The consequences of wearing a roommate's skirt by mistake

"I didn't ask, why do elders worry about that?"

Qin Lin didn't take it seriously, "Look at him, if he is really talented and has a chance, he doesn't need our recommendation."

"I really want to be his chance~"

"..."

"Stop talking about that."

Qin Lin waved her hand to end the topic, "It's better to think about where to play later."

I haven't seen the little sister for a while, so naturally I want to have a drink at night.I wanted to take Qin Qin to have a late-night snack with him after work was over, but he was rejected:

"I'll go straight back."

Qin Qin said, "I'm tired today, and I don't want to stay outside."

"Why, have you been in a bad state recently?"

Qin Lin looked at him carefully, and saw a familiar void in his eyes, and her heart sank slightly, "Didn't you go to your doctor for a follow-up visit recently?"

"No money."

"..."

Qin Qin saw her thoughts, and interrupted first, "No need to make an appointment for me, I haven't paid off the money I owe you."

"Where do you owe it... I will make an appointment for a follow-up visit every other time."

"Why spend that money when I can adjust myself?"

Qin Qin didn't have any expression on his face, and acted disapprovingly, "I know what's in my heart. Don't worry about it."

She wanted to say something more, but considering the occasion and timing, she didn't say much after all. She just picked up the fisherman's hat next to him and pressed it on top of his head, telling him in an elder's tone, "You have to take care of yourself."

"know."

The studio is not far from the high-speed rail station.The inter-city train runs every ten minutes, so it is very convenient to go back.And when he arrived, the huge electronic screen showed that the last train of the day stopped checking tickets at [-]:[-]pm.

Qin Tan glanced at the time, it was 21:[-].

"..."

He muttered in a low voice: "It's really you."

I don't know if I'm talking about the high-speed rail or myself.

The earliest train is at 07:30 the next day.He bought a ticket for tomorrow morning, went out of the station and turned left to go to KFC, planning to make do with the night here.

Everyone in the studio has an ambiguous perfume smell, and they want to use this smell to separate themselves from others.But put them in the crowd to say hello, and everyone's body is stained with the smell of others, mixed together in sevens and eights, ranging from fragrant to disgusting.

Qin Qin knew that he also had this disgusting scent on him, so he ordered a glass of iced Americano as a symbol, and sat down at an empty table in the corner.

In principle, he hates any smell that stains his clothes, but the smell of food is more acceptable than industrial fragrance.In contrast, the down-to-earth KFC is a little cute.

He glanced at Weibo for the last time, turned off his phone and leaned against the window to take a nap, letting the smell of fried chicken and chips soak him silently.

The volume of the bgm in KFC decreased and turned into a soothing melody.

The night is getting darker, and everything rests.

During the whole day's busy work, his brain was in a dull state, but his dull thinking reaction suddenly became active at this moment.

Everything in the field of vision turned gray.A human-shaped shadow approached, broke off the steel bar on the seat, and handed it to him.

He didn't even hesitate, standing up and taking the steel bar was like shaking hands with an old friend.

The glass door exploded silently, and the hand holding the steel bar was also gray.He walked out of the shop, and the square in front of the station was crowded with people, all of them were foggy gray shadows.

Everyone's expressions are equally numb.The moment he appeared, no matter which direction he was facing, hundreds of pairs of empty Qiqi turned their heads and stared at him with a terrifying synchronization rate.

Standing in the center of the gray vortex, he raised the steel bar and slammed it down.

Hands up and hands down, monotonous and repetitive stimulation can also make people tremble with excitement.Only the bright red that splashed and flowed around was dazzling, and when it splashed on the cheeks, it would drip viscously.The fishy-sweet taste was more like ketchup than blood.

Qin Qin suddenly opened his eyes.

The glass door was firmly shut.

The clerk in front of the ordering counter was idly brushing his phone with his head down. The white-bearded old man on the wall behind him was wearing a red apron and a black tie, with an amiable smile.

He lowered the brim of his hat, took a gulp of coffee, and cleared his mind of absurd fantasies.

After dawn, I went back to the dormitory, and my roommates were still sleeping.Only the lower bunk next to the door was empty. There should be morning classes, and the skirt hanging by the bed was nowhere to be seen.

