The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Yisheng finished get off work. It was almost closing time, and there weren't many people left in the mall.

As she left the mall, she unsurprisingly saw Wen Zhi standing by the roadside.

Wen Yisheng walked over, and Wen Zhi took the backpack from her back and slung it over one shoulder.

"I told you you don't need to come every day. I can go back by myself. It's not far..." Wen Yisheng let him carry her bag.

Once certain things become 'mental habits'...

Everything was unconsciously trending towards becoming "taken for granted".

Wen Zhi smiled and gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear: "I was worried about you, so I came."

The two walked side by side on the road, where the city's neon lights and traffic were still dazzling at this hour.

"Today at the store, since no riders were available to take my order, I delivered food to a Meituan customer, but he gave me a bad review." Without Wen Zhi asking, Wen Yisheng would proactively share her trivial worries with him.

"You promised to give me a good review, but you broke your promise and made me get scolded by the manager. I'm so angry!" Wen Yisheng rarely used a derogatory term to describe someone, and her cheeks puffed out slightly.

A primary school kid?

Wen Zhi knew that she left the mall at 8:25 and went to an internet cafe called Beidou E-sports.

The motion-sensing locator displays accurate information.

At home, he would keep an eye on her position while doing his work.

I do regret not setting up a locator with recording functionality.

But it's not a big problem. Now, Ah Sheng has become completely dependent on him. Just like now, she will tell him everything on her own initiative, which makes Wen Zhi enjoy it immensely.

As for elementary school kids? Since they're just little brats who haven't even grown all their feathers yet, it doesn't matter.

"Since you're so unhappy, why don't you quit your job?" Wen Zhi suggested.

Wen Yisheng shook her head: "No, I'm happy most of the time."

When the two arrived home, Wen Zhi had already prepared a late-night snack. At the dinner table, Wen Yisheng looked a little worried. "Wen Zhi, how about we ban late-night snacks at home from now on?"

Wen Zhi stood opposite her, bent down, and leaned on the table, asking, "Why?"

Wen Yisheng tilted her head up and said, "I've gained weight."

"?" Wen Zhi shook his head. "Don't be silly."

"I've really gained weight!" Wen Yisheng said firmly, "A whole four pounds. Teacher Mi has already warned me."

Zhong Yue'er said there's a dance competition in November, with a prize of 30,000 yuan for first place, and Wen Yisheng wants to sign up.

Wen Zhi frowned slightly, sat down, and looked at her carefully: "Where have you gained weight? I can't see it at all."

"Anyway, I've gained weight."

Wen Zhi's gaze sharpened, and he subtly glanced at the girl's chest opposite him.

Yes, you have definitely gained weight.

He fattened her up himself.

~

Inside the shop, Wen Yisheng was busy tidying up the booths when Qi Xue suddenly called out to her, "Sheng Sheng, it seems someone specifically requested you to deliver takeout?!"

Wen Yisheng was completely confused. Meituan automatically accepts orders after the customer pays.

She checked her phone and saw a newly received order, number 41. The address looked very familiar. Then she looked at the customer's notes:

Qi*: I have a very strong attachment to the past, so I asked the older sister from last time to bring me food.

Qi Xue's gossip instincts were rekindled: "Sheng Sheng, isn't this the person who gave you a bad review last time? Why did he specifically ask you to deliver it?"

"Oh, I see. That bad review last time was just him trying to get your attention! What a cunning little Qi!"

"Is he handsome? What does he look like?"

Wen Yisheng was speechless: "...He's just a primary school kid."

"So, are you going to deliver this food or not?"

"deliver."

She wanted to see what this little kid was up to.

~

Wen Yisheng rode her electric scooter to Beidou Esports. She didn't call to ask for the address; she just carried the takeout and went straight up to the second floor.

e3005.

Upon closer inspection, he was indeed sitting there; he really is someone who cherishes the past, even using the same computer.

Wen Yisheng placed the takeout food next to the computer.

"Mr. Qi, is this your takeout?"

The boy was playing a game, staring blankly at the computer screen, his fair, well-defined fingers tapping incessantly on the keyboard.

She glanced at Wen Yisheng briefly, then said, "Thanks. This time it's definitely a great experience."

"..." Wen Yisheng felt inexplicably suffocated and turned to leave.

When I got back, I saw that Qi* had indeed left a positive review this time.

Three days later, Qi* placed another order.

Same address, same notes. Same food, same flight number.

Even Qi Xue couldn't help but waver: "Goodness, this little brother really has a sentimental streak."

"Sheng Sheng, are you still going to send it?"

Wen Yisheng didn't want to deliver it anymore, but if she didn't do it according to the notes, she was afraid that the little kid would give her a bad review again, and the store manager would scold her in the end.

"deliver!"

Wen Yisheng was very familiar with the route, carrying the takeout all the way up to the second floor, e3005.

This time, the boy didn't play games; instead, he leaned back in his gaming chair and watched a movie with a lazy expression.

"Takeout." Wen Yisheng didn't even bother with formalities, just dropped it off and left.

Qi Lin glanced back at her, a hint of a smile in his eyes, picked up his coffee, and took a sip.

And so, every four or five days, Qi would order takeout from Shiyi Cafe.

The note was later simplified to: "Sister. Nostalgic."

Summer vacation is almost over, and Wen Yisheng is delivering food again.

This time, the boy didn't look at the computer.

He turned and called out to her, the dim blue light falling on his face, unable to conceal his arrogant youthful spirit: "Sister, actually I don't have any sentimental attachments."