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    Zhou Mingxu lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and walked past her in slippers.

    She was afraid that he would look down on her ability to instant noodles, and was about to flee the scene, so she hurriedly said, "Where are you going?"

    Zhou Mingxu stood at the door with a delicate expression: "to the toilet."

    There seems to be a little laziness in the eyes, as if asking if you want to be together.

    She sneered twice, then backed out of the room: "You go, you go first."

    After leaving Zhou Mingxu's room, Qiao Yixi tore off the cover of the fresh shrimp and fish noodles, removed the seasoning packet and poured hot water, planning to make a portion for himself first.

    Zhou Mingxu came out after a while. He brushed his teeth and washed his face by the way. The young man smelled like a mixture of mint toothpaste and lemon.

    He washed his hands and took a bowl out of the cabinet.

    Qiao Yixi looked at him blankly: "There is a barrel for instant noodles, so you don't need a bowl"

    "I know," he said.

    Immediately afterwards, he opened a bag of instant noodles and poured them into a bowl. The water submerged the noodles, and put them in the microwave for one minute on medium heat.

    Although Qiao Yixi couldn't understand what he was doing, she obediently didn't make a sound, and just stood aside as a spectator.

    Zhou Mingxu pinched the time, added a seasoning packet and two teaspoons of vinegar, and stirred it with chopsticks.

    After two minutes on medium heat, he took out the egg from the refrigerator, knocked on the edge of the bowl with one hand, broke it, and poured a whole egg into the bowl obediently.  The slender fingers picked up another piece of cheese and covered it.

    After another minute in the microwave, the eggs were almost ready, so he turned the bread over to cover the eggs, and put it in the microwave for another minute.

    In the meantime, he added ham sausage and green vegetables one after another, and finally it came out of the pot with a compelling aroma.

    Entry-level player Qiao Yixi never thought that instant noodles could do this.

    Those who knew it thought he was cooking instant noodles, and those who didn¡¯t know it thought it was a Chinese intangible cultural heritage. With such a big battle, it was as if he was doing an experiment.

    Thinking about this, Qiao Yixi remembered that her simple version of instant noodles had already been made, so she ran to the living room, lifted the lid and took a sip.

    The normal taste of instant noodles seems to be inferior to Zhou Mingxu's deluxe version.

    She seemed to glance over, but before she could enter the kitchen, Zhou Mingxu had already walked out.

    He took out a pair of chopsticks and handed them to her together with the bowl: "Taste it."

    When Qiao Yixi took a bowl of ceremonial noodles, she almost wanted to say "long live my emperor, long live, long live".

    After taking a bite, she felt that the morning light became brighter at this moment.

    What a delicacy in the world.

    In this way, the microwaved noodles have absorbed the soup, and each one is soft, glutinous and delicious, and the taste of the eggs is just right, and the heart of the soup flows along, covering the surface of the soup.

    It is really delicious, and every taste bud is dancing to thank you.

    If ordinary instant noodles are just noodles and soup, then the bowl of noodles cooked by Zhou Mingxu should be that the noodles and soup have entered the honeymoon period, and they know each other and penetrate each other.

    Qiao Yixi grabbed the chopsticks and praised herself without hesitation, "The gods cook noodles."

    "Well, then you can eat." He nodded and turned to leave.

    "how about you?"

    He seemed to be in a good mood, and looked back at her with his lips hooked, "I'll cook another bowl."

    When he was doing the second bowl of "Artistic Creation", Qiao Yixi also ran over to see the bowl, "How do you have this skill?"

    "I forgot where I read it, but after trying it, I think it's not bad," he leaned over to adjust the microwave oven, "I've been doing this since then."

    Qiao Yixi glanced at her hands, "It's the same hands, why is there such a big difference between playing games and cooking?"

    "It's not as exaggerated as you think, that's all I know."

    The young man propped his arms on the edge of the sink, and the morning sunlight came in, giving his skin a high-grade and delicate texture.  His fingertips were half hanging down, his jaw line was clear and clear, a little bangs covered his eyebrows and eyes, and there was a faint smile on his lips.

    Inexplicably, the scene is a bit tender.

    Once back at school, Qiao Yixi immediately became busy.

