缠绵 游戏

When Jing Tian returned to the dormitory, Yang Yue hadn't come back yet.

He sent a message to Yang Yue, asking where Yang Yue was rehearsing, and if he wanted to go there and take the blame.

Waited for a long time, did not receive a reply.

Guessing that Yang Yue was too busy to care about the phone, Jing Tian stopped bothering.

It was still early, and he wandered around the dormitory, feeling a little idle.

If it had been a few days ago, he would have gone to study in the small study room with Zheng Xunqian now.

By the way, since you have time, you should study hard.

Jing Tian took out the book, put it on the table, opened the drawer and took out the tablet.

Pressing on the screen, he stared blankly.

This is Zheng Xunqian's stuff.

Jing Tian sat on the seat, stared at the tablet for a few seconds, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and opened the dialog box with Zheng Xunqian.

But when he clicked on the input interface, he hesitated again.

How should I say it?Your tablet is still with me, when do you want it, and I will send it to you?

……strange.

It was clearly a conversation, but it seemed like a farewell declaration.

If you say it, there may be no relationship between the two of them.

Jing Tian frowned and stared at the words "beginning in disarray and finally abandoning" for a long time, then put the phone back.

Let's talk about it later, Zheng Xunqian can't stop coming to class every day.

Since he didn't take the initiative to mention it, he probably didn't mind borrowing the tablet for a few more days.

Jing Tian scolded himself for being thick-skinned in his heart, and then turned on the computer screen again.

There is no one to explain, and only relying on self-study and understanding, the efficiency is much lower.

Jing Tian had only done two questions before he ran into trouble.

The final conclusion he came to was not the same as the standard answer, but he couldn't find any problems in the process.

After checking it over and over again and still being clueless, he lay down on the table a little discouraged.

Now send Zheng Xunqian a message and ask him, will he reply?

Jing Tian took out his mobile phone again, staring at "Abandoned at the beginning" and stared blankly.

He began to feel annoyed, if only he hadn't been drunk that day, or if he didn't make random calls, didn't get the wrong person, and stayed sober in the hotel, those things wouldn't have happened.

He won't feel uneasy and conflicted when he gets close to Zheng Xunqian like he is now, and he will always think about it when he doesn't meet.

However, Zheng Xunqian's responsibility is heavier than his.

He was drunk, but Zheng Xunqian was awake.

Jing Tian suddenly remembered what Yang Yue said before.

He said, Zheng Xunqian has seen your tattoo, and obviously wants to see it again.

That night, Zheng Xunqian not only watched, but also kissed.

He put his lips to the skin around his waist and said it was beautiful.

Jing Tian unconsciously raised his hand and pressed it on that position.

What exactly does that tattoo look like, he has not been able to look carefully so far.

Jing Tian lay on the table, subconsciously recalling Zheng Xunqian's tone at that time.

Low and hoarse, accompanied by the sound of running water, it reveals a gentleness and seriousness that is different from usual.

It makes people believe from the bottom of their hearts that the traces left on that small piece of skin must be very beautiful.

Jing Tian withdrew his hand like an electric shock, and soon stood up again.

He wanted to take a clear and complete look at what kind of pattern it was.

Taking pictures with your mobile phone on your butt with your back behind your back, the effect is very bad.

Either the shot is crooked, or the focus is wrong, and the resulting photos are all weird, and you can only look at them roughly, and the effect is not much different from turning your head to look in a mirror.

After several failed attempts, Jing Tian came up with a bad idea.

It's better to make a video.

Put the phone on the table first, then turn around by yourself, and slowly move around, far, near, back and forth, and there will always be a time to take a clear picture.

At that time, just press pause and take a screenshot.

In actual operation, I encountered a little trouble.

He didn't have a special stand, and the phone couldn't stand up.

But it doesn’t bother him, Zheng Xunqian borrowed his tablet computer with its own lens, which can be used upright to shoot, and the effect is the same.

It was still daylight, Jing Tian hid in the dormitory, took off half of his pants to reveal half of his buttocks, and swayed back and forth, back and forth, facing the camera of the tablet computer.

Guessing that this should be a clear shot, just after pressing pause, there was the sound of the bedroom door being opened behind him.

Jing Tian quickly pulled up his pants.

Fortunately, when Yang Yue came in, he had already cleaned up at the speed of light and did not expose any indecent images.

"Unbelievable!" Yang Yue yelled immediately after entering the door, "It's okay for them to let me stand next to the girls, but they still have to let me stand in the middle, so conspicuous as to die! My face looks like a man , no wonder!"

Jing Tian thought, that's not necessarily the case.

Yang Yue seems to lack an objective understanding of her appearance.

The night before yesterday, when Yang Yue claimed to be his "husband" in front of Chu Chentao, he had secretly slandered him. In terms of appearance alone, Yang Yue was definitely more like a "wife", and she was a gentle and virtuous little wife.

Yang Yue has big eyes, thin lips, a pointed chin, soft facial lines, not very wide eyelids, and slightly drooping corners of her eyes. She only looks at her face.

"I suspect that they just want to make a joke, to see me make a fool of myself," Yang Yue sighed, "I'm so miserable."

Jing Tian wanted to comfort him a few words, but was afraid that what he said would be counterproductive.

Yang Yue probably wouldn't want to hear him say, "Don't worry, you're really beautiful, women's clothing will definitely be fake", right?

Fortunately, Yang Yue just wanted to vent and didn't mind receiving feedback.

After throwing the carry-on backpack on the seat, he took out a bottle of drink from it and handed it over to Jingtian: "This is for you."

