he's just my boyfriend

I don't know if it was due to encountering Tao Fang during the day, but Fang Qi couldn't sleep when he got home that night, so he leaned on the bed and swiped his phone, and swiped into Tao Fang's circle of friends.

No, to be precise, it should be his roommate's circle of friends.

Tao Fang's personal circle of friends is terribly clean, and within a few posts, you can see the "Happy Birthday" he sent to himself on a regular basis every year.

That day, Tao Fang sent him a picture that was packaged by the way. Besides that picture, there was actually another one, which was a QR code.

Out of instinctive curiosity, he scanned the QR code - it was a WeChat account - which does not open Moments to strangers.

The profile picture is Tao Mian himself, and his nickname is "Tao".

At first, he thought that Tao Fang was trying to tell himself euphemistically that this account was actually his WeChat account, so he added it.

Probably because the mobile phone was at hand, and the passage over there was very fast, and before he had time to speak, a large text was sent from the other side, to the effect that welcome to the charging dynamic receiving end of Tao Mian's official certification.

It clarified that the owner of this micro-signal is Tao Mian's roommate, a man named Dakui. He even explained in great detail what this micro-signal is for and how to operate it.

Fang Qi just sent out a hundred red envelopes just for a moment of novelty.

After clicking on the circle of friends, it was full of Tao Mian, almost all of his daily activities, and there were many photos, the second one was the one that Tao Mian packed in a compressed package and sent to himself.

The latest one is the staring Gao Zhu Tao Fang. From the background, it can be seen that he is in the dormitory, and the screen of the editing software is still displayed on the laptop in front of him.

Is it really hard work, he thought.

- "Comrade Xiao Tao is in a particularly good mood today because I don't know who's WeChat account, so he asked me a question when I told him the number of friends on this WeChat account..."

After seeing these words, he went to poke Da Kui privately.

- The income from this operation account will not be given to Tao Fang?

Back there quickly.

-How can it be!It's just that he hasn't bothered to ask about this, so he doesn't know the specifics.

- [-]/[-]?

- Oh, you're worried. You Taotao are full from me, and you won't deduct his rations.

-A lot of people added?

-Of course, but we don't ask for your identity, so we can't tell you who

-[WeChat Red Envelope] Gong Xi Fa Cai, good luck

- Well, give him the extra part of the red envelope

-okay!The boss is generous!

It wasn't until Tao Mian sent him three question marks that he realized that Tao Mian didn't know that he had packed two extra pictures.

Later, every time he got bored, he would look through the original circle of friends of this account, basically maintaining a frequency of two a day, sometimes there are pictures and sometimes there are no pictures, which is a bit interesting to look at.

Caught him again today in the city center.

It's not surprising that I was there, after all, the Fangshi Hotel was opened nearby, and it didn't seem strange that he, a student of Communication University, went to watch a movie, it was taken for granted.

Fang Qi suddenly remembered how he looked when he was ordering in Pizza Hut, and he was amused.

In fact, he had quite a lot of experience in eating fast food while studying in the United States, so he should be at a loss if he wanted to change to an a la carte restaurant.

Fang Qi followed Dakui's latest circle of friends and found two updates for today. He raised the corners of his mouth in surprise, but he didn't expect to be in the mirror.

It was at the door of the toilet, lighting Tao Fang's cigarette by himself, and the back view of the two of them standing next to each other.

It was probably taken by Da Kui before he came out to call them after going to the toilet. Except for a tall figure and the intimate movements of the two, there is basically nothing to see.

The matching words of this circle of friends are: "Guess what they are doing (wit.jpg)"

He didn't add anyone else, so he couldn't see the comments below.

Today's second entry, which is the one he brushed a few minutes ago.

The photo was taken from above, and it can be seen that the layout of their dormitory is a four-person room with a table on one side and beds on the other.

Looking at the direction, Tao Mian was sitting in the fourth seat closest to the bathroom, and Dakui probably slept on the third bed on Tao Mian's top bunk.

In the photo, Tao Fang is wearing earphones, standing on the edge of the trash can between the tables and chairs, and is concentrating on the notebook. The screen is a bit reflective, making it difficult to see the specific content.

