he's just my boyfriend

"Tao said he won't be coming back today."

Song Muqing is the dormitory head of their dormitory, and he has to report to the dormitory every day.

Therefore, if Tao Fang and Dakui could not come back due to circumstances, they had to report to him first, although generally this did not affect the number of people who reported to him.

It was past eight o'clock in the evening when Song Muqing told Dakui, and Dakui was busy playing games.

As soon as Dakui heard this, he knew why Tao was there again, and he said without raising his eyes: "It's Zuo Linjun again, he is such a scumbag, every time he holds our little Tao and won't let him come back, he won't give him back. He asked for official leave from bed."

Song Muqing also always felt that this matter was tricky.

Their fake art school has strict management, as long as they are caught staying out at night without reason on weekdays, at least they will be punished with a warning.

"Tao Fang told me in the afternoon that he might not be able to come back at night." Song Muqing raised his glasses.

Da Kui just finished pushing the tower, clapped his hands on the table and turned his head to Song Muqing, with a serious face: "I don't think this matter can be done like this all the time, Zuo Linjun is too unreliable, their junior Well, it’s okay to ask for leave, but we are different, no matter how good my acting skills are, Da Kui may run into Auntie Qiaozhen one day.”

"And the class is full tomorrow." Song Muqing was also helpless, "I can forcefully talk to Jin Yang for early self-study, but it is really troublesome if he doesn't return."

"Come one by one, let him cancel the morning self-study first." Da Kui's cell phone rang when he was talking, and it was the takeaway. "Well, let's put it downstairs, thank you."

Song Muqing was about to go downstairs to do the laundry himself: "By the way, bring the takeaway for you."

"Okay, I love you." Dakui, a big man, squeezed his small hands on his chest to show Song Muqing his care.

As a result, Song Muqing ran into someone he didn't want to meet in the stairwell as soon as he went out.

Jin Yang had just returned to the dormitory after finishing his work at the party school this weekend, and he was in a gloomy mood, but he bumped into his cutie in the stairwell with the takeaway that had just arrived from downstairs in his hand.

His little cutie was holding a stuffed laundry bag in one hand, and had already changed hands twice from the corner to the front of him.

Song Muqing almost missed Jin Yang before noticing who the person was under a few steps in front of him.

Although he really had to talk to Jin Yang about Tao Fang, he hadn't figured out how to say it at all, and he was choked up for a long time with Jin Yang's half-smile expression before he remembered to say "Hello, senior." ".

"Well, okay." Jin Yang seemed to have been waiting for Song Muqing to greet him, as if he deserved it.

Song Muqing asked if he was okay, but he didn't see that he wanted to go upstairs, so he stood straight in front of him. Song Muqing was a little embarrassed, so he simply put the heavy laundry bag on the ground, and started to look at the takeaway in Jin Yang's hand. Looking for something to say: "Did the senior just come back from work?"

Jin Yang nodded, squinting his eyes and smiling very kindly: "Yes."

"I have to be busy with school affairs on Sundays, and the president of the student union is very hard." Song Muqing felt that most of his greeting skills since 19 years have been used on Jin Yang.

Jin Yang glanced at the loose T-shirt on his body and the solid frame of clothes beside his bare legs: "Wash the clothes."

Isn't this nonsense, Song Muqing responded with a low "ah".

"Are you out of clothes?" Jin Yang stared at him with a smile and looked at the clothes that did not belong to him, especially the big khaki pants poking out from under the T-shirt.

The part exposed from the fat underpants started from the thigh and went down. Sure enough, every piece of skin on his little cutie was as white and tender as this little face.

Song Muqing was so embarrassed, he didn't think there was anything wrong with him wearing shorts as a big boy, but he felt uncomfortable being stared at by Jin Yang.

"Well, Dakui's." He tried hard to restrain the urge to clamp his legs, and pretended to be calm, "Then senior... I'm going to do the laundry."

Jin Yang didn't say anything more: "Well, let's go."

It was only after walking into the laundry room on the first floor of the dormitory that Song Muqing regained his composure. If there was anyone else who could make him mess up like this, he really couldn't find another one.

Fortunately, he was lucky. Although there were many pots and buckets lined up on the ground in front of the three washing machines in the laundry room, none of them belonged to the owner.

One of the washing machines was finished in 6 minutes, Song Muqing decided to wait.

They are not very diligent in the dormitory, and the three of them can only barely maintain the level of cleaning the snow in front of the door. The dormitory hygiene is considered to be in the middle and upper reaches of the boys' dormitory.

It is completely impossible for them to honestly "squeak" and clean the clothes they have changed every day. At most, they wash their underwear when they take a shower.

He couldn't fit in the laundry bag, and he only remembered to do the laundry when he had nothing to wear, otherwise he wouldn't be wearing Dakui's clothes.

In the end, he ran into Jin Yang.

Song Muqing sat on a chair in the laundry room and looked down at his thighs and knees protruding from the underpants in a daze, and began to replay the first meeting between him and Jin Yang in his mind...

