After only a moment of silence, Jiang Zhihuo's message popped up.
Jiang Zhihuo: Damn it!
Jiang Zhihuo: You bastard!
Jiang Zhihuo: You actually went to the library behind Yuyun and me!
Jiang Zhihuo: Where are you? Locate it for me!
As expected.
Yan Mu: For you
Jiang Zhihuo: I want to learn!
Yan Mu: Study? You
Jiang Zhihuo said righteously: Yes.
Yan Mu: …
It seems that he is not going to cooperate.
Jiang Zhihuo sent a screenshot.
Jiang Zhihuo: [Picture]
Jiang Zhihuo: Friend.
Jiang Zhihuo: We have three rules, remember
Jiang Zhihuo: Four, five, six, write these three three times from memory
Yan Mu: …
Jiang Zhihuo: Forget it, I’m too lazy to go out, why don’t you come back
Yan Mu: …
Bai Yujun saw Yan Mu typing with his head down and asked, "Is there something wrong?"
"No." Yan Mu said, "Jiang Zhihuo."
Bai Yuyun smiled: "Don't quarrel."
Yan Mu said calmly: "They are arguing."
Bai Yujun smiled again, lowered her head, and said while reading a book, "You two have a really good relationship."
Yan Mu: "Relationships are really good and shouldn't be used like this."
Bai Yujun laughed.
In the end, Yan Mu failed to win the argument with Jiang Zhihuo.
When it comes to being a scoundrel, no one can compare to him.
Jiang Zhihuo took a photo directly in front of the mirror and even drew a circle around the teeth marks on his neck.
Jiang Zhihuo: Come back.
Yan Mu: …
He turned off the screen and said to Bai Yuyun, "I'm going home."
Bai Yujun didn't ask why, nodded and said, "Okay."
"What about you?" Yan Mu asked.
Bai Yujun pointed to the book spread out on the table and smiled, "I'll finish these problems and go back. The driver will pick me up. Don't worry about me."
On the way back, Yan Mu leaned on the back seat and rubbed his eyebrows.
This period of time has been a bit confusing.
The cell phone in his pocket was vibrating again, and Yan Mu was extremely annoyed.
When I took it out and took a look, it was not Jiang Zhihuo, but a small group of three people built by Wen Dajian. Usually, these two people would occasionally send some emoticons and pictures in the group.
Qu Xiao: Do you remember the cool bartender like Yan Shao that I told you about last weekend
Qu Xiao: I have shifts scheduled these evenings, do you want to come and play
Qu Xiao: Wen Da Da Da Da Mu
Wen Dadadada: Really? Then I will definitely come!
Wen Dada Dada: Young Master Yan is coming too? Tomorrow is Saturday, there is only one Saturday a week, how can you not come out!
Qu Xiao: Yes, we have new products in our bar, come and try them.
As long as they want to go out, these two people can come up with countless reasons.
Yan Mu did not refuse, nor did he agree immediately, but replied: Let me see.
Seeing that they were getting closer to their residence, Yan Mu asked the driver to stop the car on the side of the road.
"Master." Before getting off the car, the driver called him, "It's been a long time since you..."
Yan Mu interrupted him: "Sorry, Uncle Wang, I don't want to go back."
The driver, Uncle Wang, sighed: "Okay, be careful on the road, Master."
Walking alone on the way back to my residence.
The night wind stirs the cicadas' chirping, and above the sky, the stars are as numerous as fine sand.
When he opened the door, Jiang Zhihuo had just finished taking a shower and covered his head with a towel. He walked straight into the room and did not see Yan Mu opening the door and entering.
The window in the room opened with a swish.
I don’t know where he got this habit from, but Jiang Zhihuo never turns on the air conditioner when he’s alone at home.
Since Jiang Zhihuo didn't see him, Yan Mu was too lazy to call him. He changed into slippers, walked to the door of the room, and paused.
Jiang Zhihuo was seen sitting on the carpet beside the bed, with his legs crossed, looking down at his phone, tapping his fingers on the screen, as if he was sending a message to someone.
From this angle, Yan Mu could see the situation inside the room, but Jiang Zhihuo could not see outside the room.
Yan Mumei's heart skipped a beat.
Sure enough, after a while, the phone started vibrating again.
It’s Jiang Zhihuo’s message.
Jiang Zhihuo: Are you back? Are you back? Are you back
Jiang Zhihuo: Five minutes have passed!!
Jiang Zhihuo: Timeout!
Jiang Zhihuo: You decide for yourself! !
Jiang Zhihuo is a very magical person. I don’t know if it’s because he uses too many exclamation marks. He is clearly just typing, but there is always a sense of noise that overflows the screen.
If it were in the past, Yan Mu would definitely send six points.
But this time, he saw it clearly.
—From beginning to end, Jiang Zhihuo's face did not show much expression.
There was no usual liveliness and noise. He typed quietly, put his phone quietly beside his pillow, pulled off the towel, and, not knowing what he was thinking, he was in a daze for a moment and picked up a book from the desk.
I had just washed my hair, and the loose hair on my forehead was scattered, slightly bent by the water droplets, and my eyebrows were slightly drooping.
He was wearing clean casual clothes, with the collar sticking to his neck, his collarbone deeply sunken, his head lowered, his back straight, and a small piece of vertebra protruding from the back of his neck.
It doesn't seem deliberate, but it seems like pride is engraved in the bones.
Yan Muwei E.
—Even though they have been living together recently, he has never seen Jiang Zhihuo like this, not noisy or noisy, but quiet and well-behaved.
Yan Mu didn't know what he was thinking. By the time he reacted, he had already rushed into the room and grabbed Jiang Zhihuo's wrist.
