This damn cat

Xie Lang cleared his mind, took a deep breath, and walked towards the entrance.

When entering the venue, you need to buy a ticket, and the ticket can be exchanged for a drink. Xie Lang asked Kang Yao: "Is there any drink here? I don't drink very well."

The shock of the sound buried his question, Kang Yao bowed his head, put his ear close to his mouth and shouted: "What did you say!"

Such an intimate distance made Xie Lang take a step back vigilantly, shaking his head, indicating that he didn't say anything.

This nightclub is converted from an air-raid shelter. Walk through the corridor to the lobby, and the music is even more deafening.

The flickering lights focused on the stage in the distance. Unlike other nightclubs that Xie Lang had seen, most of the stage here were muscular men in boxers, dancing sexyly.

There are also separate special performances on several cylindrical stages. The actors and models wear short skirts and stockings, and even maid outfits. The figures are very hot, but there is always something wrong.

After watching it for a while, Xie Lang realized that those "female models" were all legendary women's clothing bosses.

The clubbers gathered around the stage, dancing with the muscular man on the stage.

There is also a middle-aged man who stuffed cash into his boxer pants, and took the opportunity to touch it after stuffing it. The model didn't care, and even made a few teasing gestures to the money owner.

This is much more cost-effective than rewarding the anchor online, and you can touch the real thing.

Even though he was gay, he could see quite a few girls mixed in the crowd, and they might also be indistinguishable males and females.

Anyway, Xie Lang didn't understand why girls would come to such a place.

Before entering the door, Xie Lang had already thought about how to politely refuse to strike up a conversation. After entering the door, he realized that the light around the stage was too dim, and no one noticed his existence.

Observing the group of models on the stage, Xie Lang felt that the most popular models in this circle should be the muscular men, the extra fat ones. His thin body like a bamboo pole may not be able to catch the eyes of the insiders.

According to such aesthetic requirements, dragon cubs should not be welcomed by gays.

It is undeniable that the dragon does have strong abdominal muscles and chest muscles, but it is young and thin, without any sense of flesh, and it is completely different from the boxer models on the stage.

Xie Lang didn't fluctuate in his heart, and concluded that he and gay had different preferences, so he breathed a sigh of relief and walked directly to the bar.

"Xie Lang." Because of the noisy environment, Kang Yao could only stick to Xie Lang's ear to communicate: "Let's go directly to the box, it's too noisy outside."

Hearing this, Xie Lang stopped and turned to look at him.

Kang Yao pointed to the side of the guide, turned around to lead the way, and Xie Lang followed silently.

After walking a few steps, a stylishly dressed man walked up to him. The light was too dim, and he could only be seen to be about 25 years old, wearing a gray body skirt and tight jeans, and his walking posture was a bit enchanting.

When passing by, the man bumped Kang Yao's arm intentionally, stopped, and did not apologize, just pursed his lips and smiled at Kang Yao, took out another pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one, and pointed his finger at the orchid. Put it into the mouth, bite it with your teeth, and then gesture for Kang Yao to help light the fire.

Xie Lang felt that this man's smile was even more mysterious than that of Mona Lisa, and he couldn't figure out whether he was trying to strike up a conversation or fight.

Kang Yao didn't answer, he turned around and dragged Xie Lang to his side, expressing that he had company.

The gray and considerate man raised his eyebrows with a smile, turned around and looked for the next target.

When he arrived at the private room, Xie Lang went straight to the center of the sofa and sat down, then calmly looked up at Brother Boxing: "Are you very popular here?"

Kang Yao grinned, walked over and sat beside him: "You can remove the word 'here', there is no limit to where I am welcome."

Xie Lang curled his lips and looked jealous to show respect.

"What would you like to drink?"

"Is there a drink? I don't want to drink."

"Understood." Kang Yao rang the bell to call the waiter, and looked at Xie Lang after ordering: "Are you not used to it?"

"No." Xie Lang said, "It's not very different from ordinary nightclubs."

"The models on the stage are not very different?" Kang Yao wanted to test whether he was disgusted.

"Yes," Xie Lang said calmly, "It's just a sexy woman replaced by a sexy man."

"You think they are sexy?" Kang Yao continued to probe.

