Classmate, your pants are fading?

Chatting while eating, Cheng Chuji found that Qi Heng really ate all the food without knowing it.A thought suddenly popped up in my heart: If my daughter-in-law can eat so much, I will need to earn more money!

Qi Heng wiped his mouth, then clasped his hands together: "Thank you for the hospitality!"

The two chatted for so long and Cheng Chuji felt that he was familiar with him a lot, so he joked, "No wonder your meal card is out of money. No one can afford to eat like this all day long~"

While collecting the tableware, Qi Heng replied, "I don't eat so much every day. If I don't have money, I don't eat. If someone treats me, I eat more. I'm a storage type!"

Cheng Chuji felt a little sad from his answer: "You...do you often skip meals?"

"It's not too often, right?" Qi Heng thought for a while, "It's only a week at most. And it's not like I don't eat it at all. Isn't there free soup in the cafeteria? It's quite filling."

One cafeteria does have free soup.But Cheng Chuji always felt that the soup that was like washing pot water was of no value.Not to mention that there are only occasional floating vegetable leaves, but floating small flying insects are often found in the pot, which is really hard to drink.

But this man in front of him actually lived on that soup for a week?

At the same time he was curious.The tuition fee of fashion design is relatively high, and the usual homework also requires students to spend their own money to buy fabrics and the like, which is relatively expensive.Because of this, the family background of students studying this major is relatively good.He didn't quite understand why Qi Heng couldn't even eat.Poor family?Look at his clothes and manners.

Although he had many doubts, he still blurted out: "The next time you don't have money to eat, tell me and I will treat you. Otherwise, the body that is hungry and full will not be able to bear it."

Hearing this, Qi Heng was stunned, but soon smiled and said, "Will you keep me in rhythm?"

Cheng Chuji's face felt hot.In fact, he didn't mind this so-called nurturing.

Qi Heng rubbed his slightly protruding stomach, stood up and picked up the plate, "Let's go~"

These words burst the bubble of fantasies, and Cheng Chuji asked, "This... just left?"

"Otherwise? Sitting in the cafeteria all night with big eyes and small eyes?"

"Oh..." Cheng Chuji slowly got up.To be honest, he thought that the relationship between the two of them was going well, so they would talk more, find a place to continue to communicate with each other.Unexpectedly, it came to an abrupt end.

He was depressed, and Qi Heng said again: "I will get paid tomorrow. Do you want to eat or drink milk tea?"

Youyou Cheng immediately regained his energy, and replied in seconds: "Dinner. I'll treat you to milk tea after the meal!"

"it is good."

Seeing that he was about to leave, Cheng Chuji suddenly remembered: "Hey, add a WeChat?"

"I've already added it for you. Put the one on top." Qi Heng left a smile and walked towards the exit with the food plate in his hand.

After walking out of the cafeteria, Qi Heng put away his smile and sighed deeply.

I didn't expect to actually meet this person.He has noticed the posters at the door of the dormitory since his freshman year.In the beginning, it was very small even on paper, and it was difficult to be found on the huge publicity board.But its lines, colors and beautiful regular script attracted Qi Heng in a sea of ​​gaudy posters.He began to look forward to seeing this poster every time.Sometimes I even feel disappointed when I find that the posters of the Propaganda Department were not made by that person, and I will run to the door of other dormitory buildings to look inside.

I don't know when, this person will secretly write a small C on the poster.Sometimes it is in the corner, sometimes it is hidden in the painting.Finding this "lively" C has become another pleasure for Qi Heng.

Later, he found out his name from the student union members in his class: Cheng Chuji.

First Ji.It looks beautiful.But it's kind of funny to read.Chuji, Chuji, Chick?

Qi Heng secretly imagined this person's appearance.

One day, he walked back to the dormitory after taking a shower, and happened to see someone putting up posters.He subconsciously noticed it.I was just looking at it, but I was about to leave, but I heard one of the girls say: "Senior Cheng, how close are you to posting? The bathroom is about to close."

Qi Heng stopped in his tracks, turned his head slowly, and saw a tall boy looking at the edge of the poster to make sure his poster was not crooked.

After confirming, he turned back and said to the school girl: "There are only three left, you go. I can do it myself."

"Thank you, President!!!" The girl ran away happily.

Qi Heng stood on the spot and narrowed his eyes slightly to look at this person carefully.He was quite tall, half a head taller than himself.Because it's winter, I can't see my figure, but the exposed hands with slightly protruding knuckles are very beautiful.In terms of appearance, he obviously doesn't wear glasses but has a faint bookish look. He is very handsome but does not make people feel like a vase.His facial features are not amazing and special, but the combination makes Qi Heng feel very gentle, as if they were born to be together.

Qi Heng just looked at him like that until he ran to the next dormitory.

Ever since the day he met Cheng Chuji, he felt a little strange.

It's an amazing feeling.Although he would not think so exaggeratedly day and night, but occasionally thinking of the person he saw coming to Qi Heng that day, he would feel very warm and couldn't help smiling.

So that day when Redmoon found Cheng Chuji, Qi Heng didn't seem to have any abnormalities on the surface, but his body was a little hot.It was a little hard trying not to look in his direction.He chatted casually with his friends on an excuse, and glanced "inadvertently" towards the bar several times.

Alone?

why?

Having a bad mood?

I drank a lot.Drinks well.I thought it was a pour-in-a-cup type.

The eyes of the two people just swept across each other's body, but "by mistake", they didn't meet each other.

Trapped in his own little world, Qi Heng's cell phone rang, and he picked it up to take a look.

"Tsk!"

hang up.