he's just my boyfriend

According to the original plan, Jin Yang planned to let him hang the quilt outside and continue to let the cabbage grow yellow in the field for a few days, so that he could sleep on Song Muqing's bed for a while.

He was even optimistic about the weather forecast. It said that there would be rain in the afternoon, which would last for a short time and stop in the evening. He was waiting for his quilt to be contaminated with the rain and dew that stained the earth after absorbing the essence of the sun and moon overnight.

But the sky fails to fulfill one's wishes, and he is not the only one who will read the weather forecast.

Jin Yang sent the elementary school girl who was about to cry with a few words and went back to 330.

From the ventilation window on the threshold, it can be seen that the room is very bright and spacious. Song Muqing should have got up and opened the curtains, and was probably eating the wontons he brought back.

As usual, he reached out to touch the key on the threshold, but this time he almost wiped off the dust on the door frame, but he couldn't touch the key of 330.

Helpless, Jin Yang had no choice but to knock on the door: "Song Muqing? Where's the key?"

Song Muqing was sitting by the door, and when he got up to open the door, he was holding a plastic bag. His bowl of wontons had already been eaten half way down on his table, and now he was holding a bag that Jin Yang packed for himself. Jajang noodles.

"Senior, go downstairs and collect the quilt, it will rain in the afternoon." Song Muqing was as alienated as he was a few days ago, carrying a plastic bag and about to stuff it into Jin Yang's hand.

Jin Yang thought that Song Muqing would be unhappy, but he really didn't expect that his little cutie would be unhappy without any concealment, and pushed people out straight away.

It seems that I am still naive, those miscellaneous people still have to hide well, and the right way is to wait patiently and wait for the rabbit.

But at the moment it is already like this, and he can only take advantage of the victory to pursue and hit the end with a straight ball.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Jin Yang pressed the door of the dormitory that Song Muqing was about to close, and leaned against the crack of the door, looked at him and smiled: "Are you jealous?"

Jin Yang said with certainty, but Song Muqing raised his glasses calmly: "It's what you say."

That refusal to communicate really made Jin Yang's heart itch, and the corners of his mouth became wider and wider: "You'd better not talk like that, I'm afraid I can't help it."

"Okay." Song Muqing nodded and sat back in his chair, continuing to concentrate on eating wontons and doing Japanese homework.

It's easy to drive Jin Yang out, you just need to throw out his toothbrush and tooth cup. He moved from the fourth floor to 330 naked alone.

Except for the toothbrush cup, there is really no second item in this 330 that is his own. The pajamas belonged to Song Muqing, and the bath towel also belonged to Song Muqing.

Although Jin Yang knew that even if Xiaocute wanted to drive him out, he would not confront him head-on, but he still hoped that there would be a legitimate reason to stay.

I just hope that the rain can advance a little to him in advance. His request is not high, just enough to wet the quilt he is drying outside.

Jin Yang slowly sat down beside Song Muqing, looked at his information book and said, "Going to Japanese class?"

"En." Song Muqing responded casually, his eyes still fixed on the exercise book, and his hands didn't stop.

Ever since he knew that Song Muqing was learning Japanese, Jin Yang had studied it: "Are you going to take the N2 exam directly?"

Song Muqing looked at him in surprise and nodded.

Most people really don't know about the Japanese level test. There are five levels in the level test, N5 is the easiest, and N1 is the most difficult.

"When do you plan to take the exam?" Jin Yang is now a typical slavish face begging for a turnaround.

Song Muqing paused for the pen he was writing, and turned his body towards Jin Yang.

"Next July, when you met me, I just started learning, three times a week, three hours at a time. Learning Japanese is just to learn a second language. I have no other ideas. I have no plans to go to Japan for graduate school. So, do you have anything else to ask? If you don't have any, just go and collect the quilt. "

Jin Yang couldn't say a word after Song Muqing's series of answers.

He would know that his little cutie is learning Japanese, and he only found out when he ran into him in the Huaxi community not long ago. At that time, Song Muqing was rushing to class with a book in his hand, saying that he had to dictate in class.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have thought that Song Muqing was learning Japanese. He usually keeps quiet, and he hasn't heard that he has much interest in Neon Island.

Song Mu was familiar with people around him early in the morning, such as "Why do you want to learn Japanese", "How many times do you take classes a week", "Are you going to study in Japan in the future", and "How long do you study for the exam?" "Wait, wait, in fact, he doesn't have so many ideas.

At this moment, he waited for Jin Yang to leave with calm eyes.

Jin Yang glanced at the time, he had just touched the edge of twelve o'clock, and there were still two hours before it rained at two o'clock in the weather forecast.

Then Song Muqing watched Jin Yang walk to the balcony of their dormitory, opened the door and asked him: "It will rain later, won't you collect your clothes?"

Before Song Muqing could react, he heard the sound of raindrops falling on the ground outside.

Not to mention Song Muqing, even Jin Yang who was standing by the door was stunned, no matter what, he really did, isn't there still two hours left.

