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Zhou Yanchuan is actually quite boring and has no hobbies. Apart from eating, sleeping, and training in Japan, the rest is to look at pictures of Wen Huancheng.

The photos are collected by him everywhere. There are more than 20 photos in the school’s official website, post bars, Weibo and space published by classmates, etc., but because there are a lot of posing, the expressions are similar, all Fake laugh.

But when he first saw Wen Huancheng, Wen Huancheng was not like this.

Fierce, cold, with the word "roll" written all over his body.

But Zhou Yanchuan felt that he might only treat himself like this.

Wen Huancheng is not Qu Yi's face that looks bright and sunny at first glance, but he still stands out. He has good bones, a straight nose, and phoenix eyes. He is a bit cold when he is not smiling, and a bit cute when he is distracted. Zhou Yanchuan thought of one There is an idiom to describe him - sweetheart sniper.

……

Of course, he didn't know that he was creating his own idiom, nor did he know that he was talking nonsense.

Zhou Yanchuan confirmed that it was Wen Huancheng that night, not only because of the smell, but also because of Wen Huancheng's vigor of beating people, he definitely couldn't escape.

Rolling the mouse with slender and white knuckles, Zhou Yanchuan was hesitating whether to use some means to find out Wen Huancheng's contact information, but finally gave up.

Feeling a bit perverted.

You may also be beaten.

It just so happened that PGI started, and he had even less free time, so he was no longer distracted.

Three days before the game, 2UTen played well. On the fourth day, Zhou Yanchuan met Wen Huancheng's roommate, Qu Yi.

He had no experience in chatting with others, and Jin Yuan clinged to Qu Yi from beginning to end, he couldn't say a word, and he didn't ask for a phone call after all.

2UTen successfully won the championship. After the celebration banquet, he went back to the room alone, looked at Wen Huancheng's photo and fell asleep comfortably. In the middle, he had a strange dream. He and Wen Huancheng were fighting again. But this time he won, he pressed people on the bed and stacked them horizontally and vertically all night...

He called Jin Yuan early the next day, asking for Wen Huancheng's contact information.

It's a pity that the children of Jin Yuan's family were too tight-lipped and refused to give it.

In the afternoon, he bought a ticket to return home early, put a pile of dry food in the car, and waited at the door of the Squirrel Bar.

In fact, he knew that there was a high probability that he would not be able to catch Wen Huancheng, but he just wanted to wait in this place for no reason.

The next night, Wen Huancheng stumbled out.

He felt that this was fate destined by God.

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Wen Huancheng had just quarreled with Qu Yi in the afternoon, and he knew for the first time that Qu Yi was not happy to accept his help, and he even caused trouble for Qu Yi.But he also felt that he had poured out his heart on Qu Yi, and spent a lot of effort in taking care of him and planning his life, but in the end, he didn't appreciate it.

He drank a lot, but he felt sober, but he felt uncomfortable, and there was nowhere to vent his anger.

Wen Huancheng leaned against the wall and woke up. The driver's door of a car next to him slammed shut, and then a pair of shoes appeared in sight.

He squinted his eyes and found that they were exactly the same as the pair on his feet, so he simply raised his head to see where the fellows came from, such good eyesight.

"Wen Huancheng." Zhou Yanchuan stood in front of him.

He snorted through his nasal cavity: "Haven't you been convinced by Lao Tzu, and you still dare to come?" He barely stood up straight, "Or do you want to fight back?"

Zhou Yanchuan didn't speak, just stood quietly looking at him like this.

Wen Huancheng and him looked at each other without blinking. In the end, he stared sourly and rubbed his eyes: "What exactly do you want?"

"I'm here to apologize." Zhou Yanchuan said.

Wen Huancheng half-raised his eyelids in a drunken state, and uttered a weak "roll".

"But I don't remember," Zhou Yanchuan said, "You said that I kissed you forcefully, but I remembered, you said 'I stomped on you like a dog', I don't remember it."

Wen Huancheng coughed fiercely, and the smell of alcohol in his throat filled his nostrils: "Fuck... show some face..."

"This is what you said in the toilet that day." Zhou Yanchuan said.

"You don't remember, do you?" Wen Huancheng glanced at Zhou Yanchuan's face, seeing his appearance as a man from a good family, as if he had been bullied, he immediately became angry, "Don't treat foreigners like that." Bringing that set back, in China, the emphasis is on reciprocity." After he bit the last word, he punched Zhou Yanchuan on the side of the face, "Do you remember? That's how I beat you back then, and treated you like a dead dog. Throw it on the ground like a dog..."

