The September sun was blazing.The air conditioner in the room was running quietly. On the double bed, Wen Song fell into a deep sleep, with half of his face buried in the pillow and his breathing was not smooth, his cheeks were dizzy and blushing.
The phone vibrated by the bed.As if he had never heard of it, he hugged the quilt and turned over, avoiding the sunlight leaking in through the gap in the curtains, and curled up under the quilt wearily.
The temperature is too low.The pillows were too soft, the bed was too hard, and the smell was cloudy.
Not the usual sleeping room.
The vibrating sound keeps on grinding people's mind together with the uncomfortable environment.Half asleep and half awake, he fumbled around on the bed, finally found the phone and stuck it to his ear, he was still dizzy, "Who?"
"Who else is it, you blue nanny."
There was a shrill car horn on the other end of the call.
"how do you feel?"
It sucks.
The throat was dry and sore, as if it had been sandpapered, probably the aftereffect of waking up from a hangover.He cleared his throat slowly and coughed several times.When he spoke again, the ending sound was lingering and waxy, "Hmm... what time is it?"
"Five minutes to eleven. I knew you'd have to sleep until then."
Lan Lan turned the steering wheel and turned left, the hotel was at the next intersection, "I'm almost there. Get up and wash up, young master, you still have classes in the afternoon."
"understood."
Only then did he sit up slowly, only to feel backache and back pain, and his whole body was not right.
The shirt was crumpled, two buttons were undone, and the collar slid down to the shoulders.He glanced at the curtains, took off his body that smelled of alcohol, stepped on it, and walked into the bathroom desperately.
The warm water poured down from the top of the head, and the chaotic sounds, colors, lights and shadows in the mind were automatically played back.
Last night was a community dinner.After the transition to the nightclub, he was drunk, and his last impression was a group of demons dancing wildly, and the people around him shouted and drank alcohol in all kinds of strange postures.
Everyone seemed to be enjoying it.It's a pity that he didn't get any fun out of it. When he woke up, he was tired physically and mentally, and felt a little nauseous.
Wen Song sighed, turned off the shower, thought about it, went out and opened the door, and came back to squat in the bathtub and wait.
A moment later someone rang the doorbell.His voice came from the bathroom, "Push directly."
"Fuck, why don't you close the door."
Lan Lan came in with a bag, stood outside the bathroom and knocked on the door, "Clothes."
There was the sound of splashing water in the bathroom.Wen Song stood up from the bathtub and stretched out a hand through the door, "Where is it?"
His skin was thin, soaked in hot water, the blood on the fat and white skin turned into a warm pink.With the aroma of shower gel, the wrinkled fingers scratched randomly in the air.
"Here it is."
Lan Lan was amused, hung the bag on his wrist, approached the bed, picked up the dirty clothes on the ground and threw them into the trash can.
After waiting for another minute, Wen Song changed into clean clothes and came out, hooking his fingers around his waist, "The underwear is a bit small."
"I guess I took it. It's your ass/butt that is too high... Hey! Stop!"
He wanted to take it off immediately.Lan Lan had no temper at all, and tried to stop her while persuading her, "It's even more uncomfortable to wear the pants directly. It's a one-off, let's make do with it for a long time."
Wen Song pursed his lips and remained silent for a few seconds to express his dissatisfaction.I can only just pick up the phone and follow him out, then check out the room and go to the parking lot, "Did I vomit in your car yesterday?"
"Hey, no. Now you care if my car is a bit late...Damn."
It wasn't until halfway through the conversation that Lan Lan realized that this picky young master didn't really care about the car, he clearly disliked it.
"Sit down, it's very clean."
It's a white Cayenne.Wen Song has no research on cars, and the models look similar. Among a row of pure white, beige, white and silver cars, he can't tell which one is his. He only remembers the license plate number. When he talks about it, it is "that white R41" .
"This is the only car I have in City C."
He bought it for his family when he was admitted to university, and he cherishes it himself, driving very carefully.
