I seem to have a crush on the little follower

After Zhou Fan took Tang Le to buy the necessities in the school business park, he went up to Tang Le's dormitory building with a big package.

The dormitory in Zhaoda University has always been chosen by yourself. How many dormitories are assigned to a class, which dormitory you want to live in, and which bed you want to sleep in depends entirely on your own report time and fate.

Tang Le came here on the morning of the first day of registration. Class 132 of Applied Chemistry was assigned to the No. 401 dormitory building, the first three dormitories on the third and fourth floors. When Tang Le went to sign, there were two or three students in each dormitory on the third floor. Personally filled in the name, so after looking around, he filled in the name in the empty [-].

It doesn't matter to him if he goes up one more floor, as long as it is clean.

When Zhou Fan knocked open the door of dormitory 401 with his elbow, the two boys who were already standing inside turned their heads. Tang Le was a little embarrassed, and walked in without saying anything.

On the other hand, Zhou Fan cheerfully put the quilt on the table Tang Le had chosen, and chatted happily with the two boys.

"Are you both from this dormitory?" A tall, fat boy asked.

"No, no," Zhou Fan waved his hand. He turned his head and pointed his chin at the back of the figure standing on the ladder with his butt up and silently making the bed: "I'm his brother, and he's from your dormitory."

"Oh, that's it." The boy looked back at the silent Tang Le, frowned slightly, seemed a little displeased with his ignorance, and asked in a high voice: "Brother? I feel like you two Pretty similar."

Tang Le felt that the people behind him seemed to be asking himself, and turned around and said lightly: "Uh, no."

"Oh." The boy looked him up and down, but said nothing.

"Hahahahaha," Zhou Fan liked the words: "Is it very similar? It's the first time I've heard someone say that. Maybe after staying together for a long time, it gradually looks like me. But I'm not as good-looking as he is. The appearance is very suitable for staying in the girl's nest, but I don't know why my brain chose chemistry."

The boy laughed after hearing it: "Oh my god, the men who co-authored our majors will be born alone."

"I didn't say anything!" Zhou Fan hurriedly separated the relationship.

The boy laughed heartily a few times, and then asked, "Are you also in this class?"

Zhou Fan waved his hand: "No, I'm a year older than you, with Geospatial Information Engineering 121, Zhou Fan."

"Huh?" The two boys turned their heads at the same time.

Zhou Fan: "What's wrong?"

The tall and fat boy danced and said, "Senior Zhou, my God, we added you to the freshman group some time ago, and asked you some precautions, and said that we will go to the radio station for interviews when school starts. I didn't expect to see you here! My name is Jing Jie, he is Hao Dong, do you still have any impression of me, senior?"

"Oh, I remember." Zhou Fan also opened his eyes wide. He clapped his palms and made a gesture with his right hand. The gun was pointed at the two of them: "Then I will meet you for an interview then!"

"That's great!" the two boys said with a smile.

After tidying up the things on the bed and some odds and ends of daily necessities to buy, Zhou Fan greeted the two of them and took Tang Le downstairs.

"Why didn't you talk just now? They are all your roommates." Zhou Fan bumped him with his elbow.

"Unfamiliar." Tang Le said concisely.

"It's because we don't know each other well that we need to talk. If we don't talk, how can we get acquainted." Zhou Fan smiled helplessly.

"Hmm..." Tang Le lowered his head.

Zhou Fan raised his hand and rubbed his hair: "Don't always be like a boring gourd. It's useless just to know how to sneer at me alone. You have to talk to outsiders more, or you will always go out when you go out. With a cold face, who wants to make friends with you."

"Then I won't pay it," Tang Le said, "I can live alone, it's just different from your way, don't force your way on me."

Zhou Fan pressed his hand hard, and pressed his head: "Tsk, you kid, you are always stubborn with me."

"It hurts!" Tang Le slapped his stinky paws away, snorted, the voice was so small that it was almost inaudible, and glanced at him secretly: "I don't like talking to strangers, and I don't like adding strangers. person's number."

Zhou Fan was stared inexplicably, and he was stunned for more than ten seconds before he realized it. He opened his mouth wide: "Hey, you secretly wrote down my revenge in your little notebook."

Tang Le didn't speak, but quickened his pace and walked forward.

