Don't click in [e-sports]

"It's here!" Manager Chi tapped on Jin Yuan's shoulder, "I said captain, can't you create a small account on Weibo?"

Jin Yuan opened his hand: "Don't bother, I'm busy.."

Manager Chi snatched the phone: "Get out of the car, everyone is waiting for you."

"I've finished sending the last message," Jin Yuan snatched the phone over and finished the message to Qu Yi, [I have dinner, and I still have work tonight, so I'll go to bed early if I don't say goodnight. 】

Manager Chi peeped for a long time on his feet, but he didn't cross Jin Yuan's 1.8-meter-eight peak, so he could only drag him into the base and chatter: "Is this your girlfriend? I told you that this would require a PGI Come on, don't..."

"Men." Jin Yuan threw the phone into his trouser pocket.

Manager Chi: "Not even a boyfriend!"

Jin Yuan turned around and took Manager Chi's hand off: "Honey, if you want to make a foundation, look for a machine."

"I'll warn you again! Don't mess with Weibo!" Manager Chi caught up, "Do you know that the artist you liked is your black fan?"

Jin Yuan finally slowed down: "I'm a black fan?"

"Last year he drew a map for our team, and he put Zhou Kai in the C position." Manager Chi said.

Jin Yuan looked at Manager Chi with an unbelievable expression: "So you call me a black fan? At that time, who would have guessed that Zhou Kai would play fake matches?" He thought for a while, turned on his phone, and found the picture, "This one?"

"Fucking grass, you still saved it?!" Manager Chi accidentally swipe the picture, "Fucking grass? You still saved so many of his cartoons?!"

Jin Yuan pinched his neck: "What are you looking at, what if there is a nude photo of me."

"Be sober," Manager Chi poked his foot on the screen, "Look here, Zhou Kai is here, you are in this small corner, and everyone is holding guns, but you just take a pan, isn't this connoting you? ?"

Jin Yuan directly locked the screen: "Sometimes I really admire Grandpa Yuan Longping, who let you and those netizens eat all day and have nothing to do. He spends so much effort to generate electricity for love, and you still have to spray it."

"His heart is not right, his intention is not..."

Jin Yuan rolled his eyes at him, turned around and entered the restaurant.

"Everyone, the train has arrived at Beicheng West Station, please take your luggage and valuables..."

The pen that was spinning rapidly at the fingertips was firmly pinched.

Qu Yi had just calculated the time spent by the boss playing games, and the proportion of rest days was still relatively high, so he scratched out "Sunday" on the paper and replaced it with "Monday, drawing".

In the contract, three days of rest must be reserved, so Qu Yi decided to take one day off every week and replace it with a drawing.

This is his greatest concession.

He picked up his schoolbag and left the station, and a bell rang in his pocket.

"Hello, Teacher Zhang." He said.

"Qu Yi, are you free now? Come to the dean's office."

Qu Yi walked towards the edge: "I'm still at the West Railway Station, it may take a while to go back, can I talk to the dean?"

"Then you come back to the academy directly when you come back," Teacher Zhang hesitated, "you should come back as soon as possible."

Qu Yi quickened his pace: "Well, I'll go back right away."

When he rushed to the downstairs of the college, Teacher Zhang stopped him in a hurry: "I thought about it for a while, and I'll go up with you. You're going to Japan soon, so there's no problem."

"Is it that serious?" Qu asked in a low voice.

Teacher Zhang glanced at him: "I'm just worried," he pressed on Quyi's shoulder, "Yiyi, don't be afraid, the teacher will always believe in you and will always stand by your side."

Qu Yi lowered his eyelashes, realizing that this time things were not that simple.

"Mr. Zhang, you can always trust me." Qu Yi stood upright, reaching out to press the elevator.

He knocked on the door of the dean's office, and there was a "come in" from inside.

"Dean."

The dean sat in front of the desk, raised his hand and waved: "Let me talk to Qu Yi, old Zhang, you just..."

