Greed & Laziness (12)
Song Shu pushed Qin Sang away, his ears burning: "Even if you don't like him, you can't talk like that."
Qin Sang frowned: "How should I speak? I speak normally."
Song Shu: “…”
Song Shu felt that the Song Yinxing in front of him was fake. Was this his brother in high school? Although it felt magical, this Song Yinxing was also very good. He understood his brother better.
Song Shu and Qin Sang walked home.
Away from the monastery, Qin Sang yawned several times again: "Are you used to the work in the monastery? Someone from the government contacted me today and said they can help me find a job."
Song Shu: "Huh? Someone from the government came to visit?"
Qin Sang nodded.
Song Shu thought about what Ji Ting said today. Maybe Ji Ting asked someone to communicate, after all, Ji Ting just told him about this today.
So he nodded and said, "I think it's fine. No need to bother changing it again."
The monastery is certainly dangerous for vampires, but this is also one of the suspicious points about him. It is not mentioned in the background who asked the government to arrange for him to work in the monastery, and Ji Ting can't find out, maybe this is an important clue.
Song Shu was pondering when suddenly his hand was held by Qin Sang.
His brother in high school was much more blunt: "Why?"
"I said before that I was interested in murder cases. I feel like I can find out more by staying in the monastery."
Song Shu didn't want to hide it. Between him and Qin Sang, he still wanted to be the one who had the final say. Because one of the agreements between him and his brother was that no matter what happened, they should not hide anything from each other.
Qin Sang did not let go of Song Shu's hand, but instead interlocked their fingers. He was very sleepy, but he walked at a pace that accommodated Song Shu.
"Where have you found out now? What do you want to know?"
The moon was high in the sky. Song Shu stepped on Qin Sang's shadow and said, "I was found to be the one. Ji Ting said that the dead might be related to me."
Qin Sang stepped back, his voice scattered: "What do you mean it has something to do with your Sen*night*organization."
Song Shu thought for a moment and said, "He thinks those people have a crush on me."
After saying this, Song Shu looked at Qin Sang's expression. Qin Sang was not surprised: "Well, then what?"
Song Shu shook his head: "And then nothing happened."
Qin Sang scratched his palm and yawned sleepily: "It's been four days since the last victim died. Do you think the murderer has given up killing people?"
Song Shu had also asked Ji Ting this question today. When he heard it again, he suddenly thought of a more serious question - both he and Ji Ting's deductions about the murderer were based on the fact that the murderer loved him/Qiao Qing, had a perverted possessiveness towards him/Qiao Qing, and was displeased with the deceased's perverted behavior before his death, so he killed the deceased. Based on the current clues, Ji Ting is more inclined to think that he is the candidate.
But...if she has a perverted possessiveness towards him, then wouldn't Qin Sang be in danger too? Qin Sang has always been the person closest to him, so why is no one jealous of Qin Sang?
It may be a bit narcissistic to say this, but Song Shu was just speculating and analyzing the case, and there was not much meaning in it. Similarly, if we apply this to Qiao Qing, why didn't the people close to Qiao Qing get hurt?
It's very strange, why did the murderer only kill perverts? Could it be to protect him? Or is he a cuckold?
Song Shu felt like his brain was going to burn. He asked the question and then asked, "Do you feel like there's something wrong around you recently? Is someone following you?"
Qin Sang looked at him calmly: "I am the top student in the first grade physical training class. Even the third graders can't beat me."
Song Shu: “…”
Qin Sang is lazy every day and sleeps for up to 25 hours, but he is the first in the physical training class?
Song Shu felt a dimensionality reduction attack. He looked at Qin Sang's body, which was slender and firm, like a sharp blade that had been unsheathed, thin but powerful.
Song Shu couldn't help but lower his head and touch the soft flesh on his belly.
Qin Sang added: "Don't you feel it? I have good physical strength."
Song Shu: "...You are not allowed to speak in an imperial tone."
He didn't even connect it to that aspect!! And Qin Sang asked seriously what on earth he was trying to do!
Song Shu was shocked by his high school brother's ability to say dirty words with a cold face.
Qin Sang: "I'm not like this to everyone."
Song Shu: "If you do this to everyone, I'm going to call the police."
Qin Sang smiled and said, "Father, we are the same age."
"I really like this kind of conversation between close friends without any sense of distance."
Don't ever mix him up with that old man again.
Song Shu didn't know that he was making up stories about Song Yinxing in his mind, so he muttered, "Stop calling me nicknames."
I always feel it's weird to call my brother father casually.
The topic was unconsciously diverted, but Song Shu didn't notice it. When he returned home and finished the dinner prepared by Qin Sang before eating, Song Shu realized that his peers were actually very capable.
Song Shu wasn't actually keen on this sort of thing, but he couldn't resist the heat of his prints.
High school brothers, like adult brothers, don't talk much at this time. They express intimacy more through physical interaction.
Qin Sang rubbed his belly, which was white and fleshy, and smiled: "There's nothing wrong with being a little softer."
Song Shu couldn't help it and kicked him.
Qin Sang grabbed Song Shu's feet and put them against his chest. His dark skin made Song Shu look even whiter.
