After arriving home, Miao Jin went to take a shower and Jiang Xingyun sat on the sofa watching TV.
When he watched TV, he was used to leaning on one side of the sofa, leaning on the armrest of the sofa, with his legs crossed and his hand on the armrest stroking his chin.
Miao Jin glanced at the TV and said nothing.
When he came out of the bathroom, Miao Jin was drying his hair and he was still watching TV.
"Is your hobby so unpopular?" Miao Jin said while wiping his hair.
Jiang Xingyun didn't move his head, but glanced at Miao Jin who was drying her hair. Her hair was very long and it looked very nice after drying. Even after taking a shower, her skin was fair and shiny.
"Don't you watch TV?" Jiang Xingyun stared at Miao Jin, but his tone was indifferent.
"Well, I haven't watched TV since middle school. I've been studying all the time. Even if I do watch TV, it's just for translations of international conferences. I don't watch anything else," Miao Jin said. "It's a waste of time."
"Good student." Jiang Xingyun said lightly again.
Miao Jin was wearing pajamas and was about to go upstairs, but it was only a little after eight o'clock and there was no point in going to bed.
She is not an ordinary office worker who does not need to work from nine to ten.
Just when I was thinking about this, Jiang Xingyun pulled my hand over.
He first kissed Miao Jin on the cheek and said, "If one person sees it, it may seem unpopular, but if two people see it, it's hard to find a soulmate."
Miao Jin sat on his lap and started watching a TV program, which was a basketball program.
Miao Jin didn't know that he also loved playing basketball.
"Do you like watching basketball?" Miao Jin asked.
"like."
"Do you understand the rules of basketball?" Miao Jin looked at the crowd watching the game.
“Basic.”
Although Miao Jin had translated basketball-related games before, this was the first time he had actually seen a game and watched it seriously.
She sat on Jiang Xingyun's lap. She was taller than Jiang Xingyun. Jiang Xingyun hugged her from behind and looked at her with his head tilted.
"What is a hand foul?" When Miao Jin was watching, the commentator on TV was explaining the whistle just now.
"Touch the opposing player with your hand." Jiang Xingyun said.
Miao Jin nodded, not quite understanding.
"Spain is about to be whistled." Jiang Xingyun said.
"What-what happened?" Miao Jin was puzzled, because the Spanish player was dribbling the ball and everything seemed normal.
"Eight-second violation." Jiang Xingyun said.
As soon as he finished speaking, the referee's whistle sounded.
Miao Jin tilted his head and looked at him with a look of special admiration.
If it was just an ordinary action, it would be fine, but Jiang Xingyun said that this was an eight-second violation, which means that the Spanish team did not complete the action within eight seconds. But Jiang Xingyun didn't have a watch, so how did he know?
Seeing Miao Jin looking at him with puzzled, doubtful, and admiring eyes, Jiang Xingyun didn't move his head. He just glanced at Miao Jin's face and said, "It's just mental arithmetic."
Miao Jin's heart suddenly started beating wildly. How did he know what she was going to ask?
Or does he have the ability to see through others?
He is almost the smartest person Miao Jin has ever met.
Whether domestic or foreign, old or young.
Miao Jin's heart beat fast and her breathing became rapid. She found a husband like this—
Jiang Xingyun placed his hand on her heart.
Miao Jin didn't know whether he wanted to take advantage of her or what he wanted to do.
Miao Jin's hand instinctively touched his hand, wanting to take his hand away.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Xingyun asked.
Miao Jin suddenly remembered that they were a legal couple who had obtained a marriage certificate, and he had the right to do so.
"Nothing." Miao Jin lowered her hand and changed the subject. Her eyes were still fixed on the TV, but her mind was wandering elsewhere. "Can you fight?"
"fur."
"Want to beat me someday?" she turned around and asked.
Jiang Xingyun simply said one word: "Okay."
After the basketball game, Jiang Xingyun started to change channels. Miao Jin discovered that the channels he kept his remote control on for the longest time were mostly military, political, and financial.
Among these types of programs, Miao Jin doesn't like watching military ones, which often report on wars between the United States and a certain country.
When the military program was switched on, Miao Jin said, "Let's change the program."
"Don't like it?" he asked.
"Well, women have no interest in military affairs." Miao Jin said with twinkling eyes.
Fortunately, I didn't face Jiang Xingyun. Jiang Xingyun said that she would not lie.
"So, the content you translate also depends on whether you are interested in it or not?" Jiang Xingyun asked again.
"That's not the case. It's a skill for making a living."
Jiang Xingyun didn't say much, but changed the program and watched a political program.
Before I knew it, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.
Miao Jin had never imagined that one day she would watch TV for more than two hours.
She has always been diligent and reserved in her studies, with strong self-control, far ahead of the "academic masters".
When going to bed at night, Jiang Xingyun was very fierce again. Miao Jin found that as long as she was at home, he would not miss her every night.
The next day, when Miao Jin woke up, he was taking a shower.
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