In the car was the fragrance that Wen Song helped to pick out.Smelling the fruity scent of grapes, the person in the back seat felt a little better, and leaned against the car window and asked, "Are my glasses here?"
His degree is not high, and whether he wears glasses or not has little effect on his daily life.I didn't see it in the hotel room, so Lan Lan probably put it in the car when he picked him up.
"exist."
Lan Lan picked it out from the storage box in the front seat and threw it to him. With familiar movements and tone, she brought up what happened the night before and gloated.
"They don't really want you to parade in women's clothes."
It was a booing game at the wine table, and the one who got drunk first had to parade around the campus in women's clothing on the school anniversary.
Wen Song went to the bathroom halfway, and was innocently targeted after returning.The alcohol capacity was not good at first, so it was logical that he became the unlucky one who won the bid.
"Hey, I'm too ashamed to think about it. It's faster to drop out of school."
"Why are you so ashamed?"
Wen Song wiped his glasses slowly, not quite understanding, "It's just wearing a skirt."
The tone of the question was so sincere that Lan Lan was speechless.
He remembered the first time the two met in middle school.In physical education class, Wen Song dislocated his right hand and asked him how to get to the infirmary. He pushed his glasses with his left hand calmly, looked at the dangling arm on the other side and said calmly, "Ah, my arm seems to be broken."
The appearance of not changing his face is simply a god.
Thinking about it this way, it doesn't seem strange that he can calmly accept the unavoidable punishment of being coaxed by a group of people.
Wen Song even thought it would be better if they said it earlier, "If I can choose, I don't want to be forced to drink."
It's not about naked/running.It's better than having a night out drunk and miserable.
Things were complicated at the beginning of school, and Lan Lan also had a party last night. It was too late when she saw the phone call to pick him up, so she only had time to take him to the hotel to settle down. "Don't tell your old man. You should keep it a secret when you come out to play in the future, or I will be scolded along with you."
The two have a good family relationship, they have been in the same class all the time, and they were admitted to C University together this year, so they should take care of each other.
"I know. I won't go in the future." It's better to go to the library to read comics. "What day is it?"
"Wednesday, what's the matter?"
He flicked his phone, his tone a little disappointed, "Teacher Chengshi's serial will be updated tomorrow."
"...What kind of primary school student's hobby are you doing?"
"It's art."
Wen Song corrected seriously.
"Hey, okay. Art."
Lan Lan felt amused, "You're a physics student, and your hobbies are quite unique."
Lan Lan is a software engineer, and with a little luck, she got into C University.Wen Song is different. This year, he ranked first in the city in terms of total score. When he filled out his volunteer application, he chose the ace major of C University, Physics.
He has been loved by his family since he was a child, and he has no worries about food and clothing, and he doesn't have to worry about inheriting the family business if he has an older brother.He is only a freshman, and his whole family supports him to continue his studies in graduate school, and he will be fine without leaving the laboratory for the rest of his life.
Lan Lan was worried about the "primary school students" who had just entered university, "Do you know why those people teamed up to drink you?"
Wen Song turned off the phone, and his face was reflected on the blacked out screen: "Because I have good facial features?"
"..."
Lan Lan earnestly said: "Because you look easy to bully."
It's not just "correct facial features".
Wen Song has a kind of calmness beyond ordinary people. He usually speaks and does things slowly. Black-rimmed glasses cover half of his face. Normally speaking, he should look dull and dull.
But he happens to be very attractive.Especially after taking off the glasses, it is the type that is easy for people to see in. The more you look at it, the more you can't move your eyes. There is a natural...attractive in the small movements and subtle expressions.
Lan Lan was a straight man, so he couldn't tell what was going on, but he could only attribute it to a high-level buff that only a pampered young master would have.
At the beginning, he didn't feel it, but when his family told him to have a good relationship with Wen Song, he still hated it and didn't want to do it. He thought that "I'm too kind" to take care of him, thinking that he would be able to deal with the family for a while.
