Slightly warm, I'm super sweet

Chapter 10 Blushing
Yan Qing said: "..."

There was a very faint smell of tobacco on Shen Si's body, as well as the fresh grassy smell of laundry detergent.

As soon as he approached, these smells filled Yan Qingqing's nostrils.

And she could feel the heat from Chen Si's body, surrounding her bit by bit.

Shen Si glanced at the screen.

"where?"

His voice was like setting off a firework in her ear, or... a super sexy sub-bass firework.

Yan gently pointed to a certain place on the screen: "For this place, the algorithm must be optimized before it can be deduced in reverse, otherwise..."

Before she finished speaking, Shen Si continued slowly.

"It would be less precise, right?"

Yan Weiwei raised his head in surprise, and bumped his chin violently.

"Aww!" Yan gently covered his forehead and cried out in pain.

Chen Si laughed and reached out to rub her forehead.

"Let me see if it's swollen?"

Yan lightly dodged slightly, dodging his hand.

"It's okay, just touched it lightly, your jaw is okay."

She raised her head and took a look. His chin was a little red, but everything else was fine.

Shen Si seemed to be amused by her appearance, there were smiles on the corners of his eyes and brows.

"Really okay?"

"It's okay." Yan shook his head lightly.

Shen Si finally got his wish and rubbed her hair, "Maybe a bump will improve IQ."

Yan gently patted his hand away, very dissatisfied, "I'm already super smart, I don't need to be smarter anymore."

Shen Si nodded in agreement. What she said was indeed correct. If she was not smart, how could she receive the admission notice of University A before she graduated.

"Also," Yan gently added, "don't touch my head!"

Her voice suddenly rose.

Shen Si raised his eyebrows slightly, he didn't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that she cared about being patted on the head.

"Okay, sorry, shouldn't touch your head."

Although these words sound serious, but coupled with Shen Si's tone, they are very serious.

"how old are you?"

Yan raised his chin lightly, as if he wanted to compare with him who was older.

Shen Si raised his eyebrows: "19 years old."

Yan Qingqing, who is not yet 19 years old: "..."

"Ahem, let's take a look at this algorithm, although it has been optimized before..."

"You're not younger than me, are you?"

Yan Qingqing: "..." Here I suggest you shut up.

A bunch of teenagers behind him became active again.

"Ah, are you still this young?"

"Not yet of age?"

"Wow, younger than me?"

Yan Qing said: "..."

So angry.

She glanced up at the culprit.

Shen Si didn't look at her, but he seemed to be aware of it, and he smiled, with a very unbeatable expression on his face.

"Is it working here?"

Only then did Yan Weiwei come back to his senses, and looked down at his computer screen.

"Oh, all right."

Just as she was about to press the run button, a slender hand covered her.

Chen Si's right hand was next to hers, and he moved the mouse with her hand, moved to the run button, and clicked lightly.

Click.

The program on the screen starts running.

Looking at the beating numbers, Yan Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

I don't know if it's because I saw the program running successfully, or because Shen Si took his hand away from hers.

She saw that the program on the screen was running normally step by step, and there were no errors, but her whole body was getting hotter and hotter.

Especially the right hand, as if it was going to burn.

She withdrew her hand in fear, and held the cold handle of the chair to cool herself down.

Shen Si suddenly bent down and got closer to her, almost sticking to her.

"Your face is so red."

He whispered in her ear.

(End of this chapter)