Chapter 19 Get Me
The deadline for the HUP design competition is getting closer. Li Zimai, taking advantage of his proximity to Cheng Che, spends all his time drawing with him. He successfully tricks Cheng Che into his apartment and enjoys his three meals a day.
On the night before New Year's Eve, Wu Ze brought Lin Lin to the apartment. The deadline for submitting the works was noon the next day, so they had to do their best.
Cheng Che handed them the disposable slippers and pointed to the second shelf in the middle of the shoe cabinet. "Put them here when you change them. Align them."
Lin Lin asked weakly, "...Is Li Shen here? We brought our computers with us. If you need any modifications, just let us know."
“There are some indicators that need to be calculated, and the workload is not large.”
Cheng Che endured a week, and his sleep quality was poor, so his mental state was very bad. He almost fell asleep several times while revising the pictures in the living room.
Lin Lin said, "Brother Che, why don't you take a break? We can finish calculating the indicators in another hour."
Cheng Che glanced at the time and said, "I'm going to cook noodles. Have you eaten yet?"
Wu Ze wanted to eat, but was too embarrassed to ask. Lin Lin also said, "It's not a big deal."
"I want to cook for Li Zimai too, let's join in."
After Cheng Che entered the kitchen, Lin Lin began to look around the room. The wide horizontal hall was divided into two sections, with a large floor-to-ceiling glass on the left and a half-person-high bar on the right. Under the dim spotlights in the aisle, a wild beast-style garden landscape was reflected, and at the end was a black door.
In the space within her sight, Lin Lin saw Li Shen's high taste. She even felt that Cheng Che, who was busy in the kitchen, was absolutely suitable for this place.
Cheng Che quickly cooked the noodles and served them to Wu Ze and Lin Lin respectively. Wu Ze looked at the plate of red noodles and blurted out, "Is this a plate of spaghetti?"
"There are no extra bowls here, so we have to use plates."
There were only two bowls for eating in the apartment, and all the plates came in pairs and were placed neatly in the cupboard according to size.
Lin Lin quickly agreed, "Thank you, Brother Che!"
She saw Cheng Che carrying a larger "basin" into the room and exclaimed in surprise, "Li Shen eats so much?!"
Wu Ze knew the appetite of tall boys. "Not too much, not too much, just right. It's normal to eat a little more, as it takes a lot of thought."
It's not that Li Zimai eats a lot, it's that Cheng Che cooks too much. Although Li Zimai is a good eater, in order to maintain his figure, his diet is very organized. But Cheng Che doesn't care about that. If it's cooked, he has to eat it. Not eating it is a waste of food.
"Did you cook noodles for them?"
Li Zimai slurped his noodles, but his focus was strange. "Have you also cooked for your brother Rui?"
"Your Rui Ge" was a high-frequency word after the last meal with Duan Rui. Cheng Che said speechlessly: "I worked in a restaurant and helped the chef."
The implication is: I have cooked for many people.
Li Zimai put down the empty bowl after eating, and moved his eyes back to the computer screen. After poking at it a few times, his eyes lightly fell back on Cheng Che and said lazily, "Brother Che is so good, why don't you become a chef?"
"Brother Che is such a XX, why don't you go to XX?" is also Li Zimai's catchphrase. Cheng Che couldn't help but retort to him, "What's wrong with you again?"
He didn't want to pay attention to Li Zimai's unreasonable behavior, but Li Zimai didn't let him have his way. He stretched out his long arm and pulled him back.
Cheng Che hadn't slept well for a week, and his brain was seriously lacking in blood supply. Normally, such a force wouldn't have been enough to pull him down, but now he fell firmly into Li Zimai's arms, his face pressed against his chest.
The heating was on in the room. Li Zimai was wearing a thin T-shirt and sitting on a gaming chair with his long legs spread out. Cheng Che was stuck right between his legs. Through a layer of cloth, he could hear his ridiculously fast heartbeat and his gradually heavier breathing.
For some reason, Cheng Che blushed. He hurriedly stood up, but his palm just happened to rest on the other person's thigh. Cheng Che's face turned even redder, and the temperature rising from the skin almost burned him.
Li Zimai raised his hands in surrender, "You touched me first."
Cheng Che flung his hand away like it was a hot potato, rubbing it fiercely against the crotch of his pants a few times before asking unnaturally fiercely, "Why are you pulling me?"
Li Zimai retracted his legs, turned back to the gaming chair, and said casually: "Well, it's my fault, brother Che, don't be angry."
A perfunctory and half-hearted apology.
Cheng Che stared at the back of his head for a while, picked up the "basin" and was about to leave. Li Zimai instructed again: "Cheche, can you help me get a box of yogurt?"
He became more and more adept at ordering Cheng Che around. Once he sat down at the computer desk, he would stay there absolutely forever. Except for going to the toilet, he would hardly leave the gaming chair for a second. He would only leave the room for a walk after finishing his work.
His walks around the apartment were also very strange. He would run and lift weights in the gym, shoot basketballs and play video games in the living room, and then walk around the piano room. He could do all the things in the apartment without stepping out of the door. Cheng Che somewhat understood why he had only seen Li Zimai a handful of times in school throughout his freshman year. This guy was a homebody, an outrageous one.
"We're out of yogurt. Do you want to go buy some?"
"Never mind, I'll just smoke a cigarette."
When Li Zimai is tired from work, he either drinks yogurt or smokes to wake himself up. Generally, he drinks yogurt more often than he smokes.
