MTL - The Paranoid Protagonist is Addicted To My Stickers-Chapter 36 initiative

Xia Zhinian: "!!"

Ahhhhh!

Xia Zhinian lost his only point of support, his almond eyes widened, and he suddenly fell down.

"thump."

Underneath is a huge soft sponge. He was clasped by the waist and held tightly in his arms. He fell together like a stack of cubes, and bounced back twice, hitting his head on the hard shoulder of the person below him.

"Well."

Xia Zhinian let out a muffled snort, looked at Yan Ci who was pressed under him, got up with round almond eyes and numbly.

He looked a little flustered.

Yan Ci curled up his lips and smiled.

The bottom is the new secret room. It doesn't mean that it will end directly after being thrown down by the little girl, but there is a separate route to continue.

The secret room looks like a cellar, surrounded by old black wooden boards, with a rotten atmosphere. There may not be many people who fell, or the staff may have arranged it so deliberately.

There is a lot of dust in the house.

"Yan Ci."

Xia Zhinian wanted to go out quickly to meet the protagonist Gong, searched here and there, and finally found a hidden door in the closet, his almond eyes curved, "There is a door here."

Yan Ci turned his head, with a slightly condensed expression, strode forward, and said in a deep voice, "Don't drive, I—"

Before the words were finished, the young man opened the old door quickly, and a dusty, damp and suffocating breath rushed towards his face, sweeping around with floating dust particles.

Xia Zhinian was the first to bear the brunt, sneezed on the spot, frowned and stepped back, covering his mouth and nose to try to block it, but he had sucked in a lot just now.

His throat was itchy, and he couldn't hold back, let out a few muffled coughs.

"Cough cough, cough cough cough."

Yan Ci's face darkened, and he dragged him away from the door.

"Don't hold back the cough, can you catch your breath?"

Allergic asthma is still asthma in essence. The boy was not allergic to mite dust in the last hospital test, but ordinary people may cough and have difficulty breathing in this environment, and asthmatic patients are more likely to be induced to develop the disease.

Xia Zhinian pursed her lips and shook her head, her face turned pale, "Ahem, no, it's okay, ahem."

"Haunted house ash cough, the ash is so big, cough cough."

The boy looked a little shocked and aggrieved, biting his finger with a wrinkled face.

Yan Ci stretched out his hand to smooth his back, pulled his thin white fingers out from between his teeth, tightened the line of his lips, and lowered his voice.

"Just go out and stop playing."

Xia Zhinian: "?!"

"Don't cough cough."

The boy was stunned for a moment, like a child grabbing candy and being taken away by an adult, aggrieved, his almond eyes round and round, and Qiu immediately wanted to refuse, but he coughed a few times in a hurry.

"Ahem, it's rare to come here. I went out on the way, no, no Axie—it's boring."

Yan Ci: "..."

Seeing that his words were not going well, Yan Ci frowned, his face faded a lot, looked a little cold, but his voice was still gentle, "Have you brought your medicine?"

Asthma spray prescribed by the hospital.

Xia Zhinian pursed her lips, her eyelashes trembled, "I brought it."

"lie."

Yan Ci glanced at him. When the young man came today, he was empty-handed and only took a mobile phone.

The slightly slim jeans also tightly wrapped the two thin and straight long legs, and the pockets only had a little bulge of the phone.

Obviously there is no sign of bringing medicine.

Yan Ci looked down at him, his eyes darkened, "The doctor told me to take it with me, but you didn't."

Xia Zhinian pursed her lips tightly, tried to grit her teeth to hold back her cough, carefully raised her head to look at him, with obedient eyes, "I'm really fine, anyway, you're smart, you'll be out in a while."

The sleeves were pulled and tugged carefully, Yan Ci looked at his pale lips and his cheeks that were strangely crimson because he was holding back a cough, his face was slightly dark, his voice was cold, and he could not refute.

"no."

"Get out now."

I didn’t bring any medicine, and it’s very difficult to get emergency medicine for asthma in the first aid of the haunted house. This secret room is still pulled down by him. If he gets sick, he will be sent to the hospital for rescue...

Yan Ci's heart flinched, the thin scars at the end of his eyes were tinged with coolness, and he regretted his carelessness very rarely, and turned around to find the camera in the room to signal.

