Cannon fodder is always forced to become a group favorite

Recalling this point, Yunyou couldn't hold back the sound of "fuck".

He thumped the wall hard, splashing broken water.

He felt that something was wrong with Ling Xiaoxing, very wrong.

How can a straight man suddenly slap someone else's butt and say "it feels good"! ? ?

The words Ling Xiaoxing said were really meaningful, with some unknown deep desires, falling into Yunyou's ears made him feel that something was wrong, the words were wrong, the reaction was wrong, in short, everything was wrong.

This is an intuition engraved in his genes, which makes him, a straight man, feel a sense of crisis of being missed.

Could it be that Ling Xiaoxing is really crooked?

Yunyou frowned, and he began to think about the possibility of this conjecture.

However, before he could figure it out, the phone rang outside. Although it was covered by the sound of rushing water, it was much quieter, but he could still hear it. of.

Yunyou hurriedly took a shower, put on a big vest, put on a pair of big pants, and went out barefoot.

The caller is Ling Xiaoxing.

Yunyou's tone suddenly became a little unfriendly: "Hello!"

Four times, biting hard, still remembering the revenge of patting his ass.

The person at the other end was relieved to hear such an angry shout, and asked softly, "Are you okay?"

"Of course I'm fine. What can I do?" Yun You brushed up his wet forehead hair, exposing his smooth forehead, and asked a little impatiently, suspiciously.

"I'm worried that you didn't answer the phone for so long, you fell down or something." Compared with his gunpowder, Ling Xiaoxing's tone was much softer, and there was a little pitiful, "I know you Don't worry about it."

Yun You: "..."

Yun You: "Don't be like this, the two big men are so weird and crooked."

"Okay," Ling Xiaoxing's tone returned to normal, with a hint of a smile, "I brought you something, do you want to eat?"

Yunyou glanced suspiciously at the clock on the wall, and confirmed that it was twelve o'clock in the evening and not twelve o'clock in the noon.

"Aren't you sleepy?" Yunyou asked him.

"Sleepy, but I'm more hungry, aren't you hungry?" Ling Xiaoxing asked him back.

Yunyou rubbed his stomach, which grunted in due course.

I'm really hungry, the small box of bibimbap I ate just now doesn't care how full I am, and I'll use up all my energy after taking a shower.

Ling Xiaoxing seemed to have heard the "grunt" sound, and said with a light smile, "Come and get it."

"Where are you?" Yun You looked down for his slippers.

"Open the door."

"Ok?"

There were two "knock knocks" on the door of the hotel room, and at the same time, there was a knock on the door half a second later in the phone receiver.

Yun You was a little stunned, hung up the call, rushed to the door in two or three steps, and opened the door of the room.

Sure enough, Ling Xiaoxing crossed his legs on the ground, carrying a large bag of takeaway food, holding his mobile phone in his other hand and holding it up to his ear, with a slight smile on his lips, he raised his eyes when he heard the door open, and looked at the door. Look at him softly and attentively.

And Yunyou's focus is very clear: "It's already twelve o'clock, and there is still takeaway?"

"One of them is still open." Ling Xiaoxing raised his hand, the bag in his hand shook heavily, and his crossed legs moved away.

As a result, Yunyou saw it by accident after taking out the food, and the hand holding the doorknob suddenly moved, it was a closing movement to prevent him from entering, but he restrained himself.

It seems that he feels that he just took something from someone else, so it's not easy to turn his face immediately.

Yunyou coughed pretentiously: "Why don't you come in and eat together?"

Ling Xiaoxing, who was standing in front of the door, suddenly smiled, and after a while, his faint "no" sounded in the quiet corridor.

Although he didn't say it clearly, Yunyou still sensed that he had seen through his intention to cross the river and demolish the bridge, so he became ashamed and tried to persuade him to stay: "I really don't want to come in for a meeting? I can't finish eating so many takeaways..."

