The whole Internet is black, I was chased and killed by my ex

It took a while for Lin Siji to come back to his senses.

The tip of the nose is soft to the touch, the scarf is wrapped in the coldness of the north wind, and also hides a bit of winter sunshine.

Yang Yan restrained his expression consciously.But the smile still lingered on the corners of his eyes and brows, and he could easily catch it with a little attention.

Lin Siji moved his lips, and he gently pulled up the corner of the scarf, his words were strange and unbelievable: "You came so early, just to give this?"

"Not at all."

The negative answer given by Yang Yan made Lin Siji's heart hang slightly.

Yang Yan lowered his head, stretched his arm into the bag and scratched it twice, and took out a slender orange tube.

He handed it to Lin Siji: "And this."

"What is this?" Lin Siji took it.

The small tube is about two fingers thick, the skin is made of metal, and the overall feeling is cold to the touch. Only a few places touched by Yang Yan have some residual warmth from fingers.

Lin Siji turned the small tube over in his hand, revealing the surface with words, and whispered the words: "Vitamin C effervescent tablets..."

Yang Yan said: "Last time, there was none in the pharmacy. It happened that there was one bottle left in the dormitory, so I brought it along."

Lin Siji blinked: "But I've recovered from my cold."

"No." Yang Yan ruthlessly denied, "Your voice is hoarse."

"..." Lin Siji had no choice but to pull down the scarf, exposing his mouth and nose, "It's stuffy... and I've already stocked up on a lot of cold medicine."

"Those medicines are too bitter." Yang Yan wrinkled his nose, "This one is better, it can be used as a sports drink when you are not sick."

Lin Siji wanted to laugh a little.

He thought it was normal for medicine to be bitter, but the ancients said that good medicine is bitter...

What's more, there are no adults who would refuse to take medicine because they don't like the bitter taste. Doesn't this kind of situation usually only happen to children...

Lin Siji thought,

Yang Yan's worry was a bit unnecessary...

But very cute.

And when Lin Siji looked at Yang Yan with a serious expression, he suddenly had an epiphany.

If there is really a person who pours medicine down the toilet because of fear of suffering, then this person must stand in front of him.

So Lin Siji wanted to laugh even more.

The irritability that lasted for two or three days was swept away, the dangling heart fell steadily, and a layer of warm cotton was covered intimately.

Lin Siji coughed lightly, suppressed his smile, and said, "Okay, I'll drink it well."

"But—" Yang Yan spoke again.

Not a while after the heart landed, it suddenly got out of the warehouse, shook off the cotton wool, and hung it up again.

Lin Siji calmly sighed in his heart, wondering when did this little ancestor who took the straight ball learn to twist and turn, deliberately torturing this patient himself, as if he would not give up until he got tired physically and mentally.

"But the orange-flavored effervescent tablets are more sour... the peach flavor is better." Yang Yan said.

Lin Siji bowed his head, holding the effervescent tablet in his hand. Not only could the taste be seen from the three characters "Orange Flavor" written on the side of the package, but even the orange-yellow color itself gave customers an intuitive hint.

Oh, so Yang Yan is not only afraid of suffering, but also hates acid.

Lin Siji thought.

If it were any other adult, he would discuss the ups and downs of medicine so seriously in front of him.Even if he could laugh and perfunctory with him, he would probably laugh in his heart, saying childishly.

But when it comes to Yang Yan, this picky dislike of the taste of drugs is extraordinarily vivid and lovely.

Yang Yan calmly said that the medicine was too bitter to take, and that oranges were sourer than peaches, and he was seriously worried that Lin Siji, like him, could not get used to these things...

Lin Siji couldn't help but laugh.

The heart that flew out made a circle in boredom, and then slowly fell down again, pulling the cotton wool and tying itself up.

How can there be such a lovely person.

Lin Siji thought strangely.

It's so cute that he just admits it.

Lin Siji thought,

If Yang Yan now wants a script to participate in Wang Shusheng's casting.

I am afraid that I will be able to take out all the stocks that have been in stock for more than [-] years from childhood to adulthood in a daze, put them around like a street stall, and say to people, come and pick whatever you want, and take whichever you like...

Lin Siji calmly took several breaths of air-conditioning, and barely restrained the urge to go forward and knead Yang Yan's face that was twisted because of the association of sour taste.

There is a saying that goes well, when you are full and think of lust, you must measure every inch you have.

Lin Siji was spoiled by Yang Yan's cuteness. Not only was he no longer autistic, but even his teasing nature in his bones was ready to move again.

With a mentality that was half probing and half teasing, Lin Siji put on a straight face, pretending to be distressed: "But I hate sour, I can't drink sour things, what should I do."

Yang Yan was stunned for a moment, although he reminded of the characteristics of orange-flavored effervescent tablets, he obviously did not expect that Lin Siji, who has always shown himself to be mature and steady, would actually refuse the medicine because he hated a certain taste.

Yang Yan thought about it, and gave a difficult solution: "There is still half a tube of peach flavor in the dormitory, I will..."

