I Treat You as a Brother

The atmosphere seems to have returned to the past.

But Xu Xiran knew that there was already a difference in his mentality.He could not restrain his excited emotions, nor could he control his strong desire to express himself.In addition, he has become a little timid, afraid that he will be embarrassed if he is not careful.

He consciously wanted to perform better in front of Fang Mo and be more lovable.

The only result in the end is that there are more words.

Fortunately, he and Fang Mo have always been speculative, and you can come and talk about any boring topic for a long time, and you are not afraid of being left alone.

Xu Xiran was in a good mood because of this, until Fang Mo suddenly asked him what the circle of friends he posted earlier meant.

His heart skipped a beat on the spot.

The boy who slayed the dragon finally turned into a dragon, and of course he was talking about himself.She clearly agreed to protect Fang Mo, but she fell in love with him just like those harassers.Xu Xiran struggled with this every night, and only one in ten thousand posted it on Moments.

These words, he thought he would tell Fang Mo one day.When he felt that Fang Mo would nod his head as long as he said it, or when he realized that there would be no ending no matter what.His confession will be a new beginning or a final destination.

But not now.That would scare the snake away and completely scare Fang Mo away.

He didn't say a word, Fang Mo asked again.

"In the middle of the night, did you suddenly have some life insights?"

Xu Xiran was not good at lying, so he felt silly when he heard the excuses he could barely hold back: "I couldn't sleep, the sentence that popped out of my mind suddenly. I thought it sounded very touching, so I just jotted it down."

After Fang Mo was dazed for a few seconds, he really looked at a fool.

Xu Xiran felt a little depressed.It's not good, so the image of myself in Fang Mo's mind is not handsome.How can I get it back quickly?

On the way back to the dormitory together, Xu Xiran was still thinking about this question.

Halfway through the walk, I passed the school's basketball court. Several boys in sportswear were sweating on the court, and the atmosphere was lively.

One of the boys passed the two of them with the ball, and then made a chic jumper.The posture is perfect, but unfortunately the ball hit the basket and flew.

Seeing the basketball getting closer and closer to him after bouncing on the ground a few times, Xu Xiran's heart brightened.He walked over quickly, bent down and picked up the basketball.

The boys chasing the ball said "Thank you classmate" in the middle of their mouths, when Xu Xiran suddenly slapped the ball on the ground.He bent down, and during the few seconds when the opponent was stiff because of the accident, he took the ball and turned around them nimbly, then dribbled the ball and ran forward a few steps quickly, and stopped firmly at the boy who was just shooting. The position of the mistake, jumped up.

The basketball crossed a perfect parabola in the air, hit the backboard, and flew.

The ball bounced a few times on the ground, Gululu rolled forward, and finally stopped at Fang Mo's feet.Fang Mo quietly bent down to pick up the ball, and handed it back to those bewildered basketball boys.

"It's been a long time since I played, and I'm a new hand, otherwise I can definitely get in," Xu Xiran emphasized blushingly while walking, "I've practiced, and I'm quite accurate."

Fang Mo looked at the ground, seemed to be holding back a smile, and nodded slightly: "Yeah, I can see that your posture looks very standard."

"That's for sure," Xu Xiran ran forward a few steps immediately after speaking, jumped up and threw a non-existent basketball into the air, "Three points!"

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," Fang Mo continued to nod, "I'm sure I'll get in just now."

Xu Xiran was shy: "It should be possible."

He was a little excited and couldn't calm down, jumping up and down all the way.

"Oh, that's right," Fang Mo asked him suddenly, "Has your class signed up for the school's basketball game?"

Xu Xiran thought for a while: "It seems that I have heard...they came to me. I was busy with club affairs at that time, so I turned it down. I don't know if the group was full afterwards."

"Ah, what a pity," Fang Mo said, "Seeing that you like it so much, I thought you would go to participate."

He said casually that Xu Xiran called the sports committee member of his class immediately after returning to the dormitory.

