Wen Qing stared blankly at Io's profile.
The afternoon sun fell on him, like a faint halo covering his body, adding a touch of softness to his lazy temperament.
Io said slowly: "If you don't like it, I won't say anything."
He lowered his eyes and spoke in a low voice.
Wen Qing had the illusion that she was bullying him, and said dryly: "I don't dislike it."
Io continued typing on the keyboard: "That's good."
"I came to Nancheng alone with no familiarity. I have no friends here. I thought you despised me."
As he spoke, he sighed.
Wen Qing could see that Iou's words were a bit of acting and pretending to be pitiful, but he chose to take the soft rather than the hard, so he had to say to Iou: "I don't despise you."
He pursed his lips, and began to think about his past relationship with Io.
The dormitory was rebuilt by the sophomore year, and he and Io had known each other for two months after all their efforts.
Since the beginning of school, Io has taken good care of himself. On the other hand, he has been busy studying and working part-time, and he has little concern for his friends and classmates.
Seeing Wen Qing in a daze, Io paused with his fingertips, leaned in front of him, and asked, "What are you thinking?"
Wen Qing said truthfully, "I'm reflecting."
Io asked: "Reflect on what?"
Wen Qing blinked, and said to him: "Reflecting, I seem to care less about you."
Hearing this, Io nodded vigorously.
Wen Qing said slowly, "So you must be bored."
"So you have to tell me about the phone calls and WeChat."
Io: "..."
After a moment of silence, he simply followed the topic and said, "So you care about me more in the future."
Wen Qing nodded, picked up his phone, and opened the wechat group in the dormitory.
301 handsome guys
Wen Qing: [@徐峰峰@宋强, what time will your meeting be?]
Xu Fengfeng: [? ? ?]
Song Qiang: [Am I not mistaken?]
Xu Fengfeng: [Wen Qing, why did you suddenly ask about this? what happened?]
Song Qiang: [Did they come here? Do you need the two of us to hurry back and help you hold the scene?]
Wen gently bowed his head and typed: [No, nothing happened.]
Wen Qing: [I just care about you.]
When Io saw Wen Qing's phone screen, the smile on his face froze.
Wen Qing didn't notice his expression, and continued typing: [Let me invite everyone to dinner tonight.]
Song Qiang: [Thank you, Boss Wen, Boss Wen is generous.]
Xu Fengfeng: [Wait until we finish the meeting.]
Wen Qing: [you can think about what to eat.]
Song Qiang: [It doesn’t matter if it tastes good or not, as long as you want something expensive]
Xu Fengfeng: [Boss Wen, I have low requirements, just eat something cheap. Let's not take Song Qiang.]
After these two sentences were sent out, Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng did not send any more messages.
Wen gently put down the phone, and when he looked up, he saw Io staring directly at him.
Io leaned forward and leaned in front of him, almost touching the tip of his nose: "Is it my turn now?"
The warm breath came oncoming, and the two breathed intertwined.
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, feeling that the distance was a bit ambiguous.
He dodged back and distanced himself.
Io did not approach any further, but opened his arms and said to Wen Qing, "You hug me."
Wen Qing: "???"
Seeing that he was motionless, Io raised his eyebrows slightly: "You said just now that you wanted to care about me."
Wen Qing was silent for a while, and asked, "Is hugging just to care about you?"
Eo nodded, and said without changing his face: "A hug can make people feel at ease."
Wen lightly pursed his lips, wondering whether this sentence was true or not.
In the next second, Io hugged him.
Io's height is much taller than Wen Qing's, and he easily hugged him into his arms, with his chin lightly resting on the top of Wen Qing's head.
He closed his eyes and said softly, "Let me hug you for a while."
Wen gently leaned against his chest, and Iou's strong heartbeat was heard next to his ears.
I don't know why, but I feel a little relieved.
"That..." Wen paused for a moment, then said hesitantly, "Can I ask you a question?"
Io hummed: "What do you want to know?"
Wen Qing opened his mouth, wanting to ask about 001.
After glancing at the plan book on Yiou's computer from the corner of his eye, he dared not ask again.
If Io knew 001, if Io had a relationship with 001...
Then the reason why he entered the dungeon may not be as simple as luck.
When the words came to her lips, Wen Qing didn't dare to ask again.
If Io has a relationship with 001, how should he face Io in the future
If it doesn't matter, how would he explain 001? Yi Ou is not as easy to fool as Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng...
Suddenly, Wen Qing felt that Io lowered his head, his cheek was pressed against his cheek, and his lips brushed against his ear.
The hot breath brushed over the neck, itching and hot.
Wen shrank his neck lightly, and pushed Io away.
Io sat back in the chair, with the sweet fragrance still lingering on the tip of his nose, he couldn't help but licked his lips, stared at Wen Qing, and asked again: "What do you want to know?"
Wen Qing thought for a while, then asked casually, "Are you gay?"
Eo nodded, then shook his head again.
Wen Qing stared at him for a while: "Are you bisexual?"
Io: "..."
Wen Qing cut to the point and said, "Did you smell me just now?"
Io nodded, and said frankly: "You smell very fragrant, fragrant and sweet."
Wen gently lowered his head and sniffed, but didn't feel anything.
He thought for a while, and said to Io, "It might be the smell of shower gel."
"You can use my shower gel if you like."
Io: "..."
Wen Qing looked at him, thinking whether to directly say that he seemed to like boys now, and it was better for the two of them not to have too close contact.
"I… "
Just said a word, the phone rang, it was an unfamiliar number.
Wen Qing picked up the phone and heard a sweet female voice: "Excuse me, is this Mr. Wen?"
Wen lightly responded.
The female voice smiled: "Hello, I am the department manager of Huaguo Industrial and Commercial Bank. I would like to ask if you need to handle the corresponding wealth management business."