    For the event organized by the skateboard club, the venue has been approved, and the next step is to arrange it.

    Because the venue is not small, there are a lot of decorations needed. During the lunch break, everyone is there to help.

    Qiao Yixi was helping to arrange the chairs, but someone called out suddenly.

    "Qiao Yixi, do you have time???Shu Ran's head, "Come back, Teacher Xiao Qiao will correct your homework."

    Shu Ran made a gesture to hit her: "Don't come back!"

    When shopping for lunch at noon, Qiao Yixi happened to bump into Zhou Mingxu, who seemed to have just finished training.

    There was still sweat on his Adam's apple, sliding all the way down his neck into his collar.

    She took out a piece of paper and handed it to him: "Wipe off your sweat."

    The boy took the tissue and wiped it casually. He was still thinking about what to eat, so he asked her for reference: "What did you order?"

    "Coke Nuggets," she shrugged, seeing that his forehead hair was also soaked, "are you tired from playing?"

    "A little bit." After a pause, he said, "There will be training tomorrow afternoon, at the open-air court."

    Qiao Yixi looked at him and motioned him to continue.

    He asked: "Do you want to come and see?"

    The boy in front of him was wearing a clean No. 8 jersey, his wet forehead was dark, and his eyes were shining brightly.

    She tilted her head and readily agreed, "Okay."

    At three o'clock in the afternoon the next day, Qiao Yixi glanced at his watch, then set off, and bought a bottle of water as he passed the canteen.

    It doesn't seem good to go empty-handed. She usually brings a bottle of water to those girls watching the football game.

    She originally bought a bottle of ice, but then she thought about Zhou Mingxu, isn't the old man keeping healthy, so she went back and tried to ask her aunt: "Is there hot mineral water?"

    Auntie glanced at the bright sun outside, and gave her a strange look: "Only at room temperature."

    After a while, he said, "If you have a stomachache, go back and drink hot water."

    "It's not me, I don't have a stomachache," she shook her head, "Then change to a bottle at room temperature."

    So she held a sun umbrella and went to the open-air court with a bottle of room temperature water.

    When she arrived, they were training. Zhou Mingxu's playing style was very similar to that of playing games, with a sense of ferocity and ready-to-go aggressiveness.

    Unexpectedly, he usually looks very thin, but he is actually quite muscular, and his body proportions are also good.

    She sat there and watched for a while, and they also reached the intermission.

    The teenagers gathered in the stadium are full of vitality, and even the sweat dripping on the plastic track has an indescribable sense of revival.

    When the break time came, the basketball team dispersed like birds and beasts. She stood up and looked for Zhou Mingxu.

    The sound of basketballs rampaging on the ground was repeated, accompanied by the sound of some sneakers rubbing against the runway.

    Qi Gan was about to get a bottle of water, but when he turned around, he was startled.

    He hurriedly pulled Zheng He beside him: "Fuck, Zheng He, Zheng He Is that Qiao Yixi over there?"

    Zheng He was so hot that he was wiping his sweat with his clothes. He looked up casually, and said while fanning the wind, "Yes."

    Qi Gan immediately became excited. Seeing that she still had water in her hand, he thought she was really coming to see him play, so he quickly jumped up and waved.

    After doing these movements, he didn't feel handsome enough, so he restrained himself a bit, and Qi Gan found a railing to lean on, then made a pose that he thought was handsome, and pulled out a long whistle.

    Zhou Mingxu really didn't like the sound of the whistle, it made his ears hurt.

    But when he saw Qiao Yixi standing in the viewing booth, he understood something.

    "What are you talking about?" Zhou Mingxu squinted his eyes and looked at Qi Gan, "I came to see you? So excited."

    "Isn't it?" Zi Ganqi said, "Besides, the whistle is not blown anymore?"

    "Even if they didn't come to look for me" Qi Gan was a little dissatisfied, and then choked with him, straightening his back, "Could it be that he came to look for you?"

    The little girl in the auditorium is wearing a ponytail, refreshing and bright, with a bottle of mineral water in her hand.

    Zhou Mingxu idly held the basketball between his arms, raised his eyebrows, twitched the corners of his lips, and replied refreshedly: "Yes."

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