Fanservice Paradox

The astonishment on Fang Juexia's face retracted little by little, like still water gradually recovering after the ripples had dispersed.

"No one." He simply replied.

"You're the only one here?" Pei Tingsong looked inward, he felt the chill from the outside, "The moving company is downstairs, and they will move things up later."

Fang Juexia, who was still opening the door, let go of his hand and moved half a step away, "Oh..." Then he thought that the other party hadn't come up yet, so he took another step forward, "Is there a lot?"

He wanted to ask if he needed help, but the words seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't swallow them or say them.

The warm current in the room poured out, and Pei Tingsong took off his hat, "Not much." He glanced at Fang Juexia's white and soft home clothes, and he seemed to have guessed Fang Juexia's thoughts, "Go in. Wear it like this Go down and freeze you to death."

It wasn't a good word, but at least he didn't have to go down.Fang Juexia was quite satisfied.

After a while, the sound of the elevator opening came, and the movers quickly brought Pei Tingsong's luggage.Fang Juexia tidied up the living room where his teammates left untied from playing games yesterday, to make room for them.

He held a cup of hot tea and leaned against the wall to watch, and moved in a total of five large cardboard boxes.Observing the movements of them putting down the boxes, I reckoned that each one was quite heavy.

Fang Juexia couldn't help being curious about what Pei Tingsong took.

"Thanks for your hard work." Pei Tingsong thanked him politely.

Just when he was about to send them away, Fang Juexia suddenly stopped, poured a cup of hot tea for each of the three uncles, and handed them directly to them without saying a word.

"Thank you, thank you." The three uncles hurriedly took it, puffed and drank until their chests were warm, and left with a smile.

The promised production team didn't arrive, and only he and Pei Tingsong were left in the dormitory.In the past two years, this kind of alone time has been almost zero, which is somewhat embarrassing.He stared at the big boxes as if they were staring at him too.

"I'll take you to see your room." Fang Juexia seemed to have finally thought of something to say, stepped on slippers and walked around him. When he walked to the door, he remembered that He Ziyan usually locked the door, and was worried about trying it. opened.

He knew Pei Tingsong was coming?

"I live with Brother Ziyan?" Pei Tingsong stood behind him, carrying a cardboard box into the room.

"Yeah." Fang Juexia made way for him. The room is quite big. Once you enter the door, there is a large workbench with several monitors and midi pads on it. The other workbench on the side is an electronic DJ booth.It was indeed Ziyan's room at first glance.There is plenty of sunlight inside, and the side next to the window is empty, except for an unmade solid wooden bed.Pei Tingsong put down the cardboard box, and touched the bookshelf for the partition.

"Who do you live with?" He asked suddenly.

Fang Juexia was stunned for two seconds, "One by one."

He thought to himself, if brother Miao or Yiyi were here at this time, maybe he would take him around to get familiar with the environment.But it happened to be him alone, he didn't know what to do, whether to take Pei Tingsong for a tour, or help him move things in a muffled voice, or just ignore him and go back to the room.

The last option is too indifferent, even if Fang Juexia really wants to do it.

Just do it.

Fang Juexia raised his foot and wanted to leave, but Pei Tingsong suddenly spoke.

"I want to see the other rooms." He took off his coat and put it on the empty bed. Inside was a soft gray sweater.

Forget it, it's a group after all.

"En." Fang Juexia responded and turned around and walked out.Pei Tingsong stared at him, his back was covered by a snow-white plush coat, his neck was long and slender, especially when viewed from the side, he looked like a little swan alone.This surprised him, probably because he had never seen Fang Juexia at home, with his face up to the sky and wrapped in a soft coat, it seemed that he lacked the cold feeling that he couldn't get close to.

"This is the room of Brother Miao and Brother Yuan." Fang Juexia opened the door. This room is very cramped. There is a stack of piano scores on the shelf near the door. There is a Guzheng by the window. The smallest one was chosen by the team leader at that time. room, or get in and out of bed.But Lu Yuan also likes to sleep on upper and lower bunks, he thinks the upper bunk is very comfortable.

He didn't know how to introduce, so he seemed very silent.Pei Tingsong was taken out of the room by him, led to the living room and the open kitchen, and said dryly, "It's probably like this."

Who knew that Pei Tingsong was leaning on the kitchen counter, "Where's yours?"

Fang Juexia blinked slowly, then turned around as if by default, and led him to her room.