It wasn't until the "Didi Di" that the washing machine finished working that it dragged him out of his memory.

It is an unspoken unspoken rule to help the people who have finished washing in front of you take out the clothes and put them back in their respective basins or buckets before doing the laundry.

The person in front of Song Muqing used the most common blue plastic bucket in their school supermarket, unlike their dormitory, which bought a large-capacity laundry bag to save trouble.

Song Muqing opened the door of the washing machine and took out the clothes one by one.

This man didn't wash much, only a few oversized coats and jeans, and he stuffed them all into the bucket with little effort.

Song Muqing was about to put his clothes into the washing machine when he was startled by a sudden voice behind him.

"Tsk, thank you."

It's Jin Yang.

Song Muqing recognized it almost instantly.

Sure enough, when he turned around, he saw Jin Yang who was sitting where he was just now, and subconsciously asked, "Is this yours?"

Jin Yang nodded in a leisurely manner: "I have worn these clothes in front of you, don't you remember?"

"..."

Song Muqing was stuck at that time, he really didn't pay attention to the clothes he took out just now, now with Jin Yang's reminder, he recognized it even if he lowered his head.

"I forgot in a hurry. I just wanted to go upstairs after I got the takeaway. If I hadn't run into you washing clothes on the way, I guess I would have to wait until tomorrow." Jin Yang said, but he didn't mean to get up at all, just sat on the chair He looked at Song Muqing, who was still bent over, neither far nor near.

Song Muqing said "Yes" lightly, then turned his back and continued to move his hands, leaving Jin Yang with a back view.

Jin Yang crossed his long straight legs and stared at Song Muqing's work with great interest.

His little cute slippers are basic black, with two hooked bunnies printed on them. He looks very thin from the Achilles tendon, but his butt is still up.

Well, his cutie is really tiny.

Song Muqing was almost matched by Jin Yang's undisguised gaze, and felt his back burning in panic, while quickly stuffing his clothes while beating the manuscript in his heart.

It's better to hit the sun than to choose the day. Since we meet it, we should talk about it together, so as not to have to take the initiative to find him next time.

"Senior." Song Muqing opened his mouth with his back turned to him.

"Huh?" Jin Yang's voice was dragged out by a small end, which seemed very leisurely.

Song Muqing unscrewed the laundry detergent and said, "Can I trouble you to help Tao Fang solve the morning self-study?"

Jin Yang laughed twice but didn't answer.

In fact, Song Muqing has always been very uncertain about whether he will agree to this matter, why should someone who is not relatives or relatives bother you.

Now that he didn't hear Jin Yang's next words, Song Muqing felt even more guilty. The hands pouring laundry detergent into the washing machine shook a bit more than usual, and he poured twice the amount in a daze.

Just as I was about to say, "It's fine if it's inconvenient", my heart skipped a beat when I was startled by the voice that suddenly appeared in my ear.

Jin Yang who didn't know when he walked from the chair to behind him stretched out his hand and pressed it on the washing machine in front of his waist from behind, leaned close to his ear and said, "Isn't it too disrespectful to ask someone to do something without giving him a face?" .”

Song Muqing was sure that the tips of his ears were definitely burning red, so he didn't dare to move.

It wasn't until he closed the lid of the laundry detergent, took out the card and paid for the laundry that he turned to face the person who was almost stuck on his back.

"Senior..." Song Muqing looked at Jin Yang, who was much taller than himself, a little speechless, and quietly took a small step back to widen the distance between the two.

In fact, Jin Yang looks very gentle, wearing glasses, he looks like a good student and a university bully.

It's just that every time he smiles at him, Song Muqing's heart beats, with an indescribable taste, an illusion of being violated.

"Call again." Jin Yang didn't approach him any further, just stared at him with his head down and smiled.

He could see Song Muqing's nervousness, every time he was nervous, his rabbit eyes would widen more than usual.

The more nervous others are, the more afraid they are to look into each other's eyes, but his cutie is the more nervous he is, the more he wants to stare into your eyes. Being stared at by such a pair of almond eyes really makes people feel happy.

"Senior..." Song Muqing felt that his heartbeat was not right, but his voice was steady.

Song Muqing's voice was neither high nor low, neither cold nor timid, and Jin Yang inexplicably liked hearing his calm voice.

Jin Yang stared straight at him: "Shout again?"

Song Mu paused: "Senior."

"I think "The Invisible Guest" is okay, what do you think?" Jin Yang spoke with a hint of meaning, his long and narrow eyes behind the lens were full of narrowness.

Song Muqing paused again, and said, "I think it's okay."

"Okay, deal." Jin Yang smiled smugly.

This time Song Muqing was interrupted by a voice from the door before he could speak.

"Oh, I said that Xiao Song just came down to wash clothes and get a takeaway, so why didn't he come back for a long time, in case he got lost and came down to take a look, I dare to leave here with you, senior, to cultivate feelings." Dakui stood in the laundry room The door looks rather dog-legged.

The author has something to say: Da Kui: I can't bear to be a child and I can't be a wolf!

Song Muqing is indifferent: I don't have a father like you.