Jing Tian took it, and was quickly stunned.

A bottle of sugar-free oolong tea.

Seeing Jing Tian's wide-eyed expression of bewilderment, Yang Yue said: "When I was buying drinks just now, I saw that there was stock, so I brought you a bottle.

Don't you like this very much? "

Jing Tian blinked, not knowing how to respond for a moment.

"Isn't it?" Yang Yue fell into confusion, "I remember you bought it every day before, and often bought several bottles at a time.

Don't like it now? "

Jing Tian finally came to his senses: "It's not...that, thank you."

After speaking, he unscrewed the bottle cap and took a shallow sip.

Insipid, with a slight bitterness, it was the kind of taste in his memory that made it hard for him to swallow.

"Remember?" Yang Yue grinned, "You drank it every day."

Jing Tian put down the bottle and thought, I was really crazy at that time.

"What's the matter?" Yang Yue approached him, "suddenly her face was so red."

Jing Tian shook his head in a panic: "It's nothing."

After speaking, in order to cover up, he raised his head and took another big sip.

The faint bitter taste suddenly became much stronger, and when he tried to swallow it, it became a little astringent.

This bad taste, he will never like it.

He likes sweet ones, preferably ones with a lot of sugar added, the kind that ordinary people will get tired of quickly after a few more bites.

How could anyone like to drink this kind of thing?

Jing Tian frowned and took another sip.

"You were reviewing just now?" Yang Yue glanced at the books and draft paper scattered on the table.

"……Um."

Jing Tian nodded, cleared his throat again, and pretended to sit at the table.

Turning on the screen of the tablet computer, his ass immediately appeared on the screen.

Jing Tian was taken aback and quickly minimized it.

Fortunately, Yang Yue didn't notice at all.

"Are you going to review by yourself in the future?" Yang Yue asked.

"Well," Jing Tian said, "we can be together at the end of the term."

Yang Yue was a little worried: "Are you sure there is no problem, do you want to ask that Zhang Yuewei again?"

Jing Tian shook his head immediately.

He has never been such a thick-skinned person. He knows that the other party is just perfunctory, and he can't force it up.

Although, in the past that he has forgotten, he seems to have done so.

But not in the future, not to anyone.

The stuck question still can't find the problem.

In desperation, he could only temporarily put it aside and do other things first.

But soon, a new problem appeared.

A question that he thought was extremely difficult and totally confusing had only one "slightly" written on the standard answer.

Jing Tian finally became irritable.

Just as he was about to change a class altogether, the phone on the table vibrated suddenly.

Jing Tian picked it up casually, and quickly froze.

The three characters "Zheng Xunqian" on the screen caused his breathing to become chaotic in an instant.

What's going on, why did this person suddenly call himself?What did he want to say, did he come to ask for the tablet back, or did he ask himself if he wanted to go to the small study room for tutoring?Would he bring up what happened that day at the hotel?How should I answer myself?

In just a few seconds, countless thoughts flew through his brain.

Before pressing answer, Jing Tian took a deep breath.

"...Hello?" He had just drank water, but his throat was a little dry, and his voice became strange, "What can I do for you?"

A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone: "Yes."

Jing Tian lowered his head, pressed his hand hard on his left chest, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"You..." Zheng Xunqian paused, "Did you share it with me on purpose?"

"What?" Jing Tian was at a loss, "What is it on purpose? What are you looking at?"

Zheng Xunqian was quiet for a few seconds, and then laughed: "So it wasn't."

Jing Tian was puzzled: "What are you talking about?"

"Sorry," Zheng Xunqian's voice was unnatural, trembling slightly, as if he couldn't stop laughing, "It's my fault, I was negligent before."

Jing Tian immediately replied: "Uh, it's okay."

He had no idea what Zheng Xunqian was talking about.

But when he heard him laugh, and thought of the way his brows and eyes were crooked when he laughed, he felt that everything was no big deal and everything was acceptable.

"Are you sure?" Zheng Xunqian asked, "Do you know what I'm talking about?"

"Then what do you say?" Jing Tian said.

"The tablet computer I lent you..." Zheng Xunqian hesitated to speak.

"You want to take it back?"

"No, I want to say... I logged into my account on it, and forgot to log out before lending it to you," Zheng Xunqian said, "It is synchronized with my phone."

Jing Tian still didn't understand: "So?"

"If you open the gallery now, you can see my mobile photo album."

Zheng Xunqian said.

Jing Tian was stunned: "Huh?"

"...I can also see what you took."

"I thought you did it on purpose," Zheng Xunqian said, "It's pretty twisted."

Jing Tian froze for two seconds, let out a scream, and quickly hung up the phone.

Yang Yue, who was playing games, was taken aback by him: "What are you doing?"

Jing Tian has no time to answer.

Trembling, he clicked on the gallery of the tablet computer, and sure enough, he saw a lot of photo albums.

In second place is a thumbnail of his half ass.

The latest photo was taken of a piece of paper with a few large characters written on it: What are you doing?

Jing Tian shook his hands to delete the video he had just taken, and then quickly entered the recycle bin, choosing to completely empty it.

After doing all this, his heart was still pounding and his face was flushed.

Before calming down, the album list automatically downloaded a new photo.

It’s still the same piece of paper just now, but there’s an extra line of text underneath: I guessed you would delete it, so I made a backup.

There was actually a smiling face underneath.

Jing Tian was dizzy and almost cried.

He became angry from embarrassment, grabbed the phone, and typed quickly.

- Get out! ! ! ! ! ! !