Xia Zhinian drooped his eyelashes, pursed his lips, and calmed down in the corner.

The staff came quickly, the door was opened, Xia Zhinian got up and walked out, Yan Ci raised his leg to follow.

"Go ahead and play, I'll just wait for you outside." Xia Zhinian turned around and stopped him.

is his reason.

You can't ruin other people's good vacation because of him.

Yan Ci comforted him softly, and patted his head, "It's okay, I can come next time."

How can there be so many next times.

Xia Zhinian didn't want to be in a bad mood, so she bent her eyes and smiled, showing no trace of her emotions.

"Let's talk about it next time. This is still a hidden route. You can continue to play and come out and tell me the story line behind."

Maybe they will meet Chu Qingjian, Zou Ziqian and the others soon.

"It's not too late to study the story line next time." Yan Ci didn't want to break up with him, so he walked out.

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Seeing this, he stood still and pouted, "We can only go out one of us, you choose."

Yan Ci paused, his black eyes fixed on him for a moment, his voice lowered a little, and he paused every word.

"Xia Zhinian."

Xia Zhinian smiled at him, and pushed him back, "Go on, go on, remember to figure out the story line, it will save me a waste of money and not know anything."

Turn around and follow the staff out.

Yan Ci stared at him for a long time, with a chill in his eyes, worried that he would be affected by staying in the airless secret room for a long time, so he didn't insist anymore, and turned to look for the agency.

But when he came out, there were people coming and going in the waiting area, except for the boy who looked like a rice cake dumpling.

A message pops up on the mobile phone because of the temporary small group that came to play in the haunted house——

[I left beforehand, you guys have fun. 】

【Cat waving.jpg】

Yan Ci looked at the notification on his phone, pursed his thin lips, and sent a friend request.

[YC]: Where is it?

- The other party has rejected the application.

【,】: My brother called me and said he wanted to eat zongzi, so he picked me up.

Yan Ci lowered his eyes, the tip of his tongue touched the roots of his teeth, and the bottom of his eyes was dark.

In fact, Xia Zhinian was not talking nonsense, the Xia family had just reunited for the Dragon Boat Festival, and they took time out to prepare to have a dinner together at home and eat zongzi.

But it was at night, leaving enough time for him to hang out with the rest of the class.

It was he who took a taxi back by himself, saying that he didn't feel interesting, so he came back first.

At the dinner table, several members of the Xia family sat together with He Lele, being intimate and easy-going. Xia Zhinian sat on the side and sighed softly, ran back to the room and stayed there after eating a dumpling, and didn't go any further.

The campus forum holiday time is also endless.

[If you don't understand, ask, is there a secret deal between Xiaocao and Xia Xiaoshen? 】

Map of the main building.

On the protruding table in the last row, Yan Ci rested his right hand on the table casually, and stretched out his left hand... into the hole of Xia Zhinian's table next to him, looking indifferently along his arms.

The young man tilted his body slightly, and stretched his hands into the hole of the table, as if fiddling with something, staring intently with almond eyes.

[Sago Luse]: ...? ? ? Is there any treasure hidden in this table hole?

【I miss you so much】: Woooo good match! So good that I'm tired of talking.

[The Rise of New CP]: Could it be that they are secretly holding hands, thieves laugh.jpg

[Writing papers]: What nonsense, this is in class, the perspective of the rear window candid shot, where did the poster get the picture?

[Writing papers]: It can't be P's.

[Old Landlord]: It’s a pure shoot without P, ​​without even a filter, I saw it by accident when I didn’t do my homework and was kicked out by the teacher, believe it or not.

[Hold high the blind CP banner]: I believe it, I believe it! Compete with the landlord, Wuwu candy is so delicious!

[Holding high the blind CP banner]: The direction of their arms is crossed, and they will definitely meet inside. This is obviously holding hands secretly!

【,】: ...Is it possible that they have some ulterior dark deal?

[Hold high the blind CP banner]: What kind of deal can there be? Holding hands and comparing hearts? Or study? It's sweeter~

【,】: How could it be like this, it must be some kind of unpleasant transaction, you can see that none of their expressions are happy.

