Xueba confesses every day [Rebirth]

"Boss! Boss!" Wang Ye yelled at the top of his voice, pushed Qin Ge on the stool, and started looking for the boss.

The boss is young, thirty at most, and he tidies himself up very neatly.

"Which one of you two is smart?" The boss mask covered most of his face, revealing two pale arms.

"Me!" Wang Ye began to roll up his sleeves.

The boss shot Wang Ye a glance, "Flower arms?"

Wang Ye hesitated: "No, just write a word."

"Come and sit, let me make a sample for you first."

Sitting on the small sofa beside him, Qin Ge found that the tattoo artist was quite strange, his exposed skin was very clean.

"The one next to you, come here."

Qin Ge responded to the call and sat down.

"Talk to him and distract yourself."

After hearing this, Wang Ye laughed: "You underestimate me, I still need to be distracted."

"If you have any request, I'll listen to it." The tattoo artist turned on the light on the bedside, which made Wang Ye squint his eyes, "Just a tattoo..." Wang Ye was suddenly stuck.

Text what?

"My name." Qin Ge interrupted.

The tattoo artist turned his head, stared at Qin Ge for a while and asked, "Name?"

"Qin Ge." Qin Ge gestured to him.

The tattoo artist started to adjust the equipment again, and added: "Be more specific, what style, font, thickness, size, the more detailed the better."

Wang Ye made a stop gesture: "Qin Gou, don't make up your own mind, who said you want to write your name?!"

"Where is the location?" The tattoo artist continued to ask.

"Wait, is this the default content?" Wang Ye wanted to lift his neck, but was slapped back by the opponent, "position."

Qin Ge bent down, clamped Wang Ye's collarbone with two fingers, and slid his thumb up: "Here, Song style, the area is about three widths and one height, just be more regular."

Wang Ye suddenly felt that he was being sold by the catty. Qin Ge was communicating with the expressionless tattoo artist throughout the whole process, and he practiced painting.

"Okay, you wash your neck first, I'll think about the composition, and then we'll start."

While Wang Ye was washing his neck, the tattoo artist suddenly asked Qin Ge who was in a daze under the light: "Do you want a tattoo?"

"If there is a chance." Qin Ge smiled.

When Wang Ye lay back down again, he kept swallowing his saliva, and his Adam's apple was going back and forth in the elevator. The tattoo artist pinched Wang Ye's Adam's apple, and Wang Ye almost started to frighten, "What are you doing?"

"It's okay, I'm dizzy from shaking back and forth."

After the disinfection was over, Wang Ye felt a pair of cold hands begin to pinch his throat. The feeling of touch was comparable to that of Qin Ge. It is estimated that people who are born white are not destined to be too warm.

"Wait a minute." Wang Ye suddenly said, "Change it, Qin Ge changed it to Qin Erbao, I want these three words."

"Why do you need to change it?" The tattoo artist was talking but he had already finished writing.

A sharp pain came from Wang Ye's neck, and he was about to sweat when the headlights were on.

"Qin Erbao is a family." Wang Ye frowned, feeling the needles piercing the skin a little bit.

Qin Ge was suddenly speechless. He stared at Wang Ye's bulging veins on his forehead and shook his eyelashes.

"This part is close to the lymph, so the skin may be more sensitive when tattooing, so bear with it for a while." An hour after the explanation, although the tattooist politely said that he was a novice, the whole process was very smooth, and the effect could be seen even if it was swollen. pretty good.

"In view of the fact that the first order is for practicing hands again, no money will be charged, and I will give you another bottle of potion. Don't touch or get in the water within seven days, and don't drink it. There is nothing to say." After explaining, the tattoo artist Take off the mask.

After sitting and lying down, the two realized that the tattoo master was young and handsome.

Before leaving, Wang Ye took the potion and was instructed again: "You have to memorize these three words Qin Erbao for the rest of your life, you know?"

Wang Ye didn't quite understand. Seeing that Qin Ge had already gone out to smoke to keep warm, he nodded indiscriminately to save time: "I know, you can't ask for money for laundry."

"Thank you!" Wang Ye ran out while putting on his coat.

After going out, Qin Ge turned up his collar for him: "It's cold."

"I haven't had time to take a closer look, how is the text?" Wang Ye couldn't see it even when he pushed his neck, Qin Ge pulled him down the stairs, and cheered at Wang Ye, "Same as me, handsome!"

"Stinky fart." Wang Ye sighed.

On the way back, Wang Ye began to look for logic: "It's not fair."

"What's wrong?" Qin Ge looked at the white air in his mouth, and couldn't help but haha ​​again.

"Why is it only my name, isn't it fair?" Wang Ye trotted two steps, stepping on Qin Ge's shadow, "You should go there anytime."

"sure."

Wang Ye didn't expect him to answer so happily, and asked again, "Then why didn't you write just now?"

"I didn't take a shower, so I'm not ready."

Wang Ye looked embarrassed: "Yo Yo Yo, you are the only one who is particular about smell."

Qin Ge explained: "My writing is special."

"Damn it, you're not going to write me in some indescribable place, are you?"

Qin Ge stopped, pulled off his school uniform jacket, grabbed Wang Ye's palm, and buckled it on his left chest.

Under Wang Ye's hand, there was a particularly obvious sense of a hard object, and it became hard when he touched it.

"Fuck! You're playing with me again!" Wang Ye pulled his hands like an electric shock, and started running forward, shouting as he ran, "Hooligans! Xueba is playing hooligans."

The author has something to say:

I want to rub my hands on metaphysics to see the effect, so I temporarily coded a chapter.

Whether you watch it or not has no effect on the plot.

Because it is a simplified version, I changed the layout, I don't know if I can get used to it.