Senior, follow me

Yan Zicheng leaned forward slightly, looked at the computer screen carefully, and exposed his back to the boy behind him unpreparedly.Fang Qiao looked at the figure of Yan Zicheng with his back to her, and couldn't help being a little dazed. As always, the light-colored shirt smoothly outlined his thin back and slender waist. Although he was sitting on a chair, he was still standing upright out of habit. The back is straight, revealing an almost stubborn character, tall and straight like a bamboo, which makes people yearn for.

Fang Qiao watched, and suddenly felt an urge to hug him.This feeling is familiar. It is the same as when he hid in the tall radio room in high school and carefully looked at the handsome and tall young man downstairs. He wanted to get close to him and hug him. Such desire and impulse, In the past few years, it has never been reduced at all.

"What's wrong with you? Come here quickly." Of course, Yan Zicheng didn't know what Fang Qiao was thinking. He was scanning the densely packed small characters on the screen, and noticed that Fang Qiao didn't respond, and urged him without looking back.

"Ah, okay..." Fang Qiao was taken aback, hesitated for a moment, and leaned over, leaned slightly, put his hands on the table, and put his chin close to Yan Zicheng's ear, forming an ambiguous posture.

At least for Fang Qiao, this posture is very ambiguous.His chest is only a few centimeters away from Yan Zicheng's back, and his lips are only a little bit close to the other's earlobe. The tip of his nose can smell the fresh grass-like smell in the boy's hair. This man is bigger than himself. The figure of a boy of a few years old is very thin, and it feels just right to be sandwiched between his arms.This is a posture that is easy to make people fantasize about. Fang Qiao lowered his head slightly, and couldn't help but imagine that the person in his arms actually belonged to him...

He couldn't control his own desires and thoughts, as if possessed by a demon, his chest slowly dropped, and finally gently pressed against Yan Zicheng's back.

At that moment, Yan Zicheng was taken aback, and suddenly there was a warm feeling on his back. It was a unique temperature that only belonged to young people, and it was very strange to Yan Zicheng.

He has been in poor health since he was a child, and had to stay away from the crowd. Coupled with his sexual orientation, he subconsciously avoided physical contact with others. Even with Yang Ze, he habitually kept a "safe distance" .But now, Fang Qiao, a brat who is two years younger than himself, dares to lean in so silently and make such an ambiguous posture?

If Yan Zicheng was a cat, then he must have blown his hair all over by now.

"You—" The closeness of someone he wasn't familiar with made him uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but speak in a bad tone.

"Senior, there is a typo here." He was about to get angry, but Fang Qiao spoke before him and interrupted him, "It's here, you can change it."

The body behind his back pressed forward, and Yan Zicheng could clearly feel the smooth muscle lines of the other party. The boy stretched out his slender fingers, tapped the computer screen lightly, pointed out the hidden typo, and then retracted Gone, leaving with his fingers, and his hot and firm chest.

Uh……?

Yan Zicheng was stunned, his first reaction was that he was ridiculously self-indulgent, and his ears turned red from embarrassment.

That's right, where are there so many gays in this world?You can't take it for granted that others are too just because you are... Yan Zicheng scolded himself in his heart.He felt very ashamed, his heart was in a panic, and his mind was wandering.

Fang Qiao lowered her head slightly, looked at Yan Zicheng's red ears, and finally pursed the corners of her mouth and secretly smiled.

For the rest of the proofreading, Yan Zicheng did a mess, Fang Qiao took the opportunity to point out the typo, and went forward several times, pretending to be selfish and eating a lot of tofu, but he was very satisfied.

Finally finished!The document finally reached the last page, and this inexplicable torment was over. Yan Zicheng, who was made uncomfortable by Fang Qiao, heaved a sigh of relief, copied the script with a USB flash drive and handed it to the other party, and drove away without hesitation. "That's it, you can take it back and hand it over."

Fang Qiao took the USB flash drive, thanked her with a smile, and then asked, "When is the senior going to treat me to dinner? I'm looking forward to it."

The atmosphere during proofreading was too weird, and Yan Zicheng suddenly didn't want to see the junior brother who made him look ugly again, so he just casually said: "In two days, when I'm busy for a while, I will definitely treat you to a good meal." !"

At this moment, Yang Ze finally woke up. When he opened his eyes and saw no one, he shouted in a hoarse voice, "Zicheng, give me some water, I'm dying of thirst!"

"Okay, here we come!" Yan Zicheng replied, and told Fang Qiao that you should go back first, and hurried to pour water for Yang Ze.

There was a sound of rubbing clothes.

"Are you better?"

"Enn, give me some water to drink, and I'll be fine."

"Go to the doctor next time, look at you, you've been sleeping all day..."

"It's okay. Isn't it because of you? You are more reliable than doctors. With you here, I'm sure I'll be fine."

"You are poor!"

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Fang Qiao stood outside the door, listening to the intermittent chatter coming from the room, a little lost in thought.

Different from the gentle and alienation when talking to him, what Yan Zicheng showed when facing Yang Ze was unrestrained laughter and cursing - as many people have said, their relationship is really good.

Not wanting to listen any more, Fang Qiao slowly closed the door, cut off the subtle voices of the two, and left quickly.

A month later, Fang Qiao ushered in his first big day since entering Taiwan.

