The plot is different from what I thought [Quick Transmigration]

The results of the chorus competition came down, Class 21 was second, and the first was a liberal arts class with a good number of art students who were good at singing and dancing.

Because of Xu Wenwen's absent-mindedness, class 20 made a mistake in the command and something went wrong, and the bad luck made it to the bottom.

Zhou Qi knew that as Wenwen's former crush, he didn't like Wenwen very much—but he didn't understand why this little mung bean was stimulated.

If Fu Mingzhi hadn't directly said that Xu Wenwen was deliberately causing trouble, Zhou Qi reckoned that this would be the way it was. Some people believed it and some didn't. It was no big deal for everyone to watch the excitement. In the end, the teacher came out to talk to each other.

In general, more people believed in Xu Wenwen, a good student who was at the top of the grade and had no troubles except Huang Xu, compared to Zhou Qi, a bastard with a bad character.

But when Fu Mingzhi interfered, things changed again.

It became a classmate next door looking for trouble and disrupting discipline.

Fu Mingzhi was really tough, Zhou Qi was watching Little Mung Dou and didn't say a word, Fu Mingzhi let him go back, and then let him go back again - Little Mung Dou was originally a victim, but was forced to "go back" and become a suspect.

Zhou Qi changed from a party to a crowd of onlookers.

He thought he was going to carry, but in fact the whole game was paddling.

This directly caused Zhou Qi to feel guilty about his past behavior - Fu Mingzhi was so kind to help him, but every day he was thinking about how to tease Fu Mingzhi or make Fu Mingzhi angry, like a primary school student.

He couldn't go on like this, he had to respect Fu Mingzhi.

Zhou Qi forced himself to be honest for more than a week.

Keeping himself safe, being civilized and polite, keeping a distance from the number one in the grade, and never putting any thought of teasing Fu Mingzhi into practice.

Zhou Qi stipulated the "three nos" guidelines for himself, and the "three nos" are the three things that the first grader hates:

Don't talk too much to Fu Mingzhi.

Don't hook shoulders with Fu Mingzhi.

Fu Mingzhi was not required to assist him.

In general, don't tease Fu Mingzhi.

The "three no's" principle has no harm except that it makes Zhou Qi feel a little bit of a child with autism.

The bell rang for the end of biology class, and the class representative handed out the biology papers, Zhou Qi glanced at his own: 85 points.

He glanced at the tablemate again: 100 points.

The current courses of various subjects have not been completed, and Zhou Qi can only get more than 40 points in the part of the biology unit that he did not learn, but he can get □ □ ten in the unit that he learned.

Although there is still a long way to go before the full marks of the first grade, it does not affect Zhou Qi's self-confidence.

The first grader meticulously put the papers into the folder, but after class, he still sat still in his seat, flipping through the biology textbook.He turned around quietly for a minute or two, then suddenly turned to Zhou Qi, his hand on the table unconsciously curled up because of nervousness: "Do you want me to tell you the biology paper?"

"No need, I'll just check the books." After Zhou Qi finished speaking, he thought about it, and then said politely, "Thank you."

Fu Mingzhi looked at Zhou Qi indifferently, and said nothing.

But he didn't do anything else, just sat on his seat, didn't move, didn't read a book, stared at the wiped blackboard, wondering what he was thinking.

Yan Yi came from behind and hooked his hands towards Zhou Qi: "Zhou Qi, come out, let me tell you something."

Human energy needs to be vented. For more than a week, Zhou Qi held back and didn't vent his energy on Fu Mingzhi, so he diverted several targets, and Yan Yi was one of them.

He and Yan Yi got along very well.

Of course, the main reason is that Yan Yi's support is not bad, Zhou Qi has nothing to do to play adc, so he finds Yan Yi to form a team.

Zhou Qi happily flipped out from the desktop: "What's the matter?"

Yan Yi called him to the corridor.

Yan Yi sized him up and asked, "Zhou Qi, what's the matter with you recently?"

Zhou Qi didn't understand: "What do you mean?"

"Recently..." Yan Yi carefully chose his words and expressed euphemistically, "It's not the same as before."

Zhou Qi: "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, have you taken a fancy to me?"

