Frank and strict

In the dream, there was what He Lang said to him last night, as well as the photo of the abs sent by the other party during the day.

Yang Juan quietly climbed out of bed to wash his underwear in the bathroom, and then quietly left the underwear to dry on the balcony.

He has never been in a relationship since he was a child, and it seems that all people who have never been in a relationship will automatically assume that their sexual orientation is the opposite sex.

His tall and handsome roommate was like this when he was an undergraduate, and so was Yang Juan himself.

So he always thought he liked girls.

But now it seems that this is not the case.

Yang Juan suspects that he has fallen in love with the online dating partner in the game. Like his undergraduate roommate, he may have become a homosexual.

In the laboratory all morning, he was thinking about the possibility of this conclusion, and even the simple observation experiment made mistakes in the steps.

When he came out of the experimental building at night, after repeated deliberation and hesitation, Yang Juan finally made a bold decision.

He decided to meet He Lang at the comic exhibition.

Maybe love through the network cable is unrealistic, and the sound of heartbeat through the network cable is also unrealistic, so as long as you see yourself, all your doubts will be solved.

Such a decision is completely contrary to his personality since he was a child, and it may also be his most daring behavior in the past twenty years.

Such a self, even Yang Juan himself would feel a little strange.

But he didn't hate such a change, and even before he lay in bed every night, he would feel a little nervous and expectant.

As a result, the frequency of his dreams of He Lang became very high these days.

In every dream, he meets each other in reality in different ways.

But in most of the dreams, he was hiding in the corner where people come and go, and He Lang didn't know and didn't recognize him. He walked past him with a distant and indifferent expression, and never looked back at him. glance.

Just like what happened in the dream, Yang Juan planned to go to the manga exhibition quietly with his original appearance.

A week passed quickly, and the weekend of offline gatherings finally arrived before we knew it.

People in the gang learned that he couldn't go because of something, and expressed regret in their words, but the offline party would not be canceled because of this.

The night before Saturday, the partygoers made an appointment to meet in front of Shengge's booth at Comic-Con on Saturday morning.

Let's go to the comic exhibition first, have a meal together at noon, and then go to the escape room in the afternoon.

This arrangement was unanimously approved by all.

Since both He Lang and Shao Ye would be there, there were too many people who wanted to see the lineup of the two, so the number of applicants was summed up, and there were twenty or thirty people.

Although Zhuo Lan didn't have much time to play tuba, she also received an invitation from her first love to choose me, my super sweet.

Naturally, he made excuses to reject it, and at the end he asked Yang Juan a little worriedly: "You won't go either, right?"

After Yang Juan hesitated, he still chose to lie: "No."

Zhuo Lan no longer cared about everyone's progress.

On Saturday morning, the QQ group of the gang was extremely lively, some were people who were going to the comic exhibition, and some people were waiting for people from the offline base to send them photos.

Yang Juan hung on QQ incognito, silently watching the fast-moving news in the group.

Before going out, he changed into a printed white T-shirt and light blue jeans, then pulled out his baseball cap and mask and put them on.

When he finally put on the glasses, he obviously picked up the frame glasses, but for some reason, he still put them down and replaced them with contact lenses.

After making all the preparations, Yang Juan took his mobile phone and went out.

When he got outside the gate of the Manga Exhibition Hall, he realized that he still had to queue up to buy tickets on the spot.

And the line is not short, it has been lined up from the square at the entrance of the guild hall to the sidewalk after the corner outside the square.

Most of the people in the queue were cosplayers in different styles, and there were quite a few people wearing masks to protect them from the sun. Yang Juan was dressed in a hat and a mask, and standing at the end of the line was not obtrusive.

The scorching sun at the end of July scorched the earth, and the air was dry and scorching hot. After rowing for less than 10 minutes, Yang Juan was so hot that he was sweating a little.

The line ahead was still endlessly long, and the cosplayers in the front and back were all holding fans or small fans, but Yang Juan had nothing in his hand, and he didn't even buy water.

There was too much traffic around, and even Yang Juan's mobile phone signal became poor.

The new news in the group can't be posted for a long time.

Seeing a convenience store across the road, he couldn't help but turn his head, slightly raised the brim of his hat, and said embarrassedly to the girl behind him, "Can I go out and buy a bottle of water before returning to this seat?"

The girl in the lo skirt smiled brightly, "Then I'll guard it for you."

Yang Juan thanked her and left the line to buy water at the convenience store opposite.

After buying water, there was a long line of people at the end of the line. Yang Juan walked from the back to the front, struggling to recall the pattern on the girl's skirt.

Finally found each other around the corner.

His eyes lit up, and he walked over to where the other party was.

The sidewalk is neither wide nor narrow, and half of the space is occupied by people queuing up. Occasionally, some people ride electric bicycles on the road to save trouble.

Yang Juan walked across, without noticing the electric car driving towards him on the right.

Seeing that the car was about to hit someone, the middle-aged man on the bike shouted anxiously: "Get out of the way!"

Yang Juan froze on the spot, turning his head dullly to look at the source of the sound——

Someone grabbed him from behind.

Yang Juan was pulled so that he turned around unsteadily, and slammed into the arms of the person behind him. The brim of his hat hit the neck of the person behind him, and he was knocked a little crooked.

The middle-aged man passed him by on an electric bicycle without any risk.

Yang Juan took two steps back subconsciously, straightened the brim of his hat, and looked up at the person in front of him who was much taller than him.

The other party suddenly spoke, his voice was deep and magnetic, with a bit of casualness: "Be careful when you walk."

Yang Juan stopped raising his head suddenly, and his body tensed up involuntarily.

Covered by the brim of his hat and his height, he lowered his eyes to look at the ground.

The other party was wearing clean sneakers and casual trousers. His two legs wrapped in the trousers were straight and long. The hand that pulled him was hanging casually by his side, and he wore a mechanical watch on his wrist.

He blinked embarrassingly, not daring to take a closer look, and lowered his head to thank: "Thank you."

After finishing speaking, he buried his head and walked into the team.

The moment he turned around, his wrist was tightly clasped in mid-air.

He raised his head in a panic, looked up along the hand that was holding him, and saw the familiar mechanical watch again.

Because he doesn't like sports all the year round, Yang Juan's skin is fairer than ordinary boys.

The person who grabbed his hand was obviously the opposite. Not only was he good at all kinds of sports, but the skin color on his arms was also a healthy light wheat color.

His forearm was as strong and powerful as he had seen in the video before, exuding the flavor that a grown man should have from the inside out.

And the slender fingers that were once used to hold the pen are now directly grasping his wrist, just enough to completely wrap his wrist.

The strange, hot body temperature spread from the opponent's wide palm to the surface of his own skin, and finally penetrated silently, following his restless blood to the ventricle.

Yang Juan's heart skipped a beat.

You—" said his captor.

The heart was about to jump out of his throat, Yang Juan lowered his eyes in panic, and his breathing became a little blocked.

The other party paused and raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Sweet girl?"