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"I, I can sleep on the sofa."

Only then did Qin Fangcong step in, "There is no quilt on the sofa."

Yang Fengyu: "..."

There weren't many people living on the top floor, and the sound insulation was a hundred times stronger than the bottom floor. As soon as Yang Fengyu came in, he threw himself on the sofa by the French window and let out a contented sigh.

"Go to bed," Qin Fangcong patted his calf, "There is no quilt underneath."

Yang Fengyu turned around and stared at Qin Fangcong suspiciously.

The latter took advantage of the situation and pinched his cheek, "They are all men, what are you afraid of?"

As soon as Yang Fengyu said this, he became excited, "I'm not afraid? Who said I was afraid! Just sleep!"

After speaking, he got up with the doll in his arms, and threw himself into the embrace of the big soft bed.

Seeing this, Qin Fangcong's expression relaxed, he chuckled, and turned the light above his head to the darkest, "Go to sleep."

"how about you?"

In the dim light, the eyes of Yang Fengyu, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, were shining brightly, as if someone had sprinkled stars into them.

The neckline of his jacket is a bit wide, revealing a small piece of white and well-defined shoulders and neck. The collarbone is clearly defined, which is very good-looking.

Qin Fangcong rolled his Adam's apple up and down, and said in a hoarse voice, "I still have a job."

"Then...then you should go to bed earlier."

"Ah."

"good night!"

"Good night."

After Qin Fangcong finished speaking, he patted Yang Fengyu's head lightly, and walked to the small room behind the partition by the window.

It was very quiet here, with a faint fragrance. After lying down, Yang Fengyu was still staring at Qin Fangcong's tall back. After a while, his eyelids twitched, and he gradually fell asleep with the question "Where Qin Fangcong will sleep tonight".

Qin Fangcong dealt with the last bit of accompaniment patiently, and when he turned around, Yang Fengyu on the bed was already fast asleep.

Anyway, there are people who are 1.8 meters tall, but they shrink themselves into a small ball on the bed, the quilt is not covered properly, and the puppy doll is still tightly hugged in their arms.

Qin Fangcong covered him with a quilt helplessly, and within 2 minutes, he lifted it off.

After repeated several times, Qin Fangcong simply pressed the quilt and grabbed Yang Fengyu's wrist, controlling him with the quilt from behind.

Yang Fengyu struggled a bit, Qin Fangcong thought he had been woken up, and was about to let go, when Yang Fengyu's warm fingertips groped and grabbed his hand, and subconsciously shrank back, crashing into Qin Fangcong's arms.

The distance between the two is extremely close, almost sticking to each other.

Qin Fangcong smelled two completely different shampoos, and the tip of his nose could almost touch Yang Fengyu's soft hair. His eyes in the dark were all sharp, and his thoughts, which had been well hidden all the time, couldn't stand it.

But in the end Qin Fangcong just pressed the back of Yang Fengyu's head with his thin lips, hugged him tightly, and then turned off the last light by the bedside.

The two of them slept very quietly and had nothing to say all night.

In the past few days, Yang Fengyu has developed a good biological clock, and wakes up on time at [-] o'clock every morning, but maybe because he slept too late last night, when Yang Fengyu woke up leisurely the next day, it was completely dawn.

The class of the program group is mainly one-to-one or one-to-many tuning, and there is no fixed time limit, so Yang Fengyu didn't panic at all, and even wanted to stretch.

As soon as he moved, he realized something was wrong.

Something was holding her waist. Looking down, it was half of Qin Fangcong's arm. The muscles were smooth and the veins and blood vessels were clearly visible.

"Damn it...!" Yang Fengyu cursed in a low voice, then covered his mouth and turned around with his neck stiff.

Before he saw anyone, his ears touched Qin Fangcong's nose first, and his warm breath rushed into Yang Fengyu's ears, instantly his legs went limp.

Yang Fengyu leaned forward, wanting to distance himself, turned his head cautiously, but saw Qin Fangcong's eyes were black and blue.

I don't know when he fell asleep last night.