[Holding high the blind CP banner]: Why not happy? It's not all very happy! @Upstairs what's the matter with you, Yan Shenduwei is still Xia Zhinian's mortal enemy? Go, go, play.

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Xia Zhinian touched his nose speechlessly, lying on the bed and typing.

【,】: May I ask, who is the blind CP in this ID?

[Hold high the banner of Blind Eye CP]: Hey, Yan Ci×Xia Zhinian, Yan Xia CP, Blind Eye CP, isn't it cute!

[Hold high the banner of blind CP]: Happy villain circles around.gif

Xia Zhinian: "..."

I think you are really blind.

Still cute, how cute? !

It's more or less terrible.

Xia Zhinian took a deep breath, smacked his lips, and long-pressed the post to report. The reason for the report: to tarnish the reputation of the well-known outstanding student Yan Ci, and his bad behavior cannot be indulged.

It will take a while to deal with it, he scrolled down, and there are still a lot of blind CP fans, and the post is full of nonsense.

Xia Zhinian was stunned for a moment, very shocked, exclaimed that one sentence was really nonsense, and then reported them one by one.

But this post just goes on and on and on and on and on.

He kept reporting until midnight, when the phone beeped.

[Sorry, you are suspected of too many malicious reports, and you are now banned for three days, please act calmly. 】

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Xia Zhinian: "...?!"

Xia Zhinian was stunned and shocked.

Where did he report maliciously? !

Doesn't he know if he and Yan Ci have a CP?

That's a pure transaction, okay?

Xia Zhinian's head was buzzing, and he was so angry and hungry.

Looking at the time, it's half past one in the middle of the night.

He ate a zongzi at night, and now he has digested it all, and he is very hungry, but there is nothing to eat in his room.

The guards in the villa area are strictly guarded, and it's the middle of the night, so it's inconvenient to take out.

Xia Zhinian took a deep breath and lay back down, thinking that he would be able to fall asleep for a while, but he became more and more hungry, and couldn't hold back, he got up from the bed, touched his empty belly, quietly went downstairs, and went into the kitchen in the dark.

There were still zongzi left at night, but they were put in the refrigerator. He found a small plate and brought out two to go out.

The eyes suddenly brightened, a strong light flashed, and the light of the flashlight shone head-on.

Xia Zhinian squinted his eyes and avoided it for a while, the light quickly moved away, and a surprised voice sounded softly.

"Every year?"

Jiang Yuan showed surprise, she got up to drink water and heard some movement, so she came to take a look, but she didn't expect to see her youngest son here.

It's so rare, except when eating, I rarely go downstairs every year.

She glanced at the small plate in Xia Zhinian's hand, and suddenly smiled, "It's midnight, are you hungry?"

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Xia Zhinian originally wanted to take it and go up, so as not to wake up others at night, but he bumped into it directly, his face was a little red, and he nodded slightly.

"Somewhat."

I'm afraid it's not a little bit.

If you're not too hungry, you probably can't bear to sleep.

Jiang Yuan took the small plate from his hand, her hands were cold, "You ate too little at night, this zongzi was just taken out of the refrigerator, it's too cold to eat."

She looked around the kitchen, "Let me cook some noodles for you."

"No need to."

Xia Zhinian subconsciously refused, "It's late, it's too troublesome, I'm not very hungry, so I don't mind eating."

"Take it."

Jiang Yuan handed him the phone, "Show me the light."

Xia Zhinian held up the phone, pursed her lips, poked at the edge of her pajamas restlessly with her fingertips, and whispered: "It's really not necessary."

Jiang Yuan ignored him, put the pot on to boil water, took out the noodles from the cabinet, for a moment, pondered back and forth between large and small seasoning bottles, with a hint of bewilderment on her gentle and delicate face, talking to herself.

"It's bad, which one is salt..."

She doesn't know much about cooking.

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Xia Zhinian rolled his eyes and persuaded softly, "Don't do it."

Jiang Yuan said firmly, "If you have to do it, don't leave."

When the water boiled, she put the noodles in. The water was a little low, and the fire was high. Bubbles bubbled up quickly, and the noodles were boiled together, looking like they were going to be sticky.

"…mom?"

"Every year?"

Another voice suddenly sounded, and the tall figure stepped closer, looking at it with long and narrow eyes in confusion, "What are you doing?"

