Secretly, Secretly; But Unable to Hide It

The sofa in the living room is "L" shaped, with a transparent coffee table in front. Duan Jiaxu and Sang Yan sat side by side, separated by a distance of two people.

The remaining position is left empty.

Sang Zhi just sat there unconsciously, right next to Duan Xuan.

At this time, because of this sudden situation, Sanzhi's head was blank. She even forgot to put the phone away, and the direction was still in favor with Duan, her expression uneasy and tense.

Glancing at her, Sang Yan threw the gamepad aside, and frowned and asked, "What are you shooting, kid?"

Sangzhi didn't know what to explain, and Nana looked up.

Paying attention to the direction in which the mobile phone was pointed, Duan Xux raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth were bent. Later, his body leaned forward slightly, moving closer to the childish direction, and said with interest: "Huh? Shoot me?"

Sang Zhi flinched back and immediately snapped her phone screen to the pillow to block it: "No, no."

"No?"

"..."

"Why did you shoot your brother?" Duan Jiaxu dragged his tone, and laughed a little, "Is this brother so good-looking?"

Upon hearing this, Sang Yan immediately whispered, "Can you take your face?"

He seemed to think of something, and looked sideways at Sang-chi: "You wouldn't want to take a photo--"

Before waiting for him to speak, Sangzhi stood up sharply without looking at the two of them, and said very quickly: "I told my classmate that I have a handsome brother."

Sang Yan's voice stopped.

Her cheeks were red, and she moved in the direction of the bedroom. It seems that I can't think of any other reason, and for a long time I uttered another sentence: "--- but I'm sorry to show them your picture."

Sang Yan: "..."

After speaking, Sang Zhi immediately ran back to the room, leaving a silence.

The living room was quiet for a moment, and it seemed awkward to be inexplicable. The two men sat at each end, their expressions were very different, and their emotions were in sharp contrast.

After a long while, Sang Yan turned her head to look at Duan's approval, her lip line straightened, her face gradually lost her expression, and a cloud of depression filled her heart: "I thought she was going to take a picture to sue my parents."

Duan Jiaxu converged the radian of the corners of his lips, pretending to be quiet.

As if recalling Sanji's words again, Sang Yan exhaled slowly, trying to hold his temper, but the anger was still a little bit bitter: "This **** is better to sue."

"..."

Quiet for a few more seconds.

"Fuck." Sang Yan couldn't bear it, and suddenly stood up. "You wait here first."

The next second, Duan Xuan followed him and stood up, his behavior meant to stop him. His jaw was slightly constricted, and he laughed lowly: "Brother, don't care about the child, right?"

Sang Yan: "?"

Duan Jiaxu: "Children are not sensible, it is not necessary."

Sang Yan looked at him blankly.

"A child of this age," Duan Jiaxu patted his shoulder, his voice stopped for a few seconds, and seemed to be laughing. "It will be a bit of face, do you understand her?"

To, face, son.

Reason, solution, one, next.

"..."

Sang Yan's eyebrows dropped: "I understand your mother."

Sang Zhi stayed in his room for a few minutes, squatting by the door and listening to the movement outside. She could faintly hear what Sang Yan and Duan Xu were talking about, but because the distance was not close, she couldn't hear it clearly.

She thought about the excuse she had just said.

It still seems very reasonable.

Waited for a while.

Sang Zhi pulled out the "trophy" just bored.

The pixels are not clear. From the perspective of Sang Zhi's shooting, he can only see Duan's favored side face, which has a clear three-dimensional appearance but looks soft. The corners of his lips were slightly curved and he looked good.

Sang Zhi felt that everything was just worth it.

She couldn't help laughing, and touched her fingertips on the screen, and quickly regained.

Sang Zhi glanced for a few more times, suddenly annihilated the screen, kicked her feet while holding her phone. She reluctantly calmed down, pretending not to care, she got up and looked into the mirror.

When she felt no flaws, San Zhi coughed twice and hid her phone under the pillow. She quietly opened the door and glanced outside. Then quickly ran into Sang Yan's room and sat down at the desk.

Sang Zhi opened the physics exercise book and deliberately began to find things for herself.

Attention is all over the living room.

Not long after, someone came in.

Sang Zhi didn't look up, but he could guess that it was Duan Yang's approval. She scratched her head and pretended to be doing the problem.

Duan Jiaxu sat down next to her, with her side in one hand and glanced at the exercise book she was doing: "Child, show me your final exam papers."

Sang Zhi, after pulling out the paper from the physics book, put it in front of him. She looked back at the original subject, and her nib stopped quickly. She hesitated and asked quietly, "Brother, can you stop calling me like that."

After hearing the words, Duan Jiaxu looked up, as if she did not understand her words: "Huh?"

Sang Zhi talked to him, and didn't talk.

Duan Xuan responded: "Child?"

Sang Zhi retracted her eyes and nodded silently.

Duan Jiaxu: "Don't like my brother to shout like this?"