The results obtained surprised both parties.The deadline is the day after tomorrow, and it seems that there is only one person left to sign up. They are working hard to mobilize and seize the last chance.Unexpectedly, Xu Xiran delivered it to the door by himself.

After confirming with the sports committee, Xu Xiran immediately called Fang Mo and asked him if he would come to see it.

"Come on," Fang Mo agreed, "When is the official competition?"

Xu Xiran thought to himself, God knows.He rushed over to ask for credit without asking anything.

It would be nice to start a little later.He hasn't played for several months, and he is really bad at hand, so he needs to practice hard.

Fang Mo himself doesn't like playing basketball very much.He always felt awkward being in a big vest and a group of men sweating and jostling for the ball on a small field.

But he loves to watch it.In middle school, when he had a vague understanding of his own orientation, he liked to sit with the girls in his class by the basketball court and watch the boys play.

There will always be one or two handsome guys on the court, or those who are not good looking but have a good figure and a good shooting posture when they can't see their faces far away.

When those sweats aren't dripping down on themselves, they can occasionally look glamorous.Some seemingly ordinary boys will look very attractive when they play seriously on the basketball court.Although Xu Xiran's operation today was suffocating, Fang Mo still couldn't help feeling a little excited when he thought of his serious appearance.

He sent a message to Xu Xiran that night, asking if he would practice before the official game and if he could watch.

It was rejected.Let Fang Mo coerce and lure him, but he is unmoved.

Fang Mo had no choice but to let him go.

He didn't feel lost in his heart, on the contrary he was a little happy.What Zou Shun said is right, it is easy to worry about gain and loss if you care too much, and you always like to think about it.Looking at today's appearance, Xu Xiran obviously has no intention of avoiding suspicion with him at all.

Xu Xiran doesn't have that much flirtatiousness, it's very simple.Looking at him like this, he is still safe now.

Fang Mo was secretly glad that he hadn't been exposed, and felt tired for the long journey with no end in sight.

He had mixed feelings of joy and sorrow. Less than three meters away, Liu Xiaochang, who was supposed to be in a good relationship, was talking on the phone with someone.His voice is very low, but if you prick up your ears, you can still hear it more or less clearly.

Fang Mo complained in his heart, but couldn't help listening carefully.

"No, I don't want to go, I just don't think this kind of exhibition is interesting. If you want to go, I will accompany you. Ah? Didn't you say you want to go? Go if you want. So what should I say now, go or Don't go?...It's really meaningless, it's deceiving at first glance. No, didn't I say that, if you want to go, of course I will accompany you. What are you doing? Ah? Really? Are you sure you don't want to go? Is it?...You are not angry, are you? No? Really not? Hehe, that's fine. Since we don't go, why don't we... Eh? Something happened suddenly?...What is it? Is there any inconvenience to say? Ah... okay, okay, you are busy with your work. So early? What time is it now. Well, then you have a good rest, good night. "

Fang Mo was shocked.

How could this real gay guy live like a straight man?Even if he couldn't hear the voice from the other side, Fang Mo could imagine what Yang Lin would be like when he was angry.

Liu Xiaochang hung up the phone and stared blankly for a while.When he looked up, he met Fang Mo's eyes.

Both of them showed awkward yet polite smiles, and then turned their heads away as if nothing had happened.

Fang Mo was a little anxious.Although he still doesn't have a good impression of Yang Lin, and these days he has cursed those people who spread dog food in front of him all day long to show their affection, but he really saw the potential crisis in his relationship, and he couldn't help but think about it. Be warned.

Just wondering how to speak, Liu Xiaochang suddenly asked, "Are you free now?"

"What?" Fang Mo responded immediately.

He turned around and found that Liu Xiaochang was smiling at him.

"Let's chat," Liu Xiaochang said, pulling the chair and moving it to his bedside. "It happens that they are not here, so it's convenient to talk."

