Vicious Male Counterpart Isn’t Competing Anymore

The appearance of Cheng Wenkang broke the charming atmosphere in the room, although this charming only appeared in Sheng Heng unilaterally.

He fastened the untied trouser belt again, and Sheng Heng walked to the door and opened the door. In addition to seeing the fat boy running away not far away, he also saw the takeaway hanging on the door handle.

Sheng Heng brought in the takeaway and handed it to Yan Hao: "Eat."

Yan Hao took the lunch box, and his stomach, which was not so hungry, suddenly became active under the scent of the food. Grumbling, it rang for a while.

Yan Hao blushed, embarrassedly covering his stomach.

"I'm so hungry, I don't know how to eat." Sheng Heng knocked the primary school brother on the head with some dozing.

"I'll eat it now." Yan Hao put the takeaway on the table used to draw drawings on weekdays, carefully moved the drawings away, and then sat down to eat.

Cheng Wenkang bought a large amount of food, full of three dishes, one soup, and two large portions of rice. This is a cautious choice he made after fully considering that his boss might eat another meal for love.

Yan Hao was so hungry that he took a bite after picking up the box lunch. After eating, he remembered Sheng Heng and raised his head and asked him, "Senior, do you want to eat together."

Sheng Heng had eaten lunch and had just eaten it, so he was not hungry at this time. But... Sheng Heng's gaze fell on the grain of rice at the corner of Yan Hao's mouth, which was accidentally stained by Yan Hao's lowered head just now.

Uncontrollably, Sheng Heng walked over, bent over, stretched out his hand, and took off the white rice sticking to the corner of Yan Hao's mouth. Yan Hao was stunned for a moment, staring wide-eyed and wondering what the senior was doing just now. Sheng Heng also reacted fiercely at this time, what he did just now. He had a ghost in his heart, no matter how thick-skinned he was at this time, he felt a little uncomfortable.

"You, there are rice grains at the corner of your mouth." Yan Hao straightened up, a little embarrassed.

"Ah, did I stick to my face after eating?" Yan Hao blushed with embarrassment. He only felt that he was such an adult, and it was really embarrassing to be able to eat his face even after eating. He hurriedly put down the bowls and chopsticks and touched his face.

"No, just this one." The embarrassing atmosphere was so disturbed, it disappeared. Sheng Heng breathed a sigh of relief but also had some regrets. In fact, although it was embarrassing just now, it would be nice if the junior could realize something.

Yan Hao smiled shyly, took out a pair of chopsticks and handed it to Sheng Heng: "Senior, eat together."

"No, I've had it at noon." Sheng Heng shook his head and said, "You can eat with peace of mind. I'll go and hit the punch again."

Sheng Heng walked back to the place where he was just standing, glanced at Yan Hao, and saw that he was lowering his head to eat, then quickly took off his pants and began to practice fighting skills.

Fifteen minutes later, the martial art rehearsal ended. This set of martial arts was learned by Sheng Heng from his father and brother. It is a type of martial arts boxing. After rehearsing twice in a row, Sheng Hengliu was sweaty, but his body felt hearty.

He pulled a towel to wipe off his sweat, then put on his pants, Sheng Heng was about to go to the place where he ate just now to find Yan Hao, but when he looked up, he found that Yan Hao was already squatting next to the robot.

This guy, he won't have a good meal, keep staring at himself and punching.

"How about, can the data be used, do I need to practice it again?" Sheng Heng walked over and squatted beside Yan Hao.

"It works, the data collected this time is much more accurate than just now." Yan Hao nodded.

"It can be used." Sheng Heng smiled, just about to go back and put on his coat, only to see Yan Hao staring straight at him.

"What's wrong, is there any other problem?" Sheng Heng asked.

"Senior, do you have an object?" It was obviously a question, but Yan Hao's tone was very determined.

Sheng Heng was taken aback, where did the rumors come from?

"How did you hear, seniors are still single." Sheng Heng asked half clarification, half inquisitive.

