Wen Qing took out the textbook and looked around the classroom. Outside the window and door, he still couldn't find Yu Xing and Ji Yu.

Perhaps he saw what he was looking for, Sikong tapped the table lightly with his fingertips and said to him, "Only me."

Wen Qing was stunned and a little surprised.

Only Sikong?

He tilted his head to look at Si Kong, blinked, and asked in a low voice: "Is it twelve hours for you too?"

After saying that, Wen Qing took out his cell phone and checked his class schedule.

Today is Tuesday, and the classes are full from the first class in the morning to the last class in the afternoon.

Sikong looked at his profile and said casually, "Four hours."

Wen Qing's fingertips paused. Only four hours?

Three people, twelve hours.

One person, four hours.

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled as she remembered the program she saw on Io's computer.

Sikong, Yu Xing and Ji Yu all went out.

He realized that the three of them had probably discussed it and decided to split the time equally.

Wen Qing pursed her lips, bent her fingers, and unconsciously pressed her fingertips on the phone screen, and asked softly: "What about four hours later?"

Worried that Si Kong would be like the others, he looked up at Si Kong, grabbed his clothes, and added, "Don't change the subject."

Sikong stared into his eyes, which were filled with indescribable emotions.

Seeing Wen Qing staring at him, he said helplessly: "Maybe he should take a nap."

Wen Qing was stunned for two seconds and pursed his lips.

This answer is very vague.

He bit the pronunciation of the words and asked emphatically, "How long did you sleep like this?"

"Will he wake up, or will he sleep forever?"

Sikong couldn't help but raise his hand and ruffle his hair. He didn't answer the question directly, but asked: "Can't you bear to leave me?"

Wen Qing nodded calmly.

Sikong laughed again and said slowly: "If you can't bear to leave me, I will wake up."

"You've been his laborer for so long, you need to take a break."

Wen Qing knew that "he" referred to Yiou.

Judging from Sikong's tone, it was he who chose to rest, not Yio who forced him.

Wen Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

When I raised my eyes, I met Teacher Wang's gaze.

Wen Qing: “…”

He seemed to be a little engrossed in chatting with Sikong just now.

Wen Qing lowered his eyes in panic.

Fortunately, Mr. Wang did not pursue the matter and just said casually: "Listen carefully in class, this knowledge point will be tested."

Wen nodded lightly, quietly took out his cell phone and checked the time.

I can still stay with Sikong for another four hours.

After a while, when Teacher Wang was no longer paying attention to them finding a corner, Wen Qing turned sideways and asked Si Kong in a low voice: "After the class is over, should we skip class?"

"No need," Sikong tilted his head to look at him and said softly, "Don't you always want to return to the real world and study hard?"

"This is your first class since returning."

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, and asked in a low voice: "Don't you want to do something?"

Sikong said slowly: "There are many things I want to do."

“Experiencing your life is one of them.”

After that, he turned a page and reminded, "It's time to take notes."

Wen Qing hummed and wrote down the key points of the explanation.

Si Kong was sitting next to him. He couldn't concentrate on the lesson at all. What the teacher said went in one ear and out the other.

It was all thanks to Sikong who reminded me to take notes here and highlight the key points there.

Sikong listened more seriously than he did.

After being absent-minded for the entire class, Wen Qing was finally able to concentrate on the lesson in the second period.

However, when the teacher was talking nonsense, he would look at Sikong.

“…When I was a graduate student in the United States, my Chinese classmates were mainly divided into two categories…”

The teacher started talking nonsense again.

Wen Qing turned his head and looked at Si Kong.

Sikong was looking down at his other textbooks.

I don’t know what he saw, but the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

Wen Qing couldn't help but move closer and looked down at the textbook: "What are you laughing at?"

Sikong pointed to the economics homework and said to him, "You got this one wrong."

"The first half is correct, but the second half starts to go awry."

Wen Qing was puzzled: "Is it funny if you do something wrong?"

"It's not funny," Sikong lifted his eyelids, looked into Wen Qing's eyes, and said lightly, "It's cute."

He could imagine Wen biting the pen, thinking for a long time, and finally giving up and writing down an answer casually.