"No," Ling Xiaoxing turned around, "I'm sleepy, go to bed first."

"and many more!"

In desperation, Yunyou grabbed Ling Xiaoxing's arm to prevent him from leaving.

Ling Xiaoxing paused, first lowered his head and glanced at the hand holding his arm, then raised his gaze inch by inch, and fixed on Yunyou's face.

Yun You was inexplicably guilty, don't turn his head away from looking at him, he hesitated and said: "Come in and eat something, I really can't finish it."

Ling Xiaoxing didn't reply, and for a moment, Yunyou felt his hand holding Ling Xiaoxing's arm was taken off.

Yun You didn't know what was going on, and suddenly his heart was empty.

"No," Ling Xiaoxing said "No" for the third time since opening the door, and cast a deep glance at him, "Don't be seen."

After a long time, Yun You softly said "Ah", like a response, but also like a loss, and it drifted lightly in the wind.

Ling Xiaoxing couldn't stand it anymore. After thinking for a while, he couldn't bear to raise his hand, rubbed Yunyou's head, and coaxed softly, "I'm really not hungry. You should go to bed after eating, huh?"

"...Okay, go to bed early." Yun You waved at his back.

After seeing him disappear around the corner, Yunyou closed the door of the room.

He stood quietly looking at his toes, sighed, put the takeaway on the table, opened the plastic bag, and revealed a small paper bag.

Yunyou took it out strangely, opened it and found a bottle of medicated oil and a tube of ointment, which seemed to be used to treat muscle sprains and the like, and there was a post-it note inside the bag, with the precautions for applying the medicine written in a flying style.

It's Ling Xiaoxing's handwriting, his handwriting is so beautiful, it's unforgettable once you see it by accident.

Yunyou's conscience was suddenly whipped by morality.

He suppressed his conscience, ruthlessly put the paper bag aside, and went to unpack the takeaway below.

Unlike those takeaways that cost more than ten yuan and 20 yuan, the takeaway box that Ling Xiaoxing ordered for him was very beautifully packaged, with a bronzing restaurant logo printed on it, and even the tableware was made of textured bamboo chopsticks and wooden spoons. .

On a whim, Yun You took out his mobile phone and searched for this restaurant.

As a result, there is no such restaurant called Lingyun on Qiandu.

He opened Huang Tuan to search, but there was no such store.

Strange, what does Ling Xiao Xing call takeaway?Is it a street stall?

Yunyou thought secretly.

However, after picking up a piece of white and delicate fish fillet and putting it into his mouth, all the gluttons were hooked, and he immediately rejected the possibility of a street stall.

But the doubts in my heart still linger: How did Ling Xiaoxing get the takeaway from this store?Or at this late hour?

Look, he got you such a delicious meal at such a late hour, yet you ruthlessly turned him away! ! !

No matter whether Ling Xiaoxing has other plans or not, he shouldn't be so heartless towards Ling Xiaoxing.

Yunyou's conscience began to be whipped by morality again, the more he ate, the more guilty he felt, and finally he sighed deeply.

Make it up to him tomorrow.

Thinking of this, Yun You was immediately comforted by himself, suppressed his guilt, and ate the takeaway heartily.

******

At seven o'clock the next morning, Yunyou woke up.

It seemed as if dawn had dawned as soon as I closed my eyes, and I felt a little drowsy from not getting enough sleep.

He was still thinking about the train at ten o'clock in the morning, yawning and rubbing his messy hair, he managed to get up.

Putting on the slippers with his head down, he looked up and saw the unpacked lunch boxes on the table. What happened last night gradually came to light, and Ling Xiaoxing gave him the takeaway before leaving.

He suddenly got up with an indescribable annoyance, stepped on his slippers irritably, and dragged them to wash up.

At 07:30, there was a knock on his door, and it was Zhang Siqi: "Brother, do you want to help you pack your luggage?"

