16 What was their relationship like?
◎Traveling through a book is possible, so what else is impossible◎
"Ah... be responsible..."
The promise came too abruptly. Song Qiuzhen didn't understand what he meant by saying this. It seemed like an unnecessary promise. After holding it in for a long time, she couldn't help it and stood up and turned around in front of Lu Yancheng.
"Mr. Lu, did you see it?"
"What?" Faced with his strange behavior, Lu Yancheng looked puzzled.
"Look at me, I'm a man." Song Qiu deliberately straightened his Adam's apple, "Maybe I'm not as handsome as you, and I can't beat you with my small body, but I'm really a man."
"What responsibility do you have for me as a man? I won't get pregnant. Even if I can get pregnant, I can still choose to be a single father after giving birth to the child. Who says I have to get married or find someone to take responsibility?"
Lu Yancheng: “…”
The straight masculine aura that came from him choked Lu Yancheng, and he felt helpless, like a scholar meeting a soldier.
"Mr. Lu, what do you think?"
Facing his speech that wanted him to comment on his straight male thinking, Lu Yancheng was silent for a long time before uttering three words, "It's okay."
"Okay then, I'll... oh no, let me explain one more thing."
Now that the conversation was over, Song Qiu became cheerful again and took the initiative to talk about his previous behavior of throwing himself into someone's arms. "At that time, the system contacted me because it required me to be close to you, so I stuck to you. At that time, I thought that being close would be enough, but I didn't expect the conditions to be so improper. It caused trouble for Mr. Lu."
"It's not a big deal. Just be honest next time."
"Okay, Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu is worthy of being Mr. Lu, he is magnanimous." Song Qiu flattered him again, and then left the study in a good mood.
As soon as he left, Lu Yancheng leaned back on the sofa and rubbed his brows.
I can't describe what I feel, but I just feel that something is wrong with Song Qiu, as if something is wrong with me too. From the moment Song Qiu appeared, it was as if some program was triggered. For no apparent reason, I always think about things that I would never be interested in before.
If Song Qiu had really agreed to do that mission together...
Lu Yancheng didn't dare to think about what would happen next. His upbringing didn't allow him to be a beast, but there was still a certain difference between not allowed and absolutely not allowed.
What is this?
Lu Yancheng opened his eyes and looked towards the seat where Song Qiu had just sat.
Is this also a kind of plot power? Is the kid actually a master at pretending to be a straight man and playing the pig to eat the tiger to deliberately lure him?
It can't be some clichéd love at first sight.
Lu Yancheng didn't understand the plot, but he knew himself. Even if it was love at first sight, he would never make any responsible promises on impulse.
After thinking it over, he still felt that it was Song Qiu's problem. After all, he had no way of being sure that what Song Qiu said was true, and he also did not rule out the possibility that Song Qiu was actually here to conquer him.
So... surveillance in the second bedroom is very necessary.
Because of these suspicions, Lu Yancheng carefully observed Song Qiu for a week. Apart from the time the two of them spent together every day, he would watch through the surveillance camera to see what Song Qiu was doing in the bedroom when he had nothing to do.
Then he unexpectedly discovered that Song Qiu had many habits similar to his.
For example, going to bed at 10 o'clock and getting up at 6 o'clock, or leaving on the bedside lamp to read for a while before going to bed. There are many similar things.
The thing that cannot be explained by coincidence is... the strange habit when making tea.
Song Qiu made tea for him in the tea room on the weekend. At first, Lu Yancheng thought he was trying to please his boss, until he saw him tapping the tea pet's head with his right index finger.
"Hey? Sister-in-law, you read really carefully." Lu Yang laughed beside him, "I don't know where my brother got this habit from. He looks quite serious, but he always knocks on the head of his tea pet when he makes tea. It's weird."
"Boss Lu is like this too?" Song Qiu looked up at Lu Yancheng in surprise. "This habit is not mentioned in the book. I knocked on its head to wake it up. Why, Boss Lu?"
Lu Yancheng's eyes were thoughtful under the pressure, "It's just a habit."
Although he himself doesn't know when he developed this habit, which seems childish and boring, it seems to have always been like this. Now that he thinks about it, when he was a child, he followed his elders to learn how to make tea, but his elders didn't teach him this unnecessary and childish step.
"That's quite a coincidence."
Song Qiu handed him a cup of tea with a smile, "I thought I was the only one like this. When I was in college, I took a tea art class as an elective. The teacher was very interesting. He told us that tea pets are like pets. They have souls and thoughts. When you make tea, let them wake up and they will make your tea taste better."
"Okay, okay, your teacher is quite abstract." Lu Yang was very outgoing and started to complain about the weird teachers in his school. "We have an old professor..."
The two of them were of the same age, and soon they were chatting animatedly. Lu Yancheng's gaze moved from Song Qiu's smiling eyes to the hand holding the teacup, and finally to the cup of tea placed on his left hand in front of him.
He does everything else with his right hand except drinking tea with his left hand, because sometimes he holds documents in his right hand to read.
"Does the book mention my tea-drinking habits?"
