you better be

Both of them know that learning basketball is something that can't be learned in a short while, but one is willing to play and the other is willing to accompany.

Yan Zimi really has no athletic talent, anyway, his goal has been achieved, and he has no pursuit of the ball.

Later, Pei Huan's friends had a good time playing, and he played ball with Pei Huan again, and the afternoon passed like this.

When leaving, Yan Zimi called out, "Senior Pei Huan."

Pei Huan, who was about to drink his last sip of water, paused when he heard this, and stopped drinking.

He couldn't hear Yan Zimi's sudden strange tone: "What's wrong?"

Yan Zimi glanced at the auditorium, and said in the same tone: "When the seniors play, are there girls watching?"

Only then did Pei Huan drink the rest of the water, raised his hand and threw the empty bottle into a trash can not far away.

"Whether I play basketball or not, there will always be girls watching."

Yan Zimi asked again: "Does the senior know that some girls secretly take pictures of you?"

Pei Huan grabbed Yan Zimi's shoulders, pulled him over, and pinched his face in one go: "Senior, senior, what's wrong with you?"

Yan Zimi smiled, and shook his head to avoid Pei Huan's hand: "Aren't you a senior? Why are you acting weird?"

Pei Huan blurted out: "I'm not."

Yan Zimi: "You are not who you are."

Pei Huan looked forward: "You don't have seniors yourself."

Yan Zimi walked a few steps before realizing that Pei Huan was talking about his former roommate and senior.

Pei Huan had already walked several steps ahead of him, Yan Zimi looked at Pei Huan's back in a daze for a moment, but soon he felt that it was impossible.

Today ended early, and it was still dark when I went out.

However, the evening wind blew over ahead of time, so Pei Huan, who was standing in front, put on Yan Zimi's coat on his wrist.

Yan Zimi took two more steps to Pei Huan's side, watched Pei Huan pull his hands out of his sleeves, and asked in a low voice, "Are you still wearing them tomorrow?"

Pei Huan hooked his collar with his hand, and asked Yan Zimi the question: "Do you want me to wear it?"

Yan Zimi nodded three times in quick succession with small amplitude.

Pei Huan smiled: "Wear it."

Pei Huan will go to a company outside to discuss a project with his teacher tomorrow, so Yan Zimi can treat him as Pei Huan and take him too.

Because of this, Yan Zimi couldn't have dinner with Pei Huan at night, and he didn't have time to listen to Pei Huan in the library tomorrow.

The two still have a common route of about 200 meters at the moment, and they will part ways soon.

Thinking about it, Yan Zimi couldn't help but secretly turned his head to look at Pei Huan, but unexpectedly Pei Huan also turned his head, and Yan Zimi was caught.

In fact, this matter can be dealt with by turning his head inadvertently, or turning his gaze back a little, looking into the distance, but Yan Zimi's brain just froze, and the nerve cells were very uncooperative, making his ears red .

Of course Pei Huan laughed, and he asked, "What do you want to tell me?"

Fortunately, Yan Zimi's mind turned quickly, and he forced himself to choke out a sentence: "I just remembered that your painting is not finished yet."

Pei Huan thought for a while: "Teacher Yan is going to work on Tuesday and Thursday?"

Yan Zimi: "Yes."

"Next week, I don't have much time next week," Pei Huan asked, "Can I finish painting in one night?"

Yan Zimi: "Just come early."

Pei Huan had no objection. He raised his hand and gestured to Yan Zimi to ride a motorcycle, which was exactly the same as Yan Zimi's last time.

Yan Zimi smiled all of a sudden, with squinted eyes, and followed Pei Huan on the motorcycle.

Yan Zimi also asked, "What do you want to tell me?"

Of course, it is impossible for Pei Huan to suddenly turn his head to look at people like Yan Zimi did.

Sure enough, Pei Huan said, "I seem to have seen the cat you mentioned just now."

Yan Zimi's eyes lit up: "Where?"

