Fang Juexia's time was messed up, so he was messed up too.
"Here you are." He hurriedly stuffed the glutinous rice cake into Pei Tingsong's hand, then forcibly twisted his arm away and returned to the half of the space that originally belonged to him.
How many minutes are there now? He tried to calculate the time forward, but it got more and more messy. Fang Juexia had no choice but to give up. He pressed his back against the inner wall of the cabinet and retracted his hands and feet as much as possible, as if it were safe.
But his little clock broke, and he lost his calm and steady confidence.
To be honest, Pei Tingsong is a bit inexplicable, for what happened just now. He squeezed the glutinous rice cake in his hand, and the packaging bag made a fine squeeze sound of plastic.
Fang Juexia's perception system is always delayed. His perception is slow, just like in the paper-passing game before, he was only surprised by Pei Tingsong's swift offensive, nothing else. But suddenly, there was a sound of rustling bags in the silent closet, which seemed to have triggered a certain nerve in his perception system, and instantly pulled him back to the game scene where the outcome was overwhelming.
The sound of glass candy paper rubbing, after a long time late, began to boil in the red ears.
The clock is out of order, and now even the perception is starting to be confused.
It turned out that Fang Juexia wanted to give him snacks. Only then did Pei Tingsong understand the other party's motives.
Say it directly.
By the way, Fang Juexia wanted to speak directly at the beginning, but was blocked by him.
Outside there was the noise of teammates in the living room.
Pei Tingsong felt weak in his heart, and he should have been one of them.
"I just want to send me..." he said quietly.
Unexpectedly, Fang Juexia on the other side in the darkness preemptively said, "Throw it over and give it back to me."
He tried to take the opportunity to withdraw his snacks, although his tone was a little cold.
"Dreaming." What was in his hands was not returned. He directly opened the package with his teeth and squeezed the soft glutinous rice cake to his mouth.
At the moment when he touched his lips, the familiar soft and waxy touch made Pei Tingsong a moment of trance.
Obviously, there was no unusual emotions during the game, and he just wanted to win.
But now his lips seemed to have been electrified, and the glutinous rice cake evoked strange reveries.
In the darkness that no one could see, Pei Tingsong's Adam's apple rolled up and down a few times in a panic, then swallowed this little soft thing in one bite, and secretly vowed that he would never eat glutinous rice cakes again.
Even so, the scene of passing the sugar paper is still lingering in my mind. The darker the surroundings, the brighter the flashing light in Fang Juexia's eyes at that moment.
Darkness is the petri dish of emotions, and silence is the magnifying glass of the senses.
Out of a certain mentality that he didn't even know, Pei Tingsong just wanted to break the silence. He stretched out his somewhat sore legs and touched Fang Juexia, "Hey."
"I don't have a name?"
Fang Juexia didn't mean to be embarrassed, just a non-emotional question. In fact, he has long been accustomed to Pei Tingsong's reckless behavior, and the order of his age does not matter to him. Only at this moment, he just thought it was weird, everything was weird.
Pei Tingsong's throat choked. He originally wanted to ask him if he had anything to eat, but now he is countered indifferently, and the evil habits in his bones are coming back.
"How many times have you called my name?" As he said, he tried to get the attention of this cold guy, so he got closer, his knees bent to open Fang Juxia's knees, forcibly giving orders, "Hey, look at me ."
The deliberately lowered voice becomes more oppressive. His kneecap pressed against him maliciously, pushed his leg away, and even stepped on his thigh, "You are not looking at me at all, are you?"
Fang Juexia said bluntly, "I can't see it."
"Then I don't care." Pei Tingsong's tone was even more stubborn, with a little smile. Just as he was about to make the next move, the door of the wardrobe was suddenly opened.
The light was caught off guard.
"Dangdangdang! Come out!" Ling Yi, who was holding the closet door, stood behind the cameraman. At first he didn't see clearly, but the next second he found that the two of them in the closet were in a strange posture, especially Bae Tingsong’s legs...