His punch didn't use any strength, it was just an irritable warning.

Zhou Yanchuan closed his back molars, approached him, and said very seriously: "What did I do to you?"

"What the hell can you do to me with my pants on?" Wen Huancheng felt that this man was really crazy, so he pushed him away and walked out, talking to himself in a daze, "That means I'm drunk, otherwise With those two slaps, I can kill your children and grandchildren."

Zhou Yanchuan held him back: "I agree, don't go."

"Do you recognize it or not, what does it have to do with whether I leave or not?" Wen Huancheng shook off his hand.

Zhou Yanchuan pulled his hand back: "I've been waiting for you all day and all night."

Wen Huancheng pushed his hand away again: "You want to be beaten by me so much? Are you shaking M..."

One of the two wanted to hold hands, the other didn't, Wen Huancheng was very drunk, and moved around with him several times, like dancing in a circle.

Finally, Wen Huancheng got annoyed, pushed him away completely, and stood up against the wall: "Are you sick... I said, let's forget about that." He hiccupped, "I'm a man , I won’t die if I kiss you twice, you don’t need to apologize! Go away!”

"Is it okay to kiss me?" Zhou Yanchuan asked.

Wen Huancheng was stunned for a moment, staring at him with his drunken eyes wide open, and after a while, he hiccupped again: "Your ability to grasp the key points..." After speaking, his hand slid a little from the wall.

"I'll take you back to the dormitory." Zhou Yanchuan boldly put his arms around his shoulders, "How do I get there?"

Wen Huancheng pushed him away: "Stay away from me..."

"You don't drink well." Zhou Yanchuan said, "Why do you keep coming out to drink?"

Wen Huancheng felt that Zhou Yanchuan was scolding him, but his mind was in a mess, and he couldn't think of any words to insult him.

It's really a shame, why Zhou Yanchuan always picks him to come when he's drunk.

"I'm not going back to the dormitory..."

"Then where do you want to go?" Zhou Yanchuan turned around and pulled him to the car, "I can accompany you."

Wen Huancheng snorted from his nasal cavity: "Who wants you to accompany..."

Zhou Yanchuan pushed Wen Huancheng into the passenger driver with great effort, and fastened his seat belt on Wen Huancheng's teeth and claws.

"Let me tell you, don't try to do anything to me..." Wen Huancheng's eyelids slowly opened and closed, "You are Zhou Yanchuan, so be careful."

Zhou Yanchuan gave a "hmm", turned his head to look at his flushed cheeks and long and dense eyelashes, and wanted to touch them.

Wen Huancheng tilted his head and leaned on the seat belt, half asleep and half awake.

Zhou Yanchuan seized the opportunity, stretched out his fingers, picked where to touch for a while, and finally landed on his lips.

He pressed lightly, Wen Huancheng felt uncomfortable, let out a breath from his mouth, and frowned.

Zhou Yanchuan quickly withdrew his finger.

With that breath, his pores stretched out comfortably, his whole body felt numb like an electric shock, and the touch was so soft, so soft that he was a little annoyed, why did he forget the feeling of kissing him at that time.

"..." Zhou Yanchuan approached him, "You didn't tell me where to drive you..."

Wen Huancheng fell asleep.

Zhou Yanchuan chose the latter between "wake him up and get the address" and "don't wake him up, take him home".

When he carried Wen Huancheng into the room, he felt his heart was about to jump on him.

He has never liked or kissed anyone, and he can't recall what happened to them that night, but that vague phantom has always been in his mind, mixed with the real Wen Huan, forming a scene. Qimeng made him want to see Wen Huancheng crazily and kiss him again.

But...not now.

Wen Huancheng just said, don't do anything to him.

He gently placed Wen Huancheng on the bed, bent his knees and took off his coat, and then put his hands on his waist again, trying to take off his pants.

Wen Huancheng kicked his legs uncomfortably, Zhou Yanchuan immediately felt guilty, moved his fingers, propped his arms, crossed Wen Huancheng's upper body, and pulled over the quilt that was folded aside.

"Hmm..." Wen Huancheng turned over, curled up in Zhou Yanchuan's arms, hugged his arms with both hands, and rubbed his head against his hands.

"..." Zhou Yanchuan looked down at the unusually well-behaved person under him, his Adam's apple twitched.