Yan Yi: "..."

He gave up on flirting with Zhou Qi, and asked directly: "Did you break up with Fu Mingzhi?"

"No," Zhou Qi said, "isn't it all good?"

Yan Yi's expression was strange: "Who gave you the illusion?"

Zhou Qi didn't understand the core meaning Yan Yi wanted to express, and smiled: "No, what's the matter with you, can you just tell me?"

Yan Yi adjusted his glasses: "Scumbag."

Zhou Qi: "Huh?"

Yan Yi: "Can you take some responsibility?"

"?" Zhou Qi was stunned, and touched Yan Yi's stomach, "I am responsible for you? Are you pregnant? Mine?"

"..."

The class bell rang, and Zhou Qi was just about to withdraw his hand from touching Yan Yi's stomach, when the other hand was held, dripping with water, with the coolness of clear water, just after washing his hands.

It's Fu Mingzhi.

"It's class...Xiao Ming? Why are you holding my hand?" Zhou Qi went to look at Fu Mingzhi's spare time, Yan Yi turned around and went back to the classroom without saying a word, "Go back to class?"

He twitched his hand, but the more Zhou Qi twitched, the tighter Fu Mingzhi's grip became.

Fu Mingzhi didn't like to talk to people in the first place, Zhou Qi didn't bother him for more than a week, and Fu Mingzhi didn't bother him much, at most he asked if he wanted to give him a lecture, and there wasn't much communication.

Zhou Qi felt that Fu Mingzhi should have liked him more and more because of the disposition of an outstanding boy who had just pretended in front of the first grader, and thought that he was also a good classmate who corrected when he knew his mistakes.

But now it seems that is not the case.

The class bell jingled, and Zhou Qi was a little anxious when he heard it, but Fu Mingzhi was not in a hurry, holding his hand, his face was so cold that he looked angry, but he refused to meet Zhou Qi's eyes.

Zhou Qi held back the urge to look foolish and lazy as before, and pretended to be serious: "Student, what's wrong?"

"Come here." Fu Mingzhi led Zhou Qi to the teaching building.

The school bell passed the second time.

But Zhou Qi had no choice. When he reached the teaching building, he raised the hand held by the first grader: "It's class, what are you thinking?"

"You..." Fu Mingzhi drooped his eyelashes, and his face began to get hot again uncontrollably—this kind of reaction was annoying, "Why are you ignoring me?"

Fu Mingzhi no longer knew what he was talking about.

He didn't want to ask Zhou Qi so directly, "Why are you ignoring me?" Asking such a question sounds like a girl who has been abandoned from beginning to end.

But Zhou Qi seriously hindered Fu Mingzhi's ability to think.

Fu Mingzhi was a little angry.

"?" Zhou Qi was stunned for a moment, "I'm ignoring you? You said recently?" Zhou Qi had mixed feelings—mainly because of Fu Mingzhi's happiness in discovering his moral change.He found a plausible idiom with similar meaning in his scarce dictionary, "Didn't I see you as a good person and want to treat you as a guest?"

For Zhou Qi, who has a few scores in Chinese, respecting each other as a guest means that everyone is very polite.

For the first graders, respecting each other as guests is equivalent to raising the eyebrows, and it applies to the relationship between the object and the spouse.

The first grader froze: "Nonsense."

"Where am I talking nonsense?" Zhou Qi thought, and suddenly smiled, "Xiao Ming, do you like being teased?"

Fu Mingzhi: "No."

Zhou Qi didn't believe it, and looked at him strangely: "You have a physique, I thought you didn't want me to bother you, but you like to be me..."

Fu Mingzhi interrupted Zhou Qi abruptly: "Go back to class."

Zhou Qi raised his hand with a smile: "You pulled me down, do you want to hold hands with me back to the classroom?"

"..." Fu Mingzhi was silent for a second

, turned and entered the teaching building.

In fact, there is no need to go upstairs. In the next chemical experiment class, the class has to queue up to go downstairs to the laboratory in the next office building to do experiments.

There are more than 30 experimental tables in a laboratory, two people can sit on one table, and more than 60 people can be seated in the laboratory.Therefore, the three classes take the chemical experiment class together, and the three classes use two laboratories.

