Early the next morning, the two boarded the return flight.
Yi Jiamu kept his expression on his face and did not take the initiative to speak. Gu Yesheng noticed that the little boy had a low face, so he didn't tease him again for a while.
After arriving at the school, Gu Yesheng sent the person downstairs to the dormitory very gentlemanly. Seeing Yi Jiamu going upstairs, he suddenly called softly, "Mumu."
Yi Jiamu paused for a while, then looked back: "Huh?"
Gu Yesheng thought about it and said, "The second half of the competition is next, and it should be very busy by then."
Yi Jiamu looked at him quietly, not understanding what he was going to say for a while.
Under such gaze, Gu Yesheng slightly curled the corners of his lips, and suddenly walked to Yi Jiamu's side, and slowly leaned into his ear: "I mean, even if I don't have time to remind you, I hope Don't you forget, I like yours, this thing."
"… "
Yi Jiamu's face was hot, and instinctively took two steps back.
Before I had time to hold back my words, I just heard that something next to me fell to the ground with a "slap".
Yi Jiamu looked back and happened to meet Sang Bei who came back from outside.
Sang Bei quickly picked up the communicator that had fallen on the ground, and smiled stiffly: "What a coincidence, ha, ha, you continue, continue."
After speaking, he ran into the dormitory without looking back.
Yi Jiamu was silent for a moment under Gu Yesheng's half-smile look, he didn't answer any more, and left with an expressionless face.
When he walked into the dormitory door, he saw Sang Bei, who had escaped so fast just now, rushed towards him enthusiastically, his eyes full of excitement that couldn't wait: "Hurry up, tell me, you and Ye Shen last night. How far have you gone?"
Yi Jiamu was carefully putting the cactus back on the balcony, when he heard the words, he couldn't help but pause: "What is it, which step?"
Sang Bei smiled deeply: "Stop pretending, I saw it downstairs just now. Ye Shen's attitude towards you, wow, it's really close!"
Yi Jiamu: "..."
Sangbei noticed the reddish ears of his roommate, but felt that his heart of gossip was burning more and more. After thinking about it, he asked tentatively: "Yesterday, Ye Shen should have a good bath, right?"
Sang Bei thought that this was euphemistic enough, but he didn't expect that as soon as the words came out, he didn't know what Yi Jiamu had in mind. The roots of his reddish ears burned directly to both cheeks.
Without making any response, Yi Jiamu grabbed the backpack and rushed directly into the balcony: "If there's nothing else, I'll go and fill the thorns with nutrient solution first."
Sang Bei looked at the empty dormitory in the blink of an eye, and blinked slowly after a while, as if he understood something from Yi Jiamu's reaction, and the look in his eyes suddenly brightened.
He controlled the urge to cry frantically in his heart, took out the communicator with a sullen expression, and sent a message to the only ally of the night CP: [Ah, ah, big news, sister, I think we've got it for real!]
On the other side, as soon as Gu Yesheng entered the door of the apartment, he felt the communicator in his arms vibrate twice.
I took it out and took a look, and a smile appeared in the long and narrow eyes: [Oh, that's really good~#smile]
Gu Yesheng never imagined that after a mere week, he couldn't laugh anymore.
With the end of the preliminary round, the entire Yiyuan Club has been put into preparations for the second half of the stage.
After all, Yi Jiamu is an assistant of the association, and the two of them have not met infrequently in the Yiyuan Association building.
However, whenever there is a need for communication, Yi Jiamu can always send Gu Yesheng off in the most concise and comprehensive tone, and avoids almost all contact with him except for training-related content.
Not to mention that Gu Yesheng was here at the time, even bystanders like Xu Yi found out that Yi Jiamu was avoiding him.
"I said, what good things happened on the day you were left alone?" Xu Yi gave full play to his gossip nature at such a time. He didn't leave in a hurry after the day's training, and he approached Gu Yesheng's place with great curiosity. Beside him, "Tell me honestly, are you playing a hooligan to Mumu?"
Gu Yesheng took a sip of water expressionlessly, and glanced at him lightly: "If I say it's a child playing a hooligan to me, would you believe it?"
Xu Yi sneered: "What do you think?"
That is unbelief.
Gu Yesheng slowly withdrew his gaze, looked back at the back who was seriously recording data in the distance, and sighed faintly: "But the fact is, he looked at my body and threatened to break my leg. "
The tone is full of grievances here: "And I can't even say the words that ask him to be responsible for me."
Xu Yi was shocked by his shameless behavior like a bitter drama: "I always thought I was shameless enough, but I didn't expect you to be a hundred times more shameless than me!"
Gu Yesheng moved the corners of his lips, and finally didn't bother to say anything.
Originally, he was the one who was being watched, but no one believed the truth when he said the truth, and he was simply exhausted.
Gu Yesheng's eyes darkened slightly, and his tone was even more light: "Remember to bring the door when you leave."
Xu Yi: "I didn't seem to say I wanted to leave?"
Gu Yesheng glanced at him blankly: "Then you can prepare to go now."
Xu Yi read a sense of threat that might be cut down at any time in his eyes, and immediately picked up the jacket on the sofa without hesitation, especially able to bend and stretch: "You are right, I almost forgot that there was another one at night. Dating!"
As he spoke, seeing Gu Yesheng laying back on the sofa lazily again, as if he was not ready to move, before he left, he risked his life and gently reminded him, "To treat someone as innocent as the little assistant, I think you'd better not be too showy."
