Paper tiger

Song Yuan's little fan is named Xiaobei, a sunny and cheerful girl with ponytails.As soon as Xiaobei opened his mouth, it was hard to be hated.

"Oh my god, you two are so handsome! It's hard to find a boy as handsome as you in our school. When you enter the film school next door, the security guard won't even ask you for your student ID."

When Xiaobei praised people, her expression was very sincere. No matter how exaggerated the words were, after she said them, they were extremely firm and convincing.Jiang Jiaming was embarrassed to be sour towards her any more, and turned his head to look at Song Yuan again, only to see Song Yuan was smiling shyly, and the tips of her ears were still red.

Jiang Jiaming suddenly felt that it was better for Song Yuan to act domineering when facing other people.His innocent appearance should not be seen by others, it will make people want to bully him.

When he arrived at the studio, Jiang Jiaming discovered that Xiaobei was not the only one who painted Song Yuan.In addition to Xiaobei, there are four other classmates and friends of Xiaobei, including a boy.

The reason why he is sensitive to the existence of a boy is because the style of the boy's clothes is very similar to Lu Yang's.

"Why are there other people... and men?"

"What's the matter with men and women? It's just painting, not doing anything else." Song Yuan frowned, as if she had been insulted, her expression was a little hurt, but she still retorted stubbornly, "What are you thinking? ? Even if I’m gay, not just any guy will fall in love with it.”

Of course Jiang Jiaming didn't mean that.He wanted to explain, but he couldn't make it in time. He watched Song Yuan walk into the studio.Xiaobei smiled and waved to Jiang Jiaming, "Handsome guy, wait a minute", and then closed the studio door.

Jiang Jiaming, who returned to the car, felt like sitting on pins and needles.The passage of time is too slow, why does it take so long to paint?

Jiang Jiaming was upset and lit a cigarette.His living conditions are regular and healthy, and he rarely smokes, and he usually only smokes one when the work pressure is high.There were two things that made him uncomfortable. The first one was that as a loyal fan of Gledeer, he did not become the lucky one chosen by him.Although he was not reconciled, it was too small to speak out, so he did not mention it for the time being.The second thing is that Song Yuan seems to always think that he is a straight man, and has always believed that he has misunderstood gay.Jiang Jiaming once wanted to explain, but when talking about sexuality, he should choose a suitable time and occasion, and suddenly said to Song Yuan, "Do you know, I'm gay", which was too strange and deliberate.

It became another thing that rotted in the stomach.

Half of the cigarette butt was thrown into the ashtray, and the sparks flickered listlessly, and then went out after a while.This cigarette smoked the car into a miasma.

Jiang Jiaming logged into Enstagram, which he hadn't seen for a long time, and checked Gledeer's homepage. According to Song Yuan's description, he quickly found Xiaobei's message from the popular comments—not only was it long, it was also very professional, and it was indeed attractive.He thought to himself, I can do this to this extent.However, I feel that this kind of competition is too naive, and it seems that he is very bitter.

When exiting the software, the gaze stays on the photo uncontrollably.White greasy, beautiful flesh, every part reveals a clear beauty.However, when he thought that this was Song Yuan, he felt irritated for no reason.

"Are you smoking?"

As soon as Song Yuan got into the car, she wrinkled her nose slightly and smelled a faint smell of tobacco.

"You want to smoke?"

"I don't smoke. I don't like the smell of smoke."

Jiang Jiaming left the steering wheel with one hand, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, and threw it at Song Yuan casually.

Song Yuan frowned slightly, "I don't smoke."

"I didn't tell you to smoke. If you don't like the smell of smoke, just throw it away."

Song Yuan blinked, and observed Jiang Jiaming's emotions from the corner of her eye, "Are you unhappy?"

"Nothing, just the thought of you letting them paint your body is unpleasant."

As soon as Jiang Jiaming finished speaking, there was an eerie silence in the carriage.Both of them realized that there seemed to be something wrong, which made the atmosphere awkward and ambiguous.Song Yuan pretended not to hear anything, took out her phone and pretended to be very busy, her slender fingers danced and tapped on the phone screen.

Jiang Jiaming wanted to explain.He knew he shouldn't say such words, but he still blurted out the moment Song Yuan asked him.It was strange, as if possessed by a demon.Jiang Jiaming said: "I didn't mean that..."

When Jiang Jiaming spoke suddenly, Song Yuan was shocked, and the phone hit her leg.

"Ah! Pain!"

"Are you OK?"

Jiang Jiaming turned his head to check Song Yuan's situation, but was pushed back by Song Yuan with one hand, and had to look straight ahead.

"Driving and watching the road! Watching the road! Watching the road!"

Song Yuan yelled at Jiang Jiaming impatiently.Even a baby riding a scooter knows to look straight ahead and face the road. How can such a small matter distract Jiang Jiaming, and he doesn't know how to look at the road. It really makes people worry about this person's safe driving.Song Yuan thought seriously, and decided to pay more attention to Jiang Jiaming's driving safety and help him correct his bad driving habits.

"There's no need to straighten my head, I know to look ahead."

Only then did Song Yuan realize that his hand was sticking to Jiang Jiaming's right cheek all the time, and he felt hot all of a sudden.

Whether it was Jiang Jiaming's cheeks that were hotter, or his palms were hotter, Song Yuan couldn't figure it out.It seemed that the hand that touched Jiang Jiaming's cheek was warmer than the other hand.Anyway, Song Yuan's self-esteem doesn't allow him to show his cowardice, at least he can't be the one who shows his cowardice first.

"Hello, Song Yuan."

Song Yuan's eyes widened instantly, as if she was distracted in class and was suddenly called by the teacher's name.This kind of panic only lasted for a second, and Song Yuan firmly believed that Jiang Jiaming, who was looking ahead, hadn't caught it.

Song Yuan cleared her throat, "What are you doing?"

"It's almost time for dinner. There is a very good Yunnan restaurant nearby. Do you want to eat?"

Song Yuan insisted on a treat, counting it as a reward for sending him to the Academy of Fine Arts today.Jiang Jiaming didn't refuse this time, and watched Song Yuan order all the special dishes with a smile.

Whether it was waiting for the dishes to be served, or eating grilled fish with lemongrass grass, Song Yuan felt Jiang Jiaming's gaze.At first Song Yuan would avoid it, feeling useless, but later she stared back unwillingly.

"What are you looking at!"

Jiang Jiaming said smoothly: "You are quite cute."

Song Yuan opened her eyes wide in surprise, feeling embarrassed.Jiang Jiaming was also a little embarrassed, "I mean... because it's your treat, so I want to praise you. It's quite cute."

It is completely an excuse that the lips of the donkey are not right with the mouth of the horse.But in order to cut off the embarrassment and ambiguity that came again, Song Yuan insisted on going up and down even if there was no step.

"When you were in high school, you always praised me for being handsome. Why are you not as good at talking now as before? You are still cuter before."

After Song Yuan finished speaking, she realized that she had also been led astray by Jiang Jiaming.How to open and close the mouth is "cute", "cute", so annoying, it's just getting darker and darker.Facing Jiang Jiaming's slightly surprised gaze, although Song Yuan was flustered, her face was still calm.He raised his eyebrows, looking very chic.

Then...Jiang Jiaming actually laughed?Song Yuan can't remember what she did to make people laugh.He was curious, but he didn't ask again, for fear that Jiang Jiaming would say something that would be overwhelming.

On that day, Song Yuan had an idea: Jiang Jiaming wouldn't be interested in him, would he?

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Paper tiger