Not only that, but a small red spot appeared on his chin, which indicated that he had eaten too much oil suddenly.

Yang Fengyu gently removed Qin Fangcong's hand, and moved it out at a speed of one millimeter per second. As soon as he moved to the side of the bed and was about to get up, he was pulled back.

"Fuck!"

This time Yang Fengyu couldn't control his voice, because his body sensation returned with his consciousness, he could clearly feel his back pressing against Qin Fangcong's chest, and he could even feel his heartbeat clearly.

Yang Fengyu's heart was beating fast, he turned around hesitantly, and saw Qin Fangcong still had his eyes closed.

After relaxing, Yang Fengyu actually didn't want to break free.

Hugging is a very good experience, but it has been a long time since no one has hugged Yang Fengyu in such a real way, except Qin Fangcong.

Although it was strange to say it, Yang Fengyu inexplicably felt a great sense of security.

"What?"

Qin Fangcong still didn't open his eyes, his voice was lower than usual with the laziness of just waking up.

"Cough..." Yang Fengyu cleared his throat, "Well, I'll use you as a pillow, can I pay off the debt?"

Qin Fangcong opened his eyes suddenly, his gaze fell into Yang Fengyu's, and he raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Okay, hug fifty."

Yang Fengyu thought it was worth it, and nodded decisively.

Qin Fangcong let go of the arm that had been around Yang Fengyu's slender waist, tapped the back of Yang Fengyu's head with his fingers, and said in a low voice, "What do you think about all day long?"

Inexplicably, Yang Fengyu felt a little guilty, turned over, still holding the doll in his arms, the pinnae of his ears were so red that it was about to bleed, and he was still speaking stiffly: "I didn't think about it, really."

"Go wash up." Qin Fangcong also stood up.

Yang Fengyu brought the toiletries and the clothes to be changed last night. Hearing what Qin Fangcong said, he felt a little strange no matter how he thought about it.

After thinking about it carefully, it was still strange to suddenly sleep on the same bed.

Yang Fengyu changed into a sleeveless vest, and his underdeveloped biceps bulged slightly when he brushed his teeth. He looked very thin and had no muscles at all.

Qin Fangcong also walked into the bathroom after him and stood half a meter behind Yang Fengyu. He was wearing a black T-shirt with his sleeves rolled up, revealing his muscular arms and tattoos.

The two stood in front of each other, and the difference in body shape became more and more obvious.

"Do you lift iron too?" Yang Fengyu asked, staring at Qin Fangcong in the mirror, spitting the foam out of his mouth.

Qin Fangcong said lightly: "Normal fitness."

Yang Fengyu's gaze slid down to his flat stomach, "Then do you have abdominal muscles?"

Hearing this, Qin Fangcong casually lifted the corners of his clothes, his abs were neat but not exaggerated, very nice.

Yang Fengyu touched his own. Although there was no fat, it was soft and there was no sign of abdominal muscles. "I also want to go to the gym, but I don't have abdominal muscles."

"I know." Qin Fangcong put down his glass and raised an eyebrow at him.

"Grass!" Yang Fengyu tiptoed slightly, "Are you molesting me!"

"The 50 yuan is gone, if you don't want to sleep with me, stop swearing."

"You...!" Yang Fengyu was so angry that he didn't dare to speak, "Why are you full of bad water! You can't accompany me, vulgar! Pornographic!"

Qin Fangcong patted the top of his head, as if trying to figure out what this little head was thinking, but was slapped away.

"Old hooligan," Yang Fengyu went out blushing, and stopped at the door, "Does your student know that you are this kind of person?"

Qin Fangcong chuckled lightly, but did not speak.

"However... your tattoo is pretty pretty." Yang Fengyu said again, "When did you get it?"

"The day you came of age."

I don't know why, rappers always like tattoos very much, and they get a large tattoo every time.

And Yang Fengyu didn't have a word on his body, the reason was that he didn't think the tattoos had any meaning, and tattoos were quite important to him.

should make sense.

Yang Fengyu suddenly wanted to ask Qin Fangcong, did he tattoo the shape of the tree because of the promise he made when he was a child?So what if they never run into each other again?