The first time Cheng Che saw him smoking was in Longyan Village. After being woken up by the insects early in the morning, Li Shen squatted by the doorstep and smoked. He held the cigarette holder and scratched the base of his neck. From time to time, a stream of mist came out of his nasal cavity and flowed along his high nose bridge. It was obviously a lazy and uncouth action, but he interpreted it as an alternative sexiness, so that Cheng Che forgot that he really hated the smell of cigarettes.
When Li Zimai lit a cigarette, he noticed Cheng Che standing at the door staring at him. He quickly put down his lighter and asked cautiously, "What's the matter?"
Cheng Che's lips were tightly pursed, his brows furrowed, and he was clearly unhappy. Li Zimai realized what was happening and asked in surprise, "Brother Che, are you going to stop me from smoking?"
Cheng Che turned and left. Li Zimai jumped up from the gaming chair, took two or three steps over, and closed the half-open door from behind Cheng Che. Cheng Che had no choice but to turn around and saw the other person's slightly red lips, as if they were burned by cigarettes.
"...What are you doing?"
He lowered his head and didn't dare look at Li Zimai, "Stay away from me."
Li Zimai chuckled, "Brother Che, I'm asking you a question. Are you trying to stop me from smoking?"
Cheng Che took a step to the side, calmed down, and said coldly, "It's none of my business. If you want to, go ahead."
Li Zimai was not addicted to cigarettes. He only smoked to stay awake when he was too sleepy or tired. He smoked very rarely, and he always smoked when there was no one around. He had never smoked next to Cheng Che, so he never noticed that Cheng Che cared about his smoking.
Finally getting the chance, Li Zimai took advantage of the situation and deliberately said, "I originally thought that if Brother Che minded, I would stop smoking. After all, smoking is harmful to health. Since Brother Che doesn't mind, I might as well continue smoking."
He had already sat back in the gaming chair, a cigarette butt between his lips, as if he was about to start smoking in the next second.
Cheng Che stood there and watched for a long time, his fingers clenched on the plate. In the end, he said nothing and walked out without paying any attention to Li Zimai smoking.
Li Zimai caught a glimpse of the closed door and sighed, "What a straight man who doesn't understand romance."
Not long after, there was a knock on the door.
Cheng Che pushed the door open and placed the yogurt heavily on his computer desk. He said awkwardly, "Eight dollars and ninety cents a box. Transfer the money to me."
Li Zimai almost laughed out loud. He put a straw in his yogurt and drank it while giving Cheng Che a red envelope. "Cheche, why are you so awkward? If you don't want me to smoke, just say so."
He leaned closer to Cheng Che, his eyes curved with a smile, his scorching gaze endowing Cheng Che with unique authority: "You can completely control me, I will only listen to you."
Something in Cheng Che's head suddenly snapped, his face flushed and his ears felt hot. He didn't know if it was because he was uncomfortable with the smell of cigarettes or because he was embarrassed by Li Zimai's words. Cheng Che just felt like something exploded in his chest, spreading to his limbs, making him numb.
"...You are sick, why should I care about you?"
Li Zimai saw his suffocating expression and thought he was choking on the smell of cigarettes. He quickly stepped away and turned around to disperse the smell. After that, he suddenly asked Cheng Che, "Cheche, do you know what I like most?"
Cheng Che was speechless, thinking that he was going to say something lewd. He was used to Li Zimai's outspokenness, but he didn't expect him to say something cheesy, "I like freedom the most."
"I thought you were going to say you loved me the most."
This sentence completely confused Li Zimai. Cheng Xiaozhinan didn't follow the routine at all. Li Zimai nodded blankly, "...Yes...That's right."
Cheng Che chuckled, "Excuse me, you should get in line first. Many people like me."
Li Zimai took a full minute to calm down and tried to take back the initiative. "Okay, then I'll get in line, but Brother Che, you have to consider me as soon as possible. Don't miss me."
He smiled and offered an olive branch to tempt Cheng Che, "If you get Li Zimai, you can forbid him from smoking, playing games, or getting too close to others. You can use him however you want. He will belong completely to you."
Every word hits the heart, and Cheng Che's strange possessiveness is completely grasped. Cheng Che runs away in panic, and before running away, he scolds Li Zimai: "Psycho, who wants you?"
Li Zimai shouted at his back, "Think about it, there's no chance of this happening again. Li Shen's sale is only once!"
The young couple in the living room looked up at each other when they heard this, and then in unison, they cast their gazes on Cheng Che, who had run out of the room with a red face, and whispered to each other, "Did you hear the words 'Li Shen Sale' just now?"
Wu Ze nodded, "What does Li Shen want to sell?"
Lin Lin rolled her eyes at him and immediately lost interest in their relationship. She saw Cheng Che drinking a large glass of water at the kitchen island and coughing a few times, so she asked Cheng Che if he was feeling unwell.
Cheng Che shook his head and said he was fine. After he recovered, he continued to sit and draw, but errors frequently occurred on the computer interface.
It wasn't until two in the morning that Li Zimai emerged from the study. Wu Ze and Lin Lin saw that the master had suddenly woken up from his sleepiness. They were about to wake Cheng Che, but he made a gesture to silence them. He walked closer and said, "You guys should go back first. It's almost time."
Wu Ze lowered his voice and said, "I'm really sorry. Lin Lin and I are lagging behind. After we hand in the drawings tomorrow, can I treat you to dinner this weekend?"
Seeing Li Zimai nod, Lin Lin breathed a sigh of relief and began to pack up her computer. She caught a glimpse of Li Zimai squatting beside the sofa looking at Cheng Che, and suddenly remembered the post on the Internet. No one could resist the temptation of Li Shen. He was killing people with his face and also destroying their hearts.
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