Liang Sunian went out for dinner with his friends who played ball with him.
When he came back, he saw Li Tang and Shen Xuehao sitting shoulder to shoulder, yelling at the computer. Shen Xuehao's eardrums were about to explode, so he simply threw the mouse to him and covered his ears, feeling depressed.
"What are you doing? I heard you screaming downstairs."
He casually glanced around the room, but didn't see the pretty little mysophobia-freak. He wondered if she was still in the studio and hadn't come back yet.
Li Tang was busy and flustered, but he took the time out of his busy schedule to reply: "Brother Liang, why do you sound exactly like my high school class teacher?"
Liang Sunian: "Why not the same as your father?"
"..." Li Tang clicked the left button of the mouse vigorously: "All men who want to be someone else's father are stinking gays!"
This statement is fresh.
Liang Sunian couldn't think of a rebuttal for the moment, so he raised his eyebrows, went back to his seat, got the cup and poured water.
"WoC got it! I'm so awesome!"
Li Tang let out a long howl, and Shen Xuehao, who had finally lost his patience, slapped him on the back of the head: "Shut up for being so noisy, get back to your seat."
"Okay, okay, I'll be quiet, I'll pay and leave, hehe."
"What are you robbing?"
Liang Sunian stood behind them holding a cup like an old man, bent over and took a closer look: "Ty's shoes?"
"Yes, it's a limited edition that has just been released. The color combination is amazing. Wearing it will definitely seduce countless girls. You will be able to be in heaven immediately."
A typical example of a contemporary college student who has been poisoned by capitalism's money-making tricks, he is so positive and energetic even when giving money.
"You think girls are stupid, you look at their feet instead of their faces?" Shen Xuehao rolled his eyes to the sky: "If Lao Liang said this, I would believe it."
"Don't dampen my enthusiasm, or I'll cry in a minute."
Li Tang paid the bill with satisfaction, and turned to ask Liang Sunian: "Brother Liang, I remember you also have a few pairs of shoes of this brand, right? Are you not buying them this time?"
"I didn't pay attention to the activity time." Liang Sunian took a sip of water slowly.
"That's okay. There's another one next week." Li Tang comforted him, "There are only 2,000 pairs available. Only 1,000 pairs were sold tonight. You have a good chance."
"Well, let's talk about it later."
Liang Sunian was not very interested in the styles this time and did not have the crazy impulse to spend money like Li Tang.
After watching the excitement, he turned around and prepared to go back to his seat. The door to the balcony was opened. He raised his eyelids and met Xie Jiaran's eyes.
The moonlight is nice tonight. The boy came in from outside, and his eyes seemed to be filled with moonlight, cool and beautiful.
It turns out he's back.
Liang Sunian habitually raised the corner of his mouth and wanted to say good evening, but the other party seemed to be burned by something and quickly looked away as if to escape.
She walked past him quickly with her eyes downcast, the corners of her mouth pulled straight and her expression cold.
Liang Sunian raised his eyebrows in confusion and was nudged lightly at the elbow by Li Tang who was passing by.
"Hey, are you disliked?"
Li Tang lowered his voice and said, "Hurry up and take a shower, big brother. If you are any later, you will be thrown into the list of sloppy kings by our 'little princess' of 305."
Liang Sunian sighed and tried to clear his name: "Watch your wording. I washed it after playing ball."
Li Tang glanced back and whispered, "Xie Jiaran didn't see it. I think he only saw you sweating profusely on the court, right?"
Liang Su Nian thought about it
... It seems to be true.
Okay, that works fine.
He put down the glass and opened the wardrobe.
In order for the "little princess" to sleep well tonight, he will go and wash it again.
Xie Jiaran didn't know that his hasty escape had been labeled as disgusting from the inside out. He didn't know what to do after sitting down. His mind was in a mess and he could only stare blankly at the page of the dormitory change application form on the table.
That was the only result of his work after staying in the studio all night.
Ding~
When the message came in, Xie Jiaran lowered his head and opened his phone:
Lin Shan:/Picture
Lin Shan: Beauty is not to be missed! Since you ran too fast this afternoon and missed a lot, I specially asked for photos for you. Come and accept the handsome face of my male god!
Xie Jiaran replied with an emoji of a kitten lying on the ground, and then clicked on the large picture.
This is a photo of the basketball court in the afternoon. From the shooting angle, it can be seen that the photographer should be standing in the front row at the edge of the court.
The picture is messy and has no focus. In addition to the referee and several players in the picture, there is also a large circle of onlookers, making it difficult to figure out who the male god Lin Shan is talking about is.
Xie Jiaran couldn't guess and didn't want to guess, because when he first enlarged the picture, he saw Liang Sunian standing on the left side of the picture.
He held a half-empty bottle of mineral water in his left hand, lowered his head slightly, and used his right hand to lift the hem of his clothes to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
The angular face is half covered, and below is a part of the waist exposed, with obvious abdominal muscles.
It was a quick glance at the scene in the afternoon.
He spent the whole night trying to clear this scene from his mind, but unexpectedly, it happened again in this way.
