I stole the big guy's baby

It's a pity that Song Qianyi's live broadcast is not the game I play, but the identity of the fan has been arranged.

Since I went to his house last time, it has become my second place to stay. Usually, if there is something delicious and fun, he will call me to stay there for a while.

It has to be said that Song Qianyi is simply the setting of a standard novel hero. He is handsome and has a good personality, has a house and a car, and can cook well.

The Chinese food and Western food he cooks are very delicious. I was embarrassed to go to his house all the time, but every time I bowed my head to the delicious food.

Over the past few months, my chin has been rounded up.

I started to panic, and I was about to pick up the gym that had been abandoned for many years, so every night I went to the playground for a few laps and then went back to the dormitory to take a shower.

When Song Qianyi called, I happened to be running, and I might be panting loudly. He was silent for a long time before carefully asking, "Did I bother you..."

"Huh? What?" I gradually slowed down, from jogging to walking, "What's bothering me?"

"Are you...the one?"

I walked around before sitting on the stand and pouring water with my head up. Hearing Song Qianyi's slightly ashamed tone, I suddenly reacted and spit out all the water without swallowing it.

"No... I don't have that, I'm running."

Song Qianyi breathed a sigh of relief, "Why do you suddenly think of running? Is it time for a physical test?"

I drank more than half of the bottle of mineral water again, "This is one of the reasons, mainly because the food you cook is so delicious and fattened me up, and my idol burden urged me to lose weight."

"Where are you getting fat?" Song Qianyi said dissatisfied: "You are too thin."

I didn't like it anymore, and corrected: "I'm clearly called wearing clothes to look thin and undressed. You just haven't seen me without clothes."

As soon as this remark came out, I vaguely felt a little weird.Why do I talk to Song Qianyi like a hooligan molesting a little girl?

In desperation, I had no choice but to change the subject abruptly, "Cough...I'm going back to the dormitory, what can you do for me?"

Song Qianyi was silent for another few tens of seconds, and said falteringly: "It's nothing, I just want to see what you are doing."

The strange feeling that had been lingering in my heart surfaced again, but I still couldn't figure out why, so I just didn't bother to think about it.

"Well, I'm going to buy some fruit later, and I'll just lie on the bed and brush my phone after taking a shower."

"By the way, I have a fitness club card here, let me use it for you."

?No, Song Qianyi is too kind to me?So good that I started to panic.

Does he...

Do you want me to be your brother? !

"Not too good." I declined, "I don't really like the atmosphere in the gym."

According to my irresponsible statistics, there are more gays in the gym, and I am afraid of being harassed.

"Just go with me, my dad told me not to stay at home all the time, but to exercise more."

Since it is to help others, then I will not be polite.

"That's fine, just tell me when you go, and I'll accompany you when I'm free."

"How about tomorrow afternoon? You seem to have an exam in the morning?"

I was shocked, "You know this too?"

"I went to the school's official website and found your schedule."

It's so wrong, do ordinary people value their friends so much?

But Song Qianyi does not seem to be an ordinary person, he has social barriers.If I'm his only friend...it doesn't make sense.

Thinking of this, I felt sorry for him again.

He treats me so well, I should also pay more attention to him, and try to let him get a new social circle as soon as possible.

Just after class at noon, I saw Song Qianyi waiting at the door of the classroom.

Among the crowded heads, Song Qianyi was undoubtedly the most eye-catching one, I saw him right away.

It's just that he still didn't adapt to the crowded environment, his face was a little pale, his lips trembled slightly, as if there were signs of hypoxia.

Angrily, I walked over to him and pulled him downstairs. When I reached the wisteria grove that was rarely seen, Song Qianyi's breathing calmed down.

"If you can't get used to it, don't go to crowded places. What if you have a stress reaction again? Do you want me to carry you to the hospital?" Before he could speak, I scolded you.

Song Qianyi looked very depressed with his head down. It was mid-January, and there were still beads of sweat on his forehead.

Seeing him like this, I finally swallowed the words of reproach.

"I just want to see you sooner." Song Qianyi raised his eyes and stared at me seriously, the sunlight penetrated the leaves and cast mottled light and shadow on his head.

At that moment, I vaguely saw the lonely and cold young man in white clothes in my memory.