Shen Yanming hesitated for a while, his lips moved slightly but he didn't say anything. He Changkong was still waiting for his answer. After a while, Shen Yanming seemed to have made up his mind and simply scratched his white hair: "I'll go back and get mine."
There's no need to be so shy and timid as if she were a young lady getting into a bridal sedan.
He had originally intended to come and show some concern for He Changkong. This was great, they could all lie on the same bed and chat, just like the boys used to chat in the dormitory at night, and as they chatted... maybe He Changkong would be willing to open up
After knowing each other for such a long time, He Changkong seldom talked about himself.
Shen Yanming would be quite happy if he could take this opportunity to have a closer look with He Changkong.
Of course, we rarely talked about our personal matters in the dormitory at night. We mostly talked about games, girls in class, teachers, and shoes that we couldn’t get when they were released…
But he had said it anyway, so he decided to stay at his good neighbor Kongjiang's place tonight. It's not absolute that you can sleep in a bad position. Just hug the pillow first, and then you'll be afraid of hugging someone else.
Shen Yanming went back and hugged his pillow and blanket. Before he stepped out of his room, he looked up and took a deep look at the air conditioner in the room. He murmured, "Why is a good air conditioner dripping? Is the air conditioner also drooling in the middle of the night? Will the bionic air conditioner dream of electronic fried chicken wings?"
He thought randomly again, there is only one letter difference between "kongjiang" and "air conditioner". Would He Changkong, who seemed impeccable in every aspect, drool while sleeping
Thinking of this, Shen Yanming patted his face. This brain is not good at anything, and it just keeps thinking about the first place.
When he ran to He Changkong's room again, He Changkong was already leaning against the head of the bed flipping through a book. There was a large empty space on the side, which was reserved for Shen Yanming.
Shen Yanming walked around the other side of the bed, laid out his pillow and blanket, knelt on the bed and looked down at He Changkong: "What did you watch today?"
He Changkong said the title of the book, closed it, put it back on the bedside table, and lay down. It's not that he didn't want to read it. Normally, he could read for another half an hour before going to sleep. But if Shen Yanming kept staring at him, he would find that he hadn't turned the page for several minutes. Maybe he would just be distracted by the same page if he continued to hold the book.
He was unable to concentrate on the words on the paper, and his thoughts drifted to some faraway place.
In fact, he hadn't expected that he would let Shen Yanming sleep in his room. He usually had very little contact with others. Except for the time when they shared a twin room when they went to other places for competitions, he never took the initiative to let others stay overnight in his room, let alone share a bed. And he could see that Shen Yanming probably didn't come here to find him for this matter, but he didn't know why, his words came before his thoughts, and he asked just like that.
After asking, I felt that I would most likely be rejected.
But Shen Yanming actually went back to get a pillow and quilt and ran over.
This made him feel a little overwhelmed.
After hearing the title of the book mentioned by He Changkong, Shen Yanming looked as if he had suddenly realized something. This time he said, "Oh~ I haven't heard of it either."
Shen Yanming lay down on his side, hugged his blanket, and said with a smile: "I tried to read the book that my brother had read some time ago. After reading it, I felt that I really don't have any talent for learning... Do you think I am uneducated?"
He Changkong was stunned at first, remembering the name Shen Yanming had changed before. He had vaguely guessed whether Shen Yanming had gone to read a book, but he was afraid that he was overthinking, so he didn't ask. Now that he had personally admitted it, He Changkong asked again: "Why did you read that book?"
Shen Yanming was too embarrassed to say that he wanted to understand He Changkong's spiritual world, so he said in a roundabout way: "The book that brother reads must be good, I'll just take a look."
Shen Yanming was lying on his side. If He Changkong turned his head slightly, he could look directly into his face. Perhaps their breaths would be entangled. Unfortunately, He Changkong couldn't even move, let alone turn his head. He lay straight, staring at the ceiling. In his peripheral vision, Shen Yanming looked straight at him with a pair of eyes as clear as a spring. He blinked from time to time, and his eyelashes fluttered up and down like a small fan.
He Changkong simply raised his hand to turn off the bedside lamp. His discomfort was somewhat alleviated in the darkness.
He said, "Everyone likes and is good at different things. I don't know the calculation formulas and experimental principles of science and engineering. Do you think I am uneducated?"
Shen Yanming answered quickly: "Of course not."
He Changkong chuckled: "Besides, we are professional players now. Being able to play well in the game is more important than anything else... Nothing else matters."
Shen Yanming was a little curious and moved closer to He Changkong: "What major did you study in college?"
It wasn't just out of curiosity. He was lying next to He Changkong, and the faint scent of shower gel on his body lingered in his nose, making him inexplicably nervous. In addition, it had been a long time since he had slept in the same bed with someone else, so Shen Yanming still felt a little uncomfortable.
Whenever he got nervous, he wanted to find something to say to ease the feeling of restraint around him.
Everyone only knew that He Changkong dropped out of a good school. As for what he studied specifically, no one seemed to have mentioned it, and Meng Yan had never talked about it either.
He Changkong did not hide it: "Chinese Department."
Not surprising...
