Brother, here is a sand sculpture from 82

The anxious look on Chen Xun's face froze for a moment, and he let out a huff.

What did Teacher Qingliu say just now?

——"Don't you think you're talking about yourself?"

Chen Xun's blood boiled little by little. In order to conceal his abnormality, he stammered and panicked: "I... ah, I have fair skin and beautiful long legs? Isn't it."

Ye Qingzhi recovered from the delicate state just now, looked at him carefully for a few seconds, and commented pertinently: "It's not fair."

The little deer in Chen Xun's heart was bumping wildly in stages, and at the moment he was in a state of rest: "..."

The quality of the light tubes in the classroom is as inferior as that of the corridor lights, far less bright than those in the classrooms of the third year of high school.When the white light came down, Chen Xun's expression was a little unreal.

Ye Qingzhi was silent, and reached out to poke Chen Xun's cheek: "Although it's not particularly fair, but the others... I think it's all right."

Chen Xun's restless deer jumped up again.The mood he was brought up by Ye Qingzhi's words was like a roller coaster. After some ups and downs, he grasped the most critical point.

He asked this multiple-choice question because he wanted to know what kind of person Ye Qingzhi liked, and the adjective he chose corresponded to the style he liked.

But Ye Qingzhi said that these words matched him.

Although it seems that Teacher Qingliu himself didn't realize anything, but can he hope that things can go as he wishes?

Chen Xun blinked slowly, grabbed Ye Qingzhi's hand that was poking on his cheek, and leaned forward.

The scorching breath sprayed on the side of Ye Qingzhi's face, causing a slight itch.

In order not to disturb other students, Chen Xun asked in a breathy voice.

"Teacher Qingliu, why do you think those adjectives are for me?"

Ye Qingzhi turned to the side, avoiding Chen Xun's scorching gaze, and also spoke in a breathy voice: "...you are still in the classroom, don't move your hands."

He leaned against Chen Xun's shoulder, distanced himself from this person, pointed to the paper on the table, and signaled them to communicate in a way that would not affect other students.

Chen Xun paused for a while, let go of Ye Qingzhi's hand, obediently moved back to his seat, and waited for Ye Qingzhi's answer.

Without Chen Xun disturbing his mind beside him, Ye Qingzhi's thinking ability gradually returned.

Yes, why.

He can't explain it eloquently, he can find the corresponding picture for every word.

Ye Qingzhi fell into deep thought.

Although he has been consolidating his identity as a straight man for many years, but at this moment, he seems to be unable to deceive himself anymore.

After all, the two sides of Schrödinger have a tendency.

He seemed, could, as if, really wasn't straight.

Grassy.

Having reached a preliminary conclusion, Ye Qingzhi's hand holding the pen was a little stiff.

Years of cognition gave him the urge to avoid this result, and he picked up a pen and wrote on paper restlessly.

[Probably because you are my good brother. ]

Chen Xun nervously took the note and glanced at it: "...?"

This is different from what he imagined.

He took a pen to write down his hopes.

[no yet? ]

Ye Qingzhi looked at the note that was pushed back again, and stepped back a little to escape.

Well, thinking this way may be because when he is with Chen Xun, he will feel a strong sense of pleasure and satisfaction, and a little bit... His heart beats faster.

Ye Qingzhi also didn't want to write this out.

After all, he didn't know whether Chen Xun would like a boy.

He lowered his eyes and wrote a vague sentence.

[It's not that those words match you, but you are like this. ]

At the end, I added a serious sentence.

[Except for skin whiteness. ]

Ye Qingzhi's handwriting is elegant and neat, neatly laid out on the beige notebook paper.

Chen Xun stared at the note, using his lifelong knowledge of Chinese to understand the sentence above.

Things really seemed to be going in the direction he wanted.

Chen Xun on the other end was concentrating on reading comprehension, and Ye Qingzhi was not idle, trying to sort out his thoughts.

From getting acquainted with Sanshui Zhidong two years ago to getting along in reality now, Ye Qingzhi carefully sorted it out for 10 minutes. Apart from being more clear about Chen Xun's weight in his heart and Chen Xun's kindness to him, other things are still messy. lump.

Chen Xun analyzed for 10 minutes, deduced five versions of understanding, and finally threw the question back.

[Mr. Qingliu, please take care of the person with a score of 72 in Chinese. ]

When the note was pushed in front of him, Ye Qingzhi's mind was in a mess.

He just overthrew his 17-year cognition, and tried to rebuild a new cognition in a daze.

He looked at the two kinds of handwriting on the note, and wrote slowly and carefully.

[Give me a moment to think about it. ]

For this kind of thing, he didn't want to give an answer when he didn't understand, let alone perfunctory Chen Xun.

Chen Xun's cell phone on the table was vibrating at a high frequency, but no one paid attention to it.

Chen Xun looked at the last sentence on the note, and replied in his heart and hands at the same time.

This back-to-basics exchange ended with Chen Xun writing a good sentence with infinite hope.

The moment the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Tang Weibin, who was far away from the diagonal, jumped over and called loudly to the university bully and the second school bully in their dormitory: "Brother Ye, Brother Xun, why don't you reply to the message!"

Chen Xun was thinking about tonight's conversation, and he replied with a series of errands, while Ye Qingzhi pointed to his cell phone with a black screen.

"The phone is dead and turned off."

When he just finished writing a [-]-word update for a chapter, he shut down, and his document must have been turned into smoke.

