After crossing, I was with the campus male god

Chu Muya came out of the bathroom with steam all over his body, his usual indifference seemed to be dampened and softened.

He was thin and wore baggy, dark pajamas.

Hearing the sound, Yan Ling'an straightened up after making the bed and looked back, then quickly turned her head: "Mu, Mu Mu, you're done washing!"

He subconsciously licked his lips, only to feel that the temperature in the dormitory had risen several degrees.

Chu Muya couldn't help but feel drowsy after taking a shower, his mind was in chaos, and he said softly, "Yeah."

Whenever Yan Ling'an thinks that the two of them will sleep together later, his mouth becomes extremely parched, and he walks to the desk and drinks a large glass of cold water to suppress the heat in his heart.

Yan Ling'an turned around: "Mu Mu, shall we go to bed?"

After finishing speaking, Yan Ling'an bit her tongue, feeling that this sentence was weird to herself.

"Are you sleeping in there?"

Chu Muya also felt a little hot on his face: "Oh."

After getting into bed, Chu Muya turned sideways, leaning his back against the wall. As soon as he touched the pillow, he felt a little drowsy, and soon after, Yan Lingan also got into bed.

The school dormitory has a single bed, which is just right for one person, but it will be very crowded for two people. They lie face to face, and the distance is so close that even the sound of breathing is intertwined.

One hot, one gentle.

Seventeen/eighteen-year-old boys always have heat that cannot be released, and Chu Muya felt that his face was very hot.

For a while, he couldn't tell whether it was the heat from the bath just now, or the breath from Yan Ling'an's body.

Yan Ling'an tucked the quilt stiffly, fearing that he would bump into Chu Muya if he moved too far.

He quietly raised his eyes to look at Chu Muya, who lowered his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering regularly, and he didn't know if he was asleep or thinking about something.

"Brother Mu, are you asleep?" Yan Ling'an was talking, and moved his body slightly outside, barely opening the distance between the two of them, for fear that Chu Muya's restless heartbeat would be heard.

"...No." Chu Muya's sleepiness completely disappeared.

Extra sober.

Yan Ling'an took another sneak peek, and found that there was a very small mole in the corner of Chu Muya's eye, which could hardly be seen unless he looked closely. His voice was hoarse: "What are you thinking?"

Chu Muya didn't know what he was thinking, but his head was empty and his heartbeat couldn't stop at all. He casually thought of a sentence: "If a straight line in a plane is perpendicular to a diagonal line of this plane, then it Also perpendicular to the projection of this oblique line."

Yan Ling'an was stunned: "Huh?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Muya felt that he was very stupid, and turned over to face the wall: "Sleeping."

"...Oh, good night." Yan Ling'an was a little disappointed.

His palms were wet with sweat, and he could still feel the beating of his skin after he clenched it tightly.

Yan Ling'an stared at the back of Chu Muya's head in a daze, and finally recovered his heart rate. Chu Muya didn't move, as if he had fallen asleep. He whispered: "Brother Mu, I'm asleep, good night."

Unexpectedly, a few seconds later, Chu Muya also replied, "Good night."

Yan Ling'an froze for a moment, then smiled: "Mu Mu, why haven't you slept yet?"

In the past, Chu Muya could almost fall asleep as soon as he leaned against the pillow.

Although Chu Muya was facing the wall, he could feel Yan Lingan's burning gaze and his scorching breath, which seemed to fall on his neck.

"Recite the text."

Tomorrow's midterm exam, Chu Muya found a reasonable excuse.

Yan Ling'an said "Oh", "Go to bed early, or you won't be energetic tomorrow."

"Ah."

Yan Ling'an got out of bed and turned off the light.

The next day, Yan Ling'an got up earlier than usual, and Chu Muya was still asleep. He slept very peacefully, maintaining the posture before going to bed, facing the wall.

...It's just that Chu Muya's entire back was stuck in Yan Lingan's arms.

The distance between the two was a little closer than before going to bed, Yan Ling'an was a little at a loss, looking down at the person in his arms, wanting to avoid it but was reluctant.

Just when he was wondering whether to get out of bed to wash up, or to stay still, the person in his arms turned over.

Putting his hands on his chest, Chu Muya turned his face, and his face, which had been exceptionally fair without seeing the light for many years, suddenly magnified in front of Yan Lingan.

Yan Ling'an's heart suddenly slowed down by several beats, and it started beating violently again after Chu Muya turned over.

Chu Muya was too close.

Yan Ling'an forcibly turned her head away, licked her lips, then lightly got off the bed, stuffed Chu Muya's quilt and went to wash up.

Chu Muya slowly opened his eyes. He was woken up by the heat. His body temperature was always low. In winter, it is rare to heat up the quilt. Sometimes it is still cold in the bed after a night. .

This is the first time he was woken up by the heat...

Just now he woke up not long after turning over, but felt Yan Lingan's gaze on him, in order to avoid embarrassment, he had to wait until Yan Lingan left.

Chu Muya got out of bed, and Yan Lingan saw him from the mirror above the sink, with a particularly bright smile: "Good morning, Mu Mu!"

Chu Muya staggered his eyes, and took his mouthwash cup: "Morning."

He felt that he was a little different from Yan Ling'an, but he couldn't tell exactly what was different for a while.

Yan Ling'an wiped his face with cold water and asked, "By the way, Brother Mu."