There are two people at a table, Zhou Qi was originally in the same group as Yan Yi, but as soon as he sat down, Yan Yi stood up quickly: "Fu Mingzhi, let's switch, I am in the group with Yang Qingqing. "

Zhou Qi twirled the glass rod like a pen, and asked Yan Yi: "Do you dislike me?"

Yan Yi didn't show any face to Zhou Qi: "Did you know that I despise you?" He took out the glass rod in Zhou Qi's hand and put it away, "What else can you do besides turning a glass rod, let Fu Mingzhi Take you, don't be with me."

When Zhou Qi heard this, he went to find Fu Mingzhi: "Xiao Ming, Yan Yi scolded me."

Fu Mingzhi said calmly, "Then you don't always look for him for nothing."

Zhou Qi: "?"

What is the logic?

Zhou Qi saw a colorful book in the hole in the table, and was about to take it out when he heard someone behind him scolding "fuck".

It sounds like an acquaintance.

Such as Huang Xu.

Zhou Qi turned his head, and as expected, he saw Huang Xu who had just sat down at the table behind him, and swept his eyes between him and Fu Mingzhi with a sullen face, and said unnaturally: "I can meet you wherever I go, Look at the two of you, two men are tired of being together every day, isn't it disgusting?"

Zhou Qi said badly: "He is my boyfriend, brother, why don't you understand?"

Huang Xu's expression froze for two seconds, and his words became incoherent: "Zhou Qi, turn, turn your head, I don't want to talk to you anymore."

Zhou Qi turned his head and sighed to Fu Mingzhi: "He is really a stupid brother."

But Fu Mingzhi said "Oh" and ignored him.

The experimental class has already started. The teacher demonstrated the experiment in the textbook on the podium. Although Zhou Qi was sitting in the front row, he did not stop him from taking out the book with a fancy cover that he saw just now from the hole in the table to read.

It's a comic book, the title is "Jummy's Secret Love", it sounds like a comic book about youthful love.

After reading more than ten pages, Zhou Qi felt something was wrong when he saw the male protagonist being pressed against the corner of the wall by the physics teacher and his face was red.

Unlike the old physics teacher who is 21 years old in class 48 and has round and bald hair on the top of his head, the physics teacher in the comics is handsome and rich in gold, in a suit and leather shoes, and the 16-year-old male protagonist is blushing and heartbeating in his arms.

But the physics teacher is not the right man who can get the male protagonist gay.

Zheng Gong is an outstanding student in the first school of the first grade department with comprehensive development of morality, intelligence, physical education, art and labor. The hero's crush at first sight when he entered high school.

The chemistry teacher on stage was doing experiments, and Zhou Qi offstage watched with great interest.

Even the chemistry teacher finished the experiment and stared at him for four or five seconds without realizing it.

Fu Mingzhi originally wanted to pull Zhou Qi's clothes, but when he looked over, he saw two boys in school uniforms kissing in an empty classroom on the page Zhou Qi was reading. Hanging on the tall boy like a wombat, transparent saliva dripped from the place where his lips and tongue met.

- you came to mess with me.

-Because I like you, I have liked you since the first time I saw you.

The number one in the grade was stunned for a few seconds, which directly caused Zhou Qi to be called up by the chemistry teacher——

"The fourth student from the north in the third row, the one who doesn't wear glasses... Oh, Zhou Qi, please get up."

When Zhou Qi just saw the confession, he was startled by the chemistry teacher. He looked around in a daze, without closing the book, and pointed to himself: "Teacher, did you call me?"

The chemistry experiment class was a young male teacher who had just graduated. He also taught chemistry in class 21. He was tall and thin, with a shirt on his arm. He looked not much different from the students.

The chemistry teacher sneered

: "If you don't listen carefully in class, do you enjoy reading?"

Zhou Qi thought about it and said, "It's not bad... so-so."

"It's okay, but I'm happy." The chemistry teacher stood on the podium and stared at the shameless student, "Read out what you read, and let everyone have fun together."

The class roared with laughter, filled with the cheerful atmosphere of watching the excitement.

