Social temperature

Song Yuanxun sent Zhao Han to the airport security checkpoint, and just sat down in the car when a push notification suddenly appeared on his phone.

"Mu matched you."

Song Yuanxun picked up his phone and found that the push came from a software he had never seen before.Song Yuanxun clicked on it, and saw that on the interface of the new software, a selfie took up more than half of the screen.

The protagonist of the selfie showed a chin and was wearing a black T-shirt. The neckline of the T-shirt was not too big and not too small, covering the small and delicate collarbone, and the chest under the T-shirt was very flat. From the photos alone, some Men and women are indistinguishable.

Song Yuanxun continued to pull down, and wrote the basic information of the other user under the photo. This person is called Mu, male, Asian, 21 years old, and the next line explains the operation method of the software matching. Swipe right to accept, left Slide means ignore.

Seeing this, Song Yuanxun understood, and Zhao Han installed a dating software for him.

The words on the phone screen flashed, as if urging Song Yuanxun to make a decision quickly.

Song Yuanxun originally wanted to swipe to the left. He ignored this person named Mu before deleting the software, but he looked at the half photo on the top of the screen, but for some reason, he paused and swiped backwards.The software interface switched from cool to warm, accompanied by the sound of a short heartbeat, indicating that Song Yuanxun and Mu were successfully paired.

Mu seemed to be standing by and waiting for Song Yuanxun to agree. As soon as the two successfully matched, they sent a message to Song Yuanxun, still a voice message.

Song Yuanxun looked at the screen, but before he clicked on it, the call from the culprit, Zhao Han, came first.Song Yuanxun picked it up, and Zhao Han happily asked him on the other end: "Did you see the farewell gift I gave you?"

"What did you install on my phone?" Song Yuanxun asked Zhao Han, calmly carrying a hint of evil spirits.

"Just the software I mentioned to you just now." Zhao Han was not frightened by him, and said "tsk", "Did you forget what we said yesterday?"

If Song Yuanxun's friends were to be ranked according to their degree of unreliability, from high to low, and ranked in order, Zhao Han's score would definitely be the best.

Song Yuanxun recalled for a moment, recalling that Zhao Han seemed to have said some irrelevant things to him last night.

Zhao Han passed through City C yesterday, stayed at Song Yuanxun's house for a night, drank Song Yuanxun's wine, smoked Song Yuanxun's cigarettes, and asked Song Yuanxun in a gesture of not wanting to be beaten: "Ah Xun, what are you doing?" Mom doesn't dare to ask you, she comes to me every time, and I want to ask, are you fucking gay?"

Song Yuanxun was turning on his computer to analyze the data recorded in the laboratory during the day, when he heard the word "gay", he thought of the man in the laboratory who was covered in makeup, and immediately his whole body was shocked. He gave Zhao Han a cold look, and asked: " You want to go out and sleep on the couch tonight?"

"No, no," Zhao Han saw that Song Yuanxun was still closing the computer, stood up and walked towards him, looking like he was about to fight, and quickly waved his hands, "I'm just asking, isn't this auntie asking me? Why are you reacting so violently?"

"What's gay or not? Is it disgusting?" Song Yuanxun said expressionlessly.

Zhao Han was taken aback when he heard the words, and said slowly: "Your politics are not quite right."

Song Yuanxun opened the door of the refrigerator, poured himself a glass of wine, leaned his back against the wall slightly, looked at Zhao Han who was occupying his sofa, and responded to Zhao Han with a single voice: "Oh .”

Then he added: "Isn't it disgusting?"

Zhao Han sat up, looked at Song Yuanxun for a long time, took a sip of wine, and said, "Hey, do you know that there is a saying that homophobia means deep closet."

Seeing that Song Yuanxun remained silent, Zhao Han said again: "I think it makes sense, what do you think?"

"Zhao Han," Song Yuanxun didn't answer, but said very coldly, "Let me answer your question first, I'm not gay."

This is the end of the topic, at least in Song Yuanxun's memory, so Song Yuanxun couldn't be sure which sentence Zhao Han was referring to when he said "what did we two say yesterday".

"This software is pretty good," Zhao Han said, "I didn't use your real identity to register, so you can play with confidence and let your heart and nature fly."

"I'll delete it right away," Song Yuanxun said, "If you touch my phone again in the future, don't blame me for being rude."

After finishing speaking, Song Yuanxun hung up the phone and wanted to delete the software, but Mu sent another message. Song Yuanxun reflexively clicked on the playback, and Mu's voice came out from the playback port.

"Hi, I'm Mu."

"Hi?"

The other party's voice was light and soft, and Song Yuanxun recognized this voice.

Before Song Yuanxun could respond, the other party sent another message and asked Song Yuanxun, "Andrew, why didn't you say anything after you added me?"

The man's tone was almost exactly the same as usual, with an innate slackness, but there seemed to be some subtle differences that Song Yuanxun had never heard before.

Fang Zhaomu... also uses this software?How long has he been playing?How many people have you dated?

Song Yuanxun stared at the screen, as if possessed by a demon, moved his finger, and replied to the sissy he hated the most in the lab: "What did you say?"