The radio station at noon was very noisy. This time happened to be when people were coming and going on campus, and it was also the most suitable time for broadcasting.

"Xiao Fang, it's the first independent broadcast today, how do you feel?" Chen Le walked into the studio with a stack of manuscripts in his arms, and saw Fang Qiao who was sitting there debugging the microphone at a glance, stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder , asked with a smile.

He quite admires this junior, he is neither humble nor overbearing, hardworking and willing to work, and most importantly, he is really talented, whether it is broadcasting or social management, he can do everything in an orderly manner.To have such a reliable junior is really a blessing for a broadcasting station in the transition period.

"Brother, you're here. To be honest, I'm quite nervous..." Fang Qiao rubbed his nose and answered Chen Le's question.

"Really? Didn't you stay in the radio station for three years when you were in high school? You should have gotten used to broadcasting, and still feel nervous?"

"Of course I'm nervous. There are so many people watching. If I don't do well, wouldn't it be embarrassing for everyone? My heart is trembling..." Chen Le laughed out loud, Fang Qiao pursed his lips in joy, but smiled wryly in his heart. He was indeed nervous, but not because of the upcoming broadcast, but because of Yan Zicheng.

In the past few days, newcomers in Taiwan have been "showing up" one after another, which can be regarded as a major event in Taiwan.How well the newcomers perform and how they are received by the student community will directly affect the future fate of the radio station. As senior leaders of the student class, Yan Zicheng and Yang Ze naturally have to spare time to watch, so they are now Standing outside the transparent glass wall of the studio, he focused on observing the situation inside.

This is indeed Fang Qiao's most nervous broadcasting experience in the past few years.

It's not that Yan Zicheng has never heard the broadcasts he made before, but hearing and seeing are two completely different concepts after all.Now he is sitting on a soft chair in the studio, and when he looks up, he can see Yan Zicheng's serious handsome face with a bit of indifference, and that tall and straight back like a strong bamboo. He felt a huge pressure, which made him restless.Fang Qiao clenched his fists quietly, only to realize that his palms were a little wet, and he was sweating nervously without knowing it.

I thought I had grown a lot, enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with Yan Zicheng, but I didn't expect that this man's aura is so fierce, just a look in his eyes can make him startled...

It turned out that there was still a long way to go... Fang Qiao lowered her head slightly, hiding the sudden disappointment in her heart.

"Don't worry, you will be able to do well. Keep calm and perform normally." Suddenly, Chen Le's voice came from beside her ears. Fang Qiao raised her head and met the boy's hearty smiling face. The manuscript was handed to him, and he encouraged, "Convey your feelings and ideas to more people. As long as you can do this, you will be successful."

The manuscript in his hand was heavy, but it didn't look cumbersome. Fang Qiao was holding the thick stack of letter papers, a little dazed—this brother Chen Le, who was usually crazy and not serious, but at critical moments, he could always say something. The words are meaningful and thought-provoking.

After thinking about it for a while, Fang Qiao nodded gratefully, and thanked with a smile, "I see, thank you brother."

Miraculously, Chen Le's few words successfully calmed Fang Qiao's restless heart.

What Chen Le said was right, Yan Zicheng's existence would indeed bring him a lot of psychological pressure, but as an announcer, he always had his own persistence and ideals in his heart.

It has always been his desire and pursuit to convey his emotions and thoughts to more and further places. At this time today, on this occasion, if he lets his feelings influence his heart, it is probably not just a dream. Defilement is a desecration of love.

It is indeed important to like this emotion, but it cannot override everything.

Today's broadcast, no matter what, can't go wrong.

After the microphone had been adjusted, the manuscripts for the upcoming broadcast had been put away by categories. Fang Qiao rushed outside and gestured OK. Yan Zicheng squinted his eyes slightly and waved his hand to signal that the noon broadcast had officially started.

"Everyone, every teacher, good afternoon, I'm Fang Qiao. Today, I will be the host of the "Friends" column, and I will accompany you through the next two hours, sharing the joys and sorrows in life... ..."

Fang Qiao is indeed the best among the freshmen. Although he could hear the slight tension and dryness in his voice when he first spoke, he quickly adjusted his voice, and his pronunciation and sentences became smoother. He got up, and at the same time, he was constantly changing his breathing rate. After the opening remarks, he successfully reached the perfect state.

"Junior Brother Fang is really not simple. I saw the right person at the beginning." It was the first time for Yang Ze to see the freshman who entered the state so quickly, and he couldn't help sighing.

"He is indeed very good." Yan Zicheng looked at Fang Qiao, who was dedicated and devoted in the studio, with a smile of appreciation on the corner of his mouth. He has strong ability, high understanding, and more importantly, he has a powerful enough The mind can withstand high pressure.It is indeed the radio station's luck to have such a junior, and it is also his luck.

This heavy burden on the shoulders may be considered to be unloaded.Yan Zicheng looked at Fang Qiao meaningfully, and made a secret decision in his heart.

The author has something to say: welcome little angels to comment, collect and moleste~

Desire dissatisfaction ing!

Next time notice:

Fang (with confidence): Why are you only called senior?Because the senior is my idol, the one I really, really like!

Yan (covering his face and speechless): Oh my god, it's so embarrassing, who is going to drag this guy out!