Don’t Pretend to be Poor with Me

    Your family is bored?

    Interesting?

    Xia Zhiye was dissatisfied with the previous short sentence, and then realized the amount of information in the latter sentence.

    He asked, "What do you mean by a little bit?"

    Shen Jiayan was mysterious: "That's what it means."

    "What do you mean?"

    "It means what you think it means."

    "Really what I meant?"

    "Yes, that's what you mean."

    The two said a tongue twister to each other.

    Xia Zhiye was silent for three seconds: "Why do you ask that?"

    Shen Jiayan crossed his hips in anger: "Why do you need to ask?!"

    Xia Zhiye: "…"

    "It's obviously the three of us shopping and eating together, do you two think that I exist? Your eyes are like his, and you keep looking at him and laughing. And you play games with double standards, If you ignore other girls, but Song Yan directly flashes and blocks, can this be the friendship between ordinary straight men?!"

    Shen Jiayan's question is righteous and well-founded, and it seems that the answer is obvious.

    However, Xia Zhiye himself couldn't be sure what the correct answer was, so he could only think silently.

    Seeing that he didn't refute, Shen Jiayan squinted and added furtively: "And I think Xiaoyan seems to mean something to you."

    Xia Zhiye raised her eyebrows slightly: "How do you say this?"

    Xia Zhiye: "…"

    Shen Jiayan felt that he was helpless, so he counted with him one by one with his fingers: "Look, Xiaoyan asked me last time if the study materials were given to you?"

    Xia Zhiye: "...Yes."

    "Yesterday you were eating out with a girl and posted on your Moments. Did he call you to kill you?"

    “…Yes.”

     "Did he take the initiative to wear a couple bracelet with you tonight?"

    “…Yes.”

    "Look." Shen Jiayan spread her hands, and all the defaults seemed to converge into one answer, "You must be in love with each other."

    “…”

    I haven't been completely sure if Xia Zhiye, who likes Song Yan, listens to Shen Jiayan's analysis of this, and actually thinks it makes sense.

    He began to recall the things that had happened since he met Song Yan.

    Song has a cold temper, but will help him print out the study materials.

    Song Yan is not close to people, but the first time they had lunch together, he gave him a piece of his favorite pork liver.

    Song Yan usually doesn’t like to talk to people, but he often brings him a copy of everything he buys, the same type of pen, the same type of notebook, the same type of milk tea, and even bought a couple bracelet today .

    The most inexplicable thing is that Song Yan said after seeing the photo of herself and her cousin that she should stay away from those girls of unknown origin.

    Although she said she was her sister, Song Yan's attitude was still a little strange. At the time, she felt a little inexplicable. Now that I think about it, it seems a little bit jealous and coquettish.

    So maybe Song Yan really... has a crush on him?

    Shen Jiayan looked at him as if he was lost in thought but not sure of the answer, and hated that iron was not steel: "Forget it, I'll just ask Xiaoyan directly."

    The moment she twisted the door handle, Xia Zhiye turned her head to look at him and reminded calmly, "What do you think will be the result if you ask Song Yan directly with this question?"

    Shen Jiayan paused for a moment, then answered rationally: "At this time next year, the grass on the tomb will be two meters high."

    "So you have to ask?"

    "No thanks, sorry for the inconvenience."

    Shen Jiayan let go of the door handle, took a step back silently, and after a minute of silence fearing death, looked up at Xia Zhiye: "Then what should I do now?"

    "Nothing to do." Xia Zhiye seemed to know, "Anyway, don't say anything to Song Yan, just let it take its course."

      .

    But he cares about Song Yan.

    What if Song Yan can't accept that a man likes a man or doesn't like him at all, and then he can't even be a friend because of this?

    And if Song Yan really likes him...

    Xia Zhiye's eyes had a faint smile that he didn't even notice.

    Shen Jiayan, who looked aside, was inexplicable: "What are you laughing at all of a sudden?"

    Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows slightly: "Did I smile?"

    “…”

    Smiles.

    Not only did she laugh, she also laughed.

    Shen Jiayan looked at Xia Zhiye's smiling face but didn't know it, and knew that being a handsome man was hopeless. After sighing helplessly, she took out her own washcloth. Supplies: "Okay, I'm going to take a bath first, you can think about it for a while."

    "Yeah."

    The bathroom door closes and the interior is quiet again.

    Xia Zhiye walked to the balcony, wanted to blow the air, calm down, turned his head, and saw the light yellow light pouring out from the balcony next door, dripping all over the floor.

    It turns out that Song Yan does not turn off the lights when she sleeps alone.

    I don't know if he will be afraid without him.

    Just as she was thinking, there was a huge "bang" sound from next door, like a heavy object falling to the ground, mixed with the sound of rushing water, Xia Zhiye didn't think about anything at that moment, just He turned around and ran to the next room.

    The door was unlocked, just opened it, and then pushed open the bathroom door: "Song Yan, you are all right."

    Song Yan is fine.

