Frank and strict

After Shao Ye appeared, he told him that Liao Changan would come over in about half an hour.After hearing what he said, He Lang didn't want to stay for a long time, so he pulled Yang Juan to get up and leave.Shao Ye himself wanted to go back to school, so he simply left with He Lang and the others.

After taking the elevator down to the parking lot, he stretched out his hand to hook He Lang's shoulder, deliberately lagging behind with He Lang, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter with you? Are you not angry anymore?"

He Lang replied with mixed feelings: "He explained it."

Shao Ye raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Do you believe what he said?"

"Why don't you believe it?" He Lang asked back with his usual expression.

Shao Ye sized him up with an indescribable look, and finally asked worriedly, "Did you get tricked by him?"

He Langdeng showed annoyance on his face, and mocked him in a cool tone: "I think you're the one who lost your mind after drinking."

Shao Ye was very clear-headed. Seeing that he didn't seem to want to say more, he changed the way of asking: "Then tell me, how did he explain it to you?"

He Lang heard this and turned to look at him.It was only then that I remembered that Shao Ye was still unaware of some things.Thinking of this, he narrowed his eyes happily, "Are you sure you want to listen?"

Being stared at by him made his back hairy, Shao Ye tried his best to ignore this feeling, nodded his head as a matter of course, and said, "Why didn't I listen?"

He Lang patted him on the shoulder in a good mood, "The fact that he lied to me really has to be traced to the root cause. The problem still lies with you."

Shao Ye was a little confused by what he said, and couldn't help pointing at himself, "Me?"

"You haven't forgotten your ex, right?" He Lang asked.

"Which ex?" Shao Ye, who had too many exes, looked slightly troubled, "Is that the primary school girl from the Academy of Fine Arts?"

"The ex in the game." He Lang snorted lightly.

"Yang Liusier." Shao Ye nodded thoughtfully.

He Lang looked at him meaningfully, "Yang Liusi'er suspects that you are flirting everywhere, and wants to collect evidence and write 818 to hang you, so that the female number of the wool roll can approach your trumpet." He added as if watching the excitement, "The two of them are real roommates in reality."

Shao Ye: "..."

"Yang Liusi'er is also a man?" He asked in disbelief.

He Lang raised his eyebrows and smiled past him, striding forward without answering his words.

After about two or three seconds of silence behind him, Shao Ye's cursing voice suddenly broke out, echoing throughout the huge parking lot.The smile on He Lang's face widened, and he immediately felt happy and at ease physically and mentally.

On the way back to school, Shao Ye had been digesting the truth of this sudden discovery.After being interrupted by this incident, he also forgot to find an opportunity to ask He Lang what kind of relationship he has with Yang Juan now.

He Lang's car was always parked in the parking lot of the school library, and it happened to pass by the laboratory building of Yang Juan College on the way. Yang Juan got off the car at the side of the road and went directly to the laboratory building.

The remaining two followed He Lang to the library.It's just that today seems to be unlucky. He Lang drove around the parking lot and couldn't find an empty parking space.Sitting in the back row, the fourth child casually reminded: "Didn't the parking space be marked in front of the laboratory building where Yang Juan got off the car just now? Anyway, it's not far from the library, so you might as well just park there."

He Lang didn't say anything, turned the car around and drove back along the road, finally parked the car in the empty parking space in front of the experimental building, and the three of them got out of the car and walked back to the dormitory.After returning home, he found that Old Zhao was in the dormitory. He Lang grabbed him and cleaned up the table and bed. After checking himself, he let him go.

Since Yang Juan came to their dormitory last time, every time Lao Zhao returned to the dormitory, He Lang would definitely grab him to clean the dormitory.

In the evening, he and the fourth child went swimming in the swimming pool, and when they came out of the pool around ten o'clock, He Lang suddenly remembered that the things he took from his big friend at noon were left in the trunk of the car and he didn't take them. The bag was thrown to the fourth child, and he walked to the place where he parked during the day to get it.

At this time, the library was closed, and the students in evening classes had all returned to their dormitories.There were few figures on the road, and He Lang walked to the front of the laboratory building to get his things. When he closed the trunk and was about to leave, he couldn't help but glanced upstairs.

