No one really thinks it's hard to be a stand-in, right?

Ji Mian didn't know what to answer him.

I had no choice but to send a voice over, silently: "Fu Chenyu, you have changed."

Fu Chenyu came back lazily: "Do you like it more?"

Ji Mian said loudly, "I've become shameless."

Fu Chenyu was not angry either: "It's okay. Between two people, there must always be someone who is shameless."

Fu Chenyu said slowly: "Otherwise, how can we fall in love?"

Ji Mian: ...

He swiped across the wechat chat box, and the class group discussion in the experimental class of the third year of senior high school was in full swing.

There is no class teacher in this group, only classmates, so the discussion is all about KTV singing.

There are also a few Aite Jimian, call him the song god of Zhennan Middle School.

The soiled Ji Mian really didn't want to reply.

Ji Mian made a fuss, and sent a puzzled emoji.

Seeing him coming out, the crowd started to coax Fu Chenyu again, telling Shou Xing not to be so cold and cold, and come out to make a fuss.

But they didn't dare to boo too much, after all, Fu Chenyu looked a bit difficult to provoke, and it was because of Gao Leng.

Later, the topic in the group changed from KTV singing to the latest game, and I posted a few screenshots of the game, which is a keyboard online game that is very popular recently.

Ji Mian took a look, lost interest, and returned to the chat interface with Fu Chenyu.

Although he had just separated from Fu Chenyu, he had to admit a fact.

He kind of wanted to see Fu Chenyu very much.

It would be great if we could be together all the time, ah...why isn't school starting yet?

There are twelve useless extra hours in Ji Mian's life.

Whether it is writing test papers or watching TV, I can't pass the time, so I just wash up early and lie on the bed.

Ji Mian struggled for a while, but still didn't have the nerve to chat with Fu Chenyu.

After all, the relationship has just been confirmed, and to be honest, Ji Mian doesn't even know how to chat with Fu Chenyu.

When he was bored, he remembered the little movie Song Wenqi sent him.

How about... strike while the iron is hot, choose the day rather than hit the sun, just, look?

Ji Mian hurriedly jumped out of bed, stuck to the door and listened for a while, after confirming that there was no one at home, she locked the door with a "click".

Then he wrapped himself in the quilt with lightning speed, it was still a bit hot in September, Ji Mian turned on the air conditioner, and the room was chilly.

Even so, his hands were still sweating.

I've seen it before, but never really looked at it.

Moreover, what Song Wenqi sent this time was an hour-long teaching video!

……

Thirty-five minutes later, under the blanket, Ji Mian's pale face was reflected on the screen of his mobile phone.

The ambiguous movement was still playing in the video, but his nerves had already been hollowed out.

He numbly turned off the video and lay back under the blanket.

Then, Sui Sui Nian comforted herself.

This kind of thing... shouldn't happen too soon.

The boss doesn't seem to be such a lustful person, yes, that's right.

I'm just a high school student.

Fu Chenyu was waiting for him downstairs in his house just like every day before.

While Ji Mian was brushing his teeth, the other party's WeChat message came, asking when he would be coming down.

The speed of the boy brushing his teeth slowed down a bit, and some indescribable images flashed in his mind uncontrollably, and then... his face turned red early in the morning.

Ji Mian spat out the foam and washed her face vigorously, so that the heat on her face disappeared.

After rinsing her mouth and washing her face, Ji Mian opened the cabinet, originally planning to wear a short-sleeved shirt directly under her school uniform as usual.

If it is winter, then wear a autumn coat inside.

But today, his hands paused, hesitating among the short sleeves of the shirt in the closet.

In the end, Ji Mian picked out the latest short-sleeved shirt he bought and was the most satisfied. After putting it on, he felt a little speechless: Once the school uniform was pulled, he couldn't see anything. Why does it look so good-looking.

When he went downstairs, he lingered in front of the mirror for a long time.

Comb the bangs to the left for a while, and comb the bangs to the right for a while, no matter how you fiddle with it, you are not satisfied.

As a result, when he went downstairs, when the autumn wind blew, his hairstyle was all in vain.

It's just changing from a friend of the boss to a boyfriend, nothing to be nervous about!

Ji Mian cheered himself up with a beating heart, and when he looked up, he saw Fu Chenyu: "Have you had breakfast?"

Fu Chenyu took the schoolbag for him: "Eat at home."

"My schoolbag is not heavy. I didn't put a few books in it." Ji Mian wanted to take it by himself.

"Then how can I show?" Fu Chenyu raised his eyebrows: "Otherwise, my boyfriend is too insignificant."

In one sentence, Ji Mian was reminded again.

The two of them are no longer a pure friendship, but have become another kind of "dirty" relationship between men and women.

Thinking of the little video he watched last night, Ji Mian felt that he was the only one who was "dirty", and he didn't know if the boss had watched this video...

Out of curiosity, Ji Mian actually wanted to ask, but when he thought of Fu Chenyu's "shameless" attitude towards him, he was afraid that after he finished asking, the two of them would be in bed the next second.