    The upper body is naked, and the lower body is wearing a pair of black satin pajama pants, carrying a large and heavy bottle of shower gel in his hand, which seems to have just been picked up from the ground.

    The shower next to her has been turned on, and the hot water is gurgling out, and under the warm yellow light, the lingering water vapor evaporates, soaking Song Yan's forehead and skin.

    It's very thin, but it doesn't make people feel too soft, but a kind of tenacity.

    You can even faintly see two small waist pockets protruding from the black fabric, and the waist pockets are further down…

    "Want to die?"

     A cold voice interrupted Xia Zhiye's intention to continue looking down.

    Xia Zhiye just recovered from her beauty, realized her nasty thoughts just now, avoided her eyes with a guilty conscience, tried to calm down, and coughed dryly: "What, I just heard someone Sound, I thought you fell, so come and have a look."

    "Can you leave in a mellow manner now that you're done?"

    Song Yan originally wanted to beat Xia Zhiye out, but when she heard this, she restrained her temper and drove people away very politely.

    Xia Zhiye didn't dare to look at him again: "Well, it's fine, then I'll go out first, call me if you have something."

    The voice tried to maintain a calm voice, but after speaking, he quickly closed the door and stepped out of the room in two steps, with the meaning of running away in a hurry.

    Just bumped into Shen Jiayan and came out of the shower, saw his appearance, blinked in confusion: "Why are your ears so red?"

    "Oh, it's nothing, it's just that the air conditioner is too high, it's hot, just take a shower." Xia Zhiye didn't change his face, and he walked into another bathroom and locked it. out the door.

    The rest of Shen Jiayan frowned in the living room alone, is the air conditioner temperature high? Maybe Xia Zhiye was afraid of the heat, so he adjusted the temperature of the central air conditioner to the lowest.

    In the bathroom, Xia Zhiye was propping up the edge of the sink, bowing his head and breathing deeply, trying to calm down the urge to have a sudden blood flow somewhere.

    However, after recovering for a long time, my mind is still full of the pictures I just saw. In addition to the snow-white skin and slender waist, there are also tight curves below the waist and straight and slender legs. The throat feels so dry.

    Xia Zhiye felt that he was probably finished.

    If the first time you feel the same person is an accident, the second time is a coincidence, and the third time you don’t recognize the account, it’s a bit unreasonable.

    This person is still his roommate.

    Xia Zhiye felt a little pain in his face when he thought about the scene a month ago when he swore that he was straight.

    But what can be done.

    He is a man who is in adolescence and has a normal physical and mental health.

    I could only turn on the faucet resignedly, took a shower, tried to calm myself down, and when everything finally calmed down, I changed into the hotel pajamas and walked out of the bathroom.

    Shen Jiayan was also lying on the bed and fell asleep, leaving a large open space and a whole quilt beside him, which seemed to be reserved for him.

    But Xia Zhiye felt that it was a bit awkward to sleep in the same bed the first time they met, and he was probably bent now, so it would not be good to sleep in the same bed with a boy.

    Simply took out an air conditioner quilt from the cabinet and went straight to the living room.

    Just as I lay down on the sofa, there was a creak, and the door to the single room opened.

    The light in the bedroom poured out from the door frame, cutting a twisted geometric light block in the dark living room, just shrouding Xia Zhiye on the sofa.

    Song Yan stood at the boundary of light and shadow, frowning: "Why are you sleeping in the living room?"

    Xia Zhiye said nonsense without blinking: "Shen Jiayan is snoring too loudly, I can't sleep."

    Song Yan: "?"

    Is Shen Jiayan snoring?

    Why can't he remember.

    Seeing Song Yan's skepticism, Xia Zhiye pretended to tighten the quilt: "It's fine, it's fine to sleep in the living room...Ah!"

    Before he finished speaking, Xia Zhiye turned his head to the side, covered his face, and sneezed lightly.

    Only then did Song Yan realize that the air conditioner temperature in the living room was very low, and Xia Zhiye only had a thin air conditioner quilt.

    And the sofa is not narrow or wide, but Xia Zhiye is 1.87 meters tall, so he can't stretch out completely on the sofa, and can only bend his long legs. Looking suffocated.

    People are kind enough to be free tour guides, and there's no reason why they can't even get a good night's sleep.

    Song Yan thought that she was not feeling sorry for Xia Zhiye, but just doing the most basic guest-host ceremony, and said coldly: "If you feel the living room is cold, come in and sleep."

     After speaking, she turned and entered the room, but did not close the door.

    From Xia Zhiye's point of view, it can be clearly seen that there is only one bed that is not too wide.

    So Xia Zhiye coughed twice and pretended to have no choice but to say, "Oh, there's no way, it's really cold outside", and then he hugged his quilt and took the hidden Zun's smile slowly walked behind Song Yan into his room.

    Look, Song Yanduo loves him.

    Would a normal boy feel so distressed about another boy?

    No.

    The rational use of roommates' hard mouth and soft heart is an excellent skill necessary for contemporary single male high school students.

    After all, if you like it or not, how will you know if you don’t try hard.