Chapter 77: The Little Writer of the End of the World (Yuhui) 24 Okay...
This night can be said to be the difficulty of hell.
Song Qingqing was dizzy and was grabbed by Zhou Zhanyun and forced to attend a whole night of classes in the living room. She was forced to learn the basic experimental principles that a normal person would take half a year to learn. By the end, Song Qingqing didn't know what she was listening to. She was so sleepy that she felt like a mess.
But Zhou Zhanyun couldn't let her off so easily. After each group of knowledge points, he would ask Song Qingqing to do some exercises, and if she couldn't do them, he would teach her a lesson. At first, Song Qingqing would argue with him, saying that he couldn't use such violent teaching methods, which was wrong.
But it turned out that reasoning with Zhou Zhanyun was useless, so in the end Song Qingqing simply gave up trying to persuade Zhou Zhanyun and chose to pretend to be pitiful and shrink in the corner of the sofa with tears in her eyes. Seeing that he was unmoved, she carefully sat on his lap, put her arms around his neck and kissed the corner of his lips, and then just looked at him.
Zhou Zhanyun frowned and stared at him for a long moment before finally giving in. "I can spare you the punishment now, but if you make a mistake during the practical part of the experiment, the punishment won't be so simple."
Song Qingqing nodded hurriedly. Let’s talk about the punishment later. The most important thing is to escape from this situation.
Zhou Zhanyun tapped the table with the tip of his pen and looked up at the time. From the perspective of biological science, now is the best time to wash and rest. In accordance with the laws of biological life, he finally relented and let Song Qingqing go.
"Go take a shower and go to bed."
Hearing this, Song Qingqing came back to life instantly.
Song Qingqing, who was already in a daze and almost sleepy, responded and got up obediently to find the bathroom. She didn't realize that Zhou Zhanyun didn't prepare any clean clothes for her, and she didn't even notice that the bathroom door was made of translucent frosted glass. After she finished showering, Song Qingqing looked up at the empty clothes rack.
Only then did she realize that Zhou Zhanyun didn't seem to have prepared a bath towel or clothes for her.
Song Qingqing stood there and thought for a moment, imagining how Zhou Zhanyun would react if she walked out with water droplets hanging on her.
If Ye Si said so, he would probably ask her gently if she was not afraid of catching a cold; as for Zhao Zemu, a guy who looked like a large dog, it was obvious what he would do.
But Zhou Zhanyun........
For a moment, Song Qingqing really couldn't imagine such a situation. She even felt that it was not surprising that Zhou Zhanyun would look her up and down calmly as if she were an experimental sample. It was very consistent with Zhou Zhanyun's image.
Song Qingqing gave up this straightforward way of teasing, carefully opened the bathroom door a crack, and stuck her head out to see if Zhou Zhanyun was still in the living room. She remembered that there seemed to be a clean shirt on the back of the sofa, which should belong to Zhou Zhanyun.
She stuck her head out and looked around. She didn't see Zhou Zhanyun who was sitting on the sofa just now. She breathed a sigh of relief and ran out wet. Her slippers didn't fit her feet, so she ran very slowly and almost slipped. Water was dripping down her hair.
Before he could reach the sofa, he bumped into Zhou Zhanyun who was walking out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee.
Song Qingqing stood there in a daze.
Zhou Zhanyun also stopped. The freshly brewed coffee was still emitting hot steam. In the mist, his indifferent eyebrows and eyes actually looked a little softer.
He looked directly and coldly at the bewildered girl in front of him. Her skin was fair, and her cheeks were rosy from the warm steam. Her shoulders and knees were also pink, a bit like freshly made lychee-flavored cakes. Just a sip of it would melt in your palm like tears.
My throat feels a little dry for some reason.
Zhou Zhanyun lowered his eyes and took a sip of the coffee in his hand. The coffee tasted mellow and smooth, but a little astringent and bitter. It didn't taste very good. He glanced at the carpet that was wet into clumps and asked lightly, "No clothes?"
He had no idea that he hadn't prepared any spare towels or clothes for them.
Perhaps it was because he had never taken care of someone so personally before, so he had no idea of this.
Song Qingqing squatted down silently, her ears and cheeks burning hot. She whispered back, putting all the blame on Zhou Zhanyun: "You didn't prepare any clothes for me."
When she was with Ye Si before, she could act like a hands-off boss without any scruples. She had never been in such a mess before.
Zhou Zhanyun was stunned, his eyes fell on the squatting girl. Her long black hair was still wet and hanging on her body, and combined with her slim figure, she looked like a mermaid who had just crawled out of the sea.
Siren?
Zhou Zhanyun frowned, looking like a puppy that had been drenched in the rain. His fur was wet, his long eyelashes were stained with water droplets, and his eyes were black and round, looking very pitiful. He tilted his head back and looked pitifully at passers-by.
His ability to act pitiful has never changed, and he has become even more adept at it.
"Your clothes aren't here either." Zhou Zhanyun didn't seem to admit that it was his fault. Instead, he placed his coffee cup on the coffee table, turned around, took out a clean, disinfected towel from the cabinet nearby, and covered Song Qingqing with it. "Put on the shirt on the sofa first."
Song Qingqing, who was covered tightly with a bath towel, curled her lips under the towel.
No wonder Zhou Zhanyun remained single until the end of the original book. With his temper, it would be strange if anyone could tolerate him.
But Song Qingqing didn't dare to be so blunt. She silently wrapped herself in the bath towel, picked up the shirt on the sofa, and went back to the bathroom to change.