He was thinking wildly, but he didn't notice that Fu Chenyu had already held his hand.

Ji Mian was surprised for a moment, restraining the feeling of wanting to pull out her hand, and said embarrassedly: "I haven't left the community yet. What if I bump into my mother?"

"I will be responsible for you." Fu Chenyu nodded seriously.

Ji Mian was speechless, thought for a while, and said cautiously: "Just lead to the school gate, I'm afraid that Lao Wu will find out."

Old Wu is the director of their political and educational department.

A very strict and old-fashioned teacher, who teaches mathematics, is on duty at the school gate every Monday.

Holding a triangular ruler in his hand, one can tell that adults are in pain at a glance, and the students all respect him at a distance.

Fu Chenyu saw that Ji Mian's sneaky look was quite interesting, so he followed his advice.

The two of them usually have a good relationship, and even if they are in a relationship now, the classmates in the class don't find it strange.

After lunch, Teacher Gu, who teaches physics, found Fu Chenyu with a notice and asked him to come to the office after class.

When he came back after a while, Ji Mian asked him what was wrong, and Fu Chenyu said to go to the competition.

Ji Mian vaguely remembered that Fu Chenyu had participated in a competition when he was a sophomore in high school, and he had a relationship with him in two ways. Ji Mian was better at chemistry, and he had won several prestigious awards in the province, which was helpful for the college entrance examination.

Fu Chenyu's physics competition has reached the level of the national competition. Teacher Gu attaches great importance to this competition and specially applied for a one-week sprint time with the school.

After school started, it deviated a bit from Fu Chenyu's expected love life.

No, not a little bit, very off.

Snowflake-like test papers and high-intensity class scheduling, the squeezed students are gone.

Let alone the experimental class of Zhennan Middle School, the head teacher wished they could come out to study 48 hours a day.

Every night when he returned to the dormitory, Ji Mian was so tired that he didn't want to say a word, and just fell asleep.

Fu Chenyu wanted to do something extraordinary to him, seeing Ji Mian's tired expression and slightly darkened eye circles from not sleeping well, he couldn't bear it either.

Until one day, the dormitory finally had enough of this oppressive atmosphere and broke out.

One of the roommates slammed it on the table and cried, "I don't want to write anymore, I'm about to collapse, don't tell me that I have to study at this intensity for the whole third year of high school, I'm really going to die!"

Ji Mian is actually very tired from writing, but after all, he has to live a lifetime longer than others—but as he grows up, the past life is like a dream. If it weren't for the existence of that piece of paper, Ji Mian might have died. Forget all about it—it's better to be able to bear these boring studies.

Consolation: "It's just over 100 days, and it will pass after a while."

The roommate wailed loudly: "I can't hold on anymore. I don't even have time for the stove!"

Ji Mian: ...

Do you still do this kind of thing in the dormitory?

The roommate cried heart-rendingly and vented: "My girlfriend and I broke up because of this."

The more my roommate thought about it, the more sad she became: "Do you know why he broke up with me? She said that I was in a long-distance relationship with her, that I was busy and didn't have time to play together, fart! Our high school is just across the street!"

Ji Mian has no way to comfort her: ...

The roommate whimpered and wiped away tears: "She just thinks I'm small! I told her not to read any novels or neon movies. There are men in it—is that normal level! Isn't that a lie? person!"

Ji Mian turned her head silently, expressing that she didn't want to hear any more.

The roommate broke down and said: "I don't believe that a high school boy's penis can be [-] centimeters!"

Ji Mian hesitated to speak, the roommate shook another roommate's shoulder, then hugged him and cried bitterly: "Say it! Tell me! Are you [-] centimeters tall!"

The second roommate's face flushed red: "You are poisonous! Why should I tell you this!"

Roommate [-]: "Oh, that is not."

The second roommate went crazy: "I beat you!!"

Roommate [-] finished torturing Roommate [-], and turned to look at Ji Mian resentfully: "Tell me, Ji Mian, do you have any?"

Ji Mian: ...

Even if there is no such thing, you won't say it directly, okay? Men don't want to lose face.

The roommate asked, "Then, does Brother Fu have any?"

Ji Mian: "How would I know!"

He suddenly covered his face with the test paper: "You are poisonous, why are you asking me?"

In fact, it was entirely because of Ji Mian's good relationship with Fu Chenyu that his roommate asked him.

But Ji Mian himself was a guilty conscience, thinking that it was his roommate who saw the improper relationship between him and Fu Chenyu as classmates, and his heart was pounding with fright.

Ji Mian lowered her voice: "Keep your voice down, wake up Fu Chenyu later."

The roommate was puzzled: "He sleeps with headphones on. Ji Mian, you are so kind to Brother Fu. If you were a girl, you would even have Brother Fu's children now, right?"

Ji Mian was furious at what he said: "Do you want to be beaten?"

Roommate [-] wisely changed the topic: "No, I am. I feel that the world is too unfair. Some people burn the lamp to read at night, and some go to bed at nine o'clock. Brother Fu is [-] points higher than me in the college entrance examination."