When I come back to my senses, I have been used to him until now.
This is not going to college, but he is still working hard as a nanny for him.
"No one will bully me."
Wen Song put on his glasses, and said casually, in that arrogant tone, "Isn't there still you?"
"..."
How can I take care of you for the rest of my life.
Lan Lan felt helpless, and could only think about it for a while, "Where should we go for dinner?"
"Go straight back to school and go to the cafeteria."
The young master is not picky about food, as long as he has an appetite, the roadside stalls and Michelin stars are treated equally.It's just that I just woke up from a hangover and had no appetite at all. After walking around the cafeteria, I only had a bowl of fruit.
Fortunately, the fruit is fresh, and it feels better physically and mentally after eating it.After two hours of battery life, Wen Song returned to the dormitory without turning a corner.
He only comes back for two days on Tuesdays and Wednesdays when he has evening classes.Knowing that I have many things to do, I usually live off-campus.
I don't need others to accommodate, and I don't want to wrong myself to accommodate others.
There is an independent bathroom in the dormitory. Although it is too small to turn around, it can be used.He wanted to come back to take a shower and change into comfortable clothes, but after entering the door, his eyes were first attracted by the milky purple of the bedside.
There are two bunk beds in this dormitory for four people.He is the lower bunk next to the door, bed No. 2.The classmate who sleeps on his upper bunk in bed No. 1 doesn't go back to the dormitory very often, and hasn't had a face-to-face meeting for more than half a month since school started.
I only occasionally heard from my roommate that he was a famous figure in the school, and his personality was not very friendly. Since then, I have made up the image of Schrödinger's school bully.
At this time, Schrödinger's school bully had a short skirt with a light purple plaid hanging on the bed of the school bully, which was very cute.
Wen Song thought to himself, this group of people love to watch the excitement too much.I have to wear it on the school anniversary, why did I buy it so early.
It's still hanging by the bedside of someone's upper bunk, looking for something to do.
Without thinking about it, he took off his skirt and threw it on his bed. He dug out the water card and realized that the dormitory would only have hot water after five o'clock in the evening.
Another half hour.It was too much trouble to go out again, so I could only sit by the bed and brush Weibo to pass the time.
Only then did he see the message from the netizen.
[Little Black Fan: Congratulations on being admitted to your favorite university]
[Little Black Fan: I am also in City C]
【Little Black Fan: Let's meet】
It was a private message I received last night.
Wen Song subconsciously sat up straight, rubbing the knuckles of his index finger against the tip of his nose, which was his usual posture when he was seriously considering something.
The little black fan met Qin Tan in the comment area and was a fan of Qin Tan.
Wen Song didn't know much about Qin Qin himself, but when he saw his favorite painter Cheng Shi posted about this "treasure" on Weibo in his first year of high school, he followed the clues.
He is not keen on music, and his appreciation level is average, but since he is a singer that Mr. Cheng Shi likes, Ai Wu Ji Wu, when he brushes Qin Qin's blog, he will like it and check in and leave a sentence "Come on".In fact, I haven't even heard a song in its entirety.
At that time, there were only a few people in Qin Tan's comment section, which could be counted on one hand.It wasn't until the masterpiece "Almost Normal" became popular that the comment area became lively.
The new little fans are "pregnant ears" and "husband day me" every day, and all of them can speak well.There is no shortage of emotionless check-in machines to warm up the scene, and Wen Song never showed up in the comment area.
Maybe it's because the back view of the retired man was too free and easy, which attracted the attention of this little black fan.
In the private message chat records, the first time they spoke was when the other party asked a question.
[Qin Tan's special trumpet: Don't you like the new song? 】
"XX special trumpet" is a common naming format for xx fans.He later changed the remark to a small black fan because the fan was really strange. Sometimes he would blow up Qin Qin's songs and think he was a genius, and other times he would say that Qin Qin's songs were all rubbish.