Pei Huan pointed in a direction, but when Yan Zimi looked over, there was nothing there.

Pei Huan: "I've already run away."

Yan Zimi: "Okay."

Pei Huan suddenly raised his hand and placed it on Yan Zimi's forehead, palm down.

Yan Zimi didn't understand: "What?"

Pei Huan: "You meow?"

Although Yan Zimi was puzzled, he did as he said: "Meow?"

Pei Huan smiled, and lightly pressed the palm of Yan Zimi's hair on the forehead.

Yan Zimi understood: "I'm not a cat."

It's okay if you don't say anything, after saying this, Pei Huan's withdrawn hand came over again, still placed it on Yan Zimi's forehead: "Come."

Yan Zimi, who said that he was not a cat just a second ago, rubbed Pei Huan's palm cooperatively.

"Meow~"

Pei Huan smiled happily.

It didn't take long for the two to separate. After they walked a few steps in different directions, Yan Zimi couldn't help but look back at Pei Huan.

With his hands in his pockets, Pei Huan's shadow stretched in the setting sun, even his back was so handsome.

It was just a person walking, but Yan Zimi looked at him for a long time, wondering if Pei Huan would turn to look at him too?

Thinking of him laughing, how could Pei Huan do it.

Looking away, Yan Zimi couldn't help but sighed softly, and took out the phone in his pocket.

But what Yan Zimi didn't know was that when he lowered his head to unlock it, the person who was about to turn a corner and go another way turned around.

Why is Yan Zimi walking so slowly?

Yan Zimi took the phone to complain to Lin Jie, but when he saw two people blocked by him on the screen, he remembered that he hadn't replied to the morning message.

Xiao Gang doesn't need to reply, after all, Xiao Gang didn't ask him any questions.

As for the senior.

"You don't have a senior yourself."

Pei Huan's words suddenly flashed into his mind.

Yan Zimi pursed her lips, and only released the senior's shield, but did not reply to him, and retreated, and found Lin Jie below.

Yan Zimi: "What should I do..."

Lin Jie was probably playing with his mobile phone, so he quickly replied, "Pei Huan?"

Yan Zimi: "What should I do?"

Lin Jie: "The sky is dry and things are dry, stay away from straight men"

Yan Zimi: "It's fine if you can do it"

Yan Zimi has been reduced to the point where Pei Huan only needs to ask if he is free, and his heart will fly to him.

Lin Jie said again, "Why don't you give it a try?"

Lin Jie: "What if?"

Yan Zimi said: "I don't dare, he'll just let it go, he's still homophobic"

Yan Zimi: "That's not because I'm afraid of me"

Lin Jie: "Ah, it's not easy to handle."

Yan Zimi knew that Lin Jie didn't have any good ideas, but he still wanted to talk to Lin Jie, as if someone persuaded him, he would feel better.

But having said that, isn't this a matter of advancing and retreating, and are there three ways to maintain the status quo?

After chatting for a while, Yan Zimi seemed to have made a mistake with his emotions, and today's sentimentality felt like it ended here.

There was nothing to do at night. Before returning to the apartment, he ate a bowl of noodles downstairs, and when he returned, he displayed the painting that Zhao Di wanted.

Since it is for girls, Yan Zimi can add some romantic colors to the painting.

After studying the painting for a few minutes, the inspiration came. Squeeze the paint, wave the brush, and start!

This painting can easily be spent all night in it, because it was Zhao Di's request, Yan Zimi was more careful.

After a layer of color, Yan Zimi subconsciously tapped his phone, okay, no one is looking for him.

Looking up, he always felt that the layers of this painting looked like something.

So he took a photo and sent it to Moments.

The copywriting is "Drawing and drawing, the sea tea is so cute".

The big picture is still not very real, but now this small picture looks more and more like it.

It didn't take long for Yan Zimi to receive many comments from people. Some said they were indeed similar, some said that I was greedy when you mentioned it, and some said that they hadn't had a drink for a long time...