Zhou Qi looked down at the two men kissing in the book, and sighed: "Teacher, I think this is indecent and not very good. Don't read it. I'll give you the book. You can read it yourself and be happy." good."

"..." The chemistry teacher laughed angrily at Zhou Qi, "Do you want to read it? If you don't read it here, I'll ask you to go to your head teacher's office and read all the books you read to you, Teacher Zhang."

Zhou Qi turned a page forward and also smiled: "Teacher, don't regret it."

Chemistry teacher: "I don't regret it, I still want Teacher Zhang to come over and listen to what books his students are reading in class."

The comic book has short lines, and Zhou Qi turned two pages forward: "Teacher, I'm sorry, I can't accept your forbidden love."

The class was silent for a short two seconds, and then there was an uproar in an instant, laughing up and down.

Chemistry teacher: "...what book are you reading?"

"Teacher, I thank you, but I can't like you." Zhou Qi didn't stop, "Whether you hug me or kiss me, I can't feel any throbbing for you. Because I already have someone I like. "

Fu Mingzhi stared at Zhou Qi expressionlessly.

There are only a few lines in the three or four pages of comics, and Zhou Qi read the passage from beginning to end: "The person I like is very good, he is the first in grade, I hope I can catch up with him one day, teacher, I'm sorry .”

Chemistry teacher:"……"

Fu Mingzhi: "..."

All the classmates looked at Fu Mingzhi with their eyes, and the happy atmosphere in the laboratory was pushed to the peak——

This book is amazing, one is the teacher, the other is the first grader, but these two people are still in the laboratory.

It's not a big deal to watch the excitement, some students started booing and shouting "together".

The chemistry teacher blushed with anger: "What are you talking about! Zhou Qi handed over the book. You don't read any positive books at such a young age. You read some dross. Don't want the book!"

Zhou Qi obediently handed in the book: "Teacher, this book is not mine, it was in the table hole in the laboratory."

The chemistry teacher glared at him: "Why are you talking so much? Go back and do the experiment!"

After school in the afternoon, it’s two weeks again, there is no two-week weekend for self-study and two days off.

It is not easy to maintain the friendship of classmates, but it is not difficult to obtain the friendship of classmates.

After the chemistry experiment class, several unfamiliar classmates came to talk to Zhou Qi.

Of course, they are all male students, there is no in-depth content, just jokingly ask Zhou Qi what is the name of the book, how does it feel, and which one do you like between the chemistry teacher and the first grader.

But the usual attitude of laughing and joking is a harbinger of collective acceptance of a person.

A thick stack of practice papers was handed out, and after class teacher Zhang delivered his speech on leaving school on the weekend, the class started to pack things noisily.

Zhou Qi had already packed up his things when Mr. Zhang was speaking. At this time, he had nothing to do, so he knocked on the table of his little classmate: "Will you still come to play with me on weekends?"

"You want me to find you?" Fu Mingzhi looked at him.

Even after handing out a dozen papers, I had to pack my schoolbag and go home. The desk of the first grader was still neat and tidy. From people to clothes, it was so clean that I didn't look like a teenager.

"Of course, I'd be bored without you." Zhou Qi coaxed the good student to do homework with him, "Xiao Ming, can you come over?"

Fu Mingzhi's ears turned red: "Do you still want me to sleep with you?"

"..." Zhou Qi ignoring his conscience, "If you are willing to agree, I am sure I will be happy too."

After school, the classroom is noisy and separated by two people.

No one can hear anyone while arranging desks.Zhang Feng cast his eyes outside the classroom, hurried out and in again, and stopped at Fu Mingzhi's desk: "Your mother is here, waiting for you outside the classroom, go out and find her."

Zhou Qi leaned back when he heard this - Fu Mingzhi's mother?

He kind of wanted to see, with the face of the first in the grade, his mother must be very good-looking.

Fu Mingzhi sat silently for a while, his tone was very light: "Okay, thank you teacher."

He got up to leave, but Zhou Qi grabbed Fu Mingzhi's wrist with quick eyesight. Zhang Feng glanced at Zhou Qi coldly, and Zhou Qi lowered his voice, "Can I come with you? I want to see what your mother looks like."

