boyfriend provoked by roommate

The first competition that Zhu Xun was in charge of was at the Chinese Language Institute. He saw Lin Shuhan huddled in the crowd from a distance, patted Cheng Huan on the back with a smile, pointed at Lin Shuhan and said with a smile: "Oh my god, what he wore I'm really drunk on those pants."

Cheng Huan also looked up, reached out and grabbed Zhu Xun's wrist, and asked, "Did you wear sunscreen?"

"...Good girl, I didn't spray."

Two 1.8-meter old men get together to spray sunscreen, which is also quite girly.

"Where are you from?"

"The girl gave it to me yesterday. What's the name? Hiss, uh, I'll ask later."

Zhu Xun: "..."

"Why hasn't Song Shuo come yet?"

"Aren't you sitting there?"

Zhu Xun squinted his eyes, and Cheng Huan pressed his eyelids: "Don't squint your eyes to see things, myopia."

Zhu Xun stepped back again and again, kicked his calf, then quickly caught the basketball thrown by another student referee who was working with him, and quickly made a three-step layup.

"Song Shuo, hold Cheng Huan for me later, don't let him take a video."

Song Shuo adjusted his glasses: "When you agree to dance, you should know that the video will definitely be sent out."

"Damn!" He blushed and clamped his legs tightly, covering them under his coat.

"Lin Shuhan." Song Shuo called him suddenly.

"what?"

"Why are you still wearing makeup?"

Lin Shuhan was even more embarrassed: "They made it for me."

Song Shuo frowned slightly. The straight man's makeup was already touching the bottom line of his cognition. When he saw the glitter on Lin Shuhan's lips, his pupils widened suddenly: "You're still wearing lipstick."

"Have you put on lipstick? Let me see." Cheng Huan leaned over and hugged Lin Shuhan's neck, and took advantage of his height to hold him under his armpit. Lin Shuhan struggled while swearing, his legs The coat on his back slipped off, revealing a white and thin calf. Song Shuo stared at it for a while, then silently looked away.

Before the start of the game, the cheerleaders were going to perform once. Lin Shuhan stood at the back, and he was a little awkward and perfunctory when doing the moves, but his trousers with big slits were no different, and his thighs were white when he was doing the moves. A lot was exposed, and Cheng Huan was out of breath with a smile.

"The Institute of Chinese Language can't win this game, so I'm really sorry for Lin Shuhan, I laughed so hard."

"Song Shuo, Song Shuo, look at Lin Shuhan's waist, how the hell is it thinner than that of the woman in front?"

Song Shuo adjusted his glasses: "And it's even whiter."

Cheng Huan held up his mobile phone and recorded it completely. Lin Shuhan hurried down after the dance. Cheng Huan was still holding up his mobile phone to take a picture of him, so he quickly shrank behind Song Shuo, cursing.

"Tch, I won't shoot you anymore, hey, I'm going to shoot Zhu Xun, why is he so handsome today? Damn."

Song Shuo grabbed Lin Shuhan's hand and pulled it out, saying, "Then I'll go first."

Lin Shuhan grabbed him with a backhand: "Where are you going?"

"Aren't you done dancing?"

"Then don't you watch the game?"

"dont see."

Lin Shuhan held him back: "Don't stop, are you going back to coding again? It's too boring."

Song Shuo: "Very dry."

Lin Shuhan: "I'll go find an umbrella, why don't you stay with me."

Song Shuo: "..."

Lin Shuhan: "You can still cheer for our hospital."

Song Shuo: "How do you cheer? Cheerleading? But my waist is not as thin as yours."

Lin Shuhan: "..."

"Why are you blushing? Do you feel sunburned too?"

Lin Shuhan: "..."

Being a referee is not an easy task. You have to follow the players to stare back and forth. Zhu Xun's complexion is not fair, but he is not a particularly dark type. He is tall and big. A whistle, hair blowing in the wind with the running movement, looks very sunny and handsome.

Cheng Huan snapped two out-of-focus photos, and suddenly heard a girl discussing in a low voice.

"What's the name of the referee in the white uniform? How handsome?"

"It seems to be from the gymnasium, wow, it's really handsome."

Before Cheng Huan had time to speak, Lin Shuhan, who had borrowed an umbrella, said sharply, "Are you talking about Zhu Xun?"

These two girls are from the Chinese Language Institute, and they knew Lin Shuhan. Seeing what he said, they leaned over and asked, "Do you know him?"

Lin Shuhan patted his chest proudly: "My roommate, isn't he handsome?"

"Handsome, do you have a girlfriend?"

"I don't have a girlfriend, and Zhu Xun is not only handsome, but also very good at playing basketball. He always ranks first in professional courses and wins scholarships every year..."

Lin Shuhan, who was still concentrating on promoting Zhu Xun, didn't notice that there was an extra arm on his neck, and suddenly tightened his grip and pulled him back, interrupting Lin Shuhan.

"Lin Shuhan, if you don't go there, Song Shuo will be leaving again."

Lin Shuhan frowned violently, and hurriedly looked towards Song Shuo. His expression gradually became impatient, and he stared at Lin Shuhan, whose neck was locked by Cheng Huan, from a distance. Lin Shuhan raised the umbrella in his hand, Pushed Cheng Huan: "Don't mess with me."

Cheng Huan succeeded, let him go, and glanced back at the two girls who were staring at Zhu Xun, then walked silently towards Zhu Xun's rest area.

"This is so handsome..."