He kept this posture for a long time, until his arms were sore, before he lightly put the quilt on Wen Huancheng's shoulders.

He didn't dare to move the arm held by Wen Huancheng, so he had to move and lie down, pulled some quilts over himself with one hand, and slept with him.

Although it took a long time to cool down the hot heart and body.

The curtains were not drawn, and the morning light streamed in before eight o'clock in the morning.

Wen Huancheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyes opened very slowly, his vision was blurred, but he felt his body was extremely warm, so he hugged him subconsciously and nestled inside.

Why isn't this quilt soft...

He raised his legs to clamp the quilt again, and when he touched a warm and smooth piece, he rubbed it with peace of mind, but unfortunately, the warm and smooth piece immediately moved over to cooperate with him.

???

Zhou Yanchuan felt the movement in his arms, tightened his arms, and stuck to Wen Huancheng tightly.

"Hmm..." Wen Huancheng was suddenly pressed into his chest, and his cheek was pressed against the zipper of his coat.

Only then did Wen Huancheng react, he pushed the man away forcefully, and looked up.

Zhou Yanchuan.

Wen Huancheng wasn't even surprised, but instead had a feeling of "Oh, it really is Zhou Yanchuan".

He felt that his body was not squeezed by Zhou Yanchuan, but his brain was squeezed by Zhou Yanchuan, and he fell to the extreme.

Zhou Yanchuan opened his eyes in a daze, the first thing he saw was Wen Huancheng's eyes, he couldn't believe it, he didn't know if it was a dream or reality.

Wen Huancheng: "..."

Fuck, why are you looking innocent and dying again, making it seem like I brought you home...

He immediately pushed Zhou Yanchuan further away: "You're not wearing pants?!"

"I..." Zhou Yanchuan was a little confused, lifted the quilt, ducked his head in to take a look, and said as if reassuring, "I'm wearing it, don't worry."

"Then what is this?" Wen Huancheng stepped on it with his foot, and immediately shrank away.

Zhou Yanchuan swallowed his saliva: "My hand was held by you, and I couldn't take off my clothes, so I took off my pants...but I didn't take off my underwear!"

"..." Wen Huancheng closed his eyes in despair.

Zhou Yanchuan sat up, moved a little further away from him, and said hoarsely, "You were drunk yesterday."

"I know." Wen Huancheng was dizzy and didn't want to sit up. He chose to lie down and talk to Zhou Yanchuan. When he caught a glimpse of Zhou Yanchuan rubbing his arms, he felt a little embarrassed, and asked him softly, "Does your house only have one room?"

"No..." Zhou Yanchuan sat upright and repeated honestly, "You held my hand yesterday."

Zhou Yanchuan said that it was easy to tell if he was not lying, but Wen Huancheng felt a little embarrassed immediately, feeling that he was drunk and forced him to sleep with him.

"I hold your hand and you can shake it off," he said.

Zhou Yanchuan blinked: "I am willing to pull it for you."

"..." Wen Huancheng sat up with his eyebrows pinched, looked into Zhou Yanchuan's eyes for half a minute, "Are you gay?"

"I'm not." Zhou Yanchuan replied naturally.

Wen Huancheng wanted to roll his eyes at him, but he continued: "That day at the bar, you posted me because you saw I was a man."

Zhou Yanchuan lowered his head and thought for a long time: "Maybe it's because he subconsciously feels that he can't kiss girls."

Wen Huancheng was laughed angrily by him: "What did the boy do wrong, he will kiss you if he eats your rice?"

"I'm sorry, someone might have put something in my drink that day." Zhou Yanchuan said, "Don't go to that bar again."

Wen Huancheng was about to say "None of your business", when he saw Zhou Yanchuan's beautiful and clear eyes, he said, "Usually I only stay until the end of the bar, and it's a bit of a coincidence that I ran into you twice. "

"Oh, fate." The corners of Zhou Yanchuan's mouth curved.

Wen Huancheng had never seen Zhou Yanchuan smile, or in the pictures and videos he found, Zhou Yanchuan was expressionless, and his words were pitiful. Outsiders looked like an iceberg boy.

Unexpectedly, it was Erha's brain and Teddy's body in private.

He forced himself to look away, got up from the bed, took the coat on the hanger, and hurriedly said: "I'll go back first." He put on his clothes, and added guiltily, "Thank you last night."

"Can you give me a contact information?" Zhou Yanchuan asked.

Wen Huancheng paused for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "We probably won't see each other in the future, and there is nothing necessary to contact us."