The next day before dawn, Fu Zhiyu tiptoeed off the quilt and looked at Chi Yu's legs on his stomach. He tried to get off the bed with Chi Yu's legs, but after several attempts, he always saw boys. After frowning, he stopped.
Fu Zhiyu let out a sigh of relief, leaned his upper body against the head of the bed and covered the quilt again, put his left hand on Chi Yu's shoulder, stretched his right arm, and wanted to reach for the notebook on the bedside table beside him. Maybe the movement was too big, the young man lying beside him snorted impatiently, his hairy head slanted, and hit Fu Zhiyu's rib.
"What time is it..." The boy's voice was tired, and after saying these words, he fell into a deep sleep.
Fu Zhiyan rubbed his head and felt the steady breathing of the person beside him, but he still replied softly, "It's still early."
Chi Yu's flight was in the morning, two hours later than the time for the exam. After today, the two of them will start another year of different places.
Before going to bed yesterday, Chi Yu told Fu Zhian that he would not be able to return to China in the near future because it was not easy to ask for leave from school. Fu Zhian smiled and nodded, there is not only one way to solve things, such as solving problems in other places, except for Chi Yu coming back, he can also go there.
On the day of the college entrance examination, Chi Yu was taking the exam. He took the time to run to the toilet, squatted on the toilet and listened to the boy's subtle breathing on the other side of the phone.
The palm of his hand holding the phone sweated unconsciously, and Chi Yu didn't dare to let out the air until he heard the familiar voice of the man opposite and the scream of a woman. Fu Zhi'an's voice was very low, and the voices of Fu Jianguo and Chen Yifang overcame all the sounds. He heard Fu Zhi'an's voice laughing and said from a distance from him, "I'll answer the phone."
After the door closed, the whole world was almost silent, and Fu Zhiyu paused before saying, "The result is out."
Chi Yu grabbed the corner of his clothes involuntarily, he pretended to be natural, and gave a low hum.
"A little disappointed."
Chi Yu's breath was stagnant. He only felt that Fu Zhi'an's tone was not very good, and subconsciously said, "It's okay, no regrets, no regrets."
"No full marks for the language."
"A little disappointed."
"..." As if he was choked on by a huge jujube core, Chi Yu took a while to recover and whispered into the receiver, "My mother."
For Fu Zhian, it was considered a malfunction. He was not the champion of the national college entrance examination, but the school still pulled out a red and colorful banner on the gate, which read: Congratulations to Fu Zhian, the third-year high school of our school, for winning the champion in province A.
According to the normal trajectory, Chen Yifang should be the happiest mother, but when she heard that her son had given up the opportunity to read the S university, her lips were speechless.
No matter how she asked, Fu Zhian just looked down at the book and replied casually, "I don't want to go."
Chi Yu didn't know all this, he just felt that Fu Zhian seemed to have gone to school early to report. Carrying a black suitcase, he stood at the gate of the school, took a photo and sent it to him. In the photo, Fu Zhiyu was wearing the t-shirt he used to meet before, and he seemed a little resistant when facing the camera, and his originally cold eyebrows looked more and more unhappy.
Two fingers swiped across the screen, zooming in on the photo, and zooming in again, until the person's face almost filled the screen.
"It's so fucking stupid." Chi Yu sat on the ground, stared at the person on the screen, blinked his eyes slowly, and then said, "Fu Zhiyu, this photo of you is so stupid."
Chi Yu felt that Fu Zhian's laziness came as an afterthought. After entering the university, Fu Zhian suddenly became very idle. There is almost no time difference between the two, and they are both speaking except during class time.
One day after that, Fu Zhiyan suddenly sent a game invitation to Chi Yu.
The game production is poor and the plot is boring. Chi Yu has to scold the operation of this game countless times every day.
Fu Zhian actually doesn't like playing games. For him, playing games is a waste of time and affects his eyesight. For this game, his pursuit is also very simple. After reaching level 60, he can receive the marriage quest.
Same-sex characters can also marry.
In addition to classes and experiments, Fu Zhian almost kept his phone close to him. Shao Yingran, who was in the dormitory with him, always laughed at him: "Fu Zhian, your girlfriend is too clingy."
Fu Zhian didn't answer most of the time, but Shao Yingran couldn't take it anymore, so he said blankly, "I'm more clingy."
The turning point of the situation was that on the night near the end of the freshman year, Fu Zhiyu was taking a shower in the bathroom, and Shao Yingran, who was sitting on the table with the ringing phone, had a headache. He hooked his neck and looked at the screen, which read: Xiaochi.
As usual, Shao Yingran would rather be assigned to do biological experiments than to pay Zhi'an's mobile phone, but that day, he was about to hit the evil spirit. Can you make it again, brother Fu is taking a shower."
There was silence on the other end for a long time, just when Shao Yingran was about to hang up the phone, a cold and clear male voice came from the opposite side.
"Who the fuck are you?"
When Fu Zhiyu opened the bathroom door, Shao Yingran stood at the door, looking at him with a complicated expression. The mobile phone in his hand seemed to be a hot potato. Seeing him coming out, Shao Yingran put the mobile phone in his arms and walked sideways to the bathroom.
When the door was half closed, Shao Yingran smiled embarrassingly and stammered, "Well, my sister-in-law is quite temperamental."
"When you were taking a shower, you forced me to ask why I answered your phone for more than ten minutes." Shao Yingran didn't dare to look at Fu Zhian, he closed the door quickly, and shouted through the door, "Please explain to me if you are tired!"
In the next six months, Chi Yu would bring up this matter every once in a while. Fu Zhiyu couldn't make any sense on the phone, so he decided to speak in person.