Jiang Yuan was overjoyed, "Xiaohan, you came just in time, we are both hungry, come and cook some noodles, hurry up."

...the two of us?

The original owner's mother was afraid that he would be embarrassed, so she said that she was also hungry.

Xia Zhinian looked up at her, but Jiang Yuan smiled and didn't notice, he lowered his head, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

Xia Wenhan took over the pot of noodles, and seeing that it was not good enough, he changed the pot again, added more water to boil, and put a lot of noodles in it.

"Xiaohan doesn't need that much."

Xia Wenhan looked pale, "I'm a little hungry too."

It was inevitable that the three of them would make a lot of noise when they got together, and after a while, another person came down upstairs.

Standing at the door of the kitchen, Xia Hongyu was stunned to see his wife and son neatly inside, "What are you doing here?"

What family activities, why don't you call him? !

Jiang Yuan, Xia Wenhan, Xia Zhinian and the three of them were facing the pot, they all turned their heads to look at the sound.

Xia Hongyu: "..."

Xia Hongyu trembled and was confused for a moment, "What's wrong?"

"Dad." Xia Wenhan had a calm expression on his face, "Do you want noodles?"

Xia Hongyu looked at the three of them one by one, nodded heavily, "Eat."

Divide among four people, and the noodles were a little less, Xia Wenhan heated up some of the rice dumplings, and the four of them put the stuff on the table together.

The headlights were turned on, and it was like daytime. Several people sat around the table, as if it was not midnight, but when they were eating rice dumplings in the afternoon, they were very close to each other, chatting and laughing.

Xia Hongyu was very happy to eat the zongzi, "Why do I feel that the zongzi tastes better than in the afternoon?"

Xia Wenhan nodded calmly, not knowing whether to be perfunctory or agree.

Xia Zhinian looked around, and they all ate a lot, and they didn't look like they were hungry and insisted on eating... Maybe it was because he finished eating in the afternoon and left early, so the three of them didn't eat much.

Xia Zhinian lowered his head and bit the zongzi, the sweet and glutinous taste spread in his mouth, but his nose suddenly felt sore.

...If it was the original owner, they might not be able to hide so quickly, and the Xia family would have a good time.

Yan Ci found that Xia Zhinian often didn't go back to Xia's house at noon in the past few days. Most of the lunch was takeaway, and the takeaway was basically Zou Ziqian's barbecue, and one person could kill a lot.

In class in the afternoon, Xia Zhinian held his still round belly and hummed, his chin was pressed on the table, his long eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes, and his mouth was flattened.

Yan Ci put away Xia Zhinian's voice-to-text printed notes for him, reached out to help his drooping hair, and asked in a gentle voice.

"Too much?"

Xia Zhinian nodded and sighed, "A little bit."

Yan Ci patted his head, and suddenly said: "The haunted house last time, you haven't asked me about the story line yet."

Xia Zhinian got a little interested, clutched his stomach and turned his head, "Then let me ask now, what is the story line?"

Yan Ci looked down at him, the scars at the end of the eyes were clear, "A family of five, at night, a little girl named Quiet was coaxed to sleep by her mother on the grounds that she should sleep quietly and quietly, and a fire broke out at night."

"The little girl died in her sleep, not knowing she was dead, and her spirit wandered around the house, scaring anyone who entered her home."

"It's gone, old-fashioned plot."

Xia Zhinian smiled, "It's quite interesting."

The corners of Yan Ci's lips curled slightly, looking at him with unclear meaning, his voice was very soft, "Didn't you say to wait for us?"

"I left beforehand and sent a message in the group."

Xia Zhinian covered her stomach with her hands, and frowned slightly.

"Yan Ci."

He bit his lips and called out to the boy next to him, moved closer and lowered his voice, looked at his right arm with round almond eyes.

"How is your wound?"

Yan Ci smiled gently, "It's scabbed over, there's no big problem, but it still hurts at night."

Xia Zhinian's eyes were round, he blinked, he stepped on the front bar of the stool and sat like a small ball, white and tender, his voice was a little softer, almost full of breath.

"Then you, that...then what?"

Yan Ci: "??"

Yan Ci raised his eyebrows, pretending to be puzzled and chuckled lightly, "What is that?"

