you are the strawberry flavor

There are more courses in the sophomore year, and the computer major is especially hard. There are piles of theoretical courses, and it takes hours to sit.

Zhang Yuan's back hurts, and he planned to skip the afternoon class and sleep in the dormitory, but who knew that when he looked at the schedule, he could not die, and he was specialized in the class of Hades.

No one dared to escape the class of Living Hades. If you skip a class and get caught, you will fail the class at the end of the semester, and you will not even be given a make-up exam.

Zhang Yuan scolded his mother inwardly, got up from the bed with all his strength, patted his short cropped hair, stepped on flip-flops and went to the classroom, found a seat in the last row where there was no one, and fell asleep when he lay down.

The phone buzzed at this moment.

Zhang Yuan didn't even look at the caller ID, he raised his hand and picked it up, without waiting for the other party to speak, he just said: "403, complex building."

Dorm routine.

In the dormitory of four people, three of them don't remember the class schedule. This kind of worrying and meticulous work is all thrown to "Mother Zhang", which leads to always calling him before class to ask about the classroom all year round. I'm used to it.

Throwing the phone aside casually, Zhang Yuan continued to fall asleep in a daze, reading for a while and still doing the roll call, not daring to sleep too hard.

Someone sat down next to him, Zhang Yuan didn't care, and continued squinting in another direction.

Anyway, those who come to the last row are basically sleeping.

But who knew that not long after the man sat down, a hand restlessly moved to his waist.

Zhang Yuan jumped up almost in a jerk, and was about to break the man's wrist with his backhand, but when he looked up, he saw Qi Shuyi's smiling eyes.

"How do you..."

"You told me," Qi Shuyi shook his phone, and said in a low voice, "I don't have any classes anyway, so I'm here to watch you, don't let outsiders hook you up."

Zhang Yuan's heart trembled violently.

He really didn't expect Qi Shuyi to have such possessiveness in a relationship that was a bit of nonsense even to say that he likes it on the first day of their relationship.

Qi Shu objected that he should not answer, so he raised his eyebrows, his charming peach eyes, even the corners of the eyes and the tip of the brows were full of heart-pounding provocation.

"What? Really?"

"No," Zhang Yuan came back to his senses, and smiled guiltyly, "I'm just a rough guy, no one cares about it, I think too much."

"But intuition tells me..."

"You are not straight, your intuition is not accurate."

Zhang Yuan laughed dryly, now that he was no longer sleepy at all, he hurriedly sat upright and pretended to be an active and studious student, and tried his best to ignore Qi Shuyi's gaze beside him.

The heart started beating wildly.

Zhang Yuan is a person who loves his family when he was young, and his family is good. He has no dark past. The annoying thing is to split sentiment.

Qi Shuyi is born to be such a delicate little beauty with thin arms and legs, and a voice that could be yelled out of her head. When things happen, she only knows how to talk about love, romance, and possession. It really pokes at the softest part of his heart. It's a piece of land.

It's like a roommate's girlfriend made a photo album with her own hands before. The photo of the two of them is printed out, and next to it is recorded with colorful pens when the photo was taken, why it was taken, and what mood it was when it was taken. That's called a photo album. Flashy, useless eggs.

At that time, he felt that if he wanted to take so many photos, he might as well die, but he secretly envied him, wondering if someone would do the same for him in the future.

To him, Qi Shuyi was the photo album that he couldn't stand but wanted.

Suddenly a note slipped under his arm.

Zhang Yuan was stunned for a moment, and opened it to see that there was a line of elegant writing on the white paper.

"Do you want some candy?"

Almost immediately, Zhang Yuan remembered the dimly lit rental house with the curtains not drawn, the strawberry-flavored kiss, and the phrase "strawberry-flavored" that the man whispered in his ear.

Hypocritical!Mushy!However, I couldn't help but laugh.

Zhang Yuan turned his face away, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and rubbed his hand under his nose, trying to cover up the shyness of this macho man.

This is the first time for him to fall in love, and it is also the first time for him to fall in love with a boy. He really never thought that the relationship between men and men can be like this...

Can't tell.

The warm hands stuck to him again, kneading his sore and aching waist with moderate strength, Zhang Yuan almost groaned out of comfort, turned his head and glared at Qi Shuyi, but the instigator blinked innocently Eyes, indicating that he is just massaging.

Qi Shuyi couldn’t understand the codes and origins of the computer courses, and he didn’t like playing with mobile phones very much. One class was 45 minutes, and he had to sit for two sessions. It was really boring. I read Zhang Yuan's notebook, and took a gel pen to trace his muscles, his cropped hair, and his rigidity on the paper.

Zhang Yuan was originally listening to the class seriously, but suddenly noticed that the people next to him seemed to be calm and quiet, and when he tilted his head, he saw Qi Shuyi's downcast eyes concentrating on painting.

Qi Shuyi's face is really too delicate, last night it was too dark to notice, there is actually a tear mole on his left cheek.

The front looks good, and the profile looks even better. People who are focused have their own light. When you look at it, your eyes will be stuck in it and you can't pull it out.

Zhang Yuan thought to himself, sometimes God is quite biased, the advantage can only be a man-made misfortune, right?

After Qi Shuyi finished the last stroke, she felt that someone was looking at her, raised her head in doubt, and just happened to look into Zhang Yuan's probing eyes.

Their eyes met, they were stunned for a few seconds, then they tilted their heads at him, smiled slyly, and handed over the painting he just finished.

Zhang Yuan bowed his head, on the notebook, the black line of the gel pen outlined his side face, hitting the heart directly, thump, thump.

Qi Shuyi supported his head with one hand, tilted his head to look at him, with a smile on his lips, raised his eyebrows and said, "Like it?"

Zhang Yuan rolled his eyes at him, "Normal."

The recess bell rang at this moment, interrupting the weird ambiguous atmosphere between the two. Qi Shuyi stood up, leaned into his ear and whispered, "Ordinary people should go to the toilet normally", warm and warm. Zhang Yuan's breath was sprayed beside his ears, making Zhang Yuan shiver from the heat.

His gaze shifted to the side face painted by Qi Shuyi again, Zhang Yuan pursed his lips, picked up a pen, and wrote down a sentence in the blank space seriously. Just as he was about to sign the signature, a person suddenly sat down in the front row. girl.

"Zhang Yuan, is that your friend? The painting is so beautiful, can you let me see it?"

Qi Shuyi is a freshman in the class, even though he is sitting in the last row, anyone who cares can see it.

This girl is a caring person.

A caring person who Zhang Yuan just lied to the book.

"No." Zhang Yuan held the painting to his heart, not allowing her to take it away, "Don't be so curious, girl."

"Let me take a look." The girl was reluctant, across a table, leaned her upper body slightly, and pulled Zhang Yuan's arm with a smile, "I have been chasing you since my freshman year, looking at a painting Can't you?"

"open."

A deep, magnetic, but clearly displeased voice came from the back door.