The Records of the Library

He Ai listened to the voice three times, and unbelievingly sent a message to confirm: [Are you a man? ]

KL returned another voice, still in a soft tone, but lowered his voice a bit: "Yeah, isn't it like that?"

Both the house name and He Ai's homepage indicated that the gender was male. It seems that the rumors have been tight recently, and business is not doing well. The scammers have expanded their target customer base to minority groups.

The phone vibrated suddenly, it was Mao Ziqi who called, and the first thing he said after the connection was answered: "Brother Ai, why didn't you reply to WeChat? Is the liar still there?"

He Ai didn't read the WeChat, but glanced at the monitor when he heard the words: "It's still there, are you sure it's this person?"

Mao Ziqi said: "Yeah, the avatar and nickname match up. What's wrong? Show me the chat history."

He Ai said bluntly: "He is a man."

As soon as the words fell, Mao Ziqi exploded immediately, and He Ai had to take the phone away, "Impossible! How could she be a man!"

He Ai simply stuck the phone on the speaker and played the audio again.

As expected, Mao Ziqi was furious, and his super-high-decibel curse came out of the speaker, which turned into a howl after a while.

He Ai couldn't help but twitched the corners of her lips gloatingly, and knocked "not quite like" to KL and went back. Thinking about giving a positive response at this time, she added "very gentle, nice voice."

KL didn't reply in time like before, but was strangely silent.

He Ai was not in a hurry, picked up the phone again, and Mao Ziqi sniffed and murmured weakly: "I'm not a human anymore, haha..."

"Come on, you said the same thing last time." He Ai took a sip of milk, and the taro paste was stuck in the straw cavity and made a rustling sound, "Are you still fishing?"

Mao Ziqi was as angry as a thread: "Fishing, fucking fishing. But I suffered a serious injury today and I have to take care of it. I can't be stimulated again in the short term. Brother, you can figure it out."

Before hanging up, Mao Ziqi suddenly got excited, and repeatedly told him that he must not tell this matter to the outside world. After hearing He Ai's affirmative answer, he went offline in dismay.

KL finally replied after a while: [Where are you now? ]

He Ai stared at this question and frowned.This time the other party didn't speak any more, and changed the topic to a new one. This kind of behavior of accepting it as soon as it was good made He Ai have to be vigilant. Those two sentences were probably to confirm that he had no resistance to the same sex.

There is nothing to hide about the location, so He Ai replied truthfully: [At home, how about you? ]

KL said: [I'm in the dormitory, is your home very close to the school, why don't you live there? ]

He Ai smelled the temptation in his words, but what's the point of asking this, and is there any potential connection with luring him to be fooled?After thinking about it, he felt that the reason was too far-fetched, so he took this sentence as a casual mention of digging a topic, and replied: [Not close, I rented a house outside.The dormitory beds are too short to sleep comfortably. ]

The first sentence was made up by He Ai. His home is in the university town, and he can go to the teaching building of the Department of Architecture in 15 minutes by bike, which is even faster than students who are farther away from the dormitory building.However, the iron frame bed in the dormitory was really short for him, with a length of 1.8 meters, he had to bend his legs to lie on it.

[Klein.L: Well, living alone sometimes feels lonely. ]

Before He Ai could react, she had already tapped the words with her fingers and sent it: [It's more comfortable to be alone. ]

KL replied quickly: [Two people will be happier. ]

It was revealed.He Ai subconsciously sneered slightly, picked up the headset and replied a voice message, and then leaned back on the back of the chair, fully preparing for the prey to bite the bait.

About ten seconds later, a notification tone sounded in the chat room, and Klein.L exited the room.

He didn't answer a word, didn't initiate a friend request, and just left in such a haste. If He Ai didn't know his identity, he would have thought that the other party was shocked by those words and fled.

He Ai packed up the chat records and sent them to Mao Ziqi: "He ran away, probably playing hard to get, and there is more to come. Tomorrow morning at [-] o'clock brown sugar latte, see you downstairs at Jian A."

When Lan Ting climbed the iron stairs to bed, his heart was still beating violently, and the excessive blood pumping speed made him feel top-heavy, and his face seemed to be simmering in a cloud of hot air, which could not be cooled down no matter what.

He stayed on the iron frame for a while, took an unknown number of deep breaths of the night, and then climbed up to the bunk next to him with ease.

He was the only one left in the four-person dormitory.Two roommates swapped and the bed became vacant, but it wasn't theirs.Three weeks ago, during the first week of school, the master came to make a bed, put some luggage, and never came back. He didn’t even have time to erase the name written in chalk on the cabinet. There were two words written there: He Ai .

Lan Ting lay down lightly, the bed board creaked weakly, he sank into the pillow that did not belong to him, closed his eyes, and traced the lines on the bed sheet with his fingertips familiarly.It's a pity that there is no smell left by He Ai on the bed, but even if it is a simple smell of laundry detergent, Lan Ting doesn't want to spoil it with too fragrant shower gel.

He lay quietly for a while, then sat up again, afraid that he would fall asleep like this, and it would be bad if He Ai came back suddenly.

He couldn't help thinking that if he stayed in the dormitory longer on the first day of school, he might be able to wait for He Ai to ask for his contact information, and now he wouldn't have to look for him in the forum in a shady way.

But maybe it's better now.

Lan Ting listened to the voice again, and He Ai's voice passed through the earphones, as if attached to his ears, low-pitched, hiding a smile, "Then you teach me, two people's happiness."

Lan Ting's back softened, his lips moved, he lifted He Ai's pillow, as if facing He Ai himself, and said nervously: "You, you..."

He didn't do anything to you, but forced himself to blush even more, and finally threw the pillow on his lap, and said, "Go to sleep."

He put the pillow back to its original place, smoothed out the folds on the pillowcase and sheets, made sure that there were no traces left, climbed over the guardrail and returned to his own bed, and suddenly felt that what he said just now was not gentle enough, and his voice was still trembling. Just like after being praised by He Ai, it's really embarrassing.He repeated "Go to sleep" in a babbling voice, as if he wanted to practice this sentence to perfection.

Lan Ting tossed and turned on the bed, repeating tonight in his mind, it took longer than usual to fall asleep, until the drowsiness hit, his consciousness fluctuated between half-dream and half-awake, the thought that he deliberately ignored flashed clearly: he didn't want to sleep at all. remember me.