Qin Qin glanced at the messy bed, looked away indifferently, took the water card to take a shower, and washed off the hairspray and the complex smell with cold water.

When he came out of the bathroom, the two classmates had already woken up and were discussing going to have breakfast. It was rare to see him go back to the dormitory, and they exchanged a few words together.

"Where did you come back from fooling around? You have to leave the shower in the dormitory afterward. Yesterday was very busy."

Qin Qin: "I'm quite busy."

Busy making money.

He usually doesn't live in the dormitory, so as not to affect others violently when his emotions change.There are only two stacks of textbooks on the bed, and they need to come and take them in class and leave.

There was a vacant bed in the new semester, but I didn't expect it to be filled for freshmen.Just listen to them.

"Physics? Why did you get assigned to us?"

When he saw Wen Song yesterday, his attention was all below the neck, and his eyes were entangled by the waistline.I didn't pay much attention to what the person looked like, I just remembered wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses.

Vaguely looks like a little nerd.

"It's probably because the freshmen came late when they registered, so they fill in wherever there is vacancy."

Just as he was talking, someone knocked on the door outside.The person who thought it was the center of the topic came back, but after opening the door, a middle-aged aunt walked in.

Qin Qin could only tell that she was not the housekeeper, but saw that the other two roommates were very enthusiastic. They took out the sheets and quilts and dirty clothes that had been packed a long time ago, and handed them to her with a shy smile, "It's hard work, hard work."

Qin Tan: "Win the lottery?"

"Where can it be the aunt we invited." The roommate pointed to his lower berth, "The younger brother invited us, and it is also cheaper for us by the way."

Wen Song hates doing housework, and he doesn't have to do it himself in his usual living environment.Although I live in the school for at most two days a week, I still need a lot of personal items. If you have used them here, please ask the aunt to come over regularly to take them away and change them.

At first, they couldn't understand this pampered behavior, and the two senior brothers were rude.But the young master only used one sentence, and frankly bought him off.

——Do you want to wash it together?

Just a little witty ghost.

If you can't despise him, then of course join him.

Auntie even cleaned the dormitory when she was not busy leaving, even the corners were scrubbed clean. Since then, 304 has become the neatest male dormitory in the whole building.

Therefore, even if the relationship between Wen Song and his roommate is not very close, at least they are in peace.

Auntie came every week, but it was the first time she saw Qin Tan. She took away the other two and asked him if he had any dirty clothes. She took them away after packing them up, and sent them after washing them.

"no need."

Qin Qin stepped aside and sat at the opposite table, watching her shake out and fold the messy thin quilt on Wen Song's bed, put it in the storage bag she brought with her, and remove the pillowcase.

When I pulled out the bed sheet, a book fell out from under the pillow, and it slapped my face on the ground.

Qin Qin sat close, helped to pick it up, glanced at it casually, and curled the corner of his mouth.

The face-on-the-floor page has close-ups of not only the face, but many other parts as well.It seems to be the unique collection of the younger brother, where there should be mosaics are all high-definition.

The brush strokes are delicate and unusual.

**

The days without Mr. Chengshi’s new series to watch go by so slowly.

Dozens of frames in one episode is simply not enough to read.In Wednesday's meditation class, Wen Song secretly reviewed the comics updated last week under the textbook, zooming in and enjoying them one by one, chatting for comfort.

At the beginning of the semester, Lan Lan was quick enough to grab the class. Lan Lan and him chose the same thinking class, and now she is sitting next to him playing the game to pass the boring time. It seems to have glanced at you a few times, is it from your class?"

He averted his gaze without further interest, and glanced back. He didn't see the classmates in the class, and replied casually, "No, maybe he was looking at you."

Lan Lan wondered, "It's not my class either."

Wen Song didn't take it to heart.The phone vibrated twice suddenly, and he clicked on it to check the details, thinking that he had finally arrived.

It was a pick-up message from the school courier cabinet.

Qin Qin's dress was handmade. He found the clothing store through the tag. It was a bit niche. The customer service said that the same style was not in stock. After ordering it, he waited another week before receiving it now.

Originally, he was worried that he would meet Qin Qin before he received the goods, but his pale explanation was not convincing, but the two of them haven't met each other for a week.

This is just great.Wen Song thought, it's time to worry about the problems that I can't meet next.