Xia Zhinian's ears were slightly hot, and his eyes wandered, "That's right, yours..."

He gritted his teeth, his earlobe was covered with a seductive blush, and his voice was so soft that it was almost unrecognizable, "You, do you want...to touch it?"

Yan Ci paused slightly, his eyes darkened a little, the corners of his lips curled up into a smile, and he lowered his voice a little closer, the low and pleasant voice fell straight into the young man's ears.

"If you want to touch it, can you touch it?"

"Student Xia is so kind to me."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

A bit of warm air brushed past, Xia Zhinian's ears itched, redness spread out from the base of the ear and climbed up to the tip of the ear, he froze for a while, and stammered a few words.

"No, no, I..." He carefully glanced at Yan Ci, thinking of the plot that could not be delayed any longer, bit his lip, and boldly said, "You said it... one, one for one."

Yan Ci's expression changed slightly, and his smile became more warm, "Oh, Xia, do you need me to do something?"

So take the initiative to give in?

Well, it's considered progress.

The thin scars at the end of Yan Ci's eyes were stained with a bit of gentleness, and the hearts of those who watched were thumped.

Xia Zhinian's back was cold, and he bit his bullet, "Just say whether you agree or not."

Yan Ci stared at him, frowned and smiled softly, "As long as I can do it, I can do it."

Xia Zhinian's eyes lit up, he straightened up, "Really? You can't go back on your word."

Yan Ci: "..."

He suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

Xia Zhinian's almond-shaped eyes were bent, he looked around to make sure no one was paying attention, quickly took out something from his schoolbag, and stuffed it into his hand, the voice was so small that only the two of them could hear it, his almond-shaped eyes were shining.

"Help me, help me give this love letter...to Brother Chu."

"…love letter?"

A love letter to...Chu Qingjian?

Holding the light blue envelope in his hand, Yan Ci tugged at the corners of his mouth, the smile in his eyes faded away, only the corners of his lips became hooked, and his expression was slightly cold.

Xia Zhinian trembled when he saw him, his heart pounded twice, his almond eyes widened, "It's okay."

He instinctively raised his hand to take back the envelope, but the person in front of him raised his hand to avoid it. The front of his chest suddenly tightened, his whole body was pulled vigorously, and his upper body uncontrollably leaned towards Yan Ci.

Xia Zhinian: "!!"

"Well."

What are you doing? !

He suppressed the muffled hum, his eyes rounded, his heart was beating wildly for a moment, and he wanted to shrink back, but the strength on the front of his clothes was terrifying, pulling him forward.

His body tilted uncontrollably, his whole body was tense, his eyes were wide open, his upper body was caught off guard by Yan Ci's legs, his hands were trapped under his body, and his whole body was covered behind the table, so that no one could see him.

No one can save him.

Xia Zhinian's body was stiff, and he tried to get up with his long legs in a panic, but a hand came up from his back, patted his shoulder slowly, and pulled him into his arms.

Xia Zhinian: "!!"

Uh, help!

The black sesame glutinous rice **** are about to eat people!

"Student Xia."

Yan Ci clearly felt the young man's panic and tension, and he piled some books on the table with one hand to block him, with a soft smile on his face, and his voice sounded like he just came out of some sugar factory, wrapped in a layer of glamorous sweet cream.

"Hey, did I tell you to stay away from Chu Qingjian, huh? Don't you remember?"

He brushed his thin spine with his fingertips, let out a soft snort, and smiled softly, "Why, knowing that Chu Qingjian is looking for someone to read a love letter, he became interested again?"

Xia Zhinian was forced to bury him in front of his chest, thinking he couldn't get up, his heartbeat was fast and anxious, his eyes were round and shrunk, his fingertips turned white, he instinctively wanted to run but held back.

"I, I know Brother Chu doesn't like me, so I let you give it to me."

He gritted his teeth, felt his fingertips slipping on his back, his mouth was about to cry, but he curled up to hide, but in the end he leaned closer to his arms, his fingertips clenched his sleeves, hummed softly, and continued speaking boldly .

"I don't want to disturb his life, so you don't need to tell him that I sent it, or, or simply... say you sent it yourself?"

The smile on Yan Ci's face disappeared, and he looked at him inexplicably.