Ji Mian defended: "He worked very hard. He was too tired today, so he went to bed early."

Roommate [-] went away crying again.

After being made such a fuss by him, the tense and depressing study atmosphere suddenly relaxed a lot.

Ji Mian glanced at the time and it was 12:30 in the morning, his eyelids were fighting up and down, and he was sore from staying up late.

After the lights in the dormitory were turned off, he crawled slowly to the bed, so he was very careful not to wake Fu Chenyu up.

After Ji Mian lay down, he went to see if Fu Chenyu was wearing earphones. Sometimes he could remember that Fu Chenyu's earphones would be taken off, otherwise he would wake himself up the next day with the earphones wrapped around his neck.

As soon as he took off the earphone in Fu Chenyu's left ear, the boy opened his eyes in the darkness.

Ji Mian paused and whispered, "Are you awake?"

Fu Chenyu's meanness came up again: "Speaking so loudly, it's difficult for me to fall asleep."

Ji Mian said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry. It's rare for you to rest. Otherwise, you can continue to sleep now."

Fu Chenyu: "I can't sleep now."

Ji Mian thought, being woken up in the middle of the night, it is very easy to fall asleep.

He: "Would you like to play some nursery rhymes? Isn't there that kind of sleep aid song?"

Fu Chenyu rolled his eyelids: "I don't want to hear it."

Ji Mian racked her brains: "Then, what should I do. Are you closing your eyes and counting the dumplings?"

Fu Chenyu propped up his body, there was a lot of movement on the bed, Ji Mian looked up at him, Fu Chenyu's laughter seemed to come from his chest, a little stuffy: "My boyfriend can't sleep, so you came up with these?"

In the night, Ji Mian blushed: "Then what else is there?"

Fu Chenyu took a picture of the position beside him: "Come and sleep together?"

Ji Mian tried her best to reason: "Don't force others to make things difficult for you... how can a bed in the dormitory sleep two people!"

Fu Chenyu: "How do you know if you don't try?"

As he said, he was eager to try, and really wanted to climb onto Ji Mian's bed.

Ji Mian was taken aback by him, and quickly pushed Fu Chenyu's heart: "Wait, Fu Chenyu, don't—I'll come over."

Fu Chenyu sat on his bed leisurely, Ji Mian tried not to make any movement, and then climbed over a low railing.

He lowered his voice: "You whisper..."

In the next second, Ji Mian felt that he was being pulled by a force.

The world was spinning, Ji Mian couldn't see anything clearly in the dark, only felt a warm breath hitting his face, Fu Chenyu pressed him, and stuck to him tightly.

The boy's body was hot and fiery, and the thin pajamas could hardly cover it up.

"What's the matter?" The roommate was woken up: "Ji Mian?"

Ji Mian's head was in a daze, and when he heard the voice of his roommate, he was shocked: "It's okay!"

Roommate [-] said, "Are you all right? I heard a lot of noise on your bed, and thought you fell down."

Ji Mian opened his eyes wide, and he could see the outline of Fu Chenyu in the dark, his eyelashes were drooping, trembling slightly: "It's okay, I just move my body."

The roommate didn't continue to ask, rubbed his eyes and continued to sleep.

Ji Mian was nervous, and said in a low voice, "Fu Chenyu, what are you doing?"

Fu Chenyu paused for a long time, and asked, "Do you want to hear a one-word or two-word answer?"

Ji Mian realized what it was, and his body was cooked immediately, pushing him: "Don't press me."

Then, he shut his mouth tightly and refused to say a word.

Fu Chenyu paused for a moment: "Didn't you just say it very happily, so don't say it now?"

Ji Mian: "What did I say..."

Fu Chenyu spoke in a strange way: "The kind of discussion with others?"

Ji Mian: ...

Fu Chenyu grabbed Ji Mian's arm, pressed him down, and said lazily: "If you want to know the size of your boyfriend, you don't need to ask others."

"You can try it yourself."

Ji Mian seemed to be able to hear her own heartbeat, it was deafening.

He thought, since they are all men, they can't always be bullied and molested by Fu Chenyu, right?

Maybe he has read more teaching materials than Fu Chenyu?

Ji Mian's Adam's apple twitched, and he mustered up the courage to say, "I'll let you try, do you dare?"

Fu Chenyu probably didn't expect Ji Mian's answer, he was taken aback for a moment, then buried his head in his shoulder and laughed: "Don't dare."

Ji Mian breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of revenge, and was about to say something.

Fu Chenyu raised his head innocently: "The main reason is that I'm afraid you won't be able to get up tomorrow."

Ji Mian was speechless for a while, and looked up to have a debate match with Fu Chenyu, but bumped into his eyes thicker than the night.

His heart beat heavily, as if he realized what was going to happen, but his gaze was fixed on Fu Chenyu's, and no one moved away.

Fu Chenyu's back moved, and a piece of the thin quilt got stuck and slipped down his back.

Ji Mian closed her eyes, as if it was some kind of signal.

Fu Chenyu's slightly cool lips pressed against his.