No matter whether it is boasting or spraying, it is true feelings, and it jumps repeatedly between the two extremes every once in a while.I haven't seen any real fans. Whenever there is a new song, I will still come to him to discuss it, and then I will dance again and again.
Obviously, it is the depth of love that leads to such a tortuous mental journey.It's the little black fan who has really hammered it.
Just weird.
very funny.
Wen Song likes weird people.
In Qin Qin's few Weibo interactions in the past, he and the little black fans were unshakable like contestants, and it was hard not to notice.At first, I chatted a few words with the idea of being polite, but I never thought that I would chat from high school to university.
I have been a netizen for two years, and the topics of the conversation besides Qin Qin will of course also involve other things. The overall feeling is that it is quite easy to chat.
Now that we are in the same city, it seems okay to meet up naturally.
[Warm water delivery service: Sorry, I played with my classmates very late yesterday, and I only saw your message now]
【Warm water service: What time and place? 】
Don't feel like I'll be hearing back anytime soon.Wen Song put down his phone after sending the message, his eyes were attracted by the little skirt again, and he held it in his hand to look at it.
The color is nice.White and purple grid, light, is his favorite color scheme.
He has a collection of clothes ranging from light purple to gray purple to cream purple in his closet, but it seems that this is the first time he has received purple checked clothes.
She didn't wear a skirt either.Don't know what it looks like to wear.
He was a little curious, and there was no one in the left and right dormitories, so he simply changed to try.
Everything else is okay, but the waist is a little tight.
The fabric is not very elastic, and the zipper can close most of it. It is a bit difficult to pull it to the top. It is estimated that the waist needs to be put down.
In fact, it was a little bit close.Thinking about pulling his belly in and taking a deep breath, he should try harder. He just took half a breath when the door of the dormitory was pushed open.
The person who came was tall and hurried.In the hot and dry weather in September, it seemed as if a gust of cold wind had blown in, and he walked over as if he hadn't seen him, and stood by the bed, aligning the textbooks in his hand on the upper bunk.
When I turned around to leave, I realized that there was still someone here, and my busy steps stopped abruptly.
"what are you doing?"
"..."
Wen Song replied honestly, "Try on the skirt."
Finally had the opportunity to see the appearance of the classmate in bed No. 1 clearly.It is not known whether the school bully is not the school bully, but he must be right.
He has a very striking face.It's the kind of handsome that can make people's heart tremble at the first glance, with excellent skin and bones.Light-colored eyes, when looking down, are born with a certain kind of high-cold aura, perhaps it should be called the common problem of the flower of Gaoling.
It's just that the expression is a little strange.
His eyes fell on the purple skirt, and his tone was complicated, "That's mine."
Wen Song was taken aback for a moment, and then realized what he was thinking.
No wonder he saw the skirt hanging beside his bed when he came back.
The person who is looking for trouble is actually me?
"I thought... sorry, I'll take it off and return it to you."
In this kind of scene, people who have always been calm will also feel at a loss.Wen Song showed an apologetic expression, pressed the zipper on the side waist and pulled it to the end, revealing the black underwear.
The pure black cloth wraps the soft white flesh around the waist, which is slightly caught in a strangle mark, and the color difference is particularly conspicuous.
He looked away and said coldly, "Don't take it off."
Wen Song's hands paused, and he could understand.
It was because the skirt was worn, he didn't want it anymore.
Anybody else would feel a little bit wrong.But Wen Song himself also belongs to this type of serious problem, but he can understand it. In addition, he was reckless and wronged first, so he nodded with a good attitude and said, "Then I will buy a new one——"
"Qin Tan?"
The conversation is interrupted. The roommate on bed 3 pushed open the door and came in yelling, "You are in the dormitory, next door... what are you two doing?"
Qin Qin nodded symbolically, and left the dormitory without giving him another look.
Sure enough, not very friendly.