"It should be said to be textbook-style sexy." Xie Lang didn't have a middle suit: "I don't think it's sexy, and I don't think the dancers in other nightclubs are sexy either. I have no interest in this aspect."

Kang Yao asked: "Have you never been interested in anyone in reality?"

The shameful moment last night flashed through Xie Lang's mind, but he still lied calmly on his face: "Yes."

Kang Yao nodded and smiled mysteriously.

Xie Lang was so guilty of his laughter, he changed the subject and asked, "When will your friend come? You two are talking about things, do I need to avoid it?"

"Of course not." Kang Yao said, "They are all joint ventures. I told you that I want to open a car modification shop. The location of the shop has not been determined yet. I just came to discuss with them today."

"I also like modification." Xie Lang said, "It's just a mechanical modification. I don't have a car."

"You know how to modify machinery? It's amazing." Kang Yao looked at him with a smile, and said softly, "If you are interested in researching and modifying cars, I can provide them."

Xie Lang didn't appreciate it: "I can't afford to pay for it."

"You don't need to accompany me." Kang Yao raised his arm and put it on the back of the sofa behind Xie Lang, approaching him slightly, and said in a low voice: "I have two cars that are about to be sold, if you like it, you can pick up one and change it for fun." .”

Xie Lang rolled his eyes: "Are you going to sell it to me? I can only afford this price—"

Xie Lang raised one hand and made a five sign.

"[-]?" Kang Yao speculated about the student's financial strength, and gave a conservative guess.

"500 yuan." Xie Lang raised his eyebrows: "Sell it or not?"

"Deal." Kang Yao laughed, raising his hand to shake hands with the cutie: "Come pick up the car tomorrow."

"Tch~" Xie Lang turned his head away.

"I'm serious." Kang Yao looked at him seriously.

Xie Lang squinted at him: "Are you rich?"

"Anyway, I can't die of hunger." Kang Yao shrugged: "If you don't have money, go play a few games."

Xie Lang drooped his head and muttered dissatisfiedly: "It's so free and easy, I seem to be the only one in the world who can't make money."

Kang Yao laughed loudly: "My money didn't come from the strong wind. The money I earn with my life belongs to the bottom laborers. But a cat is still affordable. If you can't earn money, I can support you."

Xie Lang turned his head to look at him, and suddenly moved his buttocks to the corner of the sofa, raised his vigilance against this boxing champion who claimed to be gay, and seriously warned: "I'm a straight man, be careful when you speak, who wants you to raise him? "

"Hahahahahaha!" Kang Yao was overjoyed: "Yes, yes, you can see that he is a straight man."

"Really?" The little gay cat loves to hear these words. He moved his butt and sat back beside the boxing champion and asked, "Then what about the boy who went to the border with me last time? Can you see his orientation?"

Kang Yao was taken aback, recalled it for a while, and said frankly: "That little brother really looks like a straight man. He behaves and speaks like a straight man's brain circuit. What does he have to do with you? He doesn't look like a classmate. He looks younger than you. Not short."

"What do you mean he really looks like a straight man?" The little gay cat was furious: "Do I look like a fake!"

Kang Yao suppressed a smile: "I can't say that, you can only be sure if you meet someone who enlightens you."

The door of the private room was pushed open suddenly, and three strange men walked in, one of them was a short young man dressed in fashion and greeted Kang Yao coquettishly: "You are here so early, Young Master Kang~ yo, and you brought a handsome young man here? Why? address?"

After Xie Lang briefly introduced himself, the young man enthusiastically sat next to him and began to chat with him.

The young man's name is Zhang Dongyang, his name is quite masculine, but he speaks in a whiny way, and soon with his astonishing speed of speech, Xie Lang was stunned.

After learning that Xie Lang is not the boxing champion's new love, Zhang Dongyang heaved a sigh of relief, but he was still worried that the male god he admired would be snatched away by someone who came after him, so he solemnly reminded Xie Lang: "Young Master Kang especially likes you who are pure and gentle. You have to beware of the student money with a little rebellion, that guy has a bad stomach, and he can make you fall if he changes ways."

Xie Lang didn't take it seriously: "I'm a straight man, I won't fall for it."

Zhang Dongyang squeezed his arm with a smirk: "There is no need to be shy, I have a keen sense of smell for similar competitors, are you pure 0? Or 0.5?"

