Ten minutes later, Chu Li changed into a pair of shorts, opened the door and walked out. At a glance, she saw Zhao Chuan sitting at the stairs with his back to her. He was holding a cell phone and tapping on it, and no one knew who he was talking to happily.

She opened the door and walked out without looking back.

Chu Li: "..."

Suddenly she remembered that day when the man was also leaning on the sofa, talking to someone seriously, without raising his head, not even giving her a glance... Chu Li paused, resisting the urge to kick the man down the stairs, and then told herself: Don't be jealous.

It’s not like I haven’t heard of a certain male author in the industry touring the country to hook up with readers. I’ve officially known Chuan for almost half a year. This guy stays at home every day, either walking the dog or having an affair with Jiang Yucheng. Apart from these two things, the rest is just looking at her and asking, “What are you eating tonight?”…

It's already excellent.

Don't you allow people to chat online?

As long as you don't delay submitting your manuscript, it's fine. Do you think that after living under the same roof for a long time, you will subconsciously mark the territory and forcefully think that the man is yours too? ... How can such a good thing happen?

Chu Li suppressed the sourness in her heart, adjusted her facial expression which had changed eight hundred times, and cleared her throat... When she lowered her eyes, she saw the man's hands paused while typing on his mobile phone. He immediately put away the phone and turned to look at her with a face full of reproach: "Peeking?"

Chu Li raised an eyebrow: "What did you not see? You have such a big head and you are blocking it strictly."

"Who has a big head?"

Zhuo Chuan protected his phone like a child, looked Chu Li up and down, and looked carefully at the shorts she was wearing, with a bright red patch on her knees. Finally, his eyes moved around the blue patch under her eyelids, and stopped. "Go downstairs, change the dressing, and then you can sleep... You don't have to go tomorrow morning, go directly to the printing factory to get the color in the afternoon."

Chu Li Black Question Mark Face: "……………………Why are you assigning me to work here?"

"It wasn't me who arranged it. Your colleague said so."

"I told you."

"Where?"

"WeChat."

"Then why are you - you're looking at my phone again!"

Zhuo Chuan didn't care that the man behind him was about to raise his eyebrows, and he kept sitting at the entrance of the stairs. He patted his back and said, "Come up, I'll carry you downstairs... Your phone has a message pop-up automatically, I think it's hard for you not to see it. Since I saw it, why don't I ask for leave for you?"

What a righteous tone.

Chu Li glared at Zhe Chuan, took out his own phone, logged into WeChat, and quickly looked through the chat history with Ah Xiang… When he saw the line [Ahhh, he’s delaying his submission again], Chu Li’s mind was filled with a variety of “fuck”s, and when he opened his mouth, he didn’t know whether to complain or remain silent: “………………You imitated my tone quite well, I really have that tone.”

Zhuochuan sneered.

As she spoke, she climbed onto the man's back. The man stood up with the help of the railing, and then carried her down the stairs as if she were wearing a piece of cloth... Chu Li lay on his back, and as the man's steps went downstairs, she tilted her head and said, "Thank you, teacher."

"You'll help me sell 350,000 overnight," the man said calmly, "If you can't sell it, just carry me around the neighborhood and pay off the debt."

Chu Li: "..."

Although the man's tone was cold, he was gentle when he placed her on the sofa... He reached out and chased away Ergouzi, who wanted to come over and sniff the wound on Chu Li's knee. The man turned around to get the medical kit and sat down next to Chu Li. The two sat side by side for a while, and no one spoke.

A minute later, Zhuochuan glanced at the medicine box and said, "If we continue to sit like this, it will be dawn soon."

“…”

"leg."

Chu Li moved, and finally returned to his original sitting position;

Zhuo Chuan glanced at her, grabbed her legs, lifted her up and twisted her legs 30 degrees, and put her on his legs. Chu Li was barefoot, and her heels stepped on the other thigh of the man. The temperature was transmitted through her pants: "No, no, no, ouch——"

When Chu Chuan bent down to take the alcohol, her foot slipped and stepped on the man's inner thigh.

