Rarely fascinated

Fang Zhiyuan went back to the dormitory on his lunch break, and when he saw the two big butt marks on his quilt, he felt extremely speechless.

It takes a lot of sitting to slow down all morning.

"...so naive" Fang Zhiyuan commented.

When Fang Zhiyuan was still staring at his Xia Liang in a daze, Wen Cun rushed back to sleep after eating. He first saw Fang Zhiyuan, and then saw the quilt that he had slumped down on.

Wen Cun's face burned up, and he stood at the door like a child at a loss, not knowing what to say.

Isn't it too late for him to sit on the sophistry now!

Fang Zhiyuan sighed at Wen Cun, and said in a not too loud voice, "Even if you have any objections to me, you don't need to vent your anger on my quilt. It's been all morning, and it's still collapsed."

"...I didn't vent my anger." Wen Cun retorted in a low voice, "I did, it's too neat and awkward."

Fang Zhiyuan was overjoyed at once, and he said with a smile, "It's your fault if my quilt is not neat."

Wen Cun scratched his hair, not knowing how to explain it, he bit his lip and organized his words, "I've been like this since I was a child, when I see things that are particularly organized and disciplined, my whole body feels wrong. The ones are neat and tidy, I only take them out after messing them up, otherwise it will be uncomfortable."

"What's wrong with you?" Fang Zhiyuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

But he does know a kind of person who likes to stay in messy places, preferably in an environment where there are a lot of things on the bed, and you can only find people by pawing a few times with your hands.This kind of person is extremely insecure, and needs to immerse himself in a place where there are things around him to feel safe.

"why?"

Wen Cun was stunned for a moment, and after realizing what Fang Zhiyuan asked, he explained, "I just think it's too tidy and impersonal, just like...it's like no one has touched it for a long time. Just like this house, too When it’s tidy, it’s easy to feel that no one lives at all, and it’s deserted, especially the larger villas, which are empty and lifeless.”

"You are called personality anxiety in psychology."

"?" Wen Cun looked blank.

WTF?

"Irritable, suspicious, sensitive, insecure." Fang Zhiyuan pushed his glasses, "I saw it a few times when I was studying psychology."

Wen Cun pointed at himself, blowing his beard and staring at Fang Zhiyuan, "I'm irritable? Suspicious? Insecure?"

"Look, you're angry."

"???angry?"

"Look, there are still so many questions."

Wen Cun, "..."

Wen Cun, "..."

Wen Cun, "..."

"Your uncle." After a while, he couldn't help laughing, Fang Zhiyuan gave a thumbs up, and then said with a serious face, "Sure enough, bickering with Xueba is irrational behavior, it's so powerful."

"Yeah." Fang Zhiyuan nodded cheekily, "So in the future, show some respect to Xueba, and don't just sit on Xueba's quilt with your butt."

"Hey... Let me ask if I can stop talking about it in the future." Wen Cun had a bit of embarrassment on his face, "I didn't sit on it on purpose."

"Then you accidentally threw your ass on my quilt?" Fang Zhiyuan made a joke, but wisely, he didn't go any further, and changed the subject, "I saw a faucet with hot water in the dormitory this morning. Is that water usable?"

"Yes, yes." Wen Cun rubbed his nose, "I don't like to bathe in cold water, so I pulled a hot water pipe from downstairs."

"...you are really..." Fang Zhiyuan couldn't find any adjectives to describe Wen Cun, maybe all the young masters in the world are so delicate?What's wrong with elders bathing in cold water in summer?

"You don't need to pull it down, there are many problems." Wen Cun gave Fang Zhiyuan a sideways look, "I told you to use it and still talk about this and that."

"I was wrong, I use it, and I won't say anything." Fang Zhiyuan immediately apologized "humbly".

"I didn't move much today, and I didn't sweat. I don't like taking a bath anymore. If you go, please keep your voice down. I'm going to sleep." Wen Cun stretched his waist and yawned.

"Sleep now?" Fang Zhiyuan took a look at Wen Cun.

"Yeah." Wen Cun whispered a little aggrieved, "I dare not sleep in class, the teacher catches me, I'm sleepy every day."

"I see that you are having a good time playing matchmaker."

"If I don't play that, I'll fall asleep..."

"Actually, if you listen carefully to the class, it's not that boring. Sometimes it's quite fun."

"...Forget it." Wen Cun said, "I didn't like going to school when I was a child. If I can get a stable score, I can take an ordinary exam. It's too tiring to study well, so it's unnecessary."

"Okay..." Fang Zhiyuan pursed his lips, "Then you go to sleep, I will try to keep my voice as quiet as possible."

"Hey, that..." Wen Cun called Fang Zhiyuan in a low voice, with some hesitation on his face, as if he wanted to say something, but he was too embarrassed to speak.

"I'm fine, my stomach doesn't hurt much anymore." Fang Zhiyuan smiled at him, "I'm such a magnanimous person, I usually don't get angry."

"How do you know what I'm going to say?" Wen Cun was stunned for a moment.

"Come here, I'll tell you." Fang Zhiyuan hooked his fingers.

Wen Cun put his face close to him, and heard Fang Zhiyuan say in his ear, "Because I'm a top student."

Wen Cun gestured with a middle finger and let out a "bah".

Fang Zhiyuan walked a few steps to the bathroom with a smile, then came back, and lay down on the bed. He looked at the bed board and blinked, "I don't want to wash it all of a sudden, I'll wash it at night."

Wen Wen said in a daze, "I'll wash first that night, and I'll go to bed after washing."

"Row."

Fang Zhiyuan suddenly felt that Wen Cun was not as vulgar as he imagined, just a little unreasonable and a little bad-tempered, but in essence...it's pretty good, and sometimes it's kind of fun, not too silly.

Things between men seem to be like this, conflicts come and go quickly, emotions arise and dissipate quickly, everything is gone after a night of sleep, no one cares about so much.

Just like a day ago, he and Wen Cun didn't like each other, and looked at each other with disgust, but now they can chat calmly and even in a happy mood.

Fang Zhiyuan raised the corners of his lips slightly, covered his eyes with his arms, breathed calmly, and closed his eyes to rest his mind.

Unless he is extremely sleepy, he can fall asleep instantly, otherwise he usually has to brew for more than an hour of drowsiness before falling asleep.

Before he came to this city, this school... there was a long sleepless period, and that was the nightmare.

He is quite content with his life now.

Good afternoon, Fang Zhiyuan.

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