Fu Mingzhi didn't speak, but just pulled out his hand indifferently and left the classroom.

Wu Lan was leaning against the window in the corridor, wearing a tan silk dress, she was too thin.She wears bright makeup, but she still can't hide all the signs of aging.

Wu Lan looked calm, watching Fu Mingzhi walk over: "School is over?"

She took a pack of ladies' cigarettes from her bag.Wu Lan graduated from university, and at the age of 40 or [-], she still hasn't worked for a few days. She can only speak bluntly: "Leave Pingcheng with me and live in another city."

Fu Mingzhi never said a word.

"Unless I die, I won't let Fu An take you away." Wu Lan turned and opened the window, lit a cigarette, "You have lived with me for 17 years, if you still think I am your mother, leave here with me .”

The students in each class have gradually left the classroom, walked into the corridor, and looked at Fu Mingzhi and the charming woman beside him with curious eyes. Fu Mingzhi knew only a few classmates, but all the students in the whole grade knew the first grade.

Fu Mingzhi had nothing to say.

He couldn't tell whether it was because he felt absurd or because he was embarrassed in front of everyone at school.

It was clear that nothing happened, and Wu Lan didn't say anything to embarrass him, but Fu Mingzhi was still afraid.

Few things scare him.

When he was in elementary school, Fu Mingzhi was afraid that Wu Lan would not want him.

After growing up, Fu Mingzhi was afraid that the pus in his home, which had nothing to do with the school, would be dissected and exposed to the cold-eyed onlookers.

"Come with me, or watch me die, you have only two choices." Wu Lan regarded Fu Mingzhi's silence as a contempt for her, and sneered, "Don't daydream about going to Fu's family to live a rich life , I gave birth to you, and the kindness you owe me will be repaid even if you die."

Fu Mingzhi's hands trembled uncontrollably.

It seemed that all the students and teachers passing by would look at him with surprise, pity, and disbelief.

"You don't have to worry about following me and I'll make you drop out of high school," Wu Lan smashed out the cigarette, "I'm going to marry an old friend, and he promised to pay for the remaining year and a half of your tuition. That man lives in another place now. Cheng Cheng, if you are obedient, go live with him with me, and cut off contact with Fu An, and I will still be your mother."

Fu Mingzhi took a quick breath, as if something blocked his throat, causing him pain: "I... refuse."

"Fu Mingzhi, do you have hard wings and don't recognize me as a mother?" Wu Lan's voice became sharp.

Fu Mingzhi never thought that Wu Lan would restrain his emotions because he had to take care of his face outside.

It's just that Wu Lan has never been to school.

The students who came and went looked sideways.

Fu Mingzhi lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Let's talk about it when we go home."

Wu Lan grasped his weakness, and said with a sneer, "Promise me now, if you want your classmates to see what kind of white-eyed wolf you are, you can continue to contradict me here."

"I beg you, how are you?" - this sentence was stuck in Fu Mingzhi's throat and could not be uttered.

He couldn't speak.

A familiar voice came from behind, but he was not surprised, as if he had never heard anything: "Xiao Ming, why don't you go back to get your schoolbag after school?"

Zhou Qi.

Zhou Qi came over and saw it too.

Zhou Qi is a normal person who packs up his things and goes out

classroom, and saw his little deskmate at the door of the classroom.

The one standing next to the little deskmate should be his mother, which is similar to what Zhou Qi thought. Although she looks about 40 years old, she can still see her amazing beauty when she was young.

Zhou Qi saw the woman's long red nails, just in time to hear her call Fu Mingzhi a "white-eyed wolf".

At that moment, Zhou Qi felt that he could probably guess what was going on in the first grade's family.

If the guess is correct, Fu Mingzhi's mother should not be his father's original partner.

It seems that the education level is not high, the quality is not high, and he can smoke in school.

It seems that the relationship with Fu Mingzhi is quite bad.

"Hello, Auntie." Zhou Qi smiled, "I'm Fu Mingzhi's classmate. I have something to do in school. I want to explain to Fu Mingzhi."