Wen Song sighed in his heart, and the next second, he looked at the back of the disappearing figure outside the door, knowing it later.
"what is his name?"
The phone vibrated by the bed.As if he had never heard of it, he hugged the quilt and turned over, avoiding the sunlight leaking in through the gap in the curtains, and curled up under the quilt wearily.
The temperature is too low.The pillows were too soft, the bed was too hard, and the smell was cloudy.
Not the usual sleeping room.
The vibrating sound keeps on grinding people's mind together with the uncomfortable environment.Half asleep and half awake, he fumbled around on the bed, finally found the phone and stuck it to his ear, he was still dizzy, "Who?"
"Who else is it, you blue nanny."
There was a shrill car horn on the other end of the call.
"how do you feel?"
It sucks.
The throat was dry and sore, as if it had been sandpapered, probably the aftereffect of waking up from a hangover.He cleared his throat slowly and coughed several times.When he spoke again, the ending sound was lingering and waxy, "Hmm... what time is it?"
"Five minutes to eleven. I knew you'd have to sleep until then."
Lan Lan turned the steering wheel and turned left, the hotel was at the next intersection, "I'm almost there. Get up and wash up, young master, you still have classes in the afternoon."
"understood."
Only then did he sit up slowly, only to feel backache and back pain, and his whole body was not right.
The shirt was crumpled, two buttons were undone, and the collar slid down to the shoulders.He glanced at the curtains, took off his body that smelled of alcohol, stepped on it, and walked into the bathroom desperately.
The warm water poured down from the top of the head, and the chaotic sounds, colors, lights and shadows in the mind were automatically played back.
Last night was a community dinner.After the transition to the nightclub, he was drunk, and his last impression was a group of demons dancing wildly, and the people around him shouted and drank alcohol in all kinds of strange postures.
Everyone seemed to be enjoying it.It's a pity that he didn't get any fun out of it. When he woke up, he was tired physically and mentally, and felt a little nauseous.
Wen Song sighed, turned off the shower, thought about it, went out and opened the door, and came back to squat in the bathtub and wait.
A moment later someone rang the doorbell.His voice came from the bathroom, "Push directly."
"Fuck, why don't you close the door."
Lan Lan came in with a bag, stood outside the bathroom and knocked on the door, "Clothes."
There was the sound of splashing water in the bathroom.Wen Song stood up from the bathtub and stretched out a hand through the door, "Where is it?"
His skin was thin, soaked in hot water, the blood on the fat and white skin turned into a warm pink.With the aroma of shower gel, the wrinkled fingers scratched randomly in the air.
"Here it is."
Lan Lan was amused, hung the bag on his wrist, approached the bed, picked up the dirty clothes on the ground and threw them into the trash can.
After waiting for another minute, Wen Song changed into clean clothes and came out, hooking his fingers around his waist, "The underwear is a bit small."
"I guess I took it. It's your ass/butt that is too high... Hey! Stop!"
He wanted to take it off immediately.Lan Lan had no temper at all, and tried to stop her while persuading her, "It's even more uncomfortable to wear the pants directly. It's a one-off, let's make do with it for a long time."
Wen Song pursed his lips and remained silent for a few seconds to express his dissatisfaction.I can only just pick up the phone and follow him out, then check out the room and go to the parking lot, "Did I vomit in your car yesterday?"
"Hey, no. Now you care if my car is a bit late...Damn."
It wasn't until halfway through the conversation that Lan Lan realized that this picky young master didn't really care about the car, he clearly disliked it.
"Sit down, it's very clean."
It's a white Cayenne.Wen Song has no research on cars, and the models look similar. Among a row of pure white, beige, white and silver cars, he can't tell which one is his. He only remembers the license plate number. When he talks about it, it is "that white R41" .
"This is the only car I have in City C."
He bought it for his family when he was admitted to university, and he cherishes it himself, driving very carefully.