"No, thank you." Wen Qing hung up the phone, remembering the poor student application he had handed in at the beginning of school.
He turned to Io and said, "I'm going out first."
Io asked, "Are you going to the bank?"
Wen shook his head lightly: "I'm going to find a counselor first."
"Okay," Io replied, tapping on the keyboard, "Let me rethink the world view."
…
The dormitory area of Nancheng University is separated from the teaching area by a street, and the teaching building of the School of Public Administration is not far away, it only takes ten minutes.
Wen Qing went straight to the counselor's desk and said softly, "Teacher."
The counselor put down his work, looked up at Wen Qing, and asked, "What's the matter?"
Wen Qing said directly: "Teacher, I want to cancel the poor student application submitted some time ago."
The counselor was stunned for a moment. He knew about Wen Qing's situation and his family was not good, but he had been studying hard and had a lot of part-time jobs in school.
He said, "Based on your situation, it is reasonable to apply for the poor student subsidy, and it will definitely be approved."
Wen Qing nodded and said with a smile: "The teacher I know, I don't need it now, let's leave it to other students."
The counselor continued: "No matter what happens in study or life, you can come to me."
Wen Qing replied: "Okay, thank you teacher."
The counselor couldn't help but look at him more. He remembered that Wen Qing used to be a shy and introverted character, and would blush after a few words with the teacher, but now he seemed to be a different person.
It was a change in a good direction. The counselor didn't ask him why he canceled the application, but printed out a form and handed it to him: "Fill out the form first, and then go to the Academic Affairs Office to find Teacher Chen Jian Chen."
"Okay, thank you teacher."
After filling in the information, Wen Qing went to the Office of Academic Affairs to deal with poor students' applications and student loans.
When I walked out of the teaching building, it was already dark.
Wen Qing looked up at the dark sky for a while, then walked into the snack street beside her.
At a glance, I saw a newly opened shop - a milk tea shop.
Probably because this is not a chain milk tea shop, the front of the shop is extremely deserted, and no one buys milk tea.
Wen Qing approached and saw the only staff member in the store.
It was a girl with a high ponytail. She was lying on a chair and eating melon seeds, stuffing handfuls of melon seeds into her mouth without spitting out the melon seeds.
Wen Qing watched her eat a small bag of melon seeds in two bites, and called softly: "Excuse me..."
"What?" The girl with the high ponytail sat up impatiently, was startled when she saw Wen Qing's face, then raised a smile and asked, "What would you like to drink?"
Without thinking, Wen Qing said, "A cup of signature milk tea."
"Okay." The girl with the high ponytail quickly washed and wiped her hands, and made milk tea for him herself.
Wen Qing glanced around, but didn't see another person in the store.
He hesitated and asked, "Excuse me, are you the boss?"
"No, no, no," the girl with the high ponytail shook her head, "I'm just a wage earner."
"The boss is chasing someone."
Wen Qing was startled: "Chasing someone?"
The movement of the girl with the high ponytail paused, and immediately added: "Yes, the debt collector has gone."
"Is that so." Wen Qing lowered her eyes, it didn't sound like 001.
He continued to ask: "When will the boss come?"
"How dare I ask about the whereabouts of that adult." The girl with the high ponytail covered the milk tea lid, took out a standing sign with a WeChat QR code printed on it from under the counter, and just walked in front of Wen Qing.
"Big brother, this is the boss's WeChat, you can add it."
Wen Qing nodded, scanned the QR code, and applied to add friends.
The other party quickly passed his friend request.
Wen Qing took the milk tea and asked, "How much?"
The girl with the high ponytail shook her head and said with a smile, "It doesn't cost money, big, big brother."
Wen Qing took a second look at her and felt that this girl was a little strange.
Realizing that she was being suspected, the girl with the high ponytail quickly put on a standard smile and explained: "New customers and boss WeChat can drink for free."
Wen lightly groaned, still feeling a little strange.
Although the new stores near the school often do similar activities, buy XX for one yuan and XX for two yuan, but this is the first time he has encountered it for free.
Holding the milk tea tenderly, she turned and left after thanking her.
As soon as he left, two girls from the fruit shop next door immediately walked to the milk tea shop and asked, "Boss, can I drink milk tea for free by adding WeChat?"
The smile on the girl's face with the high ponytail disappeared, she glanced at them, and quickly put away the WeChat sign: "No."
"The time limit is until six o'clock, and now it's gone."
"Ah... okay."
"Boss, remember to post this kind of activity in the future, otherwise we won't know about it."
"I want a cup of signature milk tea."
"Go next door and buy a little bit."
...
Wen Qing didn't hear the conversation behind him.
He lowered his head and stared at the boss's WeChat.
The WeChat avatar is blank, and the name is a very strange symbol.
It's neither Chinese nor English, Wen Qing has never seen it before, and doesn't know it.
Click on the circle of friends, a horizontal line.
nothing.
Wen Qing couldn't see the relationship between the boss and 001 from WeChat.
What should he ask
After hesitating for a long time, Wen Qing finally made a decision when she walked downstairs to the dormitory.
Anyway, the other party is a stranger, and it is best to have a relationship with 001. If there is no relationship, just delete it.
No one will know anyone in the future.
After Wen Qing finished her mental preparations, she clicked on the chat dialog box and sent the password.
Wen Qing: [001.]
The other party replied in seconds: [I am 1.]
Wen Qing: "..."
After a moment of silence, Wen gently clicked on his profile and directly added to the blacklist.
the other side
Yi Ou stared at the chat dialog box, seeing that Wen Qing didn't reply for a long time, he stopped joking, and edited a new message: [It's me.]
Press the send button and see a red exclamation point.
[The message has been sent, but it was rejected by the other party.]