Qin Qin seemed to return to the dormitory less often than him.Although it was possible to put the skirt back on his bed directly, it felt almost meaningless not to apologize in person.

There is no contact information, why don't you write a small note or something?

While flipping through the manga while thinking, he accidentally clicked the back button, and randomly poked a work into the colorful cover of the homepage. The italicized title was very suitable for the occasion:

"The Monster Under the Skirt".

Wen Song belongs to the kind of readers who pursue the beauty of painting style, and they don't often read novels.It was a coincidence that I bought a copy today, and the picture completion is not bad, so I read a few chapters later.

The more I look at it, the more I feel that my structure is small.

There are really boys who like to wear skirts.Qin Tan's skirt is not necessarily a gift for others.

Maybe you want to wear it yourself?

For the remaining half of the meditation class, he watched the play of the handsome male protagonist's women's clothing in the comics, and unconsciously brought Qin Tan's face into it.

The male protagonist in the comic is firing a rocket with Qin Tan's face on his face.

Rounding and rounding, Qin Qin fired a rocket in his mind.

There is no sense of existence when the bell rings after class.Lan Lan had to pick him up after packing up his textbooks, "Aren't you going to go? Don't you have class later?"

"……Oh."

Wen Song jumped out of the world of high-speed driving, exited the shame screen and cut it into a logistics text message in one go, and passed it to him calmly, "I have to pick up the courier. Do you know where this cabinet is?"

I don't live in school, and I don't even know where the express cabinet is.Lan Lan finished her class today, so she went to pick up the courier with him, looked at the pink packaging outside, and showed doubts, "Are you in a relationship?"

"I bought it for my classmates."

This sounds like an excuse.

Lan Lan smelled something unusual, thinking that he had become enlightened after he went to college, and he was quite relieved to see a little girl at work so soon, and joked, "Aren't you telling me the truth? Tell me the truth, who is it for?" little girl..."

"Qin Tan!"

With a crisp and tender call, both of their footsteps were fixed in place.

Wen Song looked in the direction of the voice, and the familiar figure on the school road was intercepted by a girl who was approaching quickly, and was stuffed with a bouquet of flowers, which looked like a confession scene.

"Why is this name so familiar?"

Lan Lan suddenly got stuck in her thoughts, thinking where she had heard about it, when she turned her head and saw the people around her unpacking the courier.

It is too difficult to wait to meet in the dormitory. Since I have encountered a ready-made opportunity, I can't miss it.

Wen Song took it for granted that when the confession was over, he would explain it clearly and give him a misunderstanding.

All in one go!

He unpacked it as he walked, threw away the express plastic bag outside, put the gift box containing the skirt into the gift bag, threw away all the extra receipts and price tags, and showed Lan Lan, "Is this okay?"

"what?"

Thinking that he was going to be handed off in the next class, Lan Lan really checked it out for him, "Okay, no problem."

Wen Song nodded, and then stood still under the shade of the tree.

Lan Lan: "..."

can't read.

Qin Tan was already very close to them, and from the corner of his eyes, he might have noticed two people watching.But he didn't look away from the extra people, he just quietly looked down at the girl in front of him, and listened to her stumbling about her journey.

With such focused eyes, even if you stare at a tree, it will appear very affectionate.

His hairstyle is very delicate today, as if he was caught by a stylist.The open neckline reveals a nice shape of the collarbone.After three o'clock in the afternoon, it was the hottest time, listening to the lengthy confession in front of him, he unconsciously licked his lower lip.A little bit of wet traces faintly reflected in the sun, and soon disappeared.

It's like the color that was kissed hard on the color manga page I just read.

Wen Song blushed a little.

Feel……

This man is lustful.

It was hard for the girl to say goodbye formally, but before she could walk away, two other girls trotted over.

Her companion, like her, also stopped in front of Qin Tan with a bouquet in his arms.

For the first time in my life, I had to wait in line to see a confession.Lan Lan watched in amazement, "It's really ostentatious."

Only then did he realize that he didn't seem to know why he was here with Wen Song to watch other people accept confessions.

However, the people around him were still watching intently, with a dreamy expression on their faces.He couldn't help but ask:

"what are you thinking?"

Wen Song came back to his senses, raised his hand and rubbed the tip of his nose, still in that candid tone.

"I'm wondering when it will be my turn."