After all, we live together. If we don’t watch it today, we will watch it tomorrow.

Pei Tingsong found it interesting. He thought he would refuse, after all, he was always refusing, but now it was so easy to agree to let him break into the private sphere.Today's Fang Juexia looks particularly easy to bully.

But the guy in home clothes just opened the door and didn't go in by himself. He stood outside and introduced politely, "This room."

Pei Tingsong would not miss this opportunity to invade his territory, he stepped in without saying a word, causing Fang Juexia to lose the initiative and could only follow behind him.

This room is more distinct than he imagined. A row of wardrobes in the middle separates the two sides. The area facing the door is filled with all kinds of accessories. The bedding is minions, and there is a row of minion dolls on the bed. .Ling Yi is a well-known lover of minions.

Pei Tingsong walked in, and the area inward looked like another pole.It is very empty, and all the furniture is only one-piece log-colored bookshelf desk, two or three light gray low cabinets and a bed.On the dark blue bed were quilts folded into squares, which were meticulously clean.

He searched for adjectives in his mind, but found that the most suitable description was actually himself.

All this is very Fang Juexia.

"There's nothing to see in my room."

He felt that Fang Juexia's tone began to show a slight self-defense.Pei Tingsong couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and walked to the desk, his eyes were attracted by the huge Sudoku book on it.

"Do you like Sudoku?"

Fang Juexia walked over, clamped the unfinished page with a pen and closed it, "I will play with it when I am bored."

This surprised Pei Tingsong, but when he looked up, more unexpected things appeared one after another.

""The Unity of Mathematics"" He moved closer, carefully looking at the books on the bookshelf.

Not only "Unity of Mathematics", but also dozens of mathematics textbooks such as "Lectures on Riemann Surfaces", "Functional Analysis", "Morse Theory".

In fact, Fang Juexia's sense of embarrassment has reached its peak, but due to emotional delay, his tone is still calm, "Obviously, I study mathematics."

"Yes, I almost forgot." Pei Tingsong remembered that he had heard Ling Yi and the others jokingly say that he had more homework in college than in high school.I also think of Fang Juexia's talent in mathematics, although it is only the tip of the iceberg occasionally shown in some unpopular variety shows.

"It's okay." Fang Juexia reached out and tried to pull him away, just like he held his wrist last time.

His fingers were long, but they were much softer than Pei Tingsong imagined. They were warm and gently wrapped around his cold wrist.

"Go and pack your things."

The tone was clearly an order, but to Pei Tingsong's ears, it sounded like a plea.

In fact, he was very curious about how Fang Juexia would react if he continued to stay here and fight against him.But he could feel that Fang Juexia's tolerance was up to this point, even if he was playing, he had to take his time.

Pei Tingsong wasn't sure whether the indifference and dullness in him was real, or just a fake persona he pretended to be.Maybe Fang Juexia is the type that is rumored to be able to sell her body for opportunities. Her desire is too obvious, so she has to cover it up with an image of abstinence.If so, then his acting skills are too proficient.Pei Tingsong was really curious, and even wondered why he didn't find it so interesting to deal with him in the past.

But Fang Juexia's shell was cold and hard, almost growing on the flesh, so peeling it raw was a bit too cruel.

So Pei Tingsong didn't continue to pester, and let him drag him out of the room.

In front of the cardboard box, Fang Juexia naturally let go of Pei Tingsong's wrist, and rolled up the sleeves of her home clothes, revealing a small white forearm.He helped move a large one, and found it to be terribly heavy indeed.Watching Pei Tingsong open the box, he realized that it was full of books.

Pei Tingsong didn't ask him to move again, but only said that he could arrange the books for him.Fang Juexia took a few books in his hand, and asked him how to arrange them, alphabetically or by year, but Pei Tingsong said casually, "Whatever."

casual.Fang Juexia said the word silently in his heart.Then he placed the books in his hand one by one, not according to the year or the initials, but according to the depth of the color.

Pei Tingsong moved in all the remaining things and unpacked them aside.There are only four large boxes in his luggage, only one is his daily necessities, and the rest are all books.

"Didn't you bring any clothes?" Fang Juexia stepped on a chair and arranged the top row, then came down and asked.

"I live not far away, let's talk about it later." Pei Tingsong sat cross-legged on the ground, on the bottom floor.