"No, I guessed it wrong." After saying that, Yan Hao didn't worry about the problem anymore, and turned to continue to study the data. After a few taps on the keyboard with his finger, the data on the virtual screen quickly appeared. Roll up.

Guess? What gave you this wrong guess.

"Why do you think I have an object?" Sheng Heng felt that he had to figure it out. The elementary school students were ignorant and didn't know how to understand. If they still feel that they have an object, how can they follow it.

"I just... guess what you want." Yan Hao.

"Little brother, you are not someone who can guess randomly. Tell me, what is the reason for this misunderstanding of me?" Sheng Heng lured.

"Because I smelled the scent of animals after mating on you." Yan Hao gave Sheng Heng a little embarrassed look at the word mating.

"..." Sheng Heng.

The topic started, and the rest was easy to talk about. Yan Hao clearly stated the reason: “This kind of smell is actually the smell of a relatively high concentration of ambitious hormones mixed with sweat. I used to do it for a while when I was learning medicine. According to the survey, this kind of taste is generally produced during the mating process of animals. Of course, a certain degree of exercise can also stimulate the secretion of male hormones, but 80% of them are animals that have mating behavior. Because they have had mating experience. Animals, their bodies will have an illusion in the process of exercise, thinking that they are mating and secrete the same pheromone. The same is true for humans. I just smelled a strong male hormone breath on you, so I think so."

"..." Someone was pouring cold water, and the water was still dirty.

"I didn't!" Sheng Heng's face was intertwined with green and blue, but he still spoke in defense.

"Well, I know, the senior is single." Yan Hao nodded.

"Not referring to this."

Yan Hao was taken aback for a moment. Why did the senior look a bit angry? Was it blamed on himself for speculating wildly in an imprecise state?

"I mean..." I don't just have no object, I don't even have that.

However, Sheng Heng opened his mouth several times and was not as embarrassed to say it, so he could only repeat it again violently, "I just didn't."

"I...I know, I'm sorry." Yan Hao didn't know what he said wrong, but Sheng Heng became unhappy, so he subconsciously apologized.

His apology, the chagrin and embarrassment on Sheng Heng's face, all turned into discouragement. From Yan Hao's expression, Sheng Heng knew that Yan Hao didn't care about his answer to this matter, that is to say, he didn't care whether he had a partner, whether he was single, or whether he had that past. An unprecedented sense of frustration swept through, making Sheng Heng extremely frustrated.

Can I really make him open up?

"You didn't do anything wrong, don't apologize." Meeting Yan Hao's cautious gaze, Sheng Heng softened, "I will continue to work hard."

Who made him fall in love with such a person can only take his time.

"What are you working on?" Yan Hao asked subconsciously.

Try to make you like me.

"Try to make yourself more likable." Sheng Heng changed his statement.

"Senior is already very popular." Yan Hao said.

"Do you think I am likable?" Sheng Heng looked at Yan Hao, feeling a little frustrated just now, and he got better.

"Ok."

"Do you like me?"

"I like it." Yan Hao answered like it almost without hesitation. Sheng Heng was the first friend he met after he was born again. He was the person who showed him the way when he was almost late for the exam and was the first to trust him unconditionally. The person who is willing to let him repair the mecha is someone who is short of money and introduces himself to the business. Just thinking about it casually, Yan Hao discovered that in just a few months, Sheng Heng seemed to have helped him a lot, "Senior, I like you."

"thumping!"

Sheng Heng only felt that his heart was about to explode. An unprecedented joy dispelled the previous discouragement and made him cheer up again.

"I remember what you said." In seven words, Sheng Heng said very seriously.

"Yeah." Yan Hao nodded heavily, as if he was afraid that Sheng Heng would not believe him, and repeated, "No matter what others think, I think seniors are very good, and I will always like seniors."

Yan Hao never thought that Sheng Heng would be so unconfident. He always thought that he was the only one who was not liked by others. Because of the experience in the previous life, he can best understand this feeling of not being liked. Because of this, he had to tell Sheng Heng so loudly, clearly, and repeatedly that he liked him.