"Neither," muttered Mulberry. "That's right, I'm not a kid anymore."

"Isn't it a child?" Duan Jiaxu thought funny, "then do you think you are an older child?"

"..."

Sang Zhi pursed her lips and ignored him.

Duan Jiaxu didn't think it was a big deal, and didn't care too much: "Brother, this is not a habit."

Sangzhi's position is firm: "You have to change this habit."

"Okay, how do you shout?" His epilogue turned. "Little mulberry?"

Sang Zhi moved her lips and was a little dissatisfied.

Can't we remove this "small" character?

Emphasize how small she is.

Forget it.

Mulberry decided to bear it.

Anyway, at least better than the original.

She didn't care about him and nodded reluctantly.

After hearing her mention, Duan Jiaxu recalled what she looked like when she first met her, and reached out and rubbed her head: "It seems to be taller."

Sang Zhi said solemnly: "It will still grow."

"Um." Duan Jiaxu said in a dangling voice, sounding less serious, "by then he will be taller than his brother to protect his brother."

"..." San Zhi imagined the picture and muttered, "It doesn't have to be that high."

Duan Jiaxu just laughed, and continued to look at her paper: "Child, haven't you heard of this class yet?"

Just said yes, now it's called again.

Sang Zhidang didn't hear it.

Duan Jiaxu said lazily, "Have you heard what my brother said?"

Sang Zhi feels aggrieved, but still dares not to be heard anymore, and rushes in the past to justify himself: "Have heard, but I don't understand."

"Why did you choose the wrong physical change?"

"Oh." Sang Zhi pointed, "I wrote too fast. I wanted to choose A."

Duan Jiaxu said with a smile: "This topic is B."

"..."

Their eyes collided.

Sang Zhi felt a bit shameless, and felt that she could not lose her momentum, and she simply straightened it out: "I just don't understand anyway. After I have attended the class, I am just too stupid to understand."

"Brother told you to listen carefully before," Duan Jiaxu said, "forgot?"

"How long ago was that ..."

"Then want my brother to remind you once a day?"

Sangzhi hesitated for two seconds, and Wen Tun said, "Okay."

"..." Duan Jiaxu was angry and funny. "Bring the textbooks."

Tutoring is scheduled for two hours a day, three times a week.

Originally, it started on time at nine and ended on time at eleven. As a result, Sang Zhi slept until ten o'clock, plus her time to wash and eat breakfast, the two did not officially start tuition until eleven o'clock.

Half an hour off for lunch.

Duan Jiaxu didn't seem to be too busy either. Time was still there to watch her do the questions. When she was done, he checked them one by one, and casually mentioned what happened this morning: "You don't want to find a tutor?"

Sang Zhi said ambiguously, "I don't want to learn."

"You age," Duan Jiaxu chuckled, "what else do you want to do besides studying?"

Sang Zhi stunned and slammed his cheeks: "You don't understand."

Duan Jiaxu pointed to the wrong question and asked her to read it a few times before saying: "Yes, my brother doesn't understand. You can do anything you want to do, but you have to spare extra time, at least not to delay learning."

Mulberry: "I know."

"Go back and digest it yourself." Duan Jiaxu closed the textbook. "That's it for today."

Sangzhi nodded.

At the end of the lesson, Duan Xuan leaned back against the chair. Soon, his eyelids moved, as if he suddenly thought of something, and he stretched his tail and said, "Child--"

"..."

How used is he to shout like this?

Can't we just change that?

Sang Zhi is trying to blame.

I heard him say, "I heard, you think your brother is handsome?"

"..."

She choked the words back in an instant.

Duan Jiaxu slowly approached her with a long and long laugh: "Look what you just took, show my brother."

Sang Zhi didn't want to show him, but at this time he was extremely grateful that he didn't bring his mobile phone. She pretended to touch her pocket and calmly said, "The phone is in the room."

result.

Duan Jiaxu naturally said, "Go and get it."

"..." Sang Chi said stiffly, "I don't want to."

"Don't take more photos?" Duan Jiaxu held his face sideways, with a bit of ridicule in her voice, "Little Sang Zhi wants to take pictures, my brother will cooperate with you. Then pick the best one for your children and show us. Xiao Sang was fighting for his face. "

Sang Zhi said uncomfortably, "... No need."

"So--" He seemed to feel a little sorry, "That's a pity."

"..."

"Don't think again?" Duan Xu laughed. "Child, don't you think it's wasteful?"

Sang Zhi was a little annoyed by him, didn't respond, jumped out of the chair, silently picked up his things and returned to the room. She packed her things and stared at the pillow, silent.

Maybe it was brainwashed.

At this moment, in the case of anger and shame, she really felt very sorry.

There was even an urge to repent.

After that, Sang Zhi didn't hear the news of Duan Xu's departure.

Listening to the voice outside, Duan Jiaxu and Sang Yan seemed to be playing the game again, but just moved the battlefield to Sang Yan's room. Sang Zhi was a little depressed, but in fact, even if Sang Yan was not there, she couldn't pull her face again to bring up the matter.

