I'm the only straight man in the entire dormitory of international students

Subsequently.

[Julian is bold and fast. 】

On the tip of Fegelein's ear, he lightly licked it.

Fegelein was shocked and pushed Song Ziyan away reflexively.

The chair Song Ziyan was sitting on had four wheels, and it slid far away at once.

"Julian!" Fegelein said angrily.

Song Ziyan's face was so red that he didn't even dare to look at him, and ran away in a panic.

Only a room of residual fragrance remains.

--At seven o'clock the next morning, he didn't sleep well, and Fegelein, who was covered in frost, opened the door, not paying attention to what he kicked under his feet.

He looked down and saw a few candies.

Fegelein picked it up, and the package was printed in Russian.

Fegelein: "..."

Fegelein looked at a closed door ahead, candy... what?Do you want him to stop worrying about what happened last night, or something else?

Or, temptation again?

Thinking of last night, Fegelein's face turned cold. No wonder Song Ziyan, who had never used perfume before, suddenly started using perfume. His intention...is unreasonable!

Julian had better say later that he was joking.

However, during breakfast, Song Ziyan did not show up. Fegelein's father, Mr. Carl, smiled and said, "Julian had already finished breakfast early when you went for a run. He made an appointment with his classmates to play."

Fegelein: "..."

classmate?If Fegelein remembered correctly, before Song Ziyan came to Munich, he told him on the Internet that the three classmates who had a good time all went on a trip with their families.

Song Ziyan's mimosa temperament, after doing that kind of thing, probably because of this, he felt shy and deliberately avoided him, so he slipped out early in the morning.

So, all that last night was no joke.

"You don't look well?" Carl asked with concern.

"It's okay." Fegelein drank the milk and tapped the corner of his mouth with a napkin. "I'm done eating. Take your time."

Fegelein went upstairs, returned to the bedroom, watched an hour of Chinese TV dramas on his laptop, and studied Chinese prose for an hour.

With Song Ziyan's long-term help, Figelein has achieved the highest level of level [-] in the HSK Chinese test, but he believes that Chinese culture is extensive and profound, and there are many things worthy of his study and interest.

Soon at noon, when he went downstairs, Fegelein did not see Song Ziyan in the living room.

Haven't come back yet.

Fegelein frowned, alone... Forget it, he's not a child.

--The climate in Munich at the end of August is pleasant, and it is the most comfortable month of the year.

The average temperature is 21°C.

Song Ziyan was sitting on a bench near Marienplatz, resting his chin on one hand, staring at the small fountain in front of him in a trance.

After a long time, Song Ziyan pursed his lips and drooped his head.

Originally, at this time, he should be eating at the same dining table with his brother, and then chatting...

Now, he doesn't dare to go back. He can't lie and say that he was joking, and he will do that kind of thing again in the future. And it's even more outrageous...

Speechless.

Song Ziyan was depressed and uncomfortable, so he went to find a restaurant to eat by himself.

After eating, Song Ziyan went back to the bench to sit. At this moment, the phone rang, and he took it out to have a look.

алекс (Alex).

Song Ziyan was stunned for two seconds, then suddenly felt dizzy.

Alex is one of the four protagonists in 802 Gay Boys' Book.

The neighbor who lives next door to his grandfather's house, his best friend.

One of three people he "wanted to seduce".

Fortunately, there is no role for him at this time.

But Song Ziyan was not in the mood to answer, and silently prepared to hang up, but the other party hung up first.

The bell rang for a few seconds.

Song Ziyan was puzzled, Alex was always like this recently, he typed and asked if there was anything wrong.

As expected, the reply was another emoji of a dog shaking its head.

Then why call? Song Ziyan thinks that Alex is a bit weird, since the beginning of this year.

What's wrong, I can't tell right away.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Song Ziyan couldn't stay any longer and wanted to go home.Fegelein was usually taking a nap at this time, so he sneaked back, so he probably wouldn't meet him.

And there is no need to go through the plot today.

Song Ziyan comforted himself, he felt a little happier, and got on his bicycle to go home.Through the iron gate, the maid is tending the blooming roses in the flower bed.

Song Ziyan said hello and went to the garage to park the car, but the living room was empty.

Song Ziyan was delighted, and found a bag to put some food in the refrigerator. He planned not to go downstairs for dinner tonight, and to create the illusion that he had gone out again, so that he could avoid meeting his brother.

It is a day to not be criticized.

Song Ziyan thought well, but when he walked up to the spiral staircase with a bag of snacks, a figure appeared in sight.

Shiny black leather shoes, light gray suit pants, and a long black trench coat.

Further up.

A handsome face like a sculpture.

Song Ziyan had never met Fegelein's mother in person, but he often saw her on the Internet.

She was a charming Brazilian beauty with a warm and cheerful personality like most Brazilians.

Fegelein inherited his mother's looks, with thick black hair and charming dark green eyes.

Their personalities are quite different. When Song Ziyan met Fegelein, he was a cold and serious person who didn't smile often.

Because of this, it often gives people a strong sense of oppression.

In particular, he is still very tall, 1.8 meters | nine.

It's good to be familiar.

However, Song Ziyan did something bad.

Song Ziyan was only 1.7 meters five, half a head shorter than Figelein, and he was still standing in a low position... When he touched the sight of Figelein's ancient well, Song Ziyan felt guilty and lowered his head.

After a long time, the sound of leather shoes stepping on the marble stairs rang in his ears.

Getting closer, getting closer...

Until a pair of leather shoes appeared in the lowered sight.

The air suddenly became anxiously quiet.

Song Ziyan's heart was beating like thunder, his face blushed unknowingly in embarrassment, he clutched the bag in his hand, just when he couldn't stand the atmosphere.

"Didn't eat lunch?" Fegelein said lightly.

Song Ziyan was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously raised his head to look at him, his eyes were timid and inquiring.

It seems to be saying: Why didn't you scold me...

Are you not angry?

Aren't you angry?

"..." Fegelein looked away, and said calmly, "If you don't have lunch, let Alisa make it for you."

Song Ziyan nodded hurriedly: "I ate it at the restaurant we used to go to in Marienplatz."

Sure enough, it was a person.

Forget it, more than ten hours have passed, and Figuelei therefore doesn't want to say anything more at the moment.

He acts like nothing happened.

I hope Song Ziyan will learn to be smarter, behave better, and stop doing stupid things.

Fegelein is out.

Song Ziyan looked at his back, blinked, and smiled happily.

But after a while, he couldn't laugh anymore. He understood that what his brother meant should be to forget the blame this time, and they are still good brothers.

But he, Song Ziyan, recalled the next plot passed to him by the system: "..."

Do not want to recall.

Song Ziyan carried the snacks in frustration and went upstairs.