Fang Mo sat up: "What's the matter? Are there any emotional troubles?"

Liu Xiaochang smiled a little forcedly, and sighed slowly: "A little bit. Come and learn from seniors."

The senior with zero experience nodded his head by default: "Tell me about it?"

"You and Xu Xiran are usually together, what do you usually do?"

Fang Mo recalled what they did today.Watching cartoons full of shaking breasts and thighs, listening to Xu Xiran's long speeches, racking his brains to cheer up those nonsense, having a meal together, talking about many topics without any nutrition, watching him make embarrassments on the basketball court, and then Watch him dribble all the way through the air and get into the winning pose.

"...it's nothing," Fang Mo said, "it's just...uh, those things that everyone can do."

Liu Xiaochang nodded, with a look of emotion on his face: "Then do you feel that there seems to be nothing else to do except go to bed together, and it is easy to be embarrassed when we lack a common language when we get along?"

Fang Mo looked away.

It is true that there is no common language, and Xu Xiran is extremely good at creating embarrassment.

To make matters worse, there was no bed to sleep on.

Seeing that he was silent, Liu Xiaochang thought that he was acquiescing, so he confidently expressed his distress: "Every time we meet, we have a room, isn't it good?"

Fang Mo was on the verge of crying with envy.

He and Xu Xiran don't talk to each other, but for some reason they can always chat endlessly.He is willing to exchange with Liu Xiaochang.

Compared with meaningless verbal communication, physical communication is what he desperately desires at this moment.

"But you and Xu Xiran seem to have a very good relationship," Liu Xiaochang asked seriously, "How did you maintain it? Can you impart some experience?"

Where did Fang Mo come from, he and Xu Xiran got along very well naturally.He shook his head helplessly, and then brought the topic back to the phone call just now: "Did he invite you to see the exhibition?"

"Well," Liu Xiaochang said, "but I don't know why they stopped going all of a sudden."

"Are you willing to accompany him?" Fang Mo asked again.

"Yes," Liu Xiaochang said, "I really want to do something else with him, otherwise it will feel like a friend with benefits."

Fang Mo frowned: "Then why did you tell him that the exhibition is meaningless and a lie?"

"Because it's really not interesting, it's deceptive at first glance," Liu Xiaochang spread his hands, "What about post-modern artists, I searched the Internet and found no serious information, and the publicity photos are rags and bricks with a filter Bully the literary youth who want to pretend."

"..."

"Is it impossible to say it?" Liu Xiaochang woke up like a dream.

Fang Mo shook his head and said with emotion: "I'm really convinced. How did you pretend to be so charming before?"

Liu Xiaochang looked away in embarrassment: "Look, I look like this, so I can only work hard to maintain my temperament in other places, right..."

"..."

"Let's not talk about that first," Liu Xiaochang waved his hand, "So, can't I speak out what's on my mind?"

"Use your brain, who would like to hear this?" Fang Mo felt that he finally had some experience that could be passed on, "When Xu Xiran and I were together, no matter how mentally retarded he was, no matter how unreliable what he said, as long as it was I only pick good things to say about what he likes. He is happy, so am I, and everyone is happy, isn’t it?”

Liu Xiaochang frowned: "You can't even say what's on your mind? Isn't it tiring to get along with each other? Since you want to have a long-term relationship, I think you must be more honest with each other, right?"

Fang Mo looked at the rotten wood, felt powerless, and felt a little uneasy.

This kind of person has left the group and lived a colorful sex life.

God is blind.

"If you have to express it honestly, then you can say more from another angle," he guided Liu Xiaochang, "Of course I will accompany you if you like this exhibition, not because I am interested in this exhibition, but because I want to accompany you to do what you like, in the final analysis, because I like you. I am happy no matter where I go with you, and I am willing to do whatever I do. Isn’t this just fine!”

Liu Xiaochang was surprised for a while, and blushed: "... how can I say that."