imaginary rival

Jiang Shiyu actually wanted to laugh a little.

Yan An's complexion and expression were actually not good-looking, he was still in a nightmare a few minutes ago, it might be a bit unkind to laugh now.

But it's really funny.

Yan An's flowing movements seemed to engrave the fact that he hurriedly put on his school uniform after falling asleep into his DNA. Jiang Shiyu suspected that he could get dressed with his eyes closed.

"I...fuck," Yan An took off his coat, sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Jiang Shiyu with a very tangled expression, "Are you unable to sleep in the middle of the night?"

"No," Jiang Shiyu bit his lip, trying to keep his expression from laughing so hideously, "You're having a nightmare, you're always begging me."

"... Oh." Yan An was stunned for a while, then suddenly stood up, grabbed the waistband of his school uniform pants and pulled them down, revealing his big underpants with waves printed on them.

Jiang Shiyu was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head and laughed wildly at the wall.

Yan An seemed to have finally come to his senses, flung his pants, stared at him, and shouted in a low voice: "Jiang Shiyu, you are sick!"

Jiang Shiyu ignored him, and smiled at the wall alone until people trembled before slowing down. Turning his head, Yan An was already sitting cross-legged on the bed, looking at him seriously.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Shiyu took two deep breaths, and finally suppressed his smile.

"Aren't you wicked?" Yan An said "you're sick" on his face, "Tell me to go to school in the middle of the night."

"You're having a nightmare, and you look...frightened," Jiang Shiyu explained to him, "I can only wake you up."

"Then you can't scare me by going to school," Yan An rolled his eyes, "If I didn't see you sitting on the bed, I might really grab my schoolbag and rush out, you know?"

"Don't you wash your face?" Jiang Shiyu asked with a smile.

"I'm late, so I don't have the time to wash my face." Yan An sat forward and simply shrank into the quilt. His feet were cold, and he shrank when he touched Jiang Shiyu's legs. Yan An immediately stretched his feet. Come and stick it on his lap.

Jiang Shiyu kicked him mercilessly.

"Fuck," Yan An lay down and turned his head to look at Jiang Shiyu, "You said that you look quite serious, but in fact, you are rotten."

"Is there?" Jiang Shiyu stared at the ceiling happily.

"Yes," Yan An said, "You don't know, the girls in the class have a good impression of you, saying that it's rare to find such a bookish, clean boy now, what a pity..."

Jiang Shiyu turned to look at him: "What's the pity?"

"You look like a dog." Yan An said firmly.

Jiang Shiyu turned back again, looked at the ceiling, and still wanted to laugh.

Such a commotion in the middle of the night actually made the drowsiness disappear. Yan An turned over, picked up the phone and clicked on various apps to check, and checked in the classmate group. It was so late, and there was no new news. Yan An Ann can only click on Moments to see if there is any latest news about anyone she has ignored.

As a result, as soon as I clicked in, the first one was posted by Ruan Yu half an hour ago. It was a photo of street lights and the sky. Even the neon lights were out of business at this point, and the sky rarely showed its original blackness.

His circle of friends has no matching words, it's just a simple one, hanging at the top.

Posting to Moments now?

Are you still on the street now?

Did you just get off work?After all, Ruan Yu probably wouldn't let go of this free opportunity on weekends.

Yan An put down the phone and looked at the ceiling, the voice that appeared in the dream just now seemed to appear in his ears again.

He hadn't dreamed about those in a long time.

Maybe it was because of the conversation with that aunt at the barbecue stand tonight, he was suddenly brought back to the dream he least wanted to recall.

Photos are the storage points of memories, and so are dreams.

Suddenly there were some rustling sounds from the side, Yan An didn't move, and after a while, a hand suddenly appeared on his head, pressed down lightly, and pulled twice.

Yan An turned his face to look at Jiang Shiyu, and Jiang Shiyu also looked at him.

"Has anyone ever told you not to touch your head casually?" Yan An had a hard time seeing Jiang Shiyu's micro-expression in such darkness, wondering if he was still holding back his laughter, "It's really not tall."

"How tall are you?" Jiang Shiyu asked.

"177." Yan An said.

"That's okay," Jiang Shiyu said, "Isn't it good to go to 180 in two more years?"

"Your tone is like my father," Yan An clicked his tongue, "Let me tell you, if I grow to 180 and you make me feel short, then..."

"Then my hands are quite strong." Jiang Shiyu answered, "I can still press the compression for you directly."

Yan An was taken aback by what he said, and then started laughing for a long time without stopping. Jiang Shiyu was silent for a while, and then laughed along with him for a long time inexplicably.

After a while, Yan An suddenly said, "Xie Lanlan and Sun Ke are about to get married, right?"

"Huh?" Jiang Shiyu was stunned for a moment, carefully choosing his words, "...Probably."

"It should be soon," Yan An said, "I just checked Moments and saw her post before going to bed, and the girl's heart is almost overflowing the screen."

"...Oh," Jiang Shiyu frowned, propped his body up on his arms, and looked at Yan An, "Did you have a nightmare...dream of this?"

"Huh? No." Yan An didn't understand the connection between the nightmare and Xie Lanlan, "Let me chat casually, it has nothing to do with her when I have nightmares."

Jiang Shiyu said oh, lay back, turned over and looked at Yan An, and said with some hesitation after a while: "...you will have better people."

