Half-baked

7.
A moment of silence.
The subway sounded the arrival reminder.

Huai Nian and Duan Huaian walked out of the carriage one after the other and followed the crowd, always keeping a distance between them.

As the night deepens in late autumn, the temperature gradually cools.
The community is only one stop away from the school, but it is deserted compared to the bustling area.

The night breeze was chilly, and she missed holding the warm cup of milk tea in her hands, giving her the illusion that the shop employee had just made it and put it in her hands.

Huai Nian walked in front and Duan Huaian walked behind her.
The sound of the wind drowned out the sound of his footsteps.

Huai Nian kept her head down drinking her milk tea and didn't look back for him.

arrive home.
Miss turning on the lights.

When changing shoes, a "clicking" sound was heard from the room.
The half-human-high robot walked in front of Huai Nian, walking very slowly, not because of a bug in the program, but because it was intentional, and it walked with its hands and feet together. It had a pair of big, round eyes, and around its neck hung a butterfly pendant necklace that Huai Nian bought for it.

This is the robot that Duan Huaian made after he graduated from the college entrance examination. He gave the right to name it to Huainian.
The mental journey of reminiscing about those times is extremely complicated, from the initial "I want to stay away from Duan Huai'an", to "He is a nice person", and then to "He is a piece of trash".

So when it came to naming the robot, Nostalgia was reluctant and perfunctory: "Little Machine, Little Instrument, Little Man. Which one do you like?"

Duan Huaian could tell that she was blaming him indirectly.
Physically, psychologically, double abuse.

chick.
mean.
villain.

Duan Huaian looked at Huai Nian with a dim gaze, and stared at her silently.
Huai Nian felt so scared by being stared at that she changed her words uncomfortably: "I think it looks pretty, why not call it Xiao Mei?"

Huai Nian touched Xiao Mei's head and went into the house.
As soon as she walked into the master bedroom bathroom, Duan Huai'an followed in.
Nostalgia rolled her eyes: "I want to take a shower by myself."

Duan Huai'an leaned against the door and asked her calmly, "Aren't you going to do your homework?"
"..."
"Teacher, are you in a hurry?"
"..." Huai Nian pretended to be calm and replied, "The teacher just sent a message saying that she is not in a hurry and can wait until tomorrow to hand it in."

Duan Huaian had already seen through her lies and did not expose them further.

He looked lazy and said casually, "You wash yours, and I'll wash mine."

If this was the first time I heard him say this, Huai Nian might have believed him.
However, she missed the countless times Duan Huai'an had said something insincere, so she tried to awaken the few consciences in Duan Huai'an in a gentle voice: "I'll wash, then you wash. Or you wash, then I wash, okay?"

Duan Huaian reached over with his hand hanging by his side and locked the door quickly.

He smiled: "Not good."

In the empty but closed bathroom, there is no escape from the nostalgia.
She shouted: "Duan Huai'an, you go back on your word - don't touch me -"
"Didn't you say, you wash yours and I wash mine?"
"what--"
"You went back on your word!"

Water of suitable temperature flowed over their heads, the shower room was filled with hot steam, and the white mist enveloped them in the same steam.

Duan Huai'an said calmly, "You wash yours, and I wash mine."
He took a shower before going to the school meeting. Of course, what he wanted to shower was not himself, but her.

He didn't go back on his word.

Huai Nian's reason for not liking to be in the bathroom is simple: she is not physically strong, while Duan Huai'an is physically strong beyond the average person. If they had not gone to the same high school, Huai Nian would have thought that he was admitted to NCU as a sports student.
Moreover, Duan Huai'an strictly adheres to the principle of consistency between appearance and reality. He has long legs everywhere. He looks thin when he is dressed, but has excellent and full muscles when he is undressed. He is strong where he should be.

The three rules that Huai Nian and Duan Huaian had previously agreed upon were not without reason.

He is a very unrestrained person. In this small bathtub, he can change three or four postures and express his nostalgia in different ways.

In the end, her memories were washed away by Duan Huaian's arms, and her tears flowed uncontrollably.

"Don't cry, baby," Duan Huai'an gently pressed her waist and said, "I'll be gentler next time."

"It's always next time. I don't believe you will be gentler next time."

Duan Huaian's cold white neck was bent, revealing his back, with clear fingerprints and claws.
He admitted shamelessly: "Thank you for your disbelief. I will definitely live up to your expectations of me."

"..."
"..."
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I miss spending my weekends here at Duanhuaian.
Duan Huai'an did not allow the nanny to enter the study because there were too many important things in the study, which involved his robot research and development team. But Huai Nian had her own exclusive place in Duan Huai'an's room.

In the study, half of the books are filled with nostalgic books, and the other half are filled with Duan Huai'an's books.

Duan Huai'an finds every opportunity to allow nostalgia to exist in his life.

My roommates sang all night on Friday and didn't come back until the early morning of the next day.
Every bed in the dormitory had its curtains drawn, so no one noticed Huai Nian was gone. When I woke up the next day, I saw no movement on Huai Nian's bed, so I opened the curtains and realized she hadn't returned to the dormitory to spend the night.

In the dormitory group, Jingyue asked Huainian: [Have you gone to the tutoring class again? ]

Huai Nian glanced at Duan Huai'an who was sitting next to him and sighed silently: [Yes.]
Jing Yue: [It’s so hard. ]
Miss: [Not hard work, but a hard life. 】
Duan Huai'an was sitting next to her. She complained calmly: [Double torture of body and mind.]

When the three roommates in the dormitory saw her speech, they all sent funny emoticons in the dormitory group to comfort her and make her happy.

I chatted with my roommates for a while and relaxed a little.