"Ah?" Song Qiu was slightly stunned by his sudden question. "Mr. Lu, do you have any habits? The book doesn't describe it in such detail. How about you tell me now? I promise to remember it right away."
"No." Lu Yancheng shook his head, ignoring the doubt in Song Qiu's eyes, picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea.
There is no such coincidence in the world. Either there is really something wrong with Song Qiu, or... they have met before.
Lu Yancheng looked at the child who was talking and laughing with Lu Yang calmly, and was more inclined to believe that the answer was the latter, because many things could be explained by this, including his inexplicable affection for Song Qiu.
If traveling through a book is possible, what else is impossible?
Maybe even the other person who helped him that he vaguely remembered in his dream existed, or maybe that person was...
Lu Yancheng gently stroked the teacup with his fingertips, unsure whether this guess could be verified, or whether Song Qiu himself knew the answer. He was full of interest and desire to explore this unknown and uncontrollable thing.
Song Qiu was chatting with Lu Yang when he suddenly felt a chill on his back for no apparent reason. He touched his back and looked at the air conditioner not far away, looking confused.
The temperature isn't low, why is it suddenly a bit cold?
"Song Qiu."
"Mr. Lu." Song Qiu was suddenly called and immediately pushed aside the chattering Lu Yang and walked over. "Mr. Lu, what can I do for you?"
"Write me a copy of all the information about me in the book." Lu Yancheng paused and added an additional condition, "Handwritten."
"What are you doing?" Song Qiu was a little confused. "Mr. Lu, don't you know your detailed information?"
"Curious." Lu Yancheng said seriously, "I want to see what the book describes me as. It will be more helpful to break the plot."
This really makes sense. Song Qiu nodded repeatedly, "Okay, Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu, you are so smart!"
"Is this still possible?"
Lu Yang sighed from behind, then quickly approached Song Qiu, "Sister-in-law, give me one too..."
"No."
Lu Yang: “…”
"Um... Xiao Qiu, since I'm the protagonist, can you write one for me as well?"
Song Qiu didn't allow him to call her sister-in-law, but he never learned his lesson. This time, when he asked Song Qiu for help, he changed his words in a second, showing how flexible he was.
Song Qiu was finally satisfied now, and smiled politely, "Okay, Mr. Lu."
He didn't mind that Lu Yang had increased his workload. After all... the information about Lu Yang in the book was less than half of that about Lu Yancheng, so he could just write a few lines and finish it.
Lu Yancheng is a very generous boss. During this week, Song Qiu has figured out that as long as Lu Yancheng assigns extra work, he will get a bonus if it is completed successfully. Therefore, his work efficiency is quite high. He took a folder to hand in the work that night.
"Mr. Lu, this is your share."
After that, he took out a piece of paper and handed it to Lu Yang who was waiting excitedly, "Mr. Lu, this is yours."
Lu Yang: ? ? !
He took the page and read it over and over again. When he confirmed that there were only three lines, he completely broke down. He snatched the document from Lu Yancheng's hand and almost cried when he turned to the eighth page.
"No, I'm the protagonist! I only have three lines as the protagonist, and my brother is the villain. You've written more than eight pages, and you're not finished yet?!"
Song Qiu spread his hands helplessly, "It's none of my business. That's what the author wrote. I wrote down everything I know."
"impossible!"
Lu Yang simply couldn't accept this reality. "No author would write like this. Whose protagonist would only have this little information? The cannon fodder in TV dramas has more information than me!"
"It is really written like this. I have read this book carefully so many times, there is absolutely no mistake."
No matter how Song Qiu explained, Lu Yang could not accept this reality. The middle school boy originally felt very cool because he was the protagonist, but now he was almost depressed to the point of autism. In the end, he walked away with his page of paper with his head hung, and even his back showed that he had lost all hope in life.
While the two of them were making a fuss, Lu Yancheng had carefully checked all the information Song Qiu had written to him. After confirming that there were no details that he had discovered, he looked at Song Qiu with more and more interest.
Because what Lu Yang said is right, no author would write like this. The protagonist’s information is not as much as the villain’s, so can he still be called the protagonist?
Unless there are many of Song Qiu’s own memories in it, mixed with Song Qiu’s memory of the plot, or Song Qiu’s understanding of him does not entirely come from the original work, but also from his understanding of him after getting along with him.
"Well written, clear and well organized, with a 50,000 yuan bonus."
He vaguely understood the truth that might be hidden, but did not tell Song Qiu. Instead, he generously increased the bonus from only 20,000 to 30,000 each time to 50,000.
Song Qiu was stunned for a moment, then quickly bowed to him at a 90-degree angle, "Thank you, Mr. Lu!"
As expected of the ancient Greek god in charge of bonuses! He really increases the bonuses!
Lu Yancheng raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "What are your hobbies? It's the weekend today, I can take you out to play."
He needed to verify his guess. There wouldn't be just a few details worthy of doubt. As long as he spent more time with Song Qiu, he believed that other details would slowly emerge.
If the speculation is true, then Song Qiu knows him so well, and he also has little habits that shouldn't appear on him, but are similar to Song Qiu's. Even the two of them have the same schedule. They used to...
What could be the relationship?
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