Yan An didn't understand, so he turned his head and looked at Jiang Shiyu. Jiang Shiyu cleared his throat, lay flat and looked at the ceiling.

"What are you talking about?" Yan An came to his senses, "I really don't mean that to Xie Lanlan."

Jiang Shiyu nodded seriously and said, "I understand."

"...Oh, you mean other people, right?" Yan An also understood, grabbed the quilt and rubbed it, "I don't have any goals yet, and I don't have anyone I like."

Mmmmmmm.

I know.

Jiang Shiyu continued to nod his head.

"And... even if you have a goal, you may not be able to achieve it," Yan An said, "Ruan Yu... confessed, but it didn't work."

"We are so gossip." Jiang Shiyu said.

"I can't sleep in the middle of the night and don't talk about gossip. Is it about studying?" Yan An said.

"Bring your textbook," Jiang Shiyu said immediately, "I'll give you two questions."

"Jiang Shiyu, you are really sick." Yan An turned his head and stared at him.

Jiang Shiyu smiled, and after a while, said slowly: "I don't think the two of them really failed."

"Who?" Yan An was stunned for a moment, "...Ruan Yu and Qi Fang?"

"En." Jiang Shiyu responded.

"Impossible? Can the two of them do this? Damn," Yan An regained his energy and sat up, "Qi Fang has treated Ruan Yu like that, stalking him and beating him, and... insulting him like that, Why should Ruan Yu be with him?"

"Speak louder," Jiang Shiyu turned over, and pulled the quilt that Yan An had brought towards him, "Wake up uncles and aunts and have a discussion, okay?"

Yan An glared at him and tucked the quilt for him.

"Ruan Yu went to confess to Qi Fang first," Jiang Shiyu said comfortably, wrapped in a quilt, "Qi Fang's attitude doesn't seem particularly repulsive."

"He almost beat Ruan Yu up," Yan An couldn't help interrupting, "Isn't that considered particularly repulsive? He said...he told Ruan Yu that homosexuality is disgusting."

"Would you follow someone you find disgusting?" Jiang Shiyu asked back.

Yan An couldn't answer.

"And that time, if he wanted to make trouble, he would have rushed into the supermarket to make trouble, so he shouldn't have waited outside for Ruan Yu to get off work," Jiang Shiyu said, "If he really felt sick, he wouldn't care so much about who helped Ruan Yu, Ruan Yu Who does Yu have a good relationship with, understand?"

"...Is he jealous?" Yan An asked with widened eyes.

"...Whose jealous?" Jiang Shiyu also widened his eyes.

"Your...ah no, you and Ruan Yu's," Yan An said with a look of shock, "He thought Ruan Yu fell in love with you and was with you?"

Jiang Shiyu stared at him for a long time, then slowly asked: "...Did you just react?"

"...Ah." Yan An stared at Jiang Shiyu.

"You were staring at the two of them so intently," Jiang Shiyu also sat up, his face full of disbelief, "What were you thinking?"

"...I was thinking, what if Ruan Yu really wants to invite us to dinner later?" Yan An smiled sheepishly, "The two of us ate so full that time."

Jiang Shiyu stared at him for a long time, and moved his lips several times. Maybe he really couldn't find any words to describe Yan An. Maybe it was a kind of wood that is more famous in the local area.

"...Why don't I bring the book over here," Yan An scratched his head, "tell me the lecture topic."

"No." Jiang Shiyu lay back, buried his face in the quilt, "Sleep."

"Fuck," Yan An grabbed the quilt and pushed him twice, "Give me a lecture, brother Xiaoyu, get up and chat."

"Stupid." Jiang Shiyu said in a muffled voice.

"Get up!" Yan An yelled, "I fucking kicked you! We're not done talking yet!"

Jiang Shiyu lifted the quilt and stared at him.

Yan An smiled, lay down and hugged him: "According to what you said, Qi Fang actually likes Ruan Yu, doesn't he?"

"...Probably, it's just that he didn't recognize himself," Jiang Shiyu looked at him helplessly, "but I can't accept his actions."

"Calling a bunch of people to block people in the toilet," Yan An commented, "It's really stupid."

"En." Jiang Shiyu nodded, raised his hand and pushed Yan An's head aside, "Stay away from me."

"Tsk," Yan An tilted his head back, "What will you do when you get married? Your wife leans against you, and you kick someone on the ground?"

Jiang Shiyu ignored him.

"A girl needs to be fully armed to sleep with you," Yan An continued to murmur, "Maybe you have to put a bamboo knife next to the bed for the helmet protector, and when you get annoyed by being kicked, you pull out the bamboo knife in the middle of the night to fight you desperately... "

Jiang Shiyu reached out and pinched Yan An's waist.

"Ah—" Yan An shrank to the side.

"Sleep!" Jiang Shiyu yelled.

Yan An rubbed his waist and stared at him for a while: "Why did you sleep! I let you wake up!"

Jiang Shiyu stared at him, and suddenly burst into laughter after staring for a few seconds.

"I'm really convinced by you," Jiang Shiyu said with a smile, "How could there be someone like you..."

Yan An was inexplicably laughed at by him, and laughed along with him for a while.

The two of them chatted again, and Yan An fell asleep in a daze at dawn, and Jiang Shiyu waited for his breathing to stabilize before standing up and looking at him.

The expression is normal, the breathing is normal, and there is no arching.

No more nightmares.

Jiang Shiyu heaved a sigh of relief, fell back on the bed, and fell asleep not long after.