person involved could be described as completely unconscious. Her thick eyelashes were tightly closed, casting a shadow under the charming light. She was as delicate as a porcelain doll, with slightly messy hair, a few strands of hair stuck to her slightly open, moist lips. Fang Qingzhuo took the initiative to help twist away the troublesome hair.

Perhaps the itch was coming back, Luo Shu raised her finger and was eager to try, but before she could touch it, he stopped her: "You can't touch it because it's covered with medicine."

Unsatisfied, Luo Shu kept adjusting her sleeping position, her breathing disordered and her tone impatient: "It's uncomfortable."

"Then go to sleep."

"An eyepatch."

Fang Qingzhuo snorted, his demands were quite high.

Since there was no blindfold, he covered her eyes with his palms instead.

Satisfied, Luo Shu finally smiled and asked again: "Earplugs."

Fang Qingzhuo covered her ears again.

"SpongeBob."

"?"

This question was obviously beyond the scope of the syllabus and it really stumped the brave man. He tried to extend his arm with the same seriousness as if he was fixing a bug.

Sure enough, she fell asleep soundly with her head resting on his arm.

After this smooth process, Fang Qingzhuo had already caught a black carp. She couldn't help but imagine the whole process before she fell asleep at night. She was so immersed in the process that she didn't notice that the password lock outside the door was successfully unlocked.

As soon as Guan Siqi entered the room, he was shocked by the scene in front of him and shouted in a loud voice, "Oh my god, what's going on?"

Fang Qingzhuo immediately erased all his expressions, pulled out his arm, and quickly adjusted Luo Shu's clothes. He turned around, raised his index finger to his lips, and made a "hush" gesture to them.

Gu Yang, who was originally standing at the entrance, quickly passed Guan Siqi and saw with his own eyes who was lying on the sofa. He gritted his teeth and asked, "What are you doing?"

Fang Qingzhuo was calm and composed, and spoke frankly: "Coax her to sleep."

"Who was it last time that said I wouldn't pursue her, and now we're together in the blink of an eye?" Guan Siqi also caught up and took a bite of the fresh and hot melon.

"Not together."

Gu Yang: "Then why did she show up at your house so late at night?"

"An accident. I'll explain it later."

From the perspective just now, Luo Shu was holding half of Fang Qingzhuo's arm affectionately. He didn't refuse and even showed a sense of wanting more. Who would believe him if he said it was an accident?

There was a secret between the good brothers, and Gu Yang was relentless: "What can't be explained now?"

There was something veiled in his words, and Fang Qingzhuo spoke bluntly, "If you want an explanation, you have to consider whether the situation is appropriate. Do you have to wake her up and make her see that we are birds of a feather before you're satisfied?"

Guan Siqi tried to smooth things over: "Yes, Yangzi, isn't our plan to get Ah Zhu closer to Luo Shu?"

He pointed at the scene in front of him and said, "If it's like this, why not do it?"

But Gu Yang would never allow anything unexpected to happen. In order to nip it in the bud, it is always better to take precautions before it happens.

"Luo Shu was at your house, why didn't you tell us? If we hadn't come over tonight, how long were you going to keep it a secret?"

Compared to Gu Yang's aggressive distrustful attitude, Fang Qingzhuo showed disdain for argument: "Hide?"

"When do I need to report everything I say and do to you?"

"If you doubt me, no, let's put it another way, if you can't bear to part with her, then the worst that can happen is to stop here."

Guan Siqi jumped in: "Yangzi didn't mean that."

While remaining calm, Gu Yang's narrow eyes swept across the peaceful sleeping face in the corner of the sofa. The arm that had been holding Fang Qingzhuo's elbow drooped in the air along the edge of the sofa. He suppressed the nameless anger deep in his heart thoughtfully and composed himself: "I have no objection to you being on good terms with her, but I just want to remind you not to forget our purpose."

The noisy chatter in her ears made Luo Shu, who was half asleep, frown frequently. She turned over to lie flat and then to lie on her side.

Guan Siqi noticed: "Is she about to wake up?"

Fang Qingzhuo and Gu Yang's eyes immediately focused on the sofa in unison.

Luo Shu tossed and turned, but the sofa was too small to accommodate her fuss. Seeing that she was about to fall, Fang Qingzhuo was the closest and the one who reacted the fastest. He quickly reached out and caught the back of her head steadily, preventing her from hitting the floor tragically. Gu Yang was half a step behind her and barely caught her legs from behind.

The two big men lifted the feelingless Luo Shu in a tacit yet weird posture. Fortunately, she was not bumped at all. Instead, she hooked her arms around Fang Qingzhuo's neck and continued to sleep safely.

Gu Yang saw it all, and even though he was extremely reluctant, he had no choice but to swallow his pride and hand the person over to Fang Qingzhuo. He hid the disappointment that flashed in his eyes, withdrew his hand angrily, and handed the person over to Fang Qingzhuo, who took him to the bedroom to sleep.

As Fang Qingzhuo emerged from the bedroom, Guan Siqi, who was leaning against the doorframe, peeked in, his expression slightly regretful. "We've already lured her home, and there's still zero progress. Your charm, Fang Qingzhuo, has greatly diminished. Otherwise, I'd be the one to seduce her. Who knows, she might like my type."

As he rolled up his sleeves and prepared to go into the room, Fang Qingzhuo and Gu Yang slapped him on both sides of the face.

At midnight when the city seemed to have lost all its colors, Fang Qingzhuo, thirsty, climbed up from the second bedroom to drink water. He returned to the room in the dark, dazed, holding the half-empty cup. Less than half a minute after lying down, he heard a humming sound like a kitten's whimpering from somewhere.

He suddenly opened his eyes and straightened up. Moonlight seeped in through the window, illuminating the quilt that was raised like a small hill beside him.

When they opened the door, most of Luo Shu's face was sunken into the pillow, and she smacked her lips, vaguely indicating that she was asking for water.

Fang Qingzhuo was not alarmed by the extra person. He neither left nor paid any attention to her. He just glanced at the clock on the bedside table in a daze, then crawled back into bed without saying a word and turned his back.

Although he didn't want to share a bed with a drunk, he was too sleepy.

But someone was insistent, chirping like a sparrow on a telephone pole in spring. The sleepiness that had finally brewed was abruptly worn away by her. Annoyed, Fang Qingzhuo threw back the covers and grabbed the cup of water he had drunk from to feed her, until she was full.