The whole building was pitch black, except for the row of rooms on the sixth floor, the leftmost laboratory, where the lights were still on.He Lang paused slightly, knowing that although it was unlikely, he did not leave for a long time.

Just at this time, someone pushed open the door and walked out of the laboratory building. He Lang fixed on the slowly closing door out of the corner of his eye, and when he realized it, he strode into the door.The elevator that had been used a few seconds ago was still parked on the first floor, so He Lang simply pressed the elevator and walked in, directly letting the elevator go up to the sixth floor.

After getting out of the elevator, he walked towards the brightly lit laboratory on the far left, and then in the brightly lit corridor, he bumped into Yang Juan who opened the door and came out to throw out the trash.

Yang Juan froze in place. After a long time, he remembered the trash bag in his hand. He turned around and threw the bag into the trash can. He looked at He Lang who stopped a few steps away with a face full of surprise, and asked uncertainly: " What did you come to see me for?"

He Lang was stopped by his question.Even he himself didn't know why he took the elevator up.He Lang's expression was slightly unnatural, and he rarely chose to remain silent.

Thinking that the other party didn't come to him, Yang Juan blushed slightly when he thought of his self-indulgence just now.In order to conceal his emotional changes, he quickly took out his mobile phone, looked down at the time, "If you have other things to come over, you can come back tomorrow morning—"

"I'm here to find you." He Lang admitted calmly, taking advantage of the few seconds when Yang Juan bowed his head, his mind had recovered his composure, he took off the watch on his wrist calmly, and stuffed it into the watch. In the pants pocket, "My watch is missing, have you seen it anywhere today?"

After finishing speaking, he pretended to frown, raised his leg and walked a few steps closer, and showed Yang Juan his empty wrist.

Yang Juan shook his head suspiciously, "I haven't seen it anywhere else."

He Lang seemed very dissatisfied with his answer, "Recall it carefully."

"Okay." Yang Juan didn't doubt that he was there, turned his head and pointed in the direction of the laboratory, "Can you let me go in and turn off the lights first?"

He Lang raised his chin slightly, signaling him to go back quickly.

Yang Juan returned to the laboratory, sorted out the materials and tools on the table, and finished the rest of the finishing work, then closed the door and walked out.When He Lang appeared, he was actually about to close the door and go back to the dormitory, so he came out to take out the trash.

The two walked side by side towards the elevator. On the way, Yang Juan began to ponder and recall seriously, whether he had seen He Lang's watch elsewhere.He lowered his head to look at the road, and unconsciously fell behind He Lang.

Before he reached the elevator door, the voice-activated light above his head suddenly went off without a sound.The whole field of vision was instantly plunged into thick darkness. He stood in the corridor closed on all sides, without the assistance of moonlight, he couldn't even tell the specific location of He Lang in the dark.

Yang Juan hurriedly raised his foot and stomped the ground, trying to wake up the voice-activated light again, but the light bulb device above his head never responded.

He Lang's voice sounded deep from the darkness: "Stop stomping, the elevator light is also off."

Hearing the sound of the other party's footsteps, Yang Juan raised his head and looked forward, but he did not find any red light within his sight range.Only then did he realize that there was probably a sudden power outage.

He Lang turned on the flashlight in his phone to take a picture of him, and clicked his tongue impatiently, "This old campus is a bit too dilapidated, and the power went out twice in just a few months."

Yang Juan was puzzled at first, He Lang only moved here this semester, and the electricity has only been cut off once since the start of school.Later, he finally remembered the memories related to the game, he was silent and didn't know how to answer.

He Lang walked over with his mobile phone on, "Where are the stairs? Let's go down the stairs."

Yang Juan quickly took out his mobile phone to take a picture, and led him to find the passageway of the stairs.The faint light circle emitted by the mobile phone can only illuminate a small area in front of the toes.Although Yang Juan wears glasses, his night vision is still not very good.

After the two entered the stairway, Yang Juan, who was still leading the way, gradually fell far behind He Lang.But he still didn't dare to speed up, holding the handrail of the stairs tightly with one hand, and holding the mobile phone with the other hand to guide himself.

When He Lang reached the flat ground at the corner, he had to turn around and stop to wait for him, and he still made a comment: "Turtles can climb faster than you."

Yang Juan didn't quite agree with his words, and retorted softly while looking at the steps: "Turtles have four legs, but I don't."