Jiang Zhihuo was also stunned for a moment. His first reaction was to throw the book in his arms onto the table. The pride that was inadvertently revealed was hidden deep inside him. He asked with a chuckle, "Hey, what are you doing?!"
Yan Mu was stunned by the question. After a long while, he let go of her hand in a daze: "... Sorry."
Jiang Zhihuo: “?”
"Ah? What?" Jiang Zhihuo thought he had misheard. He didn't know why Yan Mu suddenly apologized, but since he had already apologized, there was no reason for him to refuse. He changed the subject and said, "Very good. It's good that you admit your mistake. Daddy forgives you."
“…” Yan Mu didn’t want to talk anymore and walked out of the room.
What was he doing just now
Yan Mu couldn't explain it at all.
The body precedes the mind - seeing Jiang Zhihuo like that, the palpitations at that moment completely occupied the entire brain.
—It was an indescribable intuition.
It was not until this moment that Yan Mu suddenly realized that he seemed to understand Jiang Zhihuo at all.
It's too messy.
At the same time, the group chat of three people began to pop up messages like crazy again.
Wenda Qu Xiao tried to use all kinds of weird reasons to convince Yan Mu to come out. Yan Mu rubbed his eyebrows, sighed lightly, and typed.
Yan Mu: Okay.
It doesn’t take long to take a shower in the summer. When Yan Mu came out of the bathroom, Jiang Zhihuo was blowing her hair. When he saw Yan Mu, he turned the hair dryer up and sprayed hot air on Yan Mu’s face: “Stay away from me!”
Yan Mu saw what Jiang Zhihuo was thinking, walked in, and said, "No make-up classes tonight."
Jiang Zhihuo: "Really?!"
"Well." Yan Mu opened the test paper, "Finish the test paper first."
Jiang Zhihuo: “…”
What's the difference between that and tutoring?!
During the Saturday self-study session, Jiang Zhihuo showed up for the first time.
Seeing that the table that was supposed to be empty was suddenly occupied, Chang Luo widened his eyes in surprise: "Brother Huo? You're here!"
Jiang Zhihuo raised his head: "Are you very hardworking?"
During the break, Zong Bei heard that Jiang Zhihuo had come to school, and ran over to ask: "I actually saw Jiang Zhihuo alive on Saturday?!"
Jiang Zhihuo: "I can come whenever I want, okay!"
Zong Bei: "Is it the tutoring from Yan Xueshen that gave you the motivation?"
Jiang Zhihuo collapsed when he mentioned tutoring: "Shut up, don't mention it!"
"What's wrong?" Zongbei asked puzzledly.
Jiang Zhihuo leaned against the railing and leaned back.
There are a few unknown flowers planted in the small flower bed outside the corridor. They have already bloomed. The tiny petals sway in the wind, emitting a very faint fragrance.
"last night… "
Chang Luo heard the conversation between Jiang Zhihuo and Zong Bei, leaned over and asked, "Last night?"
"Nothing." Jiang Zhihuo paused and didn't say anything else.
—Yan Mu was a little strange last night.
But if Jiang Zhihuo was asked to explain what was so strange about it, he couldn't tell.
Bad mood
Or... did you see something
Saying only half of the words is the most fatal. Zong Beichangluo waited for Jiang Zhihuo for a long time, his heart was in turmoil.
Chang Luo: "What happened last night?"
Seeing that Jiang Zhihuo had no intention of continuing to speak, Zong Bei said anxiously: "Huo, you should speak!!"
Jiang Zhihuo really didn't know what to say, so he said, "It's really nothing?"
At this time, a figure ran up the stairs, stumbling and gasping for breath. He didn't step firmly on the last step and tripped forward, bumping into Jiang Zhihuo.
Jiang Zhihuo supported him, looked at the person clearly, and called out his name: "Qiu editor?"
Editor Qiu was wearing a black neck ring and looked panicked. When he saw that it was Jiang Zhihuo, he reacted very strongly for some reason and directly shook off his hand, saying in a wary tone: "Don't touch me, you alphas!!"
Jiang Zhihuo who did nothing: "?"
"What's wrong with you?" Jiang Zhihuo asked.
The atmosphere froze.
Editor Qiu then realized his own gaffe, but he was too flustered to finish his sentence. He quickly calmed his breathing and asked without much further ado, "Where's Tang Anmiao?"
Chang Luo happened to see this before leaving the classroom and said, "I just saw her leave with Director Feng. She is not in the classroom now. What's the matter? I'll pass it on for you."
"Director Feng?!" Hearing these three words, Qiu's face turned pale instantly, "No, it's okay, I, I have to leave first, you, you better not tell her that I was here, I will say it myself, I will say it myself..."
He paused, then began to shake his head, saying, "No, no..."
With one hand, Qiu tightly grasped the neck ring, and with the other hand he kept scratching the back of his neck, as if that was not the most fragile gland of the omega, but a disgusting and horrible tumor, and he tried his best to dig it out.
“No…” Qiu Bian’s legs suddenly went limp and he staggered backwards. Chang Luo quickly supported him.
Qiu Bian's reaction just now was too big, so Jiang Zhihuo couldn't touch him again. Zong Bei quickly grabbed his hand and said, "What's wrong with you? Stop scratching, stop scratching, it's going to bleed."
"It's okay, I'm fine..." Qiu Bian raised his head, his eyes were red, he bit his lower lip tightly, and shook off Chang Luo and Zong Bei, "I, I..."
He wanted to run downstairs, but his legs were already weak and he had no strength left. He finally couldn't hold back his tears, which flowed down his cheeks. He kept wiping away his tears, his eyes were blank, and he murmured, "I... I can't say it..."