In the end Yang Fengyu didn't ask anything, just said: "When I find the pattern I want to tattoo, I want to tattoo it too."

"All right," Qin Fangcong said, "it's fine if you're not afraid of being scolded by your father."

Yang Fengyu's expression froze: "Then I'll tattoo it where I can't see it without taking off my clothes, I'll tattoo it here! I still don't believe he can see it!"

Qin Fangcong's eyes dimmed, and his eyes slid over his waist, and landed on the place he was pointing at - the thigh.

"Tattooing is not a trivial matter," Qin Fangcong swallowed, "Don't be impulsive."

The large tattoo on his body was not on his spur of the moment.

"What about you?" Yang Fengyu asked suddenly, "Why do you have tattoos?"

Qin Fangcong was startled, his expression changed slightly, and he took two steps closer to Yang Fengyu, "Don't you know why I have tattoos?"

"I know! What I mean is, why did you..." Yang Fengyu felt a change of taste as he spoke, "I don't know how to say it, that is, is it really for me to recognize you when I meet you again?" ?”

Qin Fangcong listened patiently to his words, chuckled lightly, and poked the top of his head with his index finger, "Fool."

"Damn it?" Yang Fengyu frowned immediately, and shouted at his back, "Why are you still attacking personally!"

Qin Fangcong waved his hands behind his back, and didn't look back. Yang Fengyu stood there for a while, his eyes following Qin Fangcong, and the temperature on his face dropped after a while.

"What are you looking at me for?" Qin Fangcong turned around and asked, "Did you finish washing?"

Yang Fengyu recovered and smiled at him: "Let's write songs together when we have time."

Qin Fangcong was slightly startled, then nodded: "It can be done at any time."

After finally washing and tossing, Yang Fengyu suddenly found a red spot on his own chin. Sure enough, people can't suddenly eat too greasy, this is the consequence.

Qin Fangcong's chin is almost the same. They are both white, and the red is particularly conspicuous in comparison.

Yang Fengyu was originally frowning, but when he looked at Qin Fangcong's chin, he suddenly thought of something, and his brows stretched.

Sapling didn't wear a mask when he was online yesterday.

I don't know if there will be opportunities to meet Sapling offline in the later stage, as long as he sees a real person, even if he covers his face, Yang Fengyu can tell whether it is Qin Fangcong or not.

"Then I'm going to class first. It's in a studio near the venue. I don't know if Teacher Sapling will come."

Qin Fangcong squinted his eyes inexplicably.

"We're going to record a group in the afternoon, and this weekend is the first time the group will perform in public, and the result is that we'll be eliminated. It's a bit exciting."

"What are you afraid of?" Qin Fangcong said, "You won't be eliminated."

Yang Fengyu smiled, "Are you so confident in me?"

"I've always had faith in you."

Yang Fengyu was inexplicably more relaxed, and after saying goodbye to Qin Fangcong, he went to the studio unhurriedly.

When I arrived, I realized that it was exactly the same as during the training camp. Even the teachers were similar. They would check the places where the lyrics needed to be revised and the accompaniment, or the style of the stage performance, or just take vocal music lessons.

Not to mention Sapling, there is not even a video.

Thinking about it, it must have cost a lot of money to invite Sapling. Their time is so precious, how can they come to teach them when they have time.

Thinking so, Yang Fengyu stayed here honestly until the recording of the show started in the afternoon.He didn't learn vocal music systematically before, relying purely on his sense of pitch, he can gain a lot from the training camp every day.

He sometimes even thought that if he could make good use of his talent and choose to take the art test in high school instead of being a science student following the rules, maybe he wouldn't waste a few years.

Dropping out of school is not a good thing, especially when you are not sure whether the so-called "dream" is true or not.

Yang Fengyu knew he was very lucky, he met Bole, not everyone has such good luck.

What's even more rare is that this Bole is not just as simple as Bole to him.

It was Qin Fangcong, and also his elder brother Xiaoshu.

It was the one who made Yang Fengyu want to sing "Private Romance" for the first time.