Chu Li blushed and cried out "Ouch!", and Zhu Chuan quickly straightened up: "Did I bump into you?"

The first gift is shaking your head.

Zhuo Chuan's expression changed instantly: "Then what are you making a fuss about?"

Chu Li continued to shake his head and tried to move his legs silently, but was held down again: "Don't move."

The man's warm, dry hands were placed on her calves. Chu Li didn't even dare to move her hair... She stared blankly, watching the man wet a piece of cotton with alcohol. As the alcohol dripped down his fingertips, Chu Li grabbed the pillow on the sofa.

When the knees were pressed down with the three sensations of coolness, heat and wetness, Chu Li buried her face deeply in the pillow, feeling that she was going to die in the next second!

"Mmmmm..."

The little paws that were gripping the pillow tightened and tightened, until the fingertips were bloodless. When the dizzying pain eased a little, Chu Li took off the pillow with a gasp, looked at Er Gouzi, who had retreated step by step to a position as far as the entrance because of the commotion here, and sighed: "Teacher, I suggest that if you don't know how to deal with external injuries correctly, you might as well not keep a pretentious medical kit at home. Anyway, you don't know how to--"

The word "use" has not yet been implemented.

The man raised his head and looked at her, and her heart was suddenly choked back into her stomach.

Zhuo Chuan: "Isn't it easier to say 'thank you' than to say these hypocritical words?"

……………………saying one thing and thinking another.

………………………………The problem is, I’m not saying one thing and thinking another, boss.

Chu Li bit her back teeth, opened her mouth, looked at the alcohol dripping down her knees, and said to the man who almost took half of her life: "Thank you, teacher."

When Xichuan let her go, Chuli quickly moved her legs parallel to each other and picked up the wet cotton with two fingers. The cotton was still dripping wetly, just like her heart that was now dripping with blood. She threw the cotton away and didn't dare to bother Xichuan anymore. Chuli wiped the alcohol off her legs with cotton, while the man watched beside her.

He also interferes and makes absurd remarks from time to time that are not in line with common sense.

"Are you embroidering? How long will it take to clean the wound if you rub it like this?"

"I see your pants are torn. Why don't you open them to see if there are any gravel or sand particles? Be careful that the wound heals and the stones grow into the flesh."

"Do you know how to do it? You are so careful but your hands are still shaking. If not, let me do it. I have an alcohol lamp and tweezers..."

Alcohol lamp and tweezers!

What do you need these for?

In chemistry class!!!

Chu Li was on the verge of tears, she lowered her head and ignored him, letting him talk on and on as if she was ready to take over at any time... Her legs were her own, she cherished them the most.

In order to distract Zhuchuan and prevent him from thinking about alcohol and tweezers, Chu Li made up a conversation to divert the man's attention: "Teacher, when I was helping you find your ID card the other day, I found a draft of a new Oriental fantasy book on your desk. It seems to be a romance novel. Can you write romance novels?"

The voices beside him suddenly quieted down. Chu Li raised his head curiously and found that the man was looking at him strangely. He paused and said lightly, "It's written for fun."

Chu Li did not suspect anything, lowered his head and continued to clean up his wounds: "Romance novels are not something that any grown man can write well. In my opinion, male authors are always good at world view and big settings; but delicate things like love are still left to girls. When grown men write, the straight man flavor will easily come over... Well, unless you have been in love before. Teacher, have you ever had a earth-shaking love with someone before?"

Chu Li just asked casually.

Unexpectedly, the man thought about it and said in a calm tone, "Yes."

“…”

Chu Li paused as she cleaned the wound, and the corners of her lips, which were originally slightly raised, stiffened - she subconsciously felt that she seemed to have dug a hole for herself to jump into - the sour feeling she had just had when she stood on the stairs and watched the man concentrating on texting someone came back to her again.