Song Muqing immediately put down his Japanese homework and the small bowl of wontons, and joined Jin Yang in collecting clothes.

Jin Yang was really amazed at the amount of laundry Song Muqing and his dormitory did once. Although Song Muqing could tell a thing or two from the laundry bags that Song Muqing carried downstairs every time, he was still shocked by the overwhelming and overwhelming posture.

In fact, there are not only Song Muqing's clothes hanging on the balcony, but also Tao Fang's.

It was all the legacy Tao Mian left to him before he threw himself into the arms of the benefactor's father, and asked him to remember to wash it together when he washed his clothes.

Every time they wash clothes is a big project, they can't wait to use all the clothes racks in 330 to dry them, and the two rows of clothes racks are full.

The two quickly shook down the two rows of hangers, one row per person, Jin Yang was in charge of the outside, Song Muqing was in charge of the inside.

The raindrops gradually became heavier, and the sound of densely falling was like splashing water. Jin Yang's black clothes were splashed a lot, and deep water stains appeared round after round from different positions.

The hotness in the air finally dissipated quickly with the progress of the rain. Song Muqing even felt that he could smell the unique fragrance of the land while standing on the balcony.

Jin Yang usually moves quickly with his long hands and feet, but now the space is limited here, and the small balcony with water splashing behind him can't use it.

On the other hand, Song Muqing quickly finished his internal work, turned around and threw all the clothes that couldn't be higher on his arms and chest onto Tao Mian's bed.

Jin Yang couldn't figure out what his thin body had experienced in order to bear the exaggerated weight of those clothes.

"You go in, stand here and get in the way." Song Muqing said without looking at him.

Jin Yang immediately felt that he was disgusted, but seeing Song Muqing's skillful movements of taking the hanger and pocketing it in his arms, Jin Yang obediently entered the room and waited, ready to beat Song Muqing.

But even a whole row of clothes Song Muqing could carry back into the house at once, so what so little, Jin Yang didn't use it for anything in the end, just watched his little cutie busy.

Looking at the efficiency, it is definitely not the first time.

After collecting the clothes, Song Muqing's face was not blushing and his heart was not beating. He piled all the clothes on Tao Fang's bed and then sat back on the chair to start the next round of Japanese learning. There will be a class from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] this afternoon. I haven't moved my homework yet, so I have to hurry up.

Song Muqing didn't come back to his senses until he realized that the person standing behind him and watching him do his homework had disappeared.

He obviously didn't hear the sound of opening and closing the door, so where is Jin Yang going now?The toilet door was also open, and he wasn't inside.

In the end, Song Muqing shifted his gaze to the bed curtain that he kept closed all year round, and hesitantly asked, "Senior?"

"Ok?"

Listening to the melodious and lazy voice from inside, Song Muqing was speechless: "Why are you on my bed again!"

"I went to collect your clothes for you. My quilt got wet, so what should I do if I don't get on your bed?" Jin Yang put Song Muqing's pillow on his back, so he should be confident.

"..." Song Mu paused, and gave up struggling, "Have you changed your clothes yet?"

Jin Yang was studying the requirements for the end-of-course work assigned by the recent photography class, lying on the bed without moving: "In the laundry bag, the clothes and pants are there."

Song Muqing: "..."

Is it so invisible?

"If you don't believe me, come and see." Jin Yang added casually.

I don't know what sutra was wrong, but Song Muqing went over to lift the bed curtain by a real ghost. At that moment, Song Muqing felt that his hands should be chopped off.

Jin Yang's white flesh was just exposed in front of his eyes. The smooth shoulder line followed the slightly bulging arms and converged on Jin Yang's tight abdomen. The well-defined muscle lines challenged Song Muqing's nerves.

Two slender legs were stretched and bent on his bed, and the corners of the quilt were casually resting on Jin Yang's important parts.

Apparently Jin Yang didn't expect Song Muqing to actually come to see it, and the two looked at each other in astonishment for a while.

Until Jin Yang followed Song Muqing's gaze to the absolute area covered by the quilt, Jin Yang suddenly smiled, and as if remembering something, he raised his hands on the mobile phone on his belly to show his innocence: "This This time I really, didn't do anything."

The teasing in the words made Song Muqing's face turn red with a "bang", and his mind was full of those disharmonious images when they first met, and he couldn't speak smoothly: "...Why don't you wear pants."

Jin Yang curled his mouth and glanced at the corner of the quilt that perfectly covered his underwear, and said, "Who said I didn't wear it, or I'll show you?"

As he spoke, he was about to reach out to uncover the quilt, and Song Muqing was so startled that his head was about to smoke, so he quickly put down the bed curtain and sat back in his seat.

Although the eyes are invisible, it does not mean that the mind will not think.

Song Muqing only felt that his Japanese homework was playing small movies in scrolling, 1080P high-definition unencoded ones.

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The melancholy final week, so desperate...