Zhou Fan caught up with him: "It was arranged by the student union of the college and various school-level departments. It was decided that one or two prospective sophomores would join the freshman group for the purpose of recruiting new people. When it’s time to recruit new members, they’ve already been recruited.”

Tang Le raised his eyes: "Who are you and the radio station?"

Zhou Fan didn't realize what he was focusing on for a while, and replied directly: "Just the girl who hosted with me today, Yu Yue."

"Oh." Tang Le glanced at him again, and the tune of this one can turn nine bends and eighteen turns.

Zhou Fan smiled when he saw this, and poked him on the head speechlessly: "What are you thinking about every day, this is my partner, and it's a friendly army, from the School of Foreign Languages, everyone already has a boyfriend."

"I didn't ask her if she had a boyfriend..." Tang Le muttered.

"All right, all right," Zhou Fan was amused: "Is there anything else to check, little ancestor?"

"..." Tang Le thought for a while: "Is someone chasing you?"

Zhou Fan replied truthfully: "Yes."

Tang Le narrowed his eyes: "Male or female?"

"Hahahahahaha," Zhou Fan couldn't hold back any longer, and let go of his smile: "Who cares about men and women, I already have you, which bitch grandchildren can fall into my eyes, nonsense. "

Tang Le raised his eyebrows and snorted.

"That's right, little vinegar bag." Zhou Fan smiled and looked down at him.

Tang Le pursed her mouth, and couldn't help laughing after a long time: "Get out, you, I'm just worried, whoever makes you look very attractive."

"Yo," Zhou Fan laughed so hard that his face ached, "It turns out that the reason for going around such a big circle is to praise me for being handsome."

Tang Le stared at him: "I rely on your logic."

"Hahahahaha!"

After shopping in the school supermarket, when they returned to the dormitory, the two boys had already put down their things and left. During the conversation, I heard that both of them seem to be from the local area, and they are still classmates in high school. Today is the first day of registration. , It should be just put a thing and then patted the butt and went home.

As for the last remaining roommate, Tang Le took a look at the empty bed next to his own bed by the door, and there was no sign of it until now.

"All gone?" Zhou Fan asked.

Tang Le: "It seems to be."

"Just right!" Zhou Fan hammered his palm.

Tang Le looked at him suspiciously while washing the towel.

"I will stay here tonight!" Zhou Fan said.

Tang Le's eyes widened: "What about your roommate?"

"They're playing games in the dormitory. It's making me loud," Zhou Fan said with a bitter expression. "Anyway, there's no one in your dormitory today, and I haven't seen you for a long time. Let's squeeze together."

Tang Le looked at the weak bed board with some concern: "Is this crowded...?"

"You can squeeze in enough. You are thin and don't take up space, and I... I don't take up room either." Zhou Fan felt a little guilty at the end.

Tang Le pursed his lips in disbelief and raised his eyebrows. He didn't forget that when he stayed in Zhou Fan's rental house, he saw Zhou Fan's twitching sleeping posture, which was simply the body art of Picasso's art painting.

However, Tang Le looked into Zhou Fan's pitiful eyes, and after a while he had no choice but to say, "Okay, but if my roommate comes back, it won't work."

Seeing that he let go, Zhou Fan hurriedly said, "Okay, yes, sure!"

After arranging all the odds and ends of daily necessities, there was nothing to do. Zhaoda was still quite big, so Zhou Fan took him around to familiarize himself with the place. After walking, he walked to the business park again.

Tang Le turned his head and looked at the shops that were more upscale than those near Tangzhong one by one, feeling a little curious.

Suddenly, a barber shop not far away came into sight.

Zhou Fan took advantage of the opportunity to glance at Tang Le's beautiful Japanese boy with slightly long hair who hadn't changed in the past three years, and jumped up with a sense of caution.

He grabbed Tang Le's arm and walked over there: "Go and cut your hair with me."

"Your hair is not long, why cut it?" Tang Le wondered.

Zhou Fan grinned: "No way, it's all tied in the neck."

Tang Le stared at his short hair that was close to the bottom, feeling a little suspicious of the world.

Zhou Fan's hairstyle hasn't changed much in these years, because he has a lot of hair, and it's black and hard. Once it grows long, it will be horrible, almost like a fried lion in heat.