He was slightly hunched over, and he was so thin that it made people feel distressed.

The accompanying words are: "You really can't blame me for not giving him meat, it's because you Taotao worked too hard (sad.jpg)"

Immediately afterwards, he saw Da Kui's comment at the bottom: "I just woke up in the middle of my sleep and wanted to go to the bathroom."

Fang Qi thought about it carefully, and it seemed that Tao Fang was tired every time he saw him, with thick blue shadows under his eyes, and a pair of lovely bags under his eyes when he smiled lightly.

Fang Qi couldn't help but frown as he was obviously still a student, why did he have to work so hard to earn money.

Let's talk about Tao Mian.

He originally planned to finish the film and television art homework, and then went to sleep after slightly modifying the part of the promotional film that he was responsible for.

He really has a very serious obsessive-compulsive disorder for things that come out of his hands, but his skills are limited, so he can only be a perfectionist who does his best.

It is impossible for him to let go of such trivial details as subtitles and sound and picture switching rhythms. He revises and plays back and forth over and over again, and it will be too late before he knows it.

He was taken aback when Da Kui patted him from behind, completely oblivious to the movement of this big man coming down from the upper bunk.

Da Kui showed him the phone screen.

Tao Mian fixed his eyes. It was Dakui who took pictures of his circle of friends from the upper bunk, and the comments below were almost all telling him to pay attention to his body and rest early.

Dakui was afraid of disturbing Song Muqing, so he lowered his voice very low: "I found it really exaggerated for you to stay up late this semester. I didn't see you like this last year."

With a warm heart, Tao Mian signaled that he would go to sleep immediately, and asked Dakui to say "thank you" to everyone on his behalf.

When Dakui saw the AE interface still open on his computer screen, he couldn't help sighing, knowing that he couldn't hold him back, so he finally had to pat him on the shoulder: "Dog's life is important, you can do it yourself when the class is full tomorrow, Xiao Song today I have finished your morning self-study, and we will wake you up tomorrow."

When Dakui went to the bathroom, Tao Fang looked at the time, it was 02:30.

In fact, he is really almost done, just adjust the format and export it.

The 1-minute short video was exported very quickly. After thinking about it, he simply packed it and threw it into Fang Qi's mailbox, and sent him a WeChat message.

- I'll send you the modified beginning by email

- ok , you go to bed early

Tao Mian was shocked, so why not reply in seconds?

- It's so late and you haven't slept yet?

- just fell asleep

- Boss Fang is working hard, let's sleep together, you can watch the movie tomorrow morning

-Um

- good night.jpg

-Good night

Before going to bed, I prayed to see Da Kui's update.

- "You Taotao have climbed into bed, let me thank you (refill.jpg)"

A sentence suddenly popped up in his mind: He just likes this kind of child who goes to bed obediently after saying "good night".

It's just that the good times didn't last long, and Tao Fang was interrupted by a phone call from Zuo Linjun before he had rested for a few days.

It is said that when Yingjun was editing the film, he found that there were a few shots that were not well lit and had to be re-shot, but the three of them are juniors who are currently shooting other projects in neighboring provinces, so let him solve them as soon as possible before next Wednesday.

Those few shots were easy to handle when there was a lighting engineer, and they could be shot at any time.

But now that there is no lighting engineer, the only way to rely on natural light is to get up early in the morning and take advantage of the light coming in from the windows of Fangshi Hotel to shine on the huge pendulum clock in the lobby.

Originally, Tao Fang was lazy on Sunday and pushed the little girl’s morning tutoring. He just wanted to sleep in to relieve his mood, but it turned out that there was a make-up shoot. He looked at his schedule and worried. This is difficult. .

In this regard, Dakui's opinion is very clear: "You'd better let that advertising brother go, we are full of classes on Monday and Tuesday morning, and we were arrested yesterday for the college meeting and said that an inspection leader is coming to check the class It will be very strict, if you are caught now, it will be useless to sell our Xiao Song to Jin Yang."

Tao Fang's head hurts, because the little advertising brother walked home yesterday, saying that there is something at home, and whether he can go back to school on Wednesday is a problem.

