Rebirth of the National Male God

Si Huang had no objection to Qin Fanshan's proposal to move her things over here. Anyway, the things that were moved were the things that were sent here uniformly.

Compared with Su Yueban and the three of them sharing a dormitory with no personal space at all, it is obviously better to be with Qin Fan.

So after hearing what Qin Fan said, Si Huang asked, "Which room?"

Her calm attitude made the man who was a little nervous in the dark relieved, and his stern brows naturally stretched, pointing to a door, "This."

Si Huang walked over and opened the door, and found that this room was very bright and airy, and the location was obviously more than a little bit better than the other room.

The layout of the room is very simple, except for a bed, wardrobe, table and chair bedside table, there is no extra decoration.

Sihuang walked to the closet and opened the door. In addition to a set of training clothes, there were two folded black long-sleeved undershirts and trousers, which belonged to home clothes.

"Thank you." Knowing that this was the man's intention, Si Huang rudely offered to change rooms with him, and smiled, "Can you connect to the Internet in the room?"

"No." Qin Fan sternly refused, "Within half a month, all electronic products will be confiscated."

Sure enough, it was as strict as Su Yueban said. For today's young people, not being able to play with electronic products for half a month and having to undergo high-intensity training is really an inhuman torture.

Sihuang nodded and did not continue to insist, "Then let's start."

Qin Fan was startled, "What to start?"

Sihuang looked at him inexplicably, "Special training at night."

"..." The man moved his lips, a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face.

This embarrassment was caught by Si Huang, she felt strange, and immediately thought of a possibility.

"Is this an excuse?" she asked softly, out of the guesses in her heart.

The man was silent for a second, then turned around and walked away. When he walked to the door, he heard a pleasant laughter behind him, and his footsteps paused for a while, and then stepped further.

About four or five minutes later, Qin Fan entered Si Huang's room again, and put a few heavy books in her hand on the table in her room, "I just read when I have nothing to do at night."

Si Huang came over, picked up a book and turned a few pages, with a happy look on his face, "Okay."

The books brought by the man are all professional books that are not sold on the market. The professional essentials about firearms and other aspects can be seen as educational materials only inside them.

Si Huang looked at it for about ten minutes before returning to his senses, frowning.

Qin Fan next to her has been watching her all the time, seeing her uncomfortable expression in his eyes, "I thought you really wouldn't feel bad."

Sihuang gave him a sideways glance and put the book down, "I'll take a bath first, and you can get two meals."

Qin Fan accepted the child's natural order naturally, nodded thoughtfully, and reminded her, "All the white things in the bathroom are yours."

Sihuang: "Got it." She stood still, her eyes meant to let Qin Fan go out.

Qin Fan watched her for two seconds before turning around and walking out of the room first, and muttered in a low voice, "Pay attention."

Si Huang at the back said to him just before he walked out of the room and closed the door: "If you have something to come to me in the future, remember to knock on the door first."

"..." The man who thought that the relationship between the two had become more intimate, and who had been able to freely enter the child's private space, was silent.

Sihuang saw the depressed expression on his face, blinked, and explained calmly, "In case I'm changing clothes."

Qin Fan's heart skipped a beat, "Got it."

Si Huang closed the door and walked out after two or three minutes with a change of clothes. He found that Qin Fan hadn't gone out to get food. Thinking that he might have ordered takeout again, he went to the bathroom without paying much attention.

The bathroom is not small, and it is divided into inside and outside with glass. The toileting utensils for her and men are indeed very well differentiated, all of which are black and white.

This tone is a bit monotonous, but putting it together makes Si Huang feel a bit like a couple's suit, and he can't help laughing.

Inside the glass is a special place for bathing. The shower gel, shampoo, soap and other things on the wall grid are not divided into black and white, they should be shared.

Si Huang watched it silently for a few seconds, and didn't struggle for a long time, just shared it, and she didn't hate the smell of men.

I went to make sure that the door to the bathroom was closed, and then Si Huang took off his training clothes and walked into the glass room to wash his hair and take a bath.

The exhaustion brought about by training in the afternoon, as soon as the hot water was poured down, the whole body was sore and comfortable that people could not help but groan.

The bath took a long time, and when Si Huang came out in long clothes and trousers, he could smell the aroma of rice.

There was a plate of boiled vegetables on the dining table in the living room, but she didn't see the figure of the man. The subtle sound of "Kakaka" entered Si Huang's ears, and she followed it and found that the man was actually in the kitchen.

The man who was busy in the kitchen seemed to be aware of her sight. Through the transparent kitchen glass door, his gaze paused on her face, then moved to the sink with dirty clothes in her hand, and shouted: "Clothes. Wash it by hand and hang it outside."

Si Huang raised his eyebrows, and went back to his room with the water basin, and walked out again after a while, obviously not washing his clothes yet.

She walked into the kitchen and saw the cauldron with the lid on the stove, "What's cooking?"

"Fish." Qin Fan replied, and moved out the rice cooker that had been disconnected from the power supply, "It will be ready soon."

Si Huang raised his eyebrows and glanced at the steam condensed on the translucent pot cover. He found two pairs of tableware and chopsticks noncommittally, and followed Qin Fan out. Can she have any expectations for a man's cooking skills? Although when I was at the Hilltop Club in H City, the breakfast made by men was really not very good.

Qin Fan went to the kitchen again, and came out with a plate of boiled fish in his hand.

Sihuang didn't have any expectations when he saw the appearance of this fish. Like boiled vegetables, he didn't even put some chopped green onion and ginger to remove the fishy smell.

"There is no takeaway here," explained Qin Fan, who sat at the table. "At this point in time, the food in the cafeteria is finished."