"No, just put away the takeaway box for me." Yunyou squatted on the ground to pack his luggage, raised his chin, and pointed to the takeaway box on the table not far away.

Zhang Siqi said "Oh" and obediently walked over to clean it up, but when he saw the packaging of the takeaway box, he suddenly said "Wow!"

Yun You "tsk": "Why are you so surprised?"

"Brother Yunyou, you can actually get takeaway from this store!!" Zhang Siqi said in shock.

Yunyou glanced at the takeaway packaging with "Aura" printed on it: "Do you know this restaurant?"

"Of course I know! Lingyun restaurant is very famous here!" Zhang Siqi is an authentic Haicheng native, excitedly said, "It has been open for seven or eight years, but it only serves private dishes. Quota, regardless of whether you have money or not, you have to grab the quota according to the regulations, and it is said that the appointment has been opened until next year!"

While talking, Zhang Siqi added: "As for takeaway? It's hard to find a dine-in restaurant, and takeaway is even more difficult to even think about. It's absolutely impossible."

Yunyou paused while folding his clothes, as if he was thinking about something.

"Brother Yunyou, how on earth did you get the takeaway from this restaurant?" Zhang Siqi asked, begging, "Do you have a secret method? Teach me, I have been thinking about going to Lingyun for a meal And work hard!!"

Yunyou's heart was in a mess, and he said perfunctorily, "Okay, okay, I will take you there next time I have a chance."

"Really! Brother Yunyou, I love you!!!" Zhang Siqi cheered, and ran up and down to continue cleaning up his mess.

After buckling the suitcase with two clicks, Yunyou stood up, slowly moved behind Zhang Siqi, and stretched out a hand silently.

Zhang Siqi was still humming a song and cleaning the table without knowing it. When he hummed to get excited, his butt was suddenly slapped gently.

Zhang Siqi was taken aback, and turned around in astonishment to see Yunyou behind him.

"Brother, why are you spanking my ass?" Zhang Siqi asked in confusion.

"I spanked you, how do you feel?" Yunyou asked.

"Just... doesn't it hurt?"

"No other feelings? For example, feeling humiliated from the heart?" Yun You asked.

"No." Zhang Siqi scratched his head. "When we were in school, classmates often fought like this. It was much heavier than this...Of course, it was between boys."

In Yunyou's meaningful eyes, he hastily added.

Is this often the case among classmates?

Yunyou thought for a moment.

"Okay, I understand." Yun You said suddenly.

Zhang Siqi said "ah?", "What do you understand?"

"It's nothing." Yun You floated away with a deep expression.

It turned out that he was too sensitive.

Ling Xiaoxing was just playing around with him. In fact, it's normal for boys to do this. Yunyou's classmates in his previous life were very indifferent, and they were basically alone. They only made a few friends after entering society. At that age, I would not make such childish jokes.

After figuring out the problem, Yunyou suddenly became refreshed. He strode out of the room with the box in his hands, followed by Xiao Zhang who kept calling "Brother Yunyou, wait for me".

Dou Qin breathed heavily, standing weakly in front of the elevator, next to Ling Xiaoxing frequently looking at his watch.

He estimated that Yunyou was about to leave the house, but why hasn't he come yet?

Do you want to go to his room to see?

Thinking of Yunyou's eagerness to close the door last night, he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.

...forget it.

Ling Xiaoxing pressed the down button of the elevator.

Dou Qin stopped yawning halfway: "Brother Ling, are you waiting?"

"Well," Ling Xiaoxing said sadly, "Wait..."

"Snapped."

Suddenly, there was a soft slapping of skin and flesh.

Ling Xiaoxing turned his head abruptly, and saw Yun You standing behind him.

Yun You calmly raised the hand that spanked his buttocks and waved it, as if he had patted a watermelon to make sure it was ripe: "Morning, Brother Ling."

Zhang Siqi: "..."

Ling Xiaoxing: "..."

Dou Qin: "..."

What did Yunyou just do...? ? ?