Million UP School God Plays Me Every Day [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 80 Burden Reduction

After eight o'clock in the evening, the weather cooled down a bit. Yu Fei came back from home, and as soon as he entered Xie Lan's room, he saw that Che Ziming was sitting on Wang Gou's seat, and Wang Gou and Dai You were not there.

"Where are the two of them?" Yu Fei casually put the barbecue he bought on the table.

Che Ziming immediately unwrapped the bag, "Going out to buy a Coke, I'll be right back."

Yu Fei groaned, slumped on Dai You's chair, and sighed, "I have to go back home after a short sleep, it's too hard."

"It's the first time for the young master to live in school. You have to thank the provincial training for giving you the opportunity to experience the hardships of the people." Che Ziming said while unpacking a large bunch of skewers and handing them to Dou Sheng.

Dou Sheng picked from the tinfoil bag, and handed the non-spicy ones to Xie Lan, "veal."

Xie Lan was writing the chorus with her head down, "You eat first."

"It won't be tender in a while."

As Dou Sheng spoke, he handed the meat to his mouth, and he bit on a few pieces of meat. Dou Sheng retracted the stick carefully, "Is it delicious?"

Xie Lan nodded, "It's okay."

Yu Fei slumped on Dai You's chair, witnessing all this.

"I said." He half-deadly said: "Are there cameras around here, are you recording video?"

Dou Sheng wanted to pick another bunch to feed his boyfriend, but he stopped after hearing this, "No, isn't this normal?"

Xie Lan's hand holding the pen froze, and continued to write.

He and Dou Sheng are getting closer and closer, and the two of them are gradually uncertain about the degree. For example, handing it to your mouth is so natural, so natural that you forget to restrain yourself. Although you can be confident, you still feel a little guilty when you point it out.

Xie Lan was thinking about whether or not to apply another patch when he suddenly heard a sound from Yu Fei.

Che Ziming put a bunch of roasted lamb loins to his mouth, lowered his eyebrows and said softly: "Sprat fish, open your mouth."

Yu Fei sat up in shock, kicked his foot, and stepped back two meters with the stool, "Are you sick?"

"Ah?" Che Ziming's face was full of innocence, "What's wrong with feeding a skewer to my good friend? Open your mouth quickly, brother, I will nourish your kidneys."

For the first time in Xie Lan's lifetime, he saw Yu Fei fully open his eyes.

He grabbed the roast lamb loin from Che Ziming's hand, "I don't need you, I'll eat it myself!"

"No." Che Ziming stubbornly avoided his hand, "I will feed you."

Xie Lan frowned at Che Ziming: You have performed.

On the contrary, Che Ziming was greatly encouraged, "Aren't I your best brother?"

"...It used to be, but it wasn't until you cured your mental illness." Yu Fei slapped him away irritably, "Eat yours, I'll wash my hands."

He went out with a speechless face, and when the footsteps went away, the flattery on Che Ziming's face dissipated and he collapsed.

"I'm working so hard." Che Ziming took a hard bite of the roasted lamb loin.