Song Muqing said: "On Monday, Chinese and foreign film history must be named, and on Tuesday, the basics of film and television art, the teacher said that this week she will review the assignments we just handed in one by one, face to face."

"I fucked it too, it feels like a dog." Tao Fang was a little desperate, and the bad feeling came again.

Seeing his violent temper, he sent Zuo Linjun back with just one call: "I can't go, either postpone the time, or find me a lighting engineer."

Zuo Linjun was squatting in the grass to photograph people fishing, but he hadn't caught any fish for a long time, and he was dying of depression: "Why can't I shoot it? Fuck me, I won't be a good student if I skip a class, just a few shots. It took a minute."

Talking about the "good student" Tao Fang, he became very angry. The fact that he won the first-class scholarship was because almost everyone knew his good looks, but he was so angry because of this horrible thing. Under the false premise, I missed the access control for several nights.

As soon as Tao Fang's temper came up, he just stumbled back with three words: "I can't curl up."

"Just find someone to substitute for the class, and ask me to reimburse you!" Zuo Linjun was also annoyed, there was nothing he wanted in this place, he could only sit on the mud floor, and the sun was too strong.

Tao Mian didn't bother to explain so much to him: "I'll go and tell Mr. Fang that we will hand in the film a few days later, so the head office will do it."

Zuo Linjun exploded in an instant, and he threw the dog's tail grass that he had been playing with for a long time on the ground: "What the hell! When you say it's time to hand it in, it's time to hand it in! What are you going to say!"

Tao Fang held his breath in his throat, no matter how stupid he was, he knew the reason why Zuo Linjun didn't let him go to Fang Qi.

After Zuo Linjun got angry and saw that he stopped talking, he began to persuade him earnestly, after all, the matter still had to be resolved.

"The three of us are in other places, and the little brother has something to do at home and is not at school, so it's just you. I know you are the foundation of film and television art on Tuesdays. I took that girl's class last year, so you skipped Monday's class. At the end of the period of Chinese and foreign film history, the key points will be drawn, and nothing will happen."

After hanging up the phone, Tao Fang was so irritable that he had never heard of any new project that asked the three of them to go out and shoot.

It wasn't that he was reluctant to find a substitute, but that he really couldn't find a substitute for the Monday morning class.

Originally, it was not easier to find classes in the morning than in the afternoon, and many majors were vacant from Friday. Students either went home or went out to play during the three-day weekend. They either returned on Monday afternoon or Monday morning class, where should he go to find a representative?

Tao Fang held the phone firmly for a while, and then a call was made to Fang Qi.

The two kept saving each other's numbers, but they never spoke on the phone. Fang Qi was a little surprised to see that the caller ID was "Tao Fang".

Tao Fang didn't say a word of nonsense, and his tone was not very good: "Are you free tomorrow morning?"

Fang Qi: "Yes."

Tao Mian: "Okay, come here and help me take the class. I'm going to your hotel to make up a shot that can only be shot in the morning."

Fang Qi: "..."

Tao Fang: "Or you can find someone for me."

Fang Qi really didn't expect Tao Fang to dare to think so much. Listening to him, he was obviously on the verge of explosion.

He paused: "I'll go."

Tao Mian: "Alright then, at [-]:[-] tomorrow morning, you should dress casually."

Fang Qi: "Okay."

Cell phone: "Beep-beep-beep-"

Fang Qi: "..."

Fang Qi felt that Tao Fang probably took some explosives today.

Not to mention Fang Qi, even Dakui was startled, he listened dumbfounded to Tao Fang's phone call: "Mom, I underestimated Brother Fang, I'm disrespectful and disrespectful."

Song Muqing was also a little dazed: "Did you call your gold master just now?"

Tao Fang showed a smile of "I'm very sober now": "Yep, Da Kui, you have seen him, the one who accompanied me to watch the movie that day, his name is Fang Qi, you can watch him and order."

Dakui and Song Muqing: "..."

The author has something to say: Da Kui, Song Muqing: Who is Party A?

Tao Mian: He.

Fang Qi: Me.

Tao Fang: I'm going to explode.

Fang Qi: Good.