Not For You to Bite

The morning was dedicated to everyone settling in and getting accustomed to the surroundings. The activities were scheduled for the afternoon. After exchanging greetings with each other, everyone returned to their rooms to unpack and prepare their belongings.

Chi Le and Sheng Zhuo’s room is at the end of the second floor. There are two single beds in the room. The head of the bed is next to the window. The room is quite spacious and clean. The air smells like a freshener.

Chi Le randomly picked a bed, and Sheng Zhuo picked another one.

There were only a few pieces of clothes in Sheng Zhuo’s luggage, and it was prepared quickly. Chi Le had a lot of things in his luggage, and Chi Jindong almost brought all his personal items. After all, this was the first time Chi Le left home. Although he didn’t say anything, he was somewhat worried.

Chi Le was still immersed in his father’s love at first until he found out that Chi Jindong even brought the Samoyed and his photos to Chi Le, he was completely speechless.

Sheng Zhuo watched from the side, and couldn’t help laughing, “Is your dad afraid that you will miss him?”

Chi Le put the photo under the pillow, glanced at it, and smiled, “He was afraid that I would forget him, and reminded me to send him photos when I have nothing to do.”

“Your mother…” Sheng Zhuo vaguely sensed something and did not continue.

Chi Le’s voice was low, “She passed away a long time ago.”

Sheng Zhuo wanted to say sorry, but Chi Le raised his head and smiled ahead of time, “There’s no need to say sorry, you didn’t know, besides, many years have passed.”

Sheng Zhuo didn’t say anything more, just rubbed his head, his eyes softened and silently helped Chi Le hang the clothes from the luggage into the closet.

Seeing Sheng Zhuo’s movements, Chi Le smiled silently.

His wife is really virtuous.

…

The winter camp is not for everyone to enjoy, but for everyone to exercise and grow, so even food can only be solved by themselves.

Chen Yunzhou originally wanted to order takeaway, so he searched for it with his mobile phone, but the location is quite remote, and there is no takeaway within a hundred miles. However, the staff of the winter camp will deliver fresh vegetables and meat every day for everyone to cook and eat by themselves.

“It’s so troublesome to send things over, why not just send the prepared meals.” Chen Yunzhou complained and put away his phone.

After discussing with each other, everyone decided not to waste time in grouping and instead assigned the task of cooking according to the room, two people took turns to do it in groups. Although Jian Cheng was a teaching assistant, he lived in the same room as Fang Younian, so he had to participate in cooking.

On the first day of today, Zhou Lu and Shen Ziyue were the cooks. Their cooking skills were the best among the group, so everyone had a hearty meal at noon, and they ate a lot. They kept praising them.

Chi Le also joined in the fun, “You guys are good looking and your cooking skills are so good. It’s amazing to have you in our class A. The other groups are probably envious.”

Zhou Lu and Shen Ziyue’s cheeks were flushed by the praise, especially since Chi Le was a handsome guy, he looked a little cold when he didn’t smile, but he was sincere when he praised people, it seemed that the person he praised would feel special and happy.

Sheng Zhuo cast a sideways glance at Chi Le, and said with a half-smile, “You have such a sweet mouth after only knowing each other for a day?”

Chi Le took a sip of the soup nonchalantly, “My mouth is naturally sweet. My dad said that he smeared honey on me when I was born.”

Sheng Zhuo lowered his eyes, looked at Chi Le’s red lips, and said in a lukewarm voice, “When you first met me, why didn’t you put honey on your mouth?”

Chi Le remembered the tit-for-tat confrontation at the beginning of school, and silently put down the soup bowl: “…” Why is this person still turning over old scores?

Thinking of his previous attitude towards Sheng Zhuo, Chi Le felt a little guilty and ran to make Sheng Zhuo a cup of coffee after eating.

Although Chi Le can’t cook, the coffee he makes is very good. Although Chi Jindong is a nouveau riche from a grassroots background, he just likes coffee. There are a lot of good coffee at home these years, and Chi Le often makes it for his father, so the craft isn’t too bad.

Chi Le personally brought the coffee over, the coffee was steaming, the temperature was just right, and it was warm in his hand.

Sheng Zhuo lowered his head and took a sip, then raised his head and smiled slightly at him.

Chi Le curled the corners of his lips happily.

Hey! It’s not that he’s afraid his wife will have a temper, but that this young master will not be able to coax him, as long as this young master can coax, the previous things will be alright!

Chi Le was enjoying himself when he heard Sheng Zhuo set down his cup of coffee and look up at him. “Also, give a cup to Zhou Lu and Shen Ziyue. They are good-looking and have good culinary skills, which makes them even more deserving of this cup of coffee alongside you.”

Chi Le: “…” Why does that statement sound so familiar?

…

In the afternoon, the leader gathered everyone together and explained that they should get to know each other since they would be participating in activities together for the next half month. The main goal was to make friends, and ultimately, the idea was to have each group prepare a performance. The performances should be conducted in a foreign language, regardless of which country’s language is chosen. As for the type of performance, it could be singing, dancing, skits, or even reciting a poem. The options were open and not limited to any specific format.

There is not much time left for everyone to prepare, there is only one afternoon, and the welcome party in the evening will gather everyone together to perform.

Everyone went back to discuss it and decided to perform a stage play. The method was simple, and each person said two lines. The choice of language was rather special. In order to surprise everyone, they chose Arabic.