Instead, Teacher Zhang pushed the door lightly, and walked to Qu's side: "Dean, Qu Yi is my student, I think you can consult me ​​about something."

The dean was helpless and motioned for the two of them to sit down.

"Dean, you have something to do with me." Qu Yi started.

The dean clapped his hands: "It's like this. I recently learned about some personal things about you. Some students reported to the college that you have some complicated emotional relationships on the Internet... and your sexual orientation seems to be a bit biased. We're subjective."

"Huh?" Qu Yi never expected such a thing, he summed up what the dean said just now, "It means someone reported me for being gay?"

The dean nodded: "I heard that you have hundreds of thousands of fans on the Internet. Although they don't know that you are a student of our school, the influence is not good after all. You will soon go to Japan for an exchange on behalf of the school. I hope you can correct your thinking."

Teacher Zhang patted his leg underneath, motioned him to be calm, and said in person: "Dean, you may not know that Qu Yi in our class is really handsome, not by me. You go Take a look at our school’s forums and post bars, there are often boys and girls confessing to him, this kind of homosexual joke, I have been his counselor for three years, so don’t worry too much about it.”

The dean was a little moved, staring at Qu Yi's face, as if he was verifying that Qu Yi was indeed handsome enough to be able to be confessed by a boy.

"Dean, I don't think the problem with this matter is whether I am gay or not," Qu Yi pursed his lips tightly, "Could it be that I am gay, so I am not worthy to go to Musashino for academic exchanges on behalf of the college? This quota is based on credit points The ones that are arranged are the things I got with my strength, and it has nothing to do with whether I like men or women, or whether I am gay or not."

His neither humble nor overbearing tone suppressed all the emotion in the dean's heart, and his face became serious again: "Qu Yi."

"Do you love your wife?" Qu Yi asked him.

The dean was obviously stunned, and reacted for a while: "I love my wife, but I don't want you to compare it with homosexuality. It's incomparable. Don't make that kind of thing. I like the point of view of men."

Qu Yi smiled: "You seem to know more than me."

"..." The dean sat back, "There are all kinds of students."

The window sill was kicked twice by the bird's paw, and Qu Yi turned his gaze back: "Dean, who to love is a person's most private right. You cannot take it away, and no one in the world can take it away."

Before coming out of the dean's office, Qu Yi asked, "What's the point of Zhang Suxing reporting me?"

The dean paused while looking at the document, and looked up at him: "I said, there are all kinds of students."

Qu Yi raised his eyebrows: "Dean, I'm leaving first, I'm sorry to disturb you."

"let's go."

Teacher Zhang pushed the door, but found that it was not locked, and bumped into Liu Yuxin, the president of the student union, who was holding a stack of A4 papers, and the two took half a step back at the same time.

"Hello, teacher." Liu Yuxin lowered her head and blinked several times.

"Ah, it's okay," Teacher Zhang led Qu Yi into the elevator, and asked in a low voice when the door was closed, "How do you know that Zhang Suxing reported you?"

Qu Yixiao felt guilty: "I don't know, I'm talking about the dean's words..."

"Tsk, you kid..." Teacher Zhang rubbed his head, "You talk nonsense all day long."

"Old Zhang, you are very strong." Qu Yi gave him a thumbs up, "That's great."

Teacher Zhang kicked his leg with his knee: "Go away, go back."

Qu Yi smiled and ran out of the academy.

The phone in his pocket vibrated several times, and he looked at it as he walked.

Ba Ba: 【Go back to the dormitory yet】

Ba Ba: [Have you gone to eat? 】

Baba: 【You look so lonely like a bully】

Qu Yi replied to him: [I went to the dean's office and chatted for a while, now I'm going back to the dormitory]

He looked up at the clear sky in the autumn light, and the fine daylight imprinted on his pupils. He hooked the corners of his mouth and sent a message to Baba: [Baba, what do you think of homosexuality? 】