Of course, just writing homework is not interesting. When Lin Heng picked up the pen, he thought: "How about we have a competition to see who can write faster and have a higher accuracy rate?"

"Okay." Zongque responded, "What should I do if I win or lose?"

Since there is a competition, of course there will be rewards and punishments.

"Loser... I went out to buy ice cream at noon." Lin Heng smiled and said, "How about it?"

"Okay." Zongque agreed.

The homework for the same subject was being carried out at the same time, the pen tip was brushing on the paper, and the progress of both people was quite fast.

The pages of the test paper were turned, and neither party stopped even when it came to the big question at the end.

When the set alarm rang, the two men stopped writing at the same time. Lin Heng turned over and looked at Zongque's progress and said, "The same question?"

"Yeah." Zongque responded.

"Then let's get the answer." Lin Heng moved the test paper over.

The answer was very fast. Except for the different handwriting on the two people's test papers, the answers were exactly the same. There was no difference even in the formula process of the big questions.

The final result is no win or loss.

"What should I do?" Lin Heng looked at the exact same test paper, and the feeling of pulling it out with one hand reappeared. Compared with winning or losing, he felt a greater sense of accomplishment.

But the sun was scorching outside. He asked his aunt to empty the refrigerator and cut off the power before returning home for the holidays. Now he couldn't eat ice cream.

"Want to eat ice cream?" Zongque asked.

Lin Heng nodded: "I want to eat."

"Let's go together." Zongque stood up and said.

Lin Heng raised his head and smiled: "Okay."

In such hot weather, he didn't want to go out alone, but it was different if he had someone with him.

The air conditioner kept the room cool, but the moment I opened the door, the heat wave outside swept over me, as if I had stepped directly into a steamer.

Lin Heng stopped and when Zongque looked over, he said, "I suddenly felt that it would be good not to eat ice cream."

Zongque reached out and grabbed the back of his neck and took him out of the house. The door was closed and the hand on the back of his neck was retracted. Lin Heng's palms were already slightly wet: "I just hesitated."

"Let me help you get rid of this hesitation." Zongque walked down the stairs.

Everything has been packed up, and it is inevitable to go downstairs. Instead of hesitating, it is better to just call it a day.

"Thank you then." Lin Heng regained his composure and said.

"You're welcome." Zongque said.

Lin Heng felt that his palms were no longer sweaty, but rather itchy.

The kind of itch that makes you want to punch someone.

The sun was really burning, so the two of them went to the nearby supermarket in the shade, bought some scattered ice cream and put it in the refrigerator.

Even though it was a holiday, the aunt who lived nearby would still come over to cook at noon. The two of them took a shower and took a nap after eating.

The Lin family bought the house here just to make it convenient for Lin Heng to study. The units here have almost the same room structure, three bedrooms and one living room, two of which have become bedrooms, and the remaining one has become a study room.

Taking a nap is very convenient and doesn’t disturb each other.

Zongque got up from a nap for half an hour and washed his face, but no one came out of the other room. He gently opened the door and found the young man wrapped in a thin quilt sleeping soundly.

During the holidays, students tend to stay up late, and when they stay up late, they tend to get up late, and it is easy to fall asleep for a long time during the hot summer day. Zongque thought about how he got up early, quietly closed the door and sat in the study.

He didn't touch his homework, but picked a book about piano from the bookshelf and sat aside.

If his family has plenty of money, he always pays attention to other aspects of development when raising his children. Lin Heng did not show too much ability in this area in school, but there are certificates of examinations and awards on his bookshelf, and in a corner of his study room.

If the piano is covered and there is no dust, it means that it is played regularly.

Zongque also dabbled in music. At that time, he was leading people in the entertainment industry, and artists had a dual career in singing and acting. As an agent, he also needed to have some understanding of these things to ensure that there would be less unexpected situations, but it was limited to dabbling.

Not very proficient.

After living several lives, his life was extended a lot, while Lin Heng only lived a life of more than ten years, which was quite outstanding.

As the book turned page after page, the sun gradually became less intense. Zongque looked at the time. Although it was still bright, it would get dark in an instant if he didn't leave.

He put a bookmark in the book and put it on the bookshelf. He picked up his phone and clicked a few times. He remembered the state in which Lin Heng woke up in the morning. The phone must not have been muted.

After the message was deleted, he tore off a piece of paper from the scratch paper and wrote a few words on it.

It's getting dark. I'll leave first. I'll leave my homework here for now. I'll come back tomorrow morning.

Zongque.18:03.

The note was placed on the homework book. Zongque picked up his things, put on his shoes, gently closed the door and left. When he went downstairs, his phone vibrated. He took out his phone and saw the newly sent message.

Ji Zhou: The trace of Liao Feng has been confirmed.

The message was followed by his address and his current job.

Zongque stopped: reveal this to Qian Hai's news network.

The other party who is lending money must have an information network and is not short of money, but they must be reluctant to spend so much money chasing someone who doesn't know where they are, so they will make it difficult to find him.

Ji Zhou: No problem.

Putting away his cell phone, Zongque got on the bus home.

When the sun set in the west and the sky became a little hazy, the man who was sleeping in the dark with a thin quilt trembled his eyelashes twice, turned over and sat up from the bed.

He grabbed his hair and looked out the window. His consciousness suddenly woke up, but he was also confused for a moment. He took his mobile phone and looked at the time on it. He got out of bed and went outside. He no longer heard any human sounds.