Wen Qing felt a little embarrassed by his gaze, and couldn't help but avoid his gaze, and said slowly: "How can you tell at a glance that I did something wrong?"

"Have you ever read a book like this?"

Sikong nodded and said calmly: "I'll watch it when I'm bored."

Wen Qing was surprised: "Are you bored too?"

Sikong asked back: "Why wouldn't I be bored?"

Wen Qing pursed his lips and whispered, "Don't you often appreciate the scenery or something?"

In his impression, Sikong was always enjoying the scenery when he had nothing to do and didn't look like he was bored.

Sikong stroked the pages of the book with his fingertips, his expression indifferent: "No matter how beautiful the scenery is, if you see it too many times, it will become ordinary."

"It takes a long time for animals and plants to change and evolve. In comparison, humans are more interesting."

“That’s why I like humans.”

As he spoke, he raised his eyelids and looked straight at Wen Qing.

Wen Qing was in a trance and had the illusion that Si Kong was confessing his love to her.

He stammered, "I-I like humans, too."

Sikong chuckled, and the laughter disappeared in a flash, so quickly that Wen Qing thought it was an illusion.

The next second, Sikong leaned over to his side, his movements natural and casual, and whispered in his ear, "I like humans, and I like you even more."

A cool breath brushed across her cheek, Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she clenched her pen.

Sikong's expression was not obvious. He had doubts, but thought he was overthinking.

He was not sure until he learned about the relationship between Sikong and Yiou.

After a long time, Wen Qing opened his mouth and wanted to say something.

Sikong sat beside him, with his eyelashes drooping, reading the book quietly.

It wasn't asking for his answer, it just seemed like he wanted to say that.

The morning was over quickly.

It seemed like Sikong was just there to accompany him to class, listen to the lectures together, and remind him to take notes. There was no excessive physical contact, nor did he do anything to disturb his studies.

Wen Qing felt a little guilty for being so obedient.

The last class was over and there was only one hour left.

Wen Qing quickly packed up his textbooks, put on his schoolbag, looked up and asked Si Kong: "Is there any place you want to go? Or anything you want to eat?"

Sikong glanced at the crowd of students outside the window and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Wen Wei frowned slightly, pursed his lips and said, "I can eat whatever I want anytime."

"I'm asking for your opinion now."

Sikong pondered for a moment, then changed his way of asking: "What do you usually eat?"

"I want to see the daily life of your world."

Wen Qing pursed her lips and said, "My daily routine is to eat in the cafeteria after class."

Sikong made the decision: "Let's go to the cafeteria."

At 11 o'clock in the morning, lunch time, the first floor of the cafeteria was crowded with people, and there were long queues at every food window.

From the window to the dining table and chairs.

With such a long queue, Sikong might not even be able to eat when his time comes.

Wen Qing directly pulled Sikong upstairs and said to him, "People order food upstairs, so there are not many people there."

The cafeteria has three floors, and the higher you go, the fewer people there are.

The third floor is more like a small restaurant than a cafeteria, with waiters and private rooms.

"Do you need a box?"

Wen Qing said without hesitation: "Yes."

The waiter took them into the box and handed them the menu.

Wen Qing quickly ordered the dishes and handed the menu to the waiter.

The waiter left and the box door was closed.

Only Wen Qing and Si Kong were left.

Wen Qing took a sip of water, then realized belatedly that Sikong wanted to experience his daily life.

But his daily routine does not include ordering food on the third floor.

Wen Qing turned his head to look at Si Kong and said dryly, "I have never been to the third floor before."

“This is the first time.”

"But to round it off, we still ate in the cafeteria."

Sikong was slightly startled, then grasped the key point: "First time?"

Wen nodded gently.

Sikong half closed his eyes and whispered, "It's the first time..."

Wen Qing blinked and said to him, "Although this is my first time here, I have heard from others about which dishes are delicious."

Sikong said slowly: "I suddenly want to make an excessive request."

Wen Qing thought for a moment and asked tentatively, "Don't you want to eat here?"

Sikong came closer to him, breathing heavily.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Here, now."