Fu Mingzhi stared at him sharply: "The school is fine, you can go."

Zhou Qi lowered his voice and didn't look at him: "What should I do if I leave?"

Wu Lan glanced at Zhou Qi: "Are you Fu Mingzhi's friend?"

Zhou Qi: "At the same table."

Wu Lan didn't care much about Zhou Qi: "I'm going to handle the transfer procedures for Fu Mingzhi, so you don't have to look for him if you have anything to do at school."

Fu Mingzhi clenched his hands tightly, but he didn't refute.

"It's really impossible," Zhou Qi laughed, "Fu Mingzhi owes me money, I have to tell him when to pay me back, is it possible that I don't have to pay back the money after transferring to another school? Auntie, don't do this?"

Wu Lan frowned: "Did you borrow money from your classmate?"

Fu Mingzhi stared at Zhou Qi without speaking.

Zhou Qi grabbed his arm and walked towards the men's room: "Auntie, wait here for a while, I'll tell Fu Mingzhi about repaying the money and I'll ask him to come back to you."

After school, there is no one in the toilet.

Zhou Qi looked at Fu Mingzhi for a while, Fu Mingzhi lowered his eyes and let Zhou Qi watch, as if he was dumb and didn't say a word.

He knew that Zhou Qi was making excuses to pull him over, but he didn't know what Zhou Qi was going to say.

He didn't know what Zhou Qi would ask.

He didn't want Zhou Qi to ask anything, because he didn't want Zhou Qi to know anything.

After the two were silent for half a minute, Zhou Qi said: "If you have nowhere to go someday, you can find me. I will not transfer schools, nor will I move."

He didn't ask, and he didn't pretend to feel empathy for the misfortune, asking around to satisfy his curiosity.

Fu Mingzhi lowered his eyelids and only said, "Thank you."

Zhou Qi sighed: "You can come to me anytime." He paused and patted Fu Mingzhi on the shoulder, "If no one wants you anymore, I can temporarily adopt you as my adopted son."

Fu Mingzhi: "..."

Zhou Qi thought a lot: "Or you elope with me, and I will take care of you."

"..."

"Why don't you come to my house to sleep with me with a certificate tonight," Zhou Qi looked at him, "How are you doing?"

"..."

"Of course I'm not a prostitute. Besides sleeping with you, you have another choice." Zhou Qi got down to the point and elongated his tone, "Play in duo with me..."

"impossible."

Fu Mingzhi swept him coldly: "Don't play games with Yan Yi either."

Zhou Qi poked his face with a smile: "Then give your brother a smile, don't do this, I'm afraid."

All the accumulated embarrassment and boredom suddenly turned into embarrassment directed at Zhou Qi alone.

asshole.

Fu Mingzhi glanced at him with a half-smile, turned around and left the men's room.

It was unexpected to Zhou Qi to see Fu Mingzhi's mother saying that he would transfer Fu Mingzhi to another school.

But he didn't think Fu Mingzhi would definitely transfer schools.

One is that Fu's family is in Pingcheng, which is enough to let Fu Mingzhi be transferred to another place at will by his mother, and the other is that in the original campus novel, there is no plot of transferring.

Zhou Qi went home alone with his homework on his back.

Aunt Zhang's daughter was ill and had to ask for leave for the past two days, so Zhou Qi was left alone in the two-story building of Zhou's house.

And homework.

Although Zhou Qi looks like he is not doing business every day, he actually devotes more than 80.00% of his free time to studying.

On Friday, Zhou Qi didn't know what was going on in his head. He did his homework until [-] o'clock in the morning on Saturday, and he couldn't understand the Chinese texts, so he insisted on continuing to do his homework.

It wasn't until he finished his homework from 06:30 pm on Friday until [-] am the next morning that Zhou Qi collapsed back to bed, and there was still the takeaway he ordered last night that he didn't have time to eat on the desk.

Before going to bed, Zhou Qi made sure of one thing - Fu Mingzhi really didn't come.

Always abandoned.

Sleeping until five o'clock in the afternoon, Zhou Qi opened the curtains after washing and found that it was cloudy and rainy today, and the rain was scraping on the window thinly.