Lin Heng rubbed his temples, feeling that he had a headache after sleeping for too long. He sat in front of the desk and woke up, and also found the note left on it.

With his eyes fixed and looking at the time on it, Lin Heng touched his phone and sent a message.

Lin Heng: Are you home?

The message over there came back very quickly: Just arrived.

"It takes more than an hour to get home. How early did you get up?" Lin Heng murmured twice, but couldn't help but lie down on the desk.

The message over there came over again: Just woke up?

Lin Heng smiled: Well, I slept from noon to night, and my head hurt.

Zongque lowered his eyes and typed: Wash your face with water and walk around to relieve the pain.

Lin Heng: I don’t want to move. I’m lazy.

Zongque's expression was motionless, and it would indeed be uncomfortable if he slept for a long time at noon, and his biological clock was reversed, but these were the only ways to alleviate it.

Lin Heng didn't see him send a message for a long time, and he felt a little uneasy. Maybe the words were too intimate and too obvious for the other party to notice.

While he was typing, a message came over: You can continue sleeping until tomorrow morning.

Lin Heng paused with his fingers and deleted the words he typed: "Am I the God of Sleep?"

With a flick of his finger, a new message was sent: It takes you so long to get home, but you can actually stay at my place for the next few days.

It's so hot outside, and it's so hot bumping back and forth.

He had thought about going to the city library together, but there were a lot of children there in the summer and they couldn't talk to disturb others, so it was still inconvenient in many places.

Zongque looked at the things piled on the table: If I can't do it these days, I'll take a shower first.

Lin Heng paused with his fingers and said two words: OK.

"So you have anything to do when you go back these days?" Lin Heng sighed softly, put down his phone and went to prepare his dinner.

Taking a shower means ending the conversation. If you want to start again, you must find something serious to talk about. If you talk too much, the other party may notice your thoughts.

It would be nice if they were more than just friends, but I always felt that even if they were more than just friends, that guy wouldn't be free to talk nonsense to him.

Lin Heng's biological clock was not affected at all. The homework during the holiday continued. Zongque came early and left late. He didn't seem to find it any trouble to go back and forth.

On the last day, all the homework was completed. Lin Heng looked at him putting the homework in his schoolbag and said: "The day after tomorrow is equivalent to the beginning of school. Have a good rest tomorrow."

Zongque looked up at him: "Are you going back tomorrow?"

"Go back tomorrow to pack some things and bring them over in the afternoon." Lin Heng slowly took a deep breath and smiled, "You are not allowed to live on campus during competition training. Do you want to live here with me?"

Even after convincing myself, I still couldn't help but want to get closer to him.

"Okay." Zongque agreed, "What time will you be back tomorrow afternoon?"

"Around five o'clock." Lin Heng's heart felt slightly warm.

"I'll be here at six o'clock," Zongque said.

"Well, okay." Lin Heng smiled.

Zongque took the things and left. Lin Heng stood at the window and watched the tall figure slowly walking out and submerging into the sunset, his heart beating extremely violently.

It's a kind of uncontrollable joy that makes people scratch their hearts and lungs, but they can't understand it. There is a trace of heartache and bitterness that they can't ask for, but the remaining 99% is just that it makes people's blood boil.

of sweetness.

His situation should be called...

"Secret love."

…

Lin Heng went home just to pick up the new seasonal clothes that his mother had chosen for him. He had good taste and was not unconventional among the students. The styles were well designed and the fabrics were very comfortable.

"You said why do you have to go to the school house to do your homework? It would be nice to let your classmates come to do it at home." Mother Lin said comparing the clothes one by one.

"He's shy." Lin Heng said as he packed his clothes one by one.

"Huh?" Mother Lin smiled and rubbed his hair and said, "Your classmate doesn't look shy. Where did a kid learn to speak so easily?"

"I learned from you." Lin Heng smiled.

"That's true. After all, he was born by me." Mother Lin patted him and said, "Okay, I won't ask you why. It's good to have a classmate as a companion. At least it's safe."

"Yeah." Lin Heng's heart moved slightly when he thought of Zongque.

"Son, have you been in love recently?" Mother Lin looked sideways at him and asked suddenly.

Lin Heng paused in his hands and subconsciously looked away: "No, I want to study hard now and get into the ideal university."

Mother Lin sat aside, looking at her son's guilty behavior, and sighed softly in her heart.

Love is like sand hidden in the palm of your hand. The more you want to hide it, the harder it is to hide it.

"Well, my son is really ambitious. Come on, he will definitely be admitted to the university of his dreams." Mother Lin reread the last few words with a smile.

Lin Heng felt that there was really not much sincerity in her words.

…

Lin Heng arrived at his residence at five o'clock, and it was only five-twenty when he finished packing and putting away clothes, and the waiting time seemed to pass by counting seconds until the doorbell rang at fifty.

When Lin Heng opened the door, the first thing he saw was not a person, but a box he was holding in his hand that was hard to ignore: "What is this?"

"Thank you." Zongque walked in and put the things down and said, "Open it and take a look."

Lin Heng closed the door and when he opened the box, he saw a very beautiful model of the academy.

The school gate, an iconic building, is exquisite and shocking. Even every roof tile and every window is clearly visible.

This is the iconic look of his ideal university.

"Where did you buy this?" Lin Heng looked at it, his eyes full of joy.

"I made it myself," Zongque said.

Of course, it is better to make a thoughtful gift yourself.

At that moment, Lin Heng seemed to know the reason why Zongque went back every day. He heard the sound of his heart beating violently, which made people panic.
Chapter completed!