In the car was the fragrance that Wen Song helped to pick out.Smelling the fruity scent of grapes, the person in the back seat felt a little better, and leaned against the car window and asked, "Are my glasses here?"
His degree is not high, and whether he wears glasses or not has little effect on his daily life.I didn't see it in the hotel room, so Lan Lan probably put it in the car when he picked him up.
"exist."
Lan Lan picked it out from the storage box in the front seat and threw it to him. With familiar movements and tone, she brought up what happened the night before and gloated.
"They don't really want you to parade in women's clothes."
It was a booing game at the wine table, and the one who got drunk first had to parade around the campus in women's clothing on the school anniversary.
Wen Song went to the bathroom halfway, and was innocently targeted after returning.The alcohol capacity was not good at first, so it was logical that he became the unlucky one who won the bid.
"Hey, I'm too ashamed to think about it. It's faster to drop out of school."
"Why are you so ashamed?"
Wen Song wiped his glasses slowly, not quite understanding, "It's just wearing a skirt."
The tone of the question was so sincere that Lan Lan was speechless.
He remembered the first time the two met in middle school.In physical education class, Wen Song dislocated his right hand and asked him how to get to the infirmary. He pushed his glasses with his left hand calmly, looked at the dangling arm on the other side and said calmly, "Ah, my arm seems to be broken."
The appearance of not changing his face is simply a god.
Thinking about it this way, it doesn't seem strange that he can calmly accept the unavoidable punishment of being coaxed by a group of people.
Wen Song even thought it would be better if they said it earlier, "If I can choose, I don't want to be forced to drink."
It's not about naked/running.It's better than having a night out drunk and miserable.
Things were complicated at the beginning of school, and Lan Lan also had a party last night. It was too late when she saw the phone call to pick him up, so she only had time to take him to the hotel to settle down. "Don't tell your old man. You should keep it a secret when you come out to play in the future, or I will be scolded along with you."
The two have a good family relationship, they have been in the same class all the time, and they were admitted to C University together this year, so they should take care of each other.
"I know. I won't go in the future." It's better to go to the library to read comics. "What day is it?"
"Wednesday, what's the matter?"
He flicked his phone, his tone a little disappointed, "Teacher Chengshi's serial will be updated tomorrow."
"...What kind of primary school student's hobby are you doing?"
"It's art."
Wen Song corrected seriously.
"Hey, okay. Art."
Lan Lan felt amused, "You're a physics student, and your hobbies are quite unique."
Lan Lan is a software engineer, and with a little luck, she got into C University.Wen Song is different. This year, he ranked first in the city in terms of total score. When he filled out his volunteer application, he chose the ace major of C University, Physics.
He has been loved by his family since he was a child, and he has no worries about food and clothing, and he doesn't have to worry about inheriting the family business if he has an older brother.He is only a freshman, and his whole family supports him to continue his studies in graduate school, and he will be fine without leaving the laboratory for the rest of his life.
Lan Lan was worried about the "primary school students" who had just entered university, "Do you know why those people teamed up to drink you?"
Wen Song turned off the phone, and his face was reflected on the blacked out screen: "Because I have good facial features?"
"..."
Lan Lan earnestly said: "Because you look easy to bully."
It's not just "correct facial features".
Wen Song has a kind of calmness beyond ordinary people. He usually speaks and does things slowly. Black-rimmed glasses cover half of his face. Normally speaking, he should look dull and dull.
But he happens to be very attractive.Especially after taking off the glasses, it is the type that is easy for people to see in. The more you look at it, the more you can't move your eyes. There is a natural...attractive in the small movements and subtle expressions.
Lan Lan was a straight man, so he couldn't tell what was going on, but he could only attribute it to a high-level buff that only a pampered young master would have.
At the beginning, he didn't feel it, but when his family told him to have a good relationship with Wen Song, he still hated it and didn't want to do it. He thought that "I'm too kind" to take care of him, thinking that he would be able to deal with the family for a while.
When I come back to my senses, I have been used to him until now.