"No need." Lin Siji couldn't help laughing seeing him seriously thinking.He laughed and said, "Just kidding, a little sour is good, I just like sour."

Lin Siji laughed heartily, Yang Yan came back to his senses and knew that he had been teased by him.

So he suddenly changed his face, and said expressionlessly: "Since I like it so much, how about buying a box of lemons online next time?"

"Then don't waste money." Lin Siji smiled and waved his hands, "It's not to the extent of self-torture."

Yang Yan snorted coldly.

He glanced at the time, and it was almost time for the morning classes. Although he had the habit of skipping classes and sleeping in late, now that he was out of bed, he didn't go to class, and people would deduct credits. There would always be a subtle feeling of being at a disadvantage.

...and he reluctantly agreed to help him sign in under the begging of Liangtao Guikulanghao.

If you're so afraid of losing your usual score, then go by yourself.

Thinking of Liang Tao, Yang Yan felt slanderous.

He greeted Lin Siji: "Leave the bag to you, I'm off to class, see you later."

He waved goodbye to Lin Siji, took two steps, and was stopped by Lin Siji again.

"Yang Yan."

Yang Yan turned around: "What?"

The smile on Lin Siji's face did not fade away, the light in his eyes shone through the lens and scattered on Yang Yan.

He said: "Director Wang Shusheng's casting, let's cooperate."

Liang Tao didn't go to class all morning, and only sent a message during lunch time, asking Yang Yan to help bring the meal.

Yang Yan glanced at the message and sneered, thinking that it would not be too much to say that he is the reincarnation of a lazy god.

But Yang Yan still did his best to help Liang Tao get a meal.

When Yang Yan returned to the dormitory, Liang Tao was still on the bed.

Yang Yan raised his head and asked affirmatively, "You didn't come down all morning."

"Almost." Liang Tao yawned, "The bed is too warm, only fools go down to the cold."

Yang Yan: ...

Yang Yan: Who are you scolding?

Fool Yang Yan stood below, and asked angrily: "Where do you put the rice, and throw it on the bed for you?"

"That's not necessary." Liang Tao said, "Put it on the table, thank you!"

Liang Tao got out of bed, washed slowly, sat down at the table, and began to eat.

Yang Yan was about to go to bed for a lunch break, but suddenly remembered something and asked, "Have you signed up for the casting of director Wang Shusheng?"

"No." Liang Tao said vaguely, "I didn't intend to participate."

"..." Yang Yan said, "This opportunity is rare."

"It's rare, it's really rare, and wasting effort is really wasting effort." Liang Tao buried his head in hard work, "Didn't you just choose one of the leading actors? And you have to bring your own script. Where can I find the script?"

"It's really not possible, you can play Wu Song fighting the tiger." Yang Yan suggested sincerely.

"Huo." Liang Tao said, "Where did the tiger come from?"

Yang Yan said, "There is nothing real."

Liang Tao said, "Forget it, I don't want to be the next hot topic on campus."

Yang Yan asked: "Who was the last one?"

Liang Tao burped: "The legend of you and Lin Siji's elopement on a snowy night is very romantic, very hot, and very cyberpunk."

Yang Yan: ...

Yang Yan: "Is this how cyberpunk is used?"

Liang Tao: "I don't know, I just want to rhyme."

Yang Yan: "Are you going to transfer to the rap department?"

Liangtao was excited: "Has Nanyi developed this department?"

Yang Yan calmly said, "No."

Liang Tao: ...

Liang Tao: "Okay."

He bowed his head and took another two mouthfuls of rice. There were rustling sounds behind him, and Yang Yan went to bed.

"Are you going to participate in the casting? Who will you work with?" Liang Tao asked.

"Yes." Yang Yan said, "with Lin Siji."

"Niu, Yan cub! Join hands with Lin Siji." Liang Tao waved his chopsticks twice, shouting excitedly, "That role is in your pocket, isn't it?"

Yang Yan looked at him shaking his hands like a god, and commented indifferently: "You put the rice shake in the bag."

"Gan!"

Liang Tao was in a hurry to deal with the mess, and Yang Yan silently closed the bed curtain.

He turned on his phone, and during Moyao's second class, Lin Siji sent him two scripts, which he hadn't had time to read.

Lin Siji [I am more satisfied with these two scripts, which one do you like]

Yang Yan clicked on it, and roughly scanned the content of the two scripts.

The content of the two scripts is very different. The first one tells the story of a boxer who is forced to fight underground in order to collect medical expenses for his sick daughter.

The second one involves a niche subject matter. It is a story about a talented ballet dancer who refuses to stand in line when he is involved in a capital struggle, is plotted against by someone with a heart, and finally loses his reputation.

Yang Yan first read the two scripts at a glance, and then carefully read a few fragments that were marked by Lin Siji.

He exited the reading interface and let out a long breath.

Little Flame [I like the second one]

Lin Siji responded to the message almost instantly.

Lin Siji【Okay, let's choose the first one】

Little Flame […]

Little Flame【? 】