Zhou Zhanyun was tall, much taller than her, and his shirt just reached his knees.
Song Qingqing came out after changing her shirt. Zhou Zhanyun had already sat back in his original position on the sofa. He turned on his computer and browsed through his experimental data records expressionlessly. The light from the computer screen shone quietly on his face.
He seemed to be working, and Song Qingqing didn't want to disturb him, so she chose the empty seat next to Zhou Zhanyun and sat down.
The sinking feeling from the sofa next to him made Zhou Zhanyun pause for a moment. He frowned unhappily as his thoughts were interrupted, looked sideways, and then paused slightly.
Song Qingqing was sitting on the sofa doing nothing, with her hands on both sides of her body and her legs swinging slightly. She looked very relaxed. The temperature in the living room was just right, and it was so quiet that she couldn't help but doze off, her head nodding down from time to time, like a chicken pecking at rice.
The shirt did not fit the girl well. Even when the buttons on the collar were fully buttoned, they were still a little big. The hem of the shirt revealed a pair of slender white calves, on which there were still water droplets that had not been completely wiped clean, sliding quietly along the curve to the toes and then disappearing on the carpet.
The Adam's apple rolled slightly inadvertently.
But Zhou Zhanyun, expressionless, still withdrew his gaze indifferently. There was no extra emotion in his silver-gray eyes. He closed the computer and said, "Go to bed."
Suddenly, his cold voice came to her ears. Song Qingqing, who was awakened, turned her head and looked at him blankly. She looked up at the only room on the second floor and said, "Brother, can I sleep in your room?"
Zhou Zhanyun frowned after hearing this question. His residence was a single-person residence allocated by the Central Base Research Institute. Where else could she sleep if not in her own room?
"You want to sleep in the living room?"
Song Qingqing quickly shook her head. Who would want to sleep on the sofa when there is a bed?
After Zhou Zhanyun turned off the computer, he got up and prepared to take a shower. Suddenly, he heard Song Qingqing ask him in a low voice behind him.
"Brother...is this your shirt?"
Zhou Zhanyun turned his head, leaned against the door frame, and asked calmly, "Why? Or is it Ye's?"
As if remembering something, he suddenly said, "If I remember correctly, he's not as tall as me. Can't you tell the difference?"
As soon as these words came out, Song Qingqing was choked. She was so anxious that she couldn't speak, and even the tips of her ears turned red. She had never expected Zhou Zhanyun to say such straightforward words. She quickly shook her head to deny it.
The girl's soft and gentle rebuttal came to my ears.
"I have never worn Professor Ye's clothes..."
Ye Si would change her clothes into new ones every day, never the same ones twice, so he would never let her wear his clothes.
Hearing this, Zhou Zhanyun lowered his eyes and carefully observed Song Qingqing's expression, as if to see if she was lying. Seeing that she looked serious and did not seem to be lying, Zhou Zhanyun let her go lightly.
Although it was the first time that Zhou Zhanyun encountered Ye Si as his stand-in, and it did make him unhappy, a stand-in is still a stand-in and cannot surpass the real owner.
Zhou Zhanyun stopped talking and walked into the bathroom.
Song Qingqing sat bored on the sofa waiting for Zhou Zhanyun to come out. He had obsessive-compulsive disorder and mysophobia, so Song Qingqing didn't dare to open his room by herself.
There is always a faint cold fragrance at the tip of the nose, a bit like the smell of laundry detergent, but also like the cold smell mixed with disinfectant.
Song Qingqing lowered her head and smelled carefully, only to find that it was the smell of the shirt she was wearing. She couldn't help but move closer to confirm if it was this smell. She was so focused on searching that she didn't realize that Zhou Zhanyun had finished taking a shower and walked out quietly. He stood in front of her, quietly watching her sniffing carefully like a kitten.
Zhou Zhanyun suddenly asked, "Does it smell good?"
"Hmm!" Song Qingqing quite liked the taste, although she didn't know how it was made.
etc........
Song Qingqing was startled and loosened her grip on the hem of her shirt. When she looked up, she met Zhou Zhanyun's face.
A slightly sarcastic smile appeared on his expressionless face.
"How come I didn't know? When did you develop this hobby? Sniffing around like a kitten or puppy?"
Song Qingqing stood up quickly. She was a little dissatisfied with being called a kitten or puppy, but she didn't dare to express it clearly. After holding it in for a long time, she finally said, "You kissed me at the research institute today, didn't you..."
Is he similar to Ye Si, who likes to kiss kittens and puppies randomly?
Song Qingqing didn't have the courage to say the second half of the sentence, because Zhou Zhanyun showed a calm expression as if facing danger, and waited leisurely for her to finish the rest of the sentence.
Seeing that she was silent, Zhou Zhanyun asked, "Why are you silent?"
Song Qingqing didn't dare to say anything more, "I forgot."
Zhou Zhanyun remained unmoved. "You're holding back your words mid-sentence. That's not in line with human language habits."
Forgive her, Song Qingqing bit her lip, stood on tiptoe and kissed Zhou Zhanyun's chin affectionately, blinking at him innocently.
"Don't you like kissing me, brother?"
Her fingers gently scratched his palm, her voice soft as if she was acting coquettishly, "Qingqing will be very good, brother, can you kiss me again?"
He felt a tingling sensation in his palm. If he let her continue like this, it would undoubtedly disrupt his biological clock. Zhou Zhanyun picked her up with an expressionless face.
"sleep."
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