Sang Zhi flipped through the photo on her phone and thought that only this one would be enough.

She is no longer greedy.

Sangzhi thought a little bit about it, and felt that there was no reason for her to bother them.

Suddenly remembered that when there were guests, Li Ping would cut fruit to say hello. Sang Zhi didn't want to count on Sang Yan, but felt that she couldn't treat Duan Xuan. She hesitated to leave the room, open the refrigerator in the kitchen, and hold out a watermelon.

Putting the watermelon on the counter, Sanzhi picked up the fruit knife and was a bit helpless. She scratched her head, took a tray and put the watermelon and fruit knife on it.

Then he struggled to move up and walked into Sang Yan's room.

Noting the movement, Sang Yan and Duan Xun's eyes moved subconsciously.

Duan Jiaxu: "..."

Sang Yan: "..."

Sangzhi put the watermelon next to them and thought he thoughtfully said, "I'll give you fruit to eat."

"..." Sang Yan jumped on his forehead. "If you want to eat, you can just shout. I'll go out and cut it for you. Don't have to work so hard."

Duan Jiaxu sat on the sofa, watching the behavior of mulberry, could not help laughing.

Mischief was displeased with distorted purpose: "I didn't want to eat it, I'll give it to you."

Sang Yan: "Move a whole watermelon directly in?"

"..." Sang Zhi was out of breath. "Then I won't cut it."

Sang Yan stared at her for a few seconds, suddenly got up, moved the tray again, and walked towards the kitchen: "Serve, how long have I played this game? I have to wait for you."

"..."

Scolded, Sang Zhi did not feel happy, but did not dare to talk back.

The next moment, Duan Jiaxu waved at her, pointed to Sang Yan's gamepad and said, "Come with my brother to play the game."

Sangzhi walked erratically and sat in Sang Yan's position.

They played "The King of Fighters". Although San Zhi didn't like to play very much, he used to play with San Yan often, which was not bad. She was a bit unable to concentrate, pressing the buttons on the handles and not hitting them seriously.

After a while, the characters in her game lost most of her blood.

Duan Jiaxu stopped and asked, "Will you play?"

Sangzhi nodded: "Yes."

"Do you like playing this?"

"Ok."

Duan Jiaxun released the handle, pointed to the game cassette in front, and said casually: "Go and change one you like."

"Oh." Sang Zhi flipped over and replaced Super Mary. "Play this."

"Row."

Before long, Sang Yan took a plate of watermelon and came in. He didn't know who received the text message, looking at the phone and said, "I'll go out and come back soon."

Mulberry: "Why are you going?"

"You little devil is wide." Sang Yan shook his phone. "Eat your watermelon."

Later, he took the wallet from the drawer and was about to go out. Suddenly, he remembered Duan Xuan, who was like: "Well, do you stay with me or stay?"

Duan Jiaxu's gaze was still on the screen: "Let's be late. I will have a part-time job for a while, and pass directly from here."

"Okay," Sang Yan said. "I guess I'll be back before you leave."

Soon they were both inexplicably left in the house.

This round is Duan Xu first play, and Sang Zhi is a bit bored, so he starts to talk about the topic: "Brother, do you know why my brother went?"

"Huh?" Duan Jiaxu said without a formality, "Maybe I want to take off before Valentine's Day."

"..."

Sang Zhi suddenly remembered that this year's Valentine's Day happened to be New Year's Day.

It's not a few days now.

She turned to look at Duan Xiaoxu, and thought of his character and appearance of Taohua so inadvertently asked: "What about you?"

Duan Jiaxu: "Huh?"

Sang Zhi was silent for a few seconds, holding his breath inexplicably: "Brother, are you planning to fall in love?"

Duan Jiaxu's eyes popped up: "Oh."

"..."

"It depends." He laughed.

Sang Zhi suddenly thought of what he said before, after graduation, he would go home to work there, and then contact him now. Her chest seemed to be pinched by a rock, and she felt extremely helpless.

It happened to be her turn, and Sangzhi took the topic as a topic and played the game quietly.

In this quiet.

Sang Zhi suddenly had a very selfish idea.

I feel that speaking at this age can still be treated as a childlike innocence and treated as a joke. When she grows up, she shouldn't be able to open the mouth again.

Only now is it appropriate to speak.

Staring at the screen, Sanji's heartbeat was like drumming. She licked the corners of her lips nervously, and dared to ask, "Brother, can't you fall in love?"

Duan approbed and looked at her as if he thought he had heard it wrong.

"what."

"Don't fall in love." Sang Zhi's face had no expression, as it was taken for granted, "It's better to study well."

Duan Jiaxu stared at her for a long while, seeming to feel ridiculous, but laughed out: "Child, talk about reason. Why don't you tell your brother not to fall in love?"

The author has something to say: Sangzhi: It doesn't matter if my brother finds a man to fall in love.