They just placed books silently, one person in a row, until the empty bookshelf was filled. Fang Juexia felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment, although the books were not his, nor were the bookshelves.

"What about the rest?" he asked like a child.

Pei Tingsong picked up the last few hardcover tomes, stepped on a stool, and put them on the top of the bookshelf, stacking them in a pile.He clapped his hands, "Done." He grew up in the United States and returned to China for several years even though he has been studying Chinese, but he still uses his usual English expressions from time to time.

Fang Juexia stood in front of the bookshelf and looked over. The finished products put out by the two people had a strange sense of layering. The color of the spine of the first layer ranged from light to dark, and the first layer was irregularly interlaced in depth.

"Meditations on First Philosophy," "Critique of Pure Reason," "Ethics," "The World as Will and Representation"..." He looked at the books on the bookshelf, and found that they were all reading materials beyond the scope of his knowledge.

It turned out that Pei Tingsong studied philosophy.

He only knew that Pei Tingsong was originally studying in the United States, and he was studying management like the general sons who need to inherit family property, but he later dropped out of school without authorization and applied to another liberal arts college, as if his parents disagreed. major in reading.And because he was caught in the underground hip-hop circle, he was sent back to China by his elders.

But why did he come to the entertainment circle, and why did he come to such a small company?These are only speculations, because Pei Tingsong's whereabouts are also elusive and mysterious.Everyone only knows that he finally went to P University as an international student, and refused to live in a group for the reason of going to school. Anyway, they didn't notify much, and he seemed to go to school usually.

Thinking about it now, their lives really have nothing to do with each other, except for work.

"almost."

Seeing that Pei Tingsong was going to move the stool away, he wanted to help, but when he lowered his head and accidentally hit the bookshelf, he felt something shaking, and before he could react, he was dragged to the other side by a force , I was unstable and almost fell.

A series of sounds hit the floor, turning into a few thick books spread upside down.

At this time, the hand that was holding his arm tightly was released.Fang Juexia turned her head and saw Pei Tingsong's other hand covering her right eye, and reacted suddenly, "Are you all right? Did you hit your eye?"

Pei Tingsong held his hands tightly, shaking his head like a child, and sat on the hard bed with his head buried.

"I did it, I'm sorry." Fang Juexia felt guilty all of a sudden, he thought that he just lowered his head and bumped into the bookshelf.Pei Tingsong must have come to pull him to get smashed.

"Don't put gold on your face," Pei Tingsong pushed his hand away, "I'm the one who put the book on it."

After he finished speaking, he muttered again, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry every day..."

Fang Juexia didn't listen to his words at all, "Let me take a look."

"No need." He suddenly became willful.

After a while like this, Pei Tingsong thought that Fang Juexia was just talking on the surface, but he didn't expect him to be stubborn and terrible, repeating a sentence again and again, like a robot.

"Let me see."

But after all, he failed to be a hero and was smashed, and his self-esteem was a little bit frustrated, so he was even more awkward when he compromised, "Then go get me a Band-Aid." After speaking, he emphasized again, "A Band-Aid is fine, a Band-Aid."

But Fang Juexia, who ran out, seemed to have blocked his ears. When he came back, he carried a whole medicine box and put it on the bed with a bang.

Pei Tingsong looked at the box in front of him, and then at him.

This is not a little swan, but a goose.

The author has something to say: the next chapter will start a group live broadcast!

Friends, mine has already written the character of Gong.Xiao Pei appeared as a wicked boy, he was only in his teens, not a mature, stable and perfect man.If you don't like it, you don't have to wait for the real fragrance, you can stop now.Don't scold the character, don't scold the character.

They didn't see each other for two years because of a misunderstanding.Fang Juexia's method is to pretend that Pei Tingsong does not exist, and Pei Tingsong is to tease him. As for why he misunderstood?Because Jue Xia never mentions the unspoken rules, he can only find out through the outside world.But after he got to know Fang Juexia, he realized that it was impossible for him to do such a thing, and he sincerely apologized.

When Fang Juexia was really threatened, Pei Tingsong immediately ran to settle him because of his teammates.Pei Tingsong was injured, and Fang Juexia bandaged him immediately.

If it wasn't for such an opening, why would the two be forced to do business and get to know each other.To be together must have been together long ago.

Personally, I can't accept the character being scolded. I ask everyone to give up if they don't like it. Don't force yourself.