This is not going to college, but he is still working hard as a nanny for him.
"No one will bully me."
Wen Song put on his glasses, and said casually, in that arrogant tone, "Isn't there still you?"
"..."
How can I take care of you for the rest of my life.
Lan Lan felt helpless, and could only think about it for a while, "Where should we go for dinner?"
"Go straight back to school and go to the cafeteria."
The young master is not picky about food, as long as he has an appetite, the roadside stalls and Michelin stars are treated equally.It's just that I just woke up from a hangover and had no appetite at all. After walking around the cafeteria, I only had a bowl of fruit.
Fortunately, the fruit is fresh, and it feels better physically and mentally after eating it.After two hours of battery life, Wen Song returned to the dormitory without turning a corner.
He only comes back for two days on Tuesdays and Wednesdays when he has evening classes.Knowing that I have many things to do, I usually live off-campus.
I don't need others to accommodate, and I don't want to wrong myself to accommodate others.
There is an independent bathroom in the dormitory. Although it is too small to turn around, it can be used.He wanted to come back to take a shower and change into comfortable clothes, but after entering the door, his eyes were first attracted by the milky purple of the bedside.
There are two bunk beds in this dormitory for four people.He is the lower bunk next to the door, bed No. 2.The classmate who sleeps on his upper bunk in bed No. 1 doesn't go back to the dormitory very often, and hasn't had a face-to-face meeting for more than half a month since school started.
I only occasionally heard from my roommate that he was a famous figure in the school, and his personality was not very friendly. Since then, I have made up the image of Schrödinger's school bully.
At this time, Schrödinger's school bully had a short skirt with a light purple plaid hanging on the bed of the school bully, which was very cute.
Wen Song thought to himself, this group of people love to watch the excitement too much.I have to wear it on the school anniversary, why did I buy it so early.
It's still hanging by the bedside of someone's upper bunk, looking for something to do.
Without thinking about it, he took off his skirt and threw it on his bed. He dug out the water card and realized that the dormitory would only have hot water after five o'clock in the evening.
Another half hour.It was too much trouble to go out again, so I could only sit by the bed and brush Weibo to pass the time.
Only then did he see the message from the netizen.
[Little Black Fan: Congratulations on being admitted to your favorite university]
[Little Black Fan: I am also in City C]
【Little Black Fan: Let's meet】
It was a private message I received last night.
Wen Song subconsciously sat up straight, rubbing the knuckles of his index finger against the tip of his nose, which was his usual posture when he was seriously considering something.
The little black fan met Qin Tan in the comment area and was a fan of Qin Tan.
Wen Song didn't know much about Qin Qin himself, but when he saw his favorite painter Cheng Shi posted about this "treasure" on Weibo in his first year of high school, he followed the clues.
He is not keen on music, and his appreciation level is average, but since he is a singer that Mr. Cheng Shi likes, Ai Wu Ji Wu, when he brushes Qin Qin's blog, he will like it and check in and leave a sentence "Come on".In fact, I haven't even heard a song in its entirety.
At that time, there were only a few people in Qin Tan's comment section, which could be counted on one hand.It wasn't until the masterpiece "Almost Normal" became popular that the comment area became lively.
The new little fans are "pregnant ears" and "husband day me" every day, and all of them can speak well.There is no shortage of emotionless check-in machines to warm up the scene, and Wen Song never showed up in the comment area.
Maybe it's because the back view of the retired man was too free and easy, which attracted the attention of this little black fan.
In the private message chat records, the first time they spoke was when the other party asked a question.
[Qin Tan's special trumpet: Don't you like the new song? 】
"XX special trumpet" is a common naming format for xx fans.He later changed the remark to a small black fan because the fan was really strange. Sometimes he would blow up Qin Qin's songs and think he was a genius, and other times he would say that Qin Qin's songs were all rubbish.