Chu Li adjusted the stiffness on her face, threw away the alcohol cotton, pulled her hair back, glanced at Zhu Chuan, and smiled: "Who is it? You send text messages mysteriously every day, are you sending them to your girlfriend?"

Zhuo Chuan had no expression on his face: "It happened when I was in school."

Next, Chu Chuan told Chu Li about his love story in middle school -

Simply put, it's about good students and bad students. That girl is an art student, studying ballet. Because she often goes abroad for performances and rehearsals, her studies are not good, especially in science. So it's natural that she was arranged to sit at the same table with Chu Chuan...

Originally, the two of them didn’t see each other very often. When she was in the final year of high school, she came to class every day. Whenever she had questions, she would ask Zhuo Chuan. Those questions were often quite stupid.

But Zhuochuan did not laugh at her because she was pretty, and taught her out of mercy.

That girl is simply the goddess in the hearts of half of the boys in the school; she also has a best friend, and that best friend is the goddess in the hearts of the other half of the boys in the school... These two girls, one is a literary and the other is a martial artist, one is a poor student studying dance, and the other is a top student studying swordsmanship, and they both fell in love with Mr. Zhaochuan.

Chu Li: "..."

It's so ridiculous.

First Li: "Go on, go on."

Passing notes during class and putting snacks in the desk are all trivial matters——

One summer, during a physical education class, it suddenly started to rain heavily. At that time, Chu Chuan’s classmate, who was a ballet goddess, was wearing little and caught a cold after turning on the air conditioner in the classroom. Chu Chuan lent her his school uniform. After she took the uniform, she blushed and put it on amid the encouragement of other students in the class...

What follows is a vulgar confession: be together.

Then one day during class, the ballet goddess' best friend passed a note to Chuan, which read: I like you too, what should I do?

Zhuo Chuan turned around and looked at the girl. She lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking about. There was a bandage on her hand. I heard that she accidentally broke it while she was distracted while dancing with the sword.

Chu Li: “What are you going to do?”

Chu Chuan: “What can I do?”

Chu Chuan continued to talk about his "little things about first love", saying that he went shopping with a ballet girl and bought her sweets because she loved sweets and didn't gain weight;

When I went to see her performance, I sat in the front row and watched her perform Ogilia in Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake. She shocked the audience with her 32-beat whip-twirl, standing on tiptoe with her skirt flying.

Watching her practicing alone under the lonely light, her slender neck was raised into a proud arc.

"…And then?"

Chu Li raised his hand and touched his neck, then lowered his head to look at his legs which were bruised and bruised from the fall. He swallowed and wanted to die.

She turned her head and glanced at the expressionless and handsome face of the man, who continued to throw dog food at her.

As the senior year of high school is coming to an end, Chu Chuan is preparing to make a bid for the top spot in the college entrance examination with scores that are several points above the first-tier line in three simulations. The ballet goddess also begins to prepare to apply for her favorite foreign art university with her gorgeous resume...

Until one day, she was involved in a car accident on her way home from school, and she never stood up again;

On the same day, her best friend, the sword-dancing goddess, was found fainted on the stage and was taken to the hospital and diagnosed with leukemia!

First Li: “………………………………………………”

Chu Li's sour heart seemed to be soaked in a caustic soda solution. The acid and alkali were neutralized instantly and he regained his calm.

Chu Li: "We only need an abortion plot, so we can start filming the third part of Gardenia Blossoms."

Zhuochuan glanced at her and said nothing.

"Where is the Ballerina now?"

"I haven't decided yet... a kindergarten teacher? It fits Kexin's character of a gentle, independent, and strong female character very well."

"Ke Xin, you only gave her a name when she was in the hospital at the end of the story, right?!" Chu Li threw the alcohol cotton in her hand at the man's face, "Come on! You're still a kindergarten teacher!"

The man took it back and said, "You look so touched. You even said that men can't write romance novels... It's not a big deal to fool a little girl like you!"

Am I touched?

Open your dog eyes and see clearly, I am——

...Mad.

never mind.

"Get out!" Chu Li said, "Get out!!!"