Xie Jiaran bit his lower lip unconsciously. His brain anxiously told him to stop looking and immediately discard the picture, but his eyes and hands refused to obey.
His fingers kept curling and loosening, his fingertips digging into his palms again and again, eager to grasp something, but unfortunately his hands were empty and he couldn't hold anything.
Just like how he feels now.
Until footsteps sounded behind him.
Xie Jiaran woke up as if from a dream, and placed his phone upside down on the table with the screen facing down.
Li Tang, who was doing nothing but wanting to pour some water, was caught off guard and frightened, and almost lost his grip on the cup.
He stood there stupidly, bewilderedly watching Xie Jiaran, who had been quiet just a moment ago, suddenly stand up, frown, climb onto the bed, and quickly pull the mosquito net shut.
It was as if he had reached the limit of his patience and could not wait to isolate himself from them.
"... ..."
Xiao Li looks so innocent and confused.
He looked himself down uncertainly, then lifted his collar and sniffed carefully.
I just took a shower, so it doesn’t stink.
Does he have to wash it again...
Xie Jiaran pulled the quilt over himself and covered himself completely. The world was dark and everything was quiet.
He could only hear his own anxious breathing, breathing, breathing, the sound of the bathroom door opening, the footsteps walking back to the dormitory from the balcony, the sound of coughing with the back of his hand against his lips, the whirring of the hair dryer...
When it was time to turn off the lights, darkness shrouded the outside of the quilt and silence gradually fell.
Xie Jiaran couldn't calm down.
Whether I open my eyes or close them, the same lingering scene appears.
He remained awake until he heard a faint snoring sound from the bed opposite him. He rubbed the back of his hand hard against the cold, hard wall.
He turned over and looked in the direction of the man on the bed diagonally opposite him, pinching his wrist with his fingertips, his eyes unfocused.
Just as he was about to close his eyes in pain again to endure the next cycle, there was movement in the direction he had been looking at.
The person inside turned over, sat up, lifted the mosquito net and got out of bed. He moved very quietly for fear of waking up his roommate.
He groped in the dark and found his slippers, put them on, walked a few steps, lifted the curtains and opened the door. The moonlight and street lights waiting outside the balcony couldn't wait to pounce on him.
It was not until this moment that Xie Jiaran noticed that he was not wearing a shirt.
The intersection of light and dark depicts a clear outline, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and the muscle lines of the arms and waist are smooth and beautiful.
During the day, she only reluctantly exposed a small part of her waist and abdomen in front of everyone, but now it was displayed in front of him without reservation.
Xie Jiaran's mind went blank.
His breathing became heavier along with the strength of his fingertips.
He sat up, lowered his head and closed his eyes tightly. The itchiness suddenly gathered and rose, so arrogant that it was about to break through the surface of his skin.
Liang Sunian had a bit of a fever, and because he had exercised too much during the day, his temperature began to rise not long after he took a shower.
The air in the room was particularly hot and stuffy tonight. He couldn't hold on for more than a moment and decided to go to the balcony to get some cool air, otherwise he probably wouldn't be able to sleep well tonight.
He casually poured cold water on his face and arms, leaned on the railing, enjoyed the breeze, and occasionally checked the WeChat group chat history.
It was a group from his former dormitory. A few night owls were still awake, vigorously discussing what tactics to use to defeat the opponent in tomorrow's final.
Yes, their competition with the Chinese Department is not over yet.
We originally just wanted to have a small friendly match to enhance our relationship, but who knew it would end in a draw.
Players from both sides felt that the game should have a winner, but neither wanted to admit defeat, so they decided to have an extra game the next day to decide the winner.
Liang Sunian was tagged in several messages, all of which were wailing and complaining that he should not have shown mercy today.
If he could show 70% of his strength, how could those rookies in the Chinese Department have a chance to ask for an extra game
Isn't it agreed to be a friendly match? We have to be friendly.
Liang Sunian felt comfortable in the night breeze, and replied lazily with his eyes half closed.
As soon as he appeared, the already lively group went into an uproar, and everyone complained that he didn't know what the undercurrent of polite words meant, and didn't understand what the open and covert struggles under the guise of friendship were actually linked to the honor of the department.
Liang Sunian felt that what they said made sense.
So he humbly accepted the criticism and was about to objectively comment on the rubbish tactics they had just spent nearly two hours discussing, when he suddenly felt a poke in the back.
It was very light, with a coolness that was different from his temperature.
There is also noticeable hesitation and caution.
He turned around and saw his roommate, who had disliked him all night, standing behind him. He was very close to him, but less than a step he would normally take.
Liang Sunian's eyes showed surprise: "What's the matter?"
Thinking of a possibility, he bit his cheek with some toothache.
I have already taken two showers today. Am I going to get caught for coming out to enjoy the cool air and have to take a third shower
Xie Jiaran withdrew his hands and let them hang by his sides, then looked up at him with eyes that were slightly moist, light and bright.
She was wearing a loose and soft white T-shirt, with the fabric hanging loosely on her shoulders, making her figure look even thinner.
He opened his mouth, and a few words lingered on his tongue for a while before he uttered them with difficulty:
"Liang Sunian, can you hug me?"