No matter whether it is boasting or spraying, it is true feelings, and it jumps repeatedly between the two extremes every once in a while.I haven't seen any real fans. Whenever there is a new song, I will still come to him to discuss it, and then I will dance again and again.
Obviously, it is the depth of love that leads to such a tortuous mental journey.It's the little black fan who has really hammered it.
Just weird.
very funny.
Wen Song likes weird people.
In Qin Qin's few Weibo interactions in the past, he and the little black fans were unshakable like contestants, and it was hard not to notice.At first, I chatted a few words with the idea of being polite, but I never thought that I would chat from high school to university.
I have been a netizen for two years, and the topics of the conversation besides Qin Qin will of course also involve other things. The overall feeling is that it is quite easy to chat.
Now that we are in the same city, it seems okay to meet up naturally.
[Warm water delivery service: Sorry, I played with my classmates very late yesterday, and I only saw your message now]
【Warm water service: What time and place? 】
Don't feel like I'll be hearing back anytime soon.Wen Song put down his phone after sending the message, his eyes were attracted by the little skirt again, and he held it in his hand to look at it.
The color is nice.White and purple grid, light, is his favorite color scheme.
He has a collection of clothes ranging from light purple to gray purple to cream purple in his closet, but it seems that this is the first time he has received purple checked clothes.
She didn't wear a skirt either.Don't know what it looks like to wear.
He was a little curious, and there was no one in the left and right dormitories, so he simply changed to try.
Everything else is okay, but the waist is a little tight.
The fabric is not very elastic, and the zipper can close most of it. It is a bit difficult to pull it to the top. It is estimated that the waist needs to be put down.
In fact, it was a little bit close.Thinking about pulling his belly in and taking a deep breath, he should try harder. He just took half a breath when the door of the dormitory was pushed open.
The person who came was tall and hurried.In the hot and dry weather in September, it seemed as if a gust of cold wind had blown in, and he walked over as if he hadn't seen him, and stood by the bed, aligning the textbooks in his hand on the upper bunk.
When I turned around to leave, I realized that there was still someone here, and my busy steps stopped abruptly.
"what are you doing?"
"..."
Wen Song replied honestly, "Try on the skirt."
Finally had the opportunity to see the appearance of the classmate in bed No. 1 clearly.It is not known whether the school bully is not the school bully, but he must be right.
He has a very striking face.It's the kind of handsome that can make people's heart tremble at the first glance, with excellent skin and bones.Light-colored eyes, when looking down, are born with a certain kind of high-cold aura, perhaps it should be called the common problem of the flower of Gaoling.
It's just that the expression is a little strange.
His eyes fell on the purple skirt, and his tone was complicated, "That's mine."
Wen Song was taken aback for a moment, and then realized what he was thinking.
No wonder he saw the skirt hanging beside his bed when he came back.
The person who is looking for trouble is actually me?
"I thought... sorry, I'll take it off and return it to you."
In this kind of scene, people who have always been calm will also feel at a loss.Wen Song showed an apologetic expression, pressed the zipper on the side waist and pulled it to the end, revealing the black underwear.
The pure black cloth wraps the soft white flesh around the waist, which is slightly caught in a strangle mark, and the color difference is particularly conspicuous.
He looked away and said coldly, "Don't take it off."
Wen Song's hands paused, and he could understand.
It was because the skirt was worn, he didn't want it anymore.
Anybody else would feel a little bit wrong.But Wen Song himself also belongs to this type of serious problem, but he can understand it. In addition, he was reckless and wronged first, so he nodded with a good attitude and said, "Then I will buy a new one——"
"Qin Tan?"
The conversation is interrupted. The roommate on bed 3 pushed open the door and came in yelling, "You are in the dormitory, next door... what are you two doing?"
Qin Qin nodded symbolically, and left the dormitory without giving him another look.
Sure enough, not very friendly.
Wen Song sighed in his heart, and the next second, he looked at the back of the disappearing figure outside the door, knowing it later.
"what is his name?"
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