Lu Yuan, who was standing next to Ling Yi, gloated, "Brother Yuan is very pleased. It seems that you two have been getting along well these five minutes."
The eyes immersed in the darkness suddenly returned to the light. Fang Juexia squinted and lowered his head. Pei Tingsong stretched out his hand to block his eyes, and quickly retracted his presumptuous legs.
Of course, this scene was also recorded in the live broadcast room for the first time.
[I want to kill you both in just five minutes! ! Quickly let mom Kangkang what are you doing! ]
[Hahahaha 01 I was so ridiculous that I came out of the closet really]
[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh is this scene of catching rape! ! ! I faint! ]
[Where are your feet on the vine! ]
[woc What happened to you two in this pose? ? Why is there no photographer in the closet! I hate! ]
[In this scene, there is a sense of sight of the anti-pornographic brigade directly hitting the scene hhh, especially the feeling that Xia pleaded guilty and bowed his head]
[Ah ah wrong billion! ! I want to watch the wardrobe play! ! ]
[Out of the closet, out of the closet, out of the closet]
[Today is the anniversary of our hearing coming out! ]
Pei Tingsong walked out first, mumbling to death.
"Just now we played another round outside, and then Lu Yuan lost hahaha!" Ling laughed as soon as he said, "He recorded the video of the hand-painting himself!"
Only then did Fang Juexia know that the photographer was lying outside, and there was no one outside the closet.
His heartbeat was a bit strange, not in line with his usual physical laws. He attributed this to the lack of oxygen in the confined space.
"I'm starving to death," Xiao Pei started looking for food as soon as he went out, "I have been punished all night. Give me something to eat."
Ling Yi picked up the unpacked bag on the sofa, "Hey, eat this, glutinous rice cake, it's delicious." After saying that, he took out one and threw it to Pei Tingsong.
This little glutinous rice cake drew a parabola in the air, and when it reached Pei Tingsong's arms, it turned into a hot potato. He reacted violently, "I don't want this." After he said that, he threw it to He Ziyan. He Ziyan didn't pick it up. Staying, Nuomi Ciao bounced away from his arm and fell into Fang Juexia's hands by accident.
Seeing this scene, Pei Tingsong walked away awkwardly, pretending not to see anything, "Is there just half a bag of potato chips?"
Fang Juexia lowered her head, staring at the poor glutinous rice cake lying in her palm, and finally opened the bag blankly and ate it herself.
"Is it delicious?" Ling pulled him to the sofa, "I bought this."
Delicious is delicious...
Fang Jue Xia pursed her lips and loosened it again. He tightened the transparent colored plastic packaging bag tightly and stuffed it into the pocket of his home suit. The shrinking package slowly rebounded in that small furry space, making a faint and long rustling sound.
"good to eat."
After everyone arrived, the interactive chat session was opened. Each of them can feel that the fans are increasing, and they can also feel that there are many new fans who can't catch up. This is an exciting thing. After two years of hard work, they can finally be seen by everyone.
"Let's answer the fan's question." Jiang Miao watched the barrage scrolling on the screen and started the cue process automatically.
Ling Yi and Lu Yuan applauded vigorously, "Okay!"
"I'm coming." He Ziyan took a screenshot and picked one out. "This id is a fan friend named [Kaleido is my new wall head], and asked, are the brothers of the card group all the original names? Is there any stage name in English? of."
Jiang Miao looked at each other and said with a smile, "Very few people ask this. Is it because our members have special names?"
The mention of He Ziyan started, "Only Ling Yi is special."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Yuan and him staged a two-person turn without warning. The two suddenly yelled in unison, "Is there a one?" Lu Yuan even pulled off Ling Yi's coat, found it inside, and was kicked away by Ling one by one, "No! Get out!"
Pei Tingsong had watched the video, and he almost squirted out potato chips with laughter, "Hahahahahaha."