Chu Muya spat out the mouthwash: "Huh?"

Yan Lingan frowned, looking serious as if he was thinking about something.

Chu Muya asked: "What's wrong?"

Yan Ling'an thought for a while and said, "The three perpendicular line theorem is not within the scope of this midterm exam, is it? Why did you memorize that yesterday?"

Chu Muya: "...?"

Seeing that Chu Muya didn't answer, Yan Ling'an thought that he had made a mistake, and asked again: "Isn't it? Did I remember it wrong? I remember that I didn't take the test."

Chu Muya: "...I recited it casually."

"Oh." Yan Ling'an was relieved. He leaned back against the sink, folded his arms, "Mu Mu, did we have a bet on the monthly exam last time? I seem to owe you three things, right?"

Only then did Chu Muya remember: "Yes."

"Then..." Yan Lingan asked, "Student Chu Muya, is there anything I can do?"

"I owe it first."

"……Oh."

The mid-term exam is more rigorous than the monthly exam. After finishing the math exam, there is a lunch break, and those who went to take the exam in other classes also returned one after another.

Yan Ling'an usually doesn't take the initiative to explain the answers to others after the exam, mainly because he is afraid of hurting them.

But Yan Ling'an is in a very good mood today.

So those who got the answer suffered.

Sun Liu: "What is the answer to the thirteenth question? Why did I count two answers, and then I wrote down both of them."

Li Xue: "I also counted two, so it should be two."

Yan Ling'an: "No, one can be ruled out, the answer is 1/2."

Sun Liu: "..."

Li Xue: "..."

Fan Gu: "Comrades, what is the final answer to the first vector question?"

Xie Tiantian: "14."

Sun Liu: "14."

Yan Ling'an: "-19, what's the matter with you, such a simple question."

Xie Tiantian: "??"

Sun Liu went crazy, the answer was right and none of the questions was the same, chasing Yan Ling'an and typing: "?? Damn, I suddenly don't want to take the English test anymore, Yan Ling'an, why did you come to reveal the answer!!"

Yan Ling'an ran while laughing: "I'm in a good mood today, so I want you all to smile together."

Just as Chu Muya packed his pencil case and was about to go back to his place to rest, Yan Lingan quickly hid behind him: "Brother Mu, help! They are going to murder me!"

Chu Muya also noticed the situation over there just now, and quickly avoided: "It deserves it."

He looked at Yan Ling'an and the others, and pursed his lips into a smile.

After the exams on the first day of the midterm were over, Chu Muya went to the school gate to take back the new quilt that Uncle Wang had sent.

That night Chu Muya went back to his bed.

After Yan Lingan turned off the lights, he felt that the bed was really too spacious, and he couldn't fall asleep because of tossing and turning: "Mu Mu, are you asleep?"

"……No."

Yan Ling'an asked, "What are you thinking about?"

After the question, I couldn't help laughing, the same question and answer as last night.

Chu Muya thought for a while: "The fishing grounds in the North Sea in Western Europe were formed under the joint influence of the warm North Atlantic Current and the cold current in East Greenland." After a while, he added, "The fishing grounds in Newfoundland, Canada are formed under the warm current of the Gulf of Mexico and the cold current of Labula." Formed under the combined influence of multiple cold currents..."

Listening to Chu Muya's gentle voice reciting the knowledge points, Yan Ling'an yawned and fell asleep.

After a while, seeing that the other party didn't respond, Chu Muya called out, "Yan Ling'an?"

Yan Ling'an's gentle breathing came.

"Good night."

Chu Muya's bed was cold all night, and when he got out of bed to wash, he also noticed Yan Lingan's heavy dark circles.

"Morning, Brother Mu!"

"morning."

After one night, the temperature in Ningcheng dropped a few degrees, and the short-sleeved pajamas Yan Lingan was wearing couldn't bear it any longer. After washing up, he rubbed his hands: "It's so cold, Brother Mu, you slept well last night ?"

Chu Muya replied: "It's okay."

When Chu Muya reached for the mouthwash cup, he happened to touch Yan Lingan's bare/exposed arm.

Yan Lingan frowned: "Mu Mu, I heard from my mother that there was an old Chinese doctor whose hands and feet were very cold. Why don't we go and see some time?"

Chu Muya didn't want to go: "Let's talk about it later."

Yan Ling'an pushed open the balcony door and took a look. Although the temperature had dropped, the weather outside seemed to be getting better again.

He flipped through his phone, and went to Baidu to check the weather in Ningcheng: "Mumu, why don't you take a quilt? I checked seven or eight weather forecasts just now, and they all said that the weather is sunny today and it will definitely not rain!"

After Chu Muya came back from washing, he looked at him warily: "If it rains again, you will die."

The quilt I just bought is really cold.

In order to make up for the previous mistake, Yan Ling'an actively hugged Chu Muya's quilt and hung it on the hanger.

After the exam in the afternoon, Su Jing called Chu Muya to something, Yan Lingan went back to the dormitory first, the weather was really nice, Yan Lingan touched the quilt and felt very comfortable.

He was about to put the quilt back, but suddenly he felt a tantrum. He poured a glass of water and went into the balcony again. Just as he was about to splash the water on it, the door of the dormitory was opened, and then he trembled in front of Chu In Mu Ya's face, he poured a glass of water on the quilt.

Yan Ling'an: "..."

Chu Muya: "..."

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