Song Shu felt that he still couldn't get out of his straight male mindset. He felt a little ashamed and a little exasperated: "Hurry up!"
Qin Sang was so sleepy that she was about to fall asleep, but she was still very energetic.
555 was locked up in a small dark room for a whole night. When he came out of the green database, his face was pale and he ate data snacks like crazy to restore his body.
Song Shu felt very sleepy, but he didn't expect Baby Face to come to him again. This time he was blocked at the door again. He didn't know what he said to the students in the front row before he was let in.
The baby-faced man was a little anxious. He put the milk on the table first, then looked at him: "Song Shu, can you come out? I have something to tell you."
Song Shu wanted to ask, you and Qiao Qing have been arguing for so long and you haven't reconciled yet, why do you still treat him as a part of the play? He really drank enough milk these days.
The complaints in her heart were like a galloping alpacas, but Song Shu still followed Baby Face out to the corridor so that Baby Face could talk.
The moment he stood up, several pairs of eyes in the class followed suit.
It was not a simple gaze, but an emotional one, exploring and suppressing many negative emotions mixed together, turning into empty and dark pupils.
Song Shu followed the baby-faced man out. The rest of the people, except Qin Sang who was sleeping on his stomach, exchanged glances with each other.
——Song Shu, did you really discover something? Besides Sui Yue, who else could be the informer?
…
Song Shu stood opposite the baby-faced boy, waiting for him to speak.
He had a blank expression on his face and a cold gaze. This put pressure on Baby Face, and he bit his fingers anxiously: "I saw someone following you yesterday, more than one person."
Song Shu was really a little sleepy, and there was a baby-faced man standing opposite him. He suppressed the urge to yawn, touched the corners of his eyes, and lowered his eyes: "Well, I understand."
Tracking is not a big deal, but it is tracking. In two simple words, big, small...
【What nonsense are you talking about.】
Song Shu couldn't help but complain: "I'm so sleepy."
He really wanted to finish the battle with Baby Face quickly: "Anything else?"
Polite yet distant.
The baby-faced man didn't know what he had imagined from Song Shu's reaction. He lowered his head in shame and said, "I wasn't following you. I just saw you by chance."
He always felt that Song Shu was very different today, and his eyes would feel burned if he looked at her for a second longer.
Song Shu seemed to have a sweet smell. If I had to compare it to something, it would be like just getting off someone else's bed, emptying your mind, and being indifferent to the time. This was different from the usual indifference, which made people angry and gnashing, but now it was lazy, and the indifferent shell melted a little, revealing the inner part that made people explore.
The baby-faced man blushed at his own imagination. He lowered his head and tugged at the corner of his clothes, rubbing his fingers red: "I feel like those people are perverts. You better be careful."
It's also perverted that you suddenly said this, but fortunately he has met enough perverts, so he is not too surprised.
Song Shu didn't seem to care too much, and his answer seemed like he had been distracted for a long time and responded slowly.
The baby-faced man was a little disappointed. He kept looking at Song Shu, but Song Shu thought his response was not enough and added: "I will pay attention."
The baby-faced boy didn't want to leave. He felt the gazes from people in the classroom looking at him and felt a little nervous.
"Have you drunk all the milk I sent you these days?"
“…I don’t like milk.”
Song Shu couldn't help but speak. This was the first time he looked at the baby-faced boy so seriously. The baby-faced boy was a little flattered, but the next second Song Shu's words made him turn pale again.
"Are you and Qiao Qing still arguing? No need to send me milk. I will try to persuade him when I get back."
As for whether this persuasion would work, Song Shu couldn't guarantee it, but in order to save him from the trouble of milk in the future, he still said with a headache: "If there is any misunderstanding, it's best for the two of you to talk it out. Such temptation will only wear out the relationship."
The baby-faced man turned pale, "I..."
He opened his mouth in a panic: "I don't like him anymore."
Song Shu:?
In less than a moment, Song Shu understood: "Don't lie in front of me, I understand everything."
What do you know?
Baby Face: “…I really don’t like him anymore.”
Song Shu still didn't quite believe it. He had liked her for so long, how could he just give up like that? He nodded: "Yes, but it's better to talk about the misunderstanding."
Baby face: “…”
"I like you."
Song Shu: "This diversion method is also not advisable. You need a longer time to recognize your inner self."
Song Shu was very confident and spoke in a good tone, as if he was persuading a lost child to return to the right path. But the baby-faced man felt that the depression he had been holding back for a long time was about to burst out, and his chest was like an inflated balloon filled with sour gas. His fingers were shaking and his lips were trembling: "That's not the case!"
Song Shu looked at the baby-faced man, and saw Qiao Qing in his peripheral vision, and instantly connected the dots. He felt a little sympathetic. Was he trying so hard to induce an opportunity for reconciliation with Qiao Qing?
He was helpless: "Okay, okay, you like me."
Baby Face felt even more desperate.
Song Shu didn't believe it at all.
Seeing that Qiao Qing was about to come over again, the baby-faced boy blushed and rushed over in a hurry, directly carrying him and Song Shu into the school infirmary.
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