[Hahaha no, I'm going to be laughed crazy by this sand sculpture group]
[Help hahahahahaha is there 1 hahahahahaha]
[Look at 01's expression hahahahaha, fucking 01 is so miserable hhhh]
"You bullied me again!" At the beginning, Ling swiped his arms like a chicken paddling and tried to fight He Ziyan Luyuan, and was reluctantly hugged by Juexia and Jiang Miao. Jiang Miao smiled, "It's okay, don't follow him. Both are angry."
Fang Juexia suddenly took the sentence without thinking, "No one is angry."
[Hahahahahaha Fang gradually becomes earthy]
He Ziyan laughed enough and sat upright, clutching his stomach, "Well, answer the questions seriously. The six of us are all original names, no stage names or English names. Maybe the company did not plan overseas at that time?"
Lu Yuan directly exposed, "How can a company so poor have money to do overseas projects."
Ling Yi: "Fortunately, we didn't do it, and we can't be that far."
Pei Tingsong: "The biggest advantage of this group is that it knows it well."
[Hahaha Yuan teacher is awesome! ]
[The boss is watching you! ]
[Bei Tingsong, you haven't inherited your merits, you count the least! ]
[Grass! Three consecutive fills hahaha, what's the matter with this regiment! ]
Jiang Miao looked at the barrage, "Jexia's? Ah yes, Juexia is his real name."
Fang Juexia nodded immediately, "Yes, my mother started because my birthday is June 26th, born in the summer."
"Jexia's name comes from an ancient poem," Jiang Miao said again, "Xiao Pei's is also from an ancient poem, isn't it."
Xiao Pei slapped a root of Pyrolone in his mouth and asked in front of the camera, "Does my name sound good?"
[Very good! ! ! ]
[Listening and singing, I was born to be a singer! ]
Jiang Miao suddenly thought, "Ah, but Xiao Pei grew up in the United States, maybe he has an English name." He glanced at Xiao Pei, "We really don't know."
Who knows Pei Tingsong directly shook his head, "No, when I am abroad, everyone calls me Song directly. I have no trouble in pronunciation. Americans will also find it strange. If you have a name, you don’t need to create another one. And my grandfather said, I’ll do it for myself. Yuanyuan and name are proud."
[Grandpa feels very stylish]
Ling Yi: "Secretly tell you that Xiao Pei's grandfather is a writer, and he has published a collection of poems."
[Wow! Grandpa is amazing! ]
[It feels like Xiao Pei's family is so amazing, no wonder Xiao Pei is so talented! ]
Lu Yuan stared at the screen, "Someone asked Xiao Pei why his Chinese is so good."
"I grew up in a bilingual living environment," Pei Tingsong explained, "Grandpa and I use Chinese, and my mother and I use English. When I was young, my grandpa took me to read Chinese books, and he taught me how to write Chinese calligraphy."
Fang Juexia didn't know these things about him. He listened silently, with some thoughts in his heart. Sure enough, human genes will leave behind many things, which will evolve into so-called inferiority or talent. This has been verified by him and Pei Tingsong.
"In short, I don't have an English name, so everyone just call my real name." Pei Tingsong emphasized again, "It's Pei, not Fei."
[Hahahahahaha haha discarded clothes from Wen Xiaopei]
When Cue reached this stalk, Fang Juexia couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth. It happened that this stalk also made Pei Tingsong think of him, and the two unexpectedly collided.
Pei Tingsong made an export threat at him—what a smile.
Fang Juexia raised his hand, and pulled the corners of her mouth with her index finger and thumb, turning back into an expressionless face.
Before Pei listened to praise, Ling Yi suddenly hugged his neck from behind, "Little Pei, I'll give you an English name!"
The perennial cross talk partner skills made Lu Yuan get it all at once, "Withdraw, let me say!" He covered Ling Yi's mouth, "The English name of Pei Tingsong is Listen and song..."
"Pei." He Ziyan added a surname and made four voices imitating the foreigner's accent.