After choosing the language, everyone printed out the script of the lines, with Chinese translation underneath, and then came to the stage of selecting characters. Because there are many characters on the stage, each person can only be assigned two or three sentences, and so the roles are basically the same.

Shen Ziyue has a lively personality, after choosing her own role, she pointed to the one below, raised her head, and said to Chi Le: “You choose this one, this role suits you.”

Sheng Zhuo raised his eyelids, leaned back on the back of the sofa, and looked at them silently.

“No way…” Chi Le turned his eyes around the script, pointed to one of the characters and said, “I’ll play this.”

He took a peek at Sheng Zhuo. This role corresponds to Sheng Zhuo’s role, and he has no rivalry with other people. He chose this role to hide his selfishness, and he was a little afraid that Sheng Zhuo would see it.

The expression on Sheng Zhuo’s face remained unchanged, he put his hands on the back of Chi Le’s chair casually, his eyes swept over Shen Ziyue, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Fang Younian snorted next to him, angrily picked a character who was against Chi Le’s character and gave Chi Le a provocative look.

Chi Le felt that this person was really naive.

After everyone had chosen their roles, they went back to their rooms to prepare.

Chi Le was lying on the bed, looking at the unfamiliar characters in the script, and his head was spinning. He had to admit that their group was quite smart. The language they chose for their performance was so obscure that even if they read wrong, the people in the audience wouldn’t be able to hear it.

But you have to be serious, and you can’t read blindly.

Chi Le took out his mobile phone, searched word by word, carefully marked the pinyin under the lines, and also marked Sheng Zhuo’s two sentences by the way, just like when he first started learning English, he experienced the joy of being a primary school student again.

Sheng Zhuo came in from the outside, holding a box of ice cream in his hand.

Chi Le handed him the page with the lines marked, “Here you are.”

Sheng Zhuo put the ice cream in his hand, took the paper and glanced at it, and smiled, “The pinyin is pretty good.”

“Of course, I was praised by the teacher in kindergarten before.” Chi Le scooped a spoonful of ice cream, swung his feet in satisfaction, raised his head and blinked at him, “Hurry up and memorize it, we’ll walk through a scene later.”

The stage play is not long, only six or seven minutes in total. He and Sheng Zhuo’s scenes are connected together. Basically, they only have rival scenes with each other. They can practice by rehearsing in a room together; before going on stage, they can join the rest of the group to go through the basic coordination. It’s not necessary to take it too seriously; the main goal is to liven up the atmosphere and encourage more interaction among the members, which will be beneficial for teamwork.

Chi Le and Sheng Zhuo were quick to recite things, and when Chi Le finished eating the box of ice cream, they both knew it by heart. The ice cream was taro, and Chi Le still had a faintly sweet taste in his mouth after eating it, making him feel good.

Chi Le pulled Sheng Zhuo to perform on the balcony of the house, babbling lines to Sheng Zhuo, making Sheng Zhuo almost laugh.

Chi Le tried not to laugh, and according to the needs of the plot, he approached Sheng Zhuo and gently put his shoulders on Sheng Zhuo’s shoulders.

When it was Sheng Zhuo’s turn, Sheng Zhuo also restrained his smile and acted according to the needs of the plot. The twisted Arabic seemed very smooth in his mouth.

Sunlight streamed in from the window, and from Chi Le’s perspective, Sheng Zhuo looked tall and majestic. He was reciting lines that Chi Le couldn’t understand, but his spoken language was surprisingly fluent, carrying an indescribable charm, which added an inexplicable sense of sanctity to the scene.

The distance was too close, Chi Le’s eyes straightened, staring at Sheng Zhuo’s clear jawline for a while, his mind went blank, he didn’t even notice when he put his hand on it, his fingers touched subconsciously, the feeling was so good that he was even more reluctant to move it away.

Sheng Zhuo held the script in his hand, and after reading the lines, he glanced at him with lowered eyes, “It’s very interesting.”

Chi Le thought he was praising himself, and immediately became pleased, “This Young Master has superb acting skills, right?”

Sheng Zhuo didn’t comment, “Are you going to perform like this tonight?”

“Of course, is there a problem?” Chi Le felt that he acted very well just now, and he didn’t even pause in his lines, so it should be fine as he did just now.

Sheng Zhuo raised his eyebrows, his eyes swept over his hands, “It’s not written in the script that you want to touch my face.”

“…Oh.” Chi Le came to his senses and quickly retracted his hand, but before he retracted, he couldn’t help but touch it again, as if guided by some unknown force.

Chi Le silently reviewed himself in his heart, he found that he was getting more and more presumptuous in front of Sheng Zhuo.

But he didn’t want to change at all, he just wanted to become more and more presumptuous, and let Sheng Zhuo always indulge him.

Is this the joy of being spoiled?

Chi Le smirked for a while and suddenly felt a warm touch on his chin.

Sheng Zhuo scratched his bare chin twice, his face remained unchanged, and said: “If you want to touch me, you have to pay the corresponding reward, let me touch you back.”

Although Chi Le felt a little itchy, he didn’t move his chin away, blinked his eyes, and asked, “Are you still angry?”

“When did I get angry?”

“I don’t know.” Chi Le shook his head, his eyes were very sincere, “I just felt that you were not very happy down there just now.”

Sheng Zhuo snorted, pinched his chin, and shook it, “Your intuition is pretty accurate.”

Chi Le didn’t hear what he said clearly and felt that Sheng Zhuo’s pinching was a little painful, so he raised his hand and rubbed it.