School girls always want to bend me

The use of the word "again" is very spiritual.

Surrounded by noisy and lively voices, a child blew up bubbles, which fell on the concrete floor and then shattered.

Zhang Yawen stood looking at her and reacted for a while: "Again?"

Ye Qiqi pursed his lips and made another typo.

She was silent, not knowing what to say.

Zhang Yawen wore a lotus-colored cotton top today, and a skirt of the same color fell above her knees, revealing a pair of straight and slender legs. Her thick long hair spread over her shoulders. She was a little tired, but she still stood out in the crowd .

"Okay." Ye Qiqi compromised, "My fault."

Zhang Yawen: ...

It sounds perfunctory.

Ye Qiqi really stepped on all the pits that should be stepped on.

Five stations away from the subway line 10 is the place where Zhang Yawen lives.She walked out of the subway entrance and didn't follow the usual route back. She turned a corner and went to a nearby big supermarket.

The first floor and the second floor of the shopping mall are connected, and the second floor is the daily necessities area.Zhang Yawen pushed a shopping cart, and when the coin was pushed down, she glanced down at the tail behind her that had never fallen off. Ye Qixi was scanning the code to drive, and there was a "click", which was the sound of the lock being unlocked.

The two stood one behind the other, keeping a distance not too close or too far.

A bunch of people were crowded in the discount area, Zhang Yawen walked around carefully, and took a box of cranberry yogurt in front of the freezer.

Then the people behind followed suit and took a bottle.

What is this behavior?

Zhang Yawen tentatively took another box of yellow peach flavor, but the other party reached out for the same one.

Zhang Yawen, who was simmering with anger in his heart, did not vent it directly, but looked at her coldly, then turned and walked away.

Pushing the cart to the women's products section, Zhang Yawen took a bag of pink daily necessities, a small bag, very cute.

Just when she thought Ye Qiqi would copy and paste again, several packs of dark night clothes were thrown into her car.

Zhang Yawen was stunned: "?"

Ye Qiqi turned sideways, raised his hand and took another pack of safety pants from the upper shelf and threw it in: "One pack is not enough for you."

Zhang Yawen: ...

Really sweet.

Ye Qiqi was the last one to pay. She walked out empty-handed. There were not many people at this time. Soon, Ye Qiqi followed with a big bag of things.

When I came out, the sun was setting in the west, and the dim sun was hanging on the layers of tall buildings, stretching the figure to be slender.

Ye Qiqi sent her downstairs, but she didn't stay with Ye Qiqi, and walked upstairs alone with a large bag of things.

When I got home, I turned on the air conditioner and plunged my head into the pillow of the sofa, feeling the tiredness of the day flooding my body.

She remembered what Jiang Nian said when she left in the afternoon.

Jiang Nian looked more beautiful from a closer look, and Zhang Yawen felt like she was being compared, whether it was in terms of personal ability or appearance, and then the image of her and Ye Qiqi standing together and laughing flashed in her mind.

"Is there any problem with this year's meeting?" Zhang Yawen asked.

"No." Jiang Nian paused for a moment, then didn't beat around the bush, "It's a personal matter, sorry to bother you, can you give me Ye Qiqi's number?"

Zhang Yawen was surprised, surprised by Jiang Nian's request, and also surprised by her straightforwardness.

There was no response for a while.

Jiang Nian asked, "Is there any inconvenience?"

It's not inconvenient at all, it's just...

Zhang Yawen cautiously probed: "Is there any problem with Qiqi's work?"

Jiang Nian noticed Zhang Yawen's protective desire and temptation, and smiled clearly: "I'm just more interested in her."

interested? ? ? ?

Zhang Yawen: "Huh?"

Then he uttered the words in his heart very directly: "She is a girl!"

"So? Strange?" Jiang Nian asked back.

In the end, Zhang Yawen still didn't give it to her, without Ye Qiqi's consent, she couldn't make a decision on her own.

Zhang Yawen turned over on the sofa with her eyes closed, the pillow rolled to the ground and swayed a few times.

Is it weird to like girls?

She opened her eyes, moved her body to the carpet under the sofa, rested her elbows on her knees to support her chin, her long hair fell to one side, and said to herself, "Jiang Nian... like Qiqi?"

It seemed like this, and she admitted it herself.

What about Ye Qiqi?

Will Ye Qiqi like Jiang Nian?Such an excellent girl.

Zhang Yawen lowered his head a little distractedly, and a very important thought flashed through his head.

Would Ye Qixi like girls?

The whole house was empty, the last light of the setting sun dissipated on the treetops, and night fell to the earth.

The doors and windows of the balcony were open, letting in the evening breeze.

She buried her head in her knees in frustration, her heart was astringent and a little flustered.

Zhang Yawen finally realized that Ye Qiqi's undisguised preference for her these days would come to an end. She would return to her leisurely college life, and she would meet someone she liked.

Her preference will one day belong to someone else.

Thinking of this, my heart feels sore and swollen as if being pinched by someone.

The phone turned on at this time, and several messages flashed on the screen, all from the same person.

She slid away, and it was a WeChat tweet about the lecture announcement for next week. Recently, the two of them were in charge, Ye Qixi doing it, and Zhang Yawen reviewing it.

The first is a tweet preview, the second is a screenshot, and the third is a question [what font size should be used for the text marked in red in the picture. 】

Very naive way of summing.

Zhang Yawen poked Ye Qiqi's head with his mouth pursed, but did not reply to her immediately.

Then an emoji question mark avatar popped up in the dialog box, and a question mark flashed on the yellow head.

Ye Qiqi doesn't use any expressions, chatting with people is a formulaic language, standard commas and periods.She reminded her several times that she could use some cute emoticons, and even sent Ye Qiqi's collection of moving pictures, but the other party turned her down.

But recently, she has become used to using some small expressions when chatting with herself, which is considered a slight improvement.

So for Ye Qiqi, he is not someone who can be discarded at will, is he?

The next day was still a sweltering day, the air conditioner in the office was turned on very loudly, the outdoor unit made a huge noise, and the floor-to-ceiling glass shutters were pulled up early in the morning.

Zhang Yawen and Ye Qiqi wanted to compile a newsletter and an in-depth literary review of yesterday's lecture, because it needed to be sent out at night, and it would take a lot of time from writing to proofreading to negotiating with the other party's staff.

The two of them were busy until dark, and for dinner they just bought a bento from the convenience store downstairs.

Being busy made them temporarily forget the unpleasantness of getting along with each other yesterday.

After the director passed the last review, the tweet was officially sent around [-]:[-] p.m., and the two of them left work with their bags.

The street lights are bright, and the leaves of the sycamore trees rustle in the breeze.

The 24-hour convenience store on the street corner was brightly lit. Zhang Yawen pulled Ye Qiqi into it, and the door opened automatically.

She picked out a vanilla flavored cone from the freezer and handed it to Ye Qiqi.

As if she knew that Ye Qiqi would refuse, she ordered to die first: "Wouldn't it be ridiculous to have a summer without ice cream?"

Ye Qiqi glanced at her, and took it helplessly. Zhang Yawen always had endless fallacies.

Two men stand in front of a huge dumpster tearing the paper off the cones.

The sweet and greasy milky white ice cream is steaming.

Zhang Yawen stretched out the tip of her tongue and licked it. The cold air rushed to every corner of her body. She pursed her lips and asked the people around her, "What kind of person do you like?"

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Sister Yawen is slowly opening up...