The two were playfully bickering; if outsiders saw them, they would definitely think they had an extremely close relationship.

Xiangyang was tickled and laughed so hard he almost choked. He struggled and twisted, frantically begging for mercy: "Uncle Qin, I won't do it again! I won't do it again!"

Qin Gang was afraid of scaring him, which would not be fun, so he patted him on the waist and let him go.

Xiangyang's eyes were filled with tears as she laughed, but she was still unconvinced. She scooped up a big spoonful of fried rice, stuffed it into her mouth in front of him, snorted, grabbed her test paper, and ran back to her room.

Qin Gang ignored him, ate the rest of the food, and went back to his room to sleep without washing the dishes.

Xiangyang was lying on the bed, folding his test papers one by one.

Seeing Qin Gang return, Xiang Yang suddenly remembered something and asked him, "Uncle Qin, do you have a cell phone? Can I use it?"

Qin Gang: What are you doing with your phone?

Xiangyang smiled at him, with a hint of probing, afraid that he might be unhappy, "Search for the answers to a few questions."

Qin Gang took out his phone and tossed it to him, "Don't you have a phone yourself?"

Xiangyang caught it immediately, beaming with joy, "Not yet! After I finish the postgraduate entrance exam, I'll find a job. If there's anything left after deducting tuition and accommodation fees, I'll buy a better cell phone."

Xiangyang spoke with great anticipation.

Qin Gang looked at his radiant profile, then leaned closer and placed a hand on his shoulder.

Xiangyang, who was busy taking pictures of the questions, was completely unaware.

Qin Gang sat on the bed, wrapped his arms around his shoulders from behind, and then reached around to the front. His rough thumb brushed against his lips and then pinched his chin without making a sound. He said with some disdain, "You kid, are you sure you can get into graduate school?"

Xiangyang, who was busy searching for answers to her questions, thought that the man had only accidentally touched her lips and didn't pay much attention. She dodged the man's grip on her chin and said with a smug look in her eyes, "Of course! Taking the postgraduate entrance exam is a piece of cake!"

Qin Gang looked at the smug young man and withdrew his hand slightly.

Suddenly, Xiang Yang paused and abruptly turned to look at Qin Gang.

Qin Gang frowned slightly when he was suddenly looked at like that.

Xiangyang looked conflicted and asked suspiciously, "Uncle Qin, did you... wash your hands just now?"

Qin Gang was teasing him, giving him a knowing look.

Xiangyang's jaw dropped. He was so disgusted he wanted to die. He let out a wail and lunged at Qin Gang, wanting to take revenge on him.

"Ah—Uncle Qin—you're going to die—"

Qin Gang was caught off guard and was actually knocked onto the bed.

Xiang Yang had just grabbed Qin Gang's neck when Qin Gang tickled his armpit, and he immediately collapsed, unable to muster any strength.

But he was also a stubborn man who refused to admit defeat. Although he would beg for mercy, he would attack again as soon as Qin Gang relaxed his guard.

Qin Gang was happy to tease him, treating it like playing with a cat.

In the end, Xiangyang's face turned bright red from being teased so much that she squatted down under the bed and stared at him with her wet eyes.

Qin Gang sat on the bed with ease, took out a cigarette, lit it, and bit the filter. His fierce face was both roguish and cheeky.

Xiangyang couldn't outplay him, so he said, "I'm not playing with you anymore!"

After saying that, Xiangyang wiped his mouth, muttered something, sat back down, and continued searching for answers.

Qin Gang, biting his filter, watched him with amusement, but then, feeling unsatisfied, he kicked him in the waist, deliberately provoking him.

But good students need to study, so they tolerated it and simply ignored him.

Qin Gang felt bored and lay on the bed with his arm as a pillow, waiting for the good student to finish the questions.

What's the point of studying!

Qin Gang grew increasingly annoyed by studying, and finally, unable to wait any longer, he went to sleep feeling utterly unsatisfied.

Xiao Guai: "Xiangyang, it seems like they weren't affected."

Xiangyang: "This takes time; it's not that easy."

"Ding! Qin Gang's antisocial index: 92%!"

Xiao Guai was shocked: "What happened?!"

Xiangyang remained calm and communicated with Xiaoguai telepathically: "It's just like taking an exam. Whether you get one point or two, there's no difference. As long as his index is above 60%, it doesn't mean much. Fluctuations are normal, so don't make a fuss."

"Oh..." Little Guai thought to herself, who exactly is the system?

Qin Gang ignored him and went to sleep on his own.

Xiao Guai actually watched as Xiang Yang diligently completed each question, even taking notes and compiling a list of the questions he couldn't answer. In the end, even Xiang Yang couldn't hold on any longer and shut down.

After Xiangyang finished, she held her phone and looked at Qin Gang with some hesitation. After hesitating for a while, she put her legs on the bed, supported herself with her hands, and walked towards Qin Gang.

Xiang Yang leaned closer to Qin Gang's face and called out hesitantly, "Uncle Qin...?"

The boy's warm breath brushed against Qin Gang's face.

Qin Gang did not react.

Xiangyang called out in a breathy voice again, "Uncle Qin, are you... are you asleep?"

Qin Gang still did not react.

Helpless, Xiangyang had no choice but to tiptoe out of bed and "rummage through drawers and cabinets".

Qin Gang lay on the bed, bent one leg, and squinted at him.

In the end, Xiangyang still couldn't find the charger.

Turning his head to glance at Qin Gang, who was still asleep, Xiang Yang had no choice but to return to the bed. He leaned close to Qin Gang's face again, his gentle breath brushing against Qin Gang's face for a long time, without uttering a single word.

Qin Gang was almost ready to react and was about to open his eyes when Xiang Yang hesitantly spoke.

"Uncle Qin, your phone is about to die, and I can't find a charger..."

Another moment of hesitation.

"Uncle Qin, your sofa is so small... Can I sleep in the bed instead?"

"Uncle Qin, if you find out tomorrow, please go easy on me when you beat me, okay?"

"Uncle Qin, I'll cook for you tomorrow morning~"

"Uncle Qin, I'm going to sleep now~"

Xiangyang carefully lay down beside him, yawned, and fell asleep.

Qin Gang opened his eyes, then slowly bent one leg, pressed the back of his hand against his eyes, and grinned, almost bursting out laughing.

Good students are quite interesting too.

But after laughing for a while, Qin Gang fell silent.

He shared Chen Jiao's thoughts.

Qin Gang turned over and looked at Xiangyang's body with a dark expression.

But he wanted to take his time.

"Ding! Qin Gang's Antisocial Index: 100%!"

This notification startled Xiao Guai awake. "Xiang, Xiangyang! What did you send?!"

Xiangyang had his back to Qin Gang, his eyes expressionless, but a chill ran down his spine. He tried to comfort Xiaoguai with his thoughts: "Don't be afraid, go to sleep."