Xie Lang asked curiously, "What do these numbers mean?"

"Pfft..." Zhang Dongyang covered his mouth and squinted at Kang Yao: "This little handsome guy is so cute and natural, I feel itchy when I look at it, and Young Master Kang's eyes are sharp."

Xie Lang didn't answer, and started today's real purpose, and turned to Kang Yao: "Hey, boxing champion, which one is longer, your finger or your ring finger?"

Kang Yao was taken aback by this inexplicable question, looked down at the back of his hand, and said, "The ring finger seems to be a bit longer, what's wrong?"

The boxing champion also looks at the back of his hand!

The little gay cat regained his confidence, thinking that most people must be used to looking at the back of their hands.

Moreover, Kang Yao's ring finger is slightly longer, so it can be seen that gay's two fingers may not be the same length.

Turning around and asking Zhang Dongyang again: "What about you?"

Zhang Dongyang looked down at the back of his hands with raised eyebrows, and replied, "It seems to be the same length? What's wrong? You can tell fortunes?"

"No." Xie Lang said perfunctorily, "I think the same length would be more beautiful."

The other two men also looked down at their hands with interest, and one of them looked at the palm.

Xie Lang turned his head and asked Kang Yao in a low voice: "Are all three of them gay?"

Kang Yao pointed to the man looking at his palm: "That is a master mechanic hired by Xiaoyang, not someone from the circle."

Xie Lang: "..."

The straight man looked at his palm, and it actually confirmed the test!

It must be that the number of samples is too small, and the probability is not reliable!

The little gay cat comforted himself, and decided to consult a senior person about his experience, so he turned around and asked Zhang Dongyang: "Can I ask you a question, how old were you when you knew that you...are not straight?"

Zhang Dongyang replied almost without thinking: "Sixth grade."

Xie Lang looked at the man of God in shock: "How did you find out?"

Zhang Dongyang replied unabashedly: "I like the sports committee at the next table~"

Xie Lang was silent for a while, then tilted his head and asked, "How do you know that your feelings for him are not friendship?"

Zhang Dongyang replied proudly: "I couldn't help but peek at him every day at school, but I didn't dare to look at him when he was talking to me, I was in a daze thinking about him when I was doing my homework, and I fell asleep thinking about him at night~ What are you asking this for?"

Xie Lang breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he didn't think about the dragon cub day and night, so he replied calmly: "Just curious."

"I don't think so?" Zhang Dongyang looked at the cat boy with eyes that see through everything: "Why do I feel that you are similar to me when I first found out that I had an abnormal orientation? Are you very dazed, terrified, and want to deny your own intentions? ?”

"..." The little gay cat who was shot in the knee stood up angrily: "I should go back to the dormitory, the school will be closed, goodbye."

"In such a hurry?" Kang Yao hurriedly got up: "I'll see you off."

"No need!" The little gay cat fiercely refused: "I'll go back by myself, you guys continue talking."

Zhang Dongyang chuckled, stood up and walked in front of Xie Lang, bent over and squeezed out the cell phone in his pocket, and said softly: "I'll give you my number, if you have any questions, feel free to ask me, I'm a bosom brother, and Young Master Kang is also me Leading into the circle~"

Xie Lang wanted to refuse but was afraid of offending others, so he looked at Kang Yao in embarrassment: "I..."

Kang Yao smiled and said, "Keep it, aren't you curious? Xiaoyang knows everything."

Xie Lang didn't refuse, took his phone back and went out, not wanting someone to give it to him, but Kang Yao said that he was easily harassed by No. 1, so he insisted on sending it out of the nightclub.

After leaving the nightclub, Xie Lang rushed to the station and took the bus back to school.

I was very worried that Dragon Cub would find out about my going to a gay bar. As soon as I got in the car, I checked my phone for missed calls and messages.

However, the evil dragon didn't even send a single message.

Xie Lang always felt that something was missing, put away his phone, and calculated how long it had been since Dragon Cub called in the morning.

It's been a long time, and I'm idle in the hospital, why didn't you send me a message?

The little gay cat is unhappy.

After returning to the dormitory, I took a shower first, and then waited patiently for the news. It is impossible to take the initiative, you must wait proudly.