So Zhou Qi lay back to catch up on a rainy day.

The next time I wake up, it will be 07:30, 07:30 in the evening.

Zhou Qi was sleepy and dizzy, and habitually picked up his phone to check the message notification.

Two missed calls.

Two unread WeChat messages.

The missed calls belonged to Fu Mingzhi, and the unread WeChat messages belonged to him too.

Just two pitiful short articles.

-I will look for you.

- I'll wait for you at the door.

The second wechat shows that the time is half an hour ago.

Two, plus two periods, a total of 12 characters.

But Zhou Qi didn't know that Fu Mingzhi was obsessed with typing these 12 characters and ruined dozens of drafts, including "Can I find you", "I want to see you", "Why don't you answer the phone", "Why don't you talk to me?" ", "What are you doing now", "Have you repented", etc. Unsent messages that were deleted.

Zhou Qi stared at the word "doorway" in the last item for a long time.

- which door are you at ? ?Are you at my door? ? ?

The other side dawdled for a few minutes before replying:

-Yes it is.

-...Why didn't you ring the doorbell, my phone was muted when I was sleeping.

- it's broken.

Zhou Qi glanced out the window.

He wasn't sure if it would rain or not. Anyway, he woke up at four o'clock and it was raining, and it was still raining. Outside the window, there were only lights and the occasional car lights, and there was no sound at all.

When Zhou Qi opened the door, he realized that it was windy and rainy.

There are eaves in front of the gate, but they can't stop the wind and rain.

The young man stood outside the door wetly, looking at Zhou Qi quietly, the light of the phone in his hand was faint.

The cold rain dripped down from his thin cheeks, as if even his pupils were wet together.

Zhou Qi was stunned: "How long have you been standing here?"

"Not long, only half an hour." Fu Mingzhi said coldly, "I will leave if I can't wait for you."

Zhou Qi let him in sideways, not knowing what to say: "Go take a shower? Are you sleeping with me tonight?"

Fu Mingzhi came in and hugged Zhou Qi without warning.

Zhou Qi had goose bumps all over his body, Fu Mingzhi was drenched from head to toe, the coldness of the rain soaked from his body to Zhou Qi's body, even his hair was dripping, and it wet onto Zhou Qi's shoulders.

Zhou Qi ducked back: "What are you doing?"

Fu Mingzhi hugged him like this for a while, before letting go, and said concisely: "Now you are the same as me."

Zhou Qi looked at his thin T-shirt, which was also soaked through: "..."

Pulling on the ** T-shirt, Zhou Qi sneered at the behavior of the first grader: "Childish."

Fu Mingzhi lowered his eyes and said nothing.

He just wanted to hug Zhou Qi, but he didn't want Zhou Qi to know.

Zhou Qi just woke up and his brain was awakened by the cold water, and he pushed Fu Mingzhi: "Go take a bath, just change my clothes, don't catch a cold." Waking up at night with nothing to do, Zhou Qi thought for a while, and said hello to the students, "Do you drink? Beer."

Fu Mingzhi didn't drink it.

But he asked, "Would you like a drink?"

"I have it at home, I don't care if I drink it or not." Zhou Qi paused, and said lazily, "If you are in a bad mood, I will drink with you for a while."

Zhou Qi has a good drinker, and he was not a student who went to school peacefully when he was not in the youth training team.

Going to play professionally made Zhou Qi restrain himself.

The original owner was also like him, not very quiet, and his alcohol tolerance was not too bad.

Zhou Qi brought a case of beer and sat on the carpet in the living room on the first floor to open the case.

Cans, 24 cans in a box.

Zhou Qi doesn't get drunk easily when he drinks beer, it's mainly diuretic.

After playing a mobile game for more than 20 minutes, Fu Mingzhi went downstairs.

Zhou Qi threw aside the mobile phone kept on the record interface of the carry audience, and said with a smile: "You are wearing my clothes."

Fu Mingzhi leaned over and shut Zhou Qi's phone out of the game like an obsessive-compulsive disorder, turning off the screen to a black screen.

He ignored Zhou Qi's words: "Drink this?"