Gu Yesheng didn't say a word, and after a cold eye knife, he slowly turned his eyes to Yi Jiamu again.
After this week, let alone holding hands, I didn't even say a few words. Even the delivery of milk tea was rejected with no seriousness or seriousness. Thinking about it carefully, it is really aggrieved.
After another week or so, the second half of the competition will officially start.
Although the intensity was appropriately reduced in order to prevent the members from overtraining, most of them were used for the targeted training of the next opponent, and piles of data were generated every day.
All these need to be archived by the assistant Yi Jiamu, so every time others finish training, he needs to stay for a long time to organize.
Standing in front of the instrument, Yi Jiamu could feel the line of sight that fell on him, like an invisible hand that melted sticky to his neck, vaguely revealing an ambiguity.
He admitted that after returning to school, he did have some intention of avoiding Gu Yesheng on purpose. But it's not entirely out of selfishness. On the one hand, he really needs to slow down. On the other hand, the piles of training reports waiting for him to sort out really keep him busy.
Unconsciously, the sky gradually darkened.
The entire floor was empty. Yi Jiamu put the last page of data into the file bag, and was about to send it to the data room, but he didn't notice someone behind him, and he turned around and slammed into his arms.
Gu Yesheng gave a hand gently, lowered his eyes and smiled lightly: "Be careful."
Yi Jiamu calmly avoided such sight: "Well..."
Gu Yesheng naturally stretched out his hand and took the document bag from Yi Jiamu: "Do you want to send it to the reference room, I'll get it for you."
"No." Yi Jiamu instinctively wanted to grab it, but was avoided.
"But I want to help you." Gu Yesheng's expression looked hurt, "Mumu, you don't like me so much?"
Such a low voice stroked gently and softly from the base of the ear, and in a trance, it seemed to return to the water-drenched space, and a faint floral fragrance floated in the nostrils.
Yi Jiamu's heartbeat couldn't help but speed up for a moment, then choked: "It's not that I don't like it..."
"Isn't it that you don't like it?" Gu Yesheng showed a stunned expression, "So, you still like me, right?"
"… "
Yi Jiamu stopped talking.
Gu Yesheng remembered Xu Yi's reminder, and in the end he controlled the urge to continue opening the screen.
No longer teasing, he opened the document in his hand and patted the child's head lightly with his other hand: "Anyway, I just want to help you get the document, I can't even connect such a small Are your requests satisfied?"
Yi Jiamu looked at his sincere attitude, and finally nodded: "Then be careful, don't lose it."
Gu Yesheng laughed: "Guaranteed to complete the task."
Yi Jiamu didn't speak any more, turned and walked towards the reference room, with Gu Yesheng following behind.
After walking in one after another, looking at the familiar furnishings in the room, Yi Jiamu couldn't help but have a strange feeling in his mind.
This reference room is obviously not unfamiliar to them, and even too many things have happened in it.
Usually I don't feel much, but when the two are alone here, an ambiguous feeling begins to quietly diffuse in the air.
Yi Jiamu forcibly retracted his thoughts and began to classify today's documents one by one.
Gu Yesheng was not as chaotic as he expected, and leaned very quietly by the door, just hugging his body and looking at him.
The data about group combat needs to be placed at the top of the file rack. Yi Jiamu glanced up and was about to find the feet of the chair when suddenly approaching footsteps came from behind.
Gu Yesheng took the document from him lightly: "Do you want to put it here?"
While speaking, Gu Yesheng moved slightly forward.
The raised arm circled around Yi Jiamu's ear, and at too close a distance, it seemed to surround him from behind.
The smell of pheromone belonging to Alpha was quietly caged from the surroundings, and Sisi's breath slowly rubbed his neck with a faint heat.
The skin around the glands is already sensitive, and under such subtle provocation, there seems to be an electric current that instantly flows through the whole body.
Yi Jiamu's body stiffened involuntarily, his body tensed a little, his head lowered, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Well..."
After Gu Yesheng finished putting out the information, he realized that the child in his arms was a little too quiet.
Taking a closer look at the postures of the two at this time, a smile appeared in their eyes.
He was not in a hurry to walk away, just quietly enjoying this shy look.
Yi Jiamu waited for a while. Seeing that the person behind him had not moved for a long time, he couldn't hold back any longer, and asked in a low voice, "Have you put it away?"
Gu Yesheng couldn't help but want to laugh: "It's okay."
After speaking, he slowly let go of the person in front of him.
Before taking half a step, Yi Jiamu could not wait to escape from such a narrow and ambiguous space. As a result, he didn't pay attention, and as soon as he turned around, the bottle in his trouser pocket fell.
After rolling a few laps on the ground, he slowly stopped at Gu Yesheng's feet.
Before waiting for a response, Gu Yesheng had already leaned over and picked it up.
Taking a look, a trace of surprise flashed across his eyes, and he suddenly smiled meaningfully: "I didn't expect it, little kid, the routine is quite deep?"
Yi Jiamu looked at the bottle in Gu Yesheng's hand, and then remembered that he kept the spray that he was going to return to Zhuo Ming in his pocket.
At this moment, I suddenly heard such a sentence, and blinked a little blankly: "What routine?"
Gu Yesheng looked at Yi Jiamu's expression, thoughtfully, and then slowly raised the corner of his mouth after a while: "What is Enthus, don't you know?"
Yi Jiamu: "?"
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