He Lang: "..."

Resisting the urge to scold him for being worthless, He Lang took two steps back, stopped at the bottom of the stairs, and stretched out a hand towards him. His expression was hidden in the darkness and he couldn't see clearly, and he urged in a fluctuating tone: "Hurry up."

Looking up and seeing his outstretched hand, Yang Juan suddenly became nervous.He unconsciously accelerated the pace of his steps, and gradually loosened his grip on the armrest.

In the dark and silent corridor, there were only the sound of Yang Juan's non-stop falling steps, and his breathing that became slightly rapid as the speed of his steps accelerated.

When the last two or three steps were left, Yang Juan's lights and eyes moved too quickly, and he mistook the last two floors for the last one.He completely relaxed, stepped forward with his right foot, and fell down without thinking.

The expected stable open space did not appear, and the soles of the shoes slanted across the edges of the last two steps. Driven by inertia, his body suddenly fell back, and he was about to fall down.

The hand that He Lang stretched out in mid-air quickly passed through his armpit and supported him on his back, trying to pick him up and stand firm.At this moment, although Yang Juan was standing taller than him, if the opponent bumped into him, He Lang was still confident that he would be able to catch him.

Yang Juan was barely caught by him, pushed gently along his back, and bumped into his arms unsteadily.Worried that he would knock the opponent to the ground, he hurriedly raised his hands, trying to grab He Lang's arm to maintain his balance.

Unfortunately, he didn't catch anything, and accidentally dropped the mobile phone on He Lang's brow bone.

Unexpectedly, He Lang closed his eyes with a muffled grunt, and his steps were also chaotic, and he staggered back with the sudden weight falling into his arms, and finally sat down on the ground.

Yang Juan lay in his arms unsteadily, and after realizing it, he hurriedly threw away the phone in his hand, trying to get up from him, but the tip of his nose hit his chin heavily.

He Lang's eyes narrowed slightly from being hit, and before he could say anything, the person lying in front of him started to yell softly.The veins on his forehead twitched slightly, and he asked in a somewhat irritable voice in the dark, "I didn't call, what's your name?"

Yang Juan tightly shut his mouth and said nothing more.

Realizing that his tone was not good, he slowed down a little, and asked bluntly, "What was your name just now? Where did you hit?"

Yang Juan was silent for two seconds, then stammered and replied, "You, you haven't shaved clean."

He Lang: "..."

"Get up from me first." He closed his eyes and ordered in a self-defeating manner.

Yang Juan groaned, and the hands and feet on He Lang's body moved at the same time.However, just as his butt was raised, he paused.Yang Juan found that his knee, which was pressed on He Lang's leg, seemed to be lightly crushed by something.

Unaware of his abnormality, He Lang couldn't help but raised his hand and patted him, "Can you hurry up—"

Starting with a round, soft and elastic touch, He Lang's face froze, and his voice stopped abruptly.

Yang Juan's face and neck were burning red and hot, and he pushed down his raised butt in embarrassment, his eyes were open and he was at a loss.This made it more prominent, the presence of the thing under his knees.

He felt it in a daze for a moment, then suddenly lowered his head, moved his knees, and reached out to touch He Lang's legs.

He Lang, who was still immersed in the tactile sensation in his palm, was suddenly brought back to his senses by his touch, his eyelids twitched heavily, "What are you doing?"

Yang Juan wasn't quite sure, so he didn't answer without authorization, but his hand was still groping around his leg in a disorganized manner.

He Lang instinctively let him touch like this, and an uncontrollable bad situation would happen, so he stopped it with a dark face: "Don't touch it."

Yang Juan was still touching, and even accelerated the speed in his hands.His palm was pressed against He Lang's leg through a thin layer of summer material, emitting heat continuously.

The muscle lines on He Lang's thighs were straight and tight, in stark contrast to Yang Juan's soft palms.Annoyed, he stretched out his hand to catch Yang Juan's flailing hand, and blurted out hastily: "I told you not to touch your lack of ears—"

Yang Juan finally found the right position, that hand slipped into He Lang's trouser pocket like a slippery fish.

He Lang froze suddenly, and even forgot how to breathe for a short time.

The next second, Yang Juan held the watch he took out of his pocket, and asked in confusion and incomprehension: "Your watch, don't you just keep it on yourself?"