This was the first time that Fu Mingzhi wore his clothes. He lived for a week before, and Fu Mingzhi would rather wash his school uniform and wear it every day than wear his clothes.

Of course Zhou Qi was not happy to turn the page, and sat beside him: "Where's the underwear?"

"Zhou Qi!" Fu Mingzhi pushed him away unbearably.

"Don't worry, there's nothing you can't say about it," Zhou Qi said innocently, "If you wear it, you can wear it, if you don't wear it, you don't wear it. My closet is full of clean clothes and underwear, so it's fine to wear it."

Fu Mingzhi: "No."

Zhou Qi asked, "Aren't you getting wet?"

Fu Mingzhi stuffed a can of beer into Zhou Qi's hand: "Is it related to you?"

Zhou Qi: "I feel bad for you."

Fu Mingzhi: "...Oh."

Zhou Qi waited for a while and asked, "Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

Fu Mingzhi took a sip of beer, frowned and swallowed: "What do you think I want to tell you?"

"I think, you waited for me outside the door in the rain for half an hour," Zhou Qi pondered, "At least you have to cry on my shoulder for two hours now, right?"

"..." Fu Mingzhi remained expressionless, "You think too much."

——Fu Mingzhi really didn't cry for two hours.

Don't talk about crying for two hours, you didn't even talk for two hours.

Obviously at his house, Fu Mingzhi was more disciplined than at school, as if the teachers of the six subjects took turns to speak on the stage for the college entrance examination questions they would take the next year, and he listened carefully to the class under the stage and never spoke.

Zhou Qi was so bored that he turned on the TV.

Zhou Qi himself has not watched TV for more than four years.

So Zhou Qi didn't know that the reason why Fu Mingzhi didn't say a word was that Fu Mingzhi was afraid that he would say something when he was drunk.

Watching TV from eight o'clock to ten o'clock, Zhou Qi drank four or five cans of beer like drinking water.

The evening foam show was playing on TV, and Zhou Qi almost fell asleep watching it.

Zhou Qi was drowsy, and suddenly felt that his ear touched a piece of softness, went down along his earlobe, sucked on his earlobe, and then went down a little bit, touching the corner of Zhou Qi's mandible.

Zhou Qi woke up with fright.

He turned his head to look, and happened to see Fu Mingzhi's always gentle face, with downcast eyes, looking very good-natured.But the problem is that Fu Mingzhi didn't do anything good. As soon as Zhou Qi turned around, Fu Mingzhi's kiss moved from his chin to his cheek.

Zhou Qi was leaning on the sofa. Fu Mingzhi was sitting next to him, but at some point he half-propped up and put his arms around Zhou Qi's other side. His arms didn't touch Zhou Qi, but he wrapped Zhou Qi in his arms.

Zhou Qi nimbly got out, stood barefoot on the carpet, shocked

Surprised, he asked, "Fu Mingzhi, what the hell are you doing?"

Fu Mingzhi withdrew his arm and sat obediently like a harmless and good student.

Then he pulled down his pants and said coldly, "I'm not wearing your underwear."

Zhou Qi: "..."

Subconsciously, he glanced at the empty soda cans on the table twice and counted them clearly—excluding the four cans he drank, there were only two open cans.

There are still people in this world who can get drunk after drinking two cans of beer? ?

Zhou Qi took it, but Fu Mingzhi was obviously drunk.

He waved his hand: "Okay, okay, I saw it, you put on your pants."

Fu Mingzhi's ears turned red: "Don't you touch me?"

Zhou Qi: "?"

As a drunken drunk, Fu Mingzhi miraculously maintained his sense of shame, probably because shame affected him too far.

However, the remaining shame did not restrict Fu Mingzhi's words and deeds.

"Why did you touch me before, but you don't touch me now?" Fu Mingzhi looked at him bitterly, "Don't you like me?"

Zhou Qi took a deep breath, and it was rare to be reliable: "No, brother, you listen to me, put on your pants, go upstairs to sleep, and think about whether you want to ask me this kind of question after you wake up."

Then Zhou Qi saw that the first grader started to take off his clothes.

Zhou Qi: "...what are you doing?"

The first grader is even more innocent than him: "Sleep."