Shen Yanming almost asked, "Why don't you continue studying?" To be able to get into such a good school, he must have good grades. From Meng Yan's words, Shen Yanming knew that He Changkong must have had good grades since he was a child. In addition, He Changkong also likes to read books, so his family shouldn't force him to study... Of course, this person is also amazing. Not only is he good at studying, he is also good at playing games. However, no matter how good he is at playing games, from the perspective of ordinary people, they should think that it is better to study hard and find a stable job.
But it was not easy to ask such questions, as there might be some sad stories behind them. He was here to make He Changkong happy, not the other way around. He even regretted mentioning his university major.
Unexpectedly, He Changkong spoke first: "When I was a freshman, I hated going to school because of something. I skipped classes every day to play games in the dormitory. I skipped too many classes and failed many courses. At that time, Meng Yan was already in the team. He asked me to come over as a joke, and I really came. He was scared to death."
Shen Yanming opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.
Does He Changkong also have times when he escapes from reality like this
He Changkong didn't seem to want to talk about this anymore, and said calmly: "Go to sleep."
Shen Yanming: "Well... good night."
When talking about sleeping, the two people's reactions were completely different. Shen Yanming turned over and faced He Changkong with his back, hugging the blanket and curling up like a shrimp. At first, he was thinking about some random things, but soon he could no longer control what he was thinking, and all the fragments in his mind became fragments of dreams.
Slowly, his breathing became steady.
He Changkong listened to Shen Yanming's breathing but couldn't fall asleep. He couldn't sleep, maybe because he was not used to having another person next to him, or maybe because he just mentioned something that was a long time ago but was not a happy thing for him.
He just lay there, and he didn't know how long it had been before the person next to him turned over again.
The blanket in Shen Yanming's hands had slipped away at some point. His hands were empty and he instinctively felt uncomfortable, so he looked for his pillow, hoping to fill his empty arms again.
Shen Yanming stretched out his hand and put it on He Changkong's waist, with his head resting on his chest.
He Changkong's body stiffened.
Shen Yanming was unaware in his sleep, and he rubbed his new pillow. After a while, his legs also entangled with it restlessly.
The air conditioner in the room was set to a very low temperature, but He Changkong felt inexplicably hot. The culprit was undoubtedly the person who was clinging to him.
The warm breath that came with his breathing hit He Changkong through the thin layer of pajamas.
Besides feeling a little hot, He Changkong could also clearly hear his own heartbeat.
His mind was a mess, like a ball of paste.
Could it be that it's because he's never been held in someone's arms while sleeping that he's so distracted
He Changkong took a deep breath and raised his hand.
Of course he could carry this human octopus away.
But he hesitated for a long time, and finally -
He also gently placed his hand on the other's waist.
He didn't know what he was thinking.
This time it wasn't Shen Yanming who was unilaterally clinging to He Changkong.
They held each other, like two pieces of broken jade embedded together.
The next day, He Changkong woke up first. When he woke up, Shen Yanming was still in his arms. He couldn't see clearly last night because the lights were off, but now that it was daybreak and the sunlight was leaking through the curtains that were not fully drawn, He Changkong could see Shen Yanming clearly.
Shen Yanming's silver-white hair was a little messy, her face was buried in his chest, her mouth was slightly pouting, and her face was rosy.
He Changkong couldn't help but reach out and poke Shen Yanming's cheek. Shen Yanming frowned, raised his hand and waved it around to slap away the evil fingers.
He Changkong shook his head. He carefully took Shen Yanming's hands and feet away from him, and stuffed a pillow into his arms. Then he stood up very quietly, took his clothes and went into the bathroom.
When he came out again, Shen Yanming was already sitting cross-legged on the bed playing with his phone. Seeing He Changkong coming out, Shen Yanming smiled and said, "Good morning."
"Good morning," He Changkong's expression did not change. "Did I wake you up? I wanted to wake you up after running."
"No, I woke up naturally while sleeping," Shen Yanming yawned and said, "It seems like you've been in there for a long time. I even heard the sound of water. Why are you taking a shower so early?"
He Changkong was stunned: "... No." He just went to take a shower and tried to sort out his thoughts, but he couldn't figure out what was going on. Instead, he became more and more confused.
Shen Yanming did not ask more questions. He was thinking about other things and felt a little embarrassed at the moment: "Did I sleep well last night? I was afraid that I would hug you in my sleep and disturb your sleep."
He Changkong thought of Shen Yanming sleeping soundly in his arms, and shook his head against his will: "I didn't hug anyone randomly."
Shen Yanming was delighted: "That's good."
He Changkong asked again: "You slept in the same room with others before... did you hug them randomly?"
"No, I used to sleep like this when I was a kid, so I never slept with anyone when I grew up. But I feel relieved when you say that. I guess I will get rid of this habit slowly," Shen Yanming joked happily, "That's great, then I can go to my relatives and friends without worry. I'll sleep with Little Pudding tonight and Little Fish tomorrow night..."
He Changkong: “!!!”
He Changkong was still a little entangled, but after hearing what Shen Yanming said, he refuted him without thinking: "... No."
Shen Yanming: “Hmm?”
He Changkong spread rumors about his teammates without batting an eyelid: "Pudding likes to sleep naked, and Fish snores when he sleeps."
"… That's really hard to handle," Shen Yanming said with some suspicion on his face, "How did you know?"
"Meng Yan said that Meng Yan likes to sleep with people everywhere," He Changkong's Adam's apple rolled up and down, "If your air conditioner is not repaired tonight, come back to my place."