"Ocean tea is cute."

On the other side, Pei Huan, who saw Yan Zimi's circle of friends, pronounced this strange word: "What?"

"Ocean tea is cute?" Zhao Di, who was playing games behind, repeated: "Isn't this milk tea?"

Pei Huan: "Milk tea?"

Zhao Di nodded: "Yes, Yaya used to like it very much, and I often bought it for her."

Pei Huan asked, "Where to buy?"

Zhao Di: "There used to be one on East Street, and there seems to be one on Lanhua Street." Zhao Di explained to Pei Huan while watching TV, "That shop is called Cha Meng Meng. Before, there was a long queue every time. Later, the boss I opened a branch, but the sea tea Mengmeng sold well in his store, and the others were not so good, so I couldn’t continue to do it when it was saturated, and then the one on the East Street closed down.”

Pei Huan hummed.

Pei Huan just returned to the dormitory at this moment, and originally wanted to find Yan Zimi, and saw his red dot in Moments, so he looked first.

Pei Huan asked him, "Are you painting?"

Yan Zimi replied quickly: "Well, Zhao Di's painting"

Yan Zimi: "Are you finished?"

fire: "Just finished, back to the dormitory"

Yan Zimi: "Did you drink?"

fire: "No, I'll be back after having a meal and chatting"

Fire asked again: "Want to drink milk tea?"

Yan Zimi went back to look at the photo again.

Back when Mengmeng Tea on East Street was still there, every time he went to work in the studio, he would bring a cup with him when he came back.

After the store on East Street closed down, Yan Zimi went to Lanhua Street greedily.

But it's really too far.

I don't know if the one on Lanhua Street is still there.

Yan Zimi: "Hiss, I thought about it"

Yan Zimi: "Have you ever drank sea tea Mengmeng?"

fire: "no"

Yan Zimi: "It has a very special taste, very fragrant, smooth and sweet but not greasy, very delicious"

Yan Zimi: "I've never tasted this kind of taste before"

fire: "So delicious?"

Yan Zimi: "Yes"

Thinking that Pei Huan might not be interested either, Yan Zimi stopped talking about milk tea.

He said: "Don't tell Zhao Di that it's his painting, wait until I finish the painting."

Fire sent an ok phone with its own emoji.

Around Yan Zimi, only his father, his grandfather, and his teacher can use this expression.

Now there is an extra Pei Huan.

Yan Zimi smiled, and then said to Pei Huan, "I have to get up early tomorrow and go to bed early tonight."

fire: "You have to go to bed early"

fire: "Don't stay up late for painting"

fire: "He's not worth it"

Yan Zimi laughed: "I know."

Yan Zimi didn't intend to finish the painting in one night, but it's actually very fast when he has an idea, not to mention that Zhao Di's ex-girlfriend will not return to China for several weeks.

After the chat, Yan Zimi buried himself in the painting again.

Once he is addicted to painting, time runs very fast on him.

Before I knew it, it was already past 12 o'clock in the morning.

Yan Zimi retracted the part of the tail on his hand, raised his head and moved his shoulders, and let out a long breath.

Just stood up, Yan Zimi heard the doorbell ringing at the door.

Yan Zimi frowned suspiciously, put down his brush and walked over.

He opened the peephole first, and when he saw who was outside, he quickly opened the door.

Pei Huan was still wearing his coat, and Yan Zimi could feel the chill on his body after the wind had blown for some time.

He was wearing black gloves, a bunch of car keys in one hand, and a bag that Yan Zimi hadn't seen for a long time was hanging on the other.

Yan Zimi couldn't hide his surprise, and stared blankly at Pei Huan.

Pei Huan picked up the bag in his hand and asked Yan Zimi, "Do you still want to drink?"

It's not an exaggeration, Yan Zimi had a nerve in his body that he couldn't name, and it felt like an electric shock at this moment, and it went numb.

So unreal.

"think."