So before he felt ashamed of aesthetics, he had always used the size for reform-through-labor prisoners, and after he entered high school, he also started to wear a small hairstyle.

There is nothing special about the small hairstyle, but the sideburns and the back are shaved a little shorter, and the hair on the top of the head, taking advantage of the hair quality, even if it is not very long, it still looks a lot. It looks very pretentious.

When he first shaved this hairstyle, Xie Haotian was still holding on to his "seven", but he got used to it later, and never thought about changing it.

Mr. Tony of the Huangjue Barber Shop looked very familiar with Zhou Fan. As soon as Tang Le entered, he was shocked by the blinding bulingbuling big gold chain on his body. on the seat behind Zhou Fan's mirror.

Teacher Tony buzzed Zhou Fan trimming his short hair while chatting with him, but Tang Le listened to him from afar, always feeling that there was something about himself in the words.

Zhou Fan: "Tuo, what kind of hairstyle is suitable for my brother? He has long, broken hair. After a while, he will not pass military training. This hair will definitely not pass the test. Do you want to upgrade it?"

Tony's gaze fixed on Tang Le through the mirror, and Tang Le trembled involuntarily.

Teacher Tony flicked his bright blue bangs, put the end of a comb against his chin, tapped his toe on the ground, and made a stylish yet flamboyant look, then looked at Zhou Fan: " Look, does your brother want to be an ion perm or something?"

Zhou Fan: "..."

Tang Le: "..."

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit dull, Tony still didn't give up: "Or it would be nice to dye it in a different color. Look at my dreamy blue. Your brother's skin is fair, so it definitely complements his skin tone."

Zhou Fan: "..."

Tang Le: "..." My sword is ready to move.

Tony maintained his professionalism: "Then... do you know about texture hot?"

Zhou Fan slapped his forehead: "No...my brother likes something lighter, so just cut it."

Seeing this, Tony showed a regretful expression: "Dry cutting, how dry it is, let's have some wet ones." He had an idea: "Sticking?"

Zhou Fan looked at Tang Le whose face was gradually darkening in the mirror, and took a deep breath: "Farewell, farewell, let's do it, it's not bad."

Tang Le: "..."

But I have to say that although Mr. Tony has unique aesthetics, his business level is still high. Or how can he make Huangjue Barbershop break out of the encirclement among many barbershops and gain a firm foothold in Zhaoda Business Park.

So when Tang Le walked out of Huangjue with a new hairstyle, the passing girls even stared at him for a second.

The young man's delicate and fair face has gentle lines, but still looks masculine. His two thin layers of hair are parted in the middle, and the soft brown hair tips hang down on his forehead. The short sideburns on both sides make him look like a When he is refreshed, and paired with an off-white plaid shirt, it is completely different from the gentle and aloof feeling before, even... a little cold.

"hiss--"

Zhou Fan imitated Tony's posture just now, dragged his chin with his fingers, and stared at Tang Le's side face all the way, making him almost hairy.

"Don't look at it." Tang Le was a little embarrassed.

"I think there's something wrong with you." Zhou Fan continued to stare at him.

"What's wrong?" Tang Le asked.

"It's only a silver-rimmed glasses, tsk, put them on..." He paused.

Tang Le's pupils flickered, and he raised his eyebrows slightly. Seeing Zhou Fan stop suddenly, he turned his head expectantly, expecting some extraordinary adjective to come out of his mouth, but after a while, Zhou Fan faintly Spit out a few words:

"It really feels like a little beast."

Tang Le closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and tried his best to control his urge to curse people on the street. He kept a slightly ferocious smile.

"Bird...a...shit."

Zhou Fan looked innocent: "Look, what beast doesn't scold people, especially her husband."

Tang Le squinted at him and didn't speak.

Zhou Fan felt that the air was a bit frozen, and as soon as he turned his head, he met his cannibalistic eyes, and hurriedly apologized: "I was wrong, I was wrong..."

The author has something to say: Xiao Tang Le has changed her hairstyle and shaved a middle part!

Zhou Fan: Do you think I stayed overnight just to squeeze into a bed and stage the brotherhood after a long absence? Nonsense.

ps: Today (7.16) the old bamboo is an old bamboo that ran away for 7 kilometers, and it is also an old bamboo without small pink flowers!Boo! (makes a heroic sound)