Ye Qingzhi sighed vicissitudes.

It was precisely because the mobile phone was turned off that he and Chen Xun had a conversation by passing a note.

Tang Weibin didn't know what kind of qualitative change happened to Ye Qingzhi in the class just now, he just nodded in understanding and told him about the things in the group.

"Our performance costumes will be delivered to the reception room tomorrow morning! Sister Bing said that the actors will bring their costumes to rehearse the night after tomorrow."

Ye Qingzhi: "Oh? Ah Bin, you seem to be looking forward to your maid outfit."

Tang Weibin: "No, mainly because I want to see Cheng Junfeng wearing a tutu."

The two walked out of the classroom while talking.

Chen Xun was one step behind them, and carefully folded the note used for communication today twice in half, and put it in a certain poetry collection that he bought to educate himself.

……

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The next day, Tang Weibin strolled to the reception room before the morning class to check if the courier had arrived, but was rushed back by the guard.

After insisting on going to check for three breaks, Tang Weibin finally waited for their packages after the third period.

The crew sent three strong men to bring all the costumes back.

The fourth class in the morning of this week happened to be a physical education class, and the crew invited a fake rehearsal together to unpack the courier in the classroom.

"The logistics lied to me, saying that it will arrive at eight o'clock and not until eleven o'clock." Tang Weibin violently unpacked the package, brooding.

Ye Qingzhi reminded him: "If it was the first few breaks, everyone might come to watch."

Thinking of the group of students clamoring to see their clothes, Tang Weibin trembled: "...Thank you for the logistics."

After 2 minutes, all the packages were unpacked and placed on the desk.

Cheng Junfeng's lady's tutu skirt is the same style as the buddy who wore women's clothes at the school sports meeting last time, Tang Weibin's is a maid's dress, and the costumes of other actors who have not cross-dressed are quite satisfactory.

Chen Xun's prince's dress was also bought with his own money, and it exudes an expensive atmosphere.

In front of the lead actor, Ye Qingzhi, there were three sets of clothes piled up.

Hu Xiaobing clapped her hands: "OK, go back and try to see if it fits first. If there is no problem, come to a formal rehearsal tomorrow night. Now let's practice walking again."

After a month of rehearsals, the actors of the crew have almost cooperated with each other, and all of them have finished the script.

After going through it twice, crew leader Hu Xiaobing was very satisfied: "Very good, very good, today's rehearsal is over, friends, see you in the cafeteria."

This group of people giggled and slipped out of the classroom to seize the opportunity of the cafeteria.

Ye Qingzhi looked at the three sets of clothes in front of him, coughed lightly, put the skirt on the bottom and put it on: "Go to eat?"

Chen Xun: "Go, go, I'm starving to death."

The two of them tacitly did not mention the conversation last night. On the surface, they still get along with each other as close buddies, maintaining the last subtle and ambiguous distance.

……

As the end of the period approached, time passed quickly, and soon it was the day before New Year's Day, which was the day of the cultural performance.

The art performance started at 02:30 in the afternoon. During the fourth class in the morning, the whole school was already restless. Yan Yan looked at these youngsters helplessly, and did not force them to study quietly. minutes for them to make their own arrangements.

After class, all the students except the crew left happily, and the members of the crew stayed at school at noon to prepare.

"Hey, hey, everyone has eaten lunch, right? Let's put on makeup one by one first! ... Eat what you don't eat, and don't faint on the stage!" Hu Xiaobing told the crew members holding a box of cosmetics, busy Gotta go around.

Chen Xun wore a prince's dress with gold patterns on a white background, and sat on a chair to watch Ye Qingzhi make up.

Ye Qingzhi obviously didn't have much experience in makeup, so he sat on a chair with pins and needles, closed his eyes, and let the borrowed makeup artist—Fang Rou's aunt—make up for him.

The makeup artist was amazed while putting on makeup: "Liangzi has really good skin, white and tender."

Chen Xun pointed at the side: "Hey, don't you wear lipstick? There are also blush and eye shadow."

Ye Qingzhi: "...you shut up."

However, reincarnation of heaven, 15 minutes later, Ye Qingzhi finished her makeup and smiled as she watched Chen Xun being pinned down on the chair just now to accept the punishment.

Chen Xun: "Hey! Hey! Teacher Qingliu, where are you going!"

Ye Qingzhi has already left calmly.

After Chen Xun finished his makeup, Ye Qingzhi still didn't come back.He casually grabbed a crew member: "Dude, where did Qingzhi go?"

The buddy held up the bark prop and shook his head: "I don't know."

Chen Xun could only lean lonely on the railing of the corridor and wait for Ye Qingzhi.

After a few minutes, Chen Xun looked away from the phone screen and looked towards the first floor.

Ye Qingzhi walked towards the teaching building in a small suit.

Chen Xun beamed with joy, and waved: "Qingzhi!...Damn it! Qingzhi be careful!"

Because he waved his hand too much, he threw the phone in his hand out.

Ye Qingzhi heard the sound, looked up at someone who was waiting for him, and grabbed an unidentified object that was flying towards him.

Chen Xun breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately it didn't hit him.

Ye Qingzhi inadvertently glanced at the screen that was still on, and his eyes froze suddenly.

Chen Xun's cell phone wallpaper is a person sleeping on his stomach.

It was Ye Qingzhi who was holding the phone at the moment.

The author has something to say:

Qingzhi:?

It seems... It seems that there is no need to guess whether the object of interest will like boys.