So seniors, don't feel inferior, don't feel sad, let alone self-doubt, you are someone who likes you.

Junior brother, you are "confessing" to me, right? (He Shao: "You stinks shameless.")

"Okay, keep busy. I'll bring you food tonight." Sheng Heng smiled and rubbed Yan Hao's head. Although the sentence just now didn't mean what he expected, he was still very happy.

"No, there was a lot of that meal just now. I didn't finish it. I can have another meal in the evening." Yan Hao said.

"Then I'll come over to remind you to eat, so as to save your alarm clock from going off."

Yan Hao thought of the lie he had just told, and suddenly lowered his head in embarrassment.

Sheng Heng smiled and stood up. After getting dressed, he helped Yan Hao put the leftover meals into the freezer before leaving the laboratory.

dormitory.

Cheng Wenkang was lying on the bed watching the interstellar show. When Sheng Heng entered the door, his first reaction was: I wiped it, didn't it? It's over in such a short time?

Then I thought about it again, and felt it was wrong. With the physique of the boss, it would not end in such a short time. Could it be that I interrupted a good thing?

Perceiving this possibility, Cheng Wenkang immediately explained with a strong desire for survival: "Boss, I can't really blame me for that just now. How can you ask me to buy food for you when you said that you want it? You know I want it. I didn’t even lock the door when I delivered the food. It’s... I only have half the responsibility at most.”

"Shut up!" Sheng Heng threw a book over in angrily, "We were collecting data just now."

"What data, what data?" Cheng Wenkang pointed out.

"Do you want to die?" Sheng Heng threw another book over.

Cheng Wenkang smiled and avoided: "Let me just say, the elementary school brother looks unconscious, you won't develop so fast."

Without taking care of Cheng Wenkang, Sheng Heng took out a packet of herbs from the cabinet, took the basin, poured hot water, and soaked his hands after the effect of the medicine was released. In the final exams of the past few days, his fingers are already a bit tired. Tomorrow he will use mecha to practice fighting skills, and he needs to recover in advance.

"Boss, do your fingers hurt again?" Cheng Wenkang asked.

"No, it's just a little sore." Sheng Heng shook his head.

"The final exam last semester ended. If I remember correctly, your finger should be swollen. This time it was just a little sore, thanks to the herb bag from the junior brother." Cheng Wenkang said.

"Yeah." Sheng Heng felt the power of the medicine coming from his fingertips, and the warmth was just like the touch when Yan Hao helped him massage.

"I heard from my classmates that their hand speed has improved to a certain extent. This time the final exam, practical exercises, everyone took a good exam." Cheng Wenkang said with a good sense of self, "I think I All can get A."

"With the help of the medicine, everyone's hand injuries have been relieved to a great extent." Sheng Heng said, "Uncle Yue said, if the medicine can be soaked every three days, as long as it is not accidental damage, normal operation of the mecha , It can even keep the soldiers' fingers in their best condition."

"But isn't Brother Yan still hurting his hand?" Cheng Wenkang said that Brother Yan is Sheng Heng's eldest brother, Sheng Yan. Sheng Yan Da Shengheng is eight years old, and he is an eighth-level mecha division in the Federation. Mecha fighters who exceed level 7 in the Federation will have a special pharmacist to help them maintain their fingers.

"Big brother, that was an old injury from the past. Even if there is medicine to relieve it now, it will not be cured, just like... my hand." After speaking, Sheng Heng's tone became low.

"Brother Heng... now that medicine is so advanced, maybe we will have a turnaround when we go back this time." Cheng Wenkang said cautiously.

"Yeah." Sheng Heng smiled and didn't want to continue this topic, "I won't eat dinner with you, you can eat it yourself."

"Why?"

"I have an appointment with my junior brother."

"Say it in advance, don't want me to buy dinner for you." Cheng Wenkang roared loudly, and together with Sheng Heng tacitly did not mention the hand injury.

The author has something to say: a long time later.

Sheng Heng: You confessed to me first.

Yan Hao: Yes, it's me.

He Shao: You shameless!