She suddenly remembered the ticket for the robot fighting competition.
At the meeting last night, the student union said that each college would be given ten tickets. Huai Nian could use her power for personal gain and give three tickets to her roommate, but she couldn't do that.

Huai Nian put down the phone, and silently, slowly and gently pulled the corner of Duan Huai'an's clothes with his fingers.

Duan Huai'an was typing away on the keyboard. He was very focused on what he was doing and didn't pay much attention to the things around him. So Huai Nian increased her strength and pulled at the corner of his clothes.
"Duan Huai'an."

Seeing her looking for him, Duan Huai'an turned his attention to her: "What's wrong?"

Strange to say.
Huai Nian is very good at acting like a spoiled child and is also very good at asking people to do things for her.
But bowing her head to Duan Huaian seemed like something she would never be able to learn and didn't want to learn in her lifetime.

On one side is the roommate who lives with me day and night, and on the other side is Duan Huai'an who lives with me day and night...

Huai Nian cleared his throat and asked him hesitantly, "That robot fighting competition... the contestants should have tickets, right?"

As the president of the school student union, Duan Huaian certainly has a lot of tickets.
However, the one I miss is Duan Huaian, a contestant.

The two are of course different, and the contestant has his own friends and family tickets.

Duan Huaian raised his eyes slightly, feeling curious that she took the initiative to ask him for a ticket.
You have to know that in the previous two competitions, Duan Huai'an did everything, whether it was explicit or implicit, and missed the heartless: "The school for the competition is too far, I still won't go."

Duan Huai'an asked her, "How many do you want?"
Miss: “Three.”
Duan Huai'an: "Why do you need so much?"
Miss: “My roommates want to watch it.”

Men.
Duan Huaian grasped the key words.
He didn't respond for a long time, his long dark eyes staring at Huai Nian, who immediately changed his words: "- Four, I forgot I need tickets too."

"Okay." Duan Huai'an's straight lips relaxed, and his mood improved visibly. "Remember to cheer me up when the time comes."

"You can get first place whether you work hard or not, right?" Huai Nian muttered, almost to herself, and Duan Huai'an couldn't hear clearly, "What are you mumbling about?"

Huai Nian nonchalantly replied, "I said I would cheer you on."

During the two days of the weekend, Huai Nian studied seriously and Duan Huaian did not disturb her.

By Sunday night, after reviewing the knowledge points she had learned and watching a long medical documentary, she felt a little bored. She went to the bathroom and came out, and saw Xiaomei standing by the sofa in the living room. She walked over and pressed the power button.

The process of Xiaomei starting up is very gorgeous. Its upper body is a screen that emits bright blue-gold light. Just a few strokes of light outline the image of a flying butterfly.

Xiaomei was designed by Duan Huaian two years ago. At that time, Duan Huaian's ability was far less than it is now, so Xiaomei was particularly simple.
It’s not very intelligent, and it can’t speak. Its only use is to pick up packages.

I miss the time when I was half squatting and saw that the butterfly pendant on Xiaomei's neck was crooked, and I tried to straighten it.

Suddenly I heard the robot speak——
Xiaomei: "Master, good evening."

The voice sounds familiar, I seem to have heard it somewhere before?
It took about ten seconds for Huai Nian to react.

Isn't that her voice?
Duan Huaian actually collected her voice source and used it to synthesize Xiaomei's voice?
and.
What did she just hear?
What did the voice that overlapped with hers say?
Lord what...
...Who?

Owner?
Owner? ? ?
Owner!!!!!

What the hell is this master? ! ! !
Miss trying to calm myself down.
It was at this moment that she realized that when people's emotions fluctuate violently, their brains are blank. She couldn't think of a single swear word, or even any words that could describe Duan Huai'an's behavior.

She took a deep breath, stood up and walked to the study, pushed open the door, and stared at Duan Huaian expressionlessly.

Duan Huai'an took off his glasses and asked in confusion: "Are you in a bad mood?"

There was a cold emotion in Huai Nian's eyes and a cold voice: "I command you."
He spoke in a condescending tone, without any fear at all.
"Change Xiaomei's voice for me."

"..."
Duan Huai'an frowned, as if recalling something. There was only one night light in the study, and as he stood up, he blocked most of the light. Some unclear memories came to him like a shadow, and he remembered something.
"Xiao Mei, are you using my voice or your voice?" She showed a casual attitude of not caring about the matter but just wanting to watch the fun.

Huai Nian was stunned: "You are the one who made Xiaomei's voice?"

"Chi Jingting came yesterday, and he fiddled with it for a long time." Duan Huai'an paused, thoughtfully saying, "He said he had a big surprise for me, and he guaranteed that I would like it."
"So," Duan Huai'an knew his friend's bad taste, and his words were more understanding, "--Xiaomei used your voice?"

Even if it wasn't Duan Huaian who did it, the feeling of nostalgia would not improve.
Anyway, the brothers Duan Huaian and Chi Jingting are birds of a feather.

Duan Huaian has already walked in front of Xiaomei.

He raised his eyebrows and talked to Xiaomei: "Xiaomei, what time is it now?"
Xiao Mei replied: "Master, it is 10:47 pm now."

The expression on Duan Huaian's face froze for a moment.

Their eyes met.

Miss hearing the word "master" makes her scalp tingle: "I can tolerate it using my voice, but I can't tolerate it shouting with my voice..."
"...Master." She found it difficult to speak, and each word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth.

Hear the words.
Duan Huai'an's eyebrows relaxed, he curved his lips, and said in a very talkative manner: "It needs to be changed."

I miss him because he really had kindness in his bones that had never been buried.

Unexpected.
Then I heard him ask in a casual, joking voice,
"So, you want me to call you 'Master'?"

(End of this chapter)