This UP can't move

"...I found out that you are really using your father as a tool?"

Yao Shuyu stood by the window sill, raised the corners of his mouth unconsciously: "Don't say it, it's really easy to use."

"Stinky boy!"

Yao Shuyu smiled happily: "Hang up."

After Su Qihan finished washing, he walked out of the small bathroom, just in time to see Yao Shuyu finished making a phone call.

He sniffed and dawdled to the closet.

The closet had just been rearranged after the National Day holiday. When he came back from his home in City C, he also brought some autumn and winter clothes that he didn't have at the beginning of school.

Now he and Yao Shuyu... share a wardrobe.

This little incident touched some sensitive nerve in him, so that every time he opened the closet, especially when he took out his underwear before taking a bath, he felt secretly shy.

After the embarrassment is over, I can still feel the taste of the quiet years.

In fact, there is also a closet in the guest bedroom, and it's not too small. At first, Su Qihan's clothes were put there, but because... the owner of the room never sleeps there, so Yao Shuyu would put the clothes directly into her once in a while. in the closet.

It may be for convenience, or it may be for something else.

We dare not say, we dare not ask.

Over time, even Su Qihan habitually put his seasonal clothes into the master bedroom.

Naturally, the clothes of the two piled up more and more, and stuffing them was not an option, not to mention that Yao Shuyu was a clean and tidy person, so whenever Su Qihan had time to tidy up the house, he would put out-of-season clothes Take it back to the wardrobe in the guest bedroom.

There are his own, and there are... Yao Shuyu's.

Now the wardrobes of the rooms on both sides are mixed with their clothes.

Different people have different storage habits. Yao Shuyu adheres to the "simple and clear principle". Shirts, sweaters, T-shirts, and trousers are folded and stored together, coats are hung up, and small close-fitting items are separated into two There is also a drawer for hats, hair bands, belts and other accessories.

As for Su Qihan, it was a little more detailed.

... a little bit more tasteless.

His and Yao Shuyu's classification habits are roughly the same, but on top of this, he also...sorts them by color.

He has to divide the clothes as clearly as the mobile app to make him feel comfortable.

A small pile of light and light colors, a small pile of dark and dark colors, and a small pile of gaudy and colorful ones.

Hanging coats of similar colors must be next to each other, and must use the same style of hangers.

Every time Yao Shuyu must raise his eyebrows and ask him teasingly, it's not too troublesome-but he still tacitly allows him to tamper with his usual life code at will.

Su Qihan didn't find it troublesome at all.

On the contrary, it is these trivial traces of life, these trust and connivance that allow him to take care of his private sphere, which continuously convey a sense of satisfaction and security to his heart.

Whenever the closet is opened, it is not only tidy, but also coordinated in color, which satisfies the emotional needs of this obsessive-compulsive disorder patient to the greatest extent.

But in this way, there is an unavoidable problem, that is... the clothes of the two cannot be separated.

It's all mixed together.

Obviously this is the most troublesome place, but no one said a word of displeasure.

Regarding this issue, Yao Shuyu secretly had a little thought in private.

——In case one day he accidentally offends his little boyfriend, if he wants to pack his luggage and sleep in a separate room, he has to pick and choose from such a closet, and the difficulty of the operation must be at least five stars.

At that time, he must have coaxed people long ago.

Su Qihan didn't know how Yao Shuyu arranged him in his mind. At this moment, he was worrying about what to wear today, while talking to Yao Shuyu word by word:

"Well, why did you have a call so early in the morning..."

It's only 07:30, and others are still in a daze.

"Huh? A new day, starting with your boyfriend's check-up?"

Yao Shuyu chuckled twice, approached Su Qihan from behind, reached out and took off the headband on top of his head - black, iron, the kind with twisted wavy lines, once put on, the whole body can be exposed forehead and delicate eyebrows.

He rubbed his head with his hands, and gently twisted a handful of wet hair with his fingertips.

The hair is a little long, maybe it got a little water when I washed my face.

Soft and fragrant.

Su Qihan stopped looking for clothes, but did not turn around, but turned his back to Yao Shuyu, slowly raised his head, and touched the fingers hanging on top of his head with the tip of his nose.

He didn't speak, as if he had accepted the meaning of "chagang" by default.

Yao Shuyu raised her eyebrows, curled the corners of her lips, rubbed her fingertips on the tip of his nose affectionately, and immediately and willingly explained the contents of the phone call:

"It's my dad's phone call. He is probably getting older and waking up earlier and earlier, and he is always suspecting that I have Internet addiction that I can't quit and drowsiness that I can't wake up, so I picked this time to call to torment me. "

When Su Qihan heard that it was Yao Shuyu's father's call, he was taken aback for a moment, and then subconsciously began to search around in the closet:

"Yes, is there something wrong?"

I regretted it when I asked, and the father and son communicated normally, so what could happen.

In fact, his first reaction was that Yao Shuyu suddenly planned to fly to France to watch the game, so his family called to ask.

But he quickly dismissed his idea.

After all, Yao Shuyu has passed the age when he needs to report to his family when he goes out.

But this is still... the first time he heard news about his family from Yao Shuyu.

Well, it doesn't count if I said earlier that "it doesn't matter if I go home or not".

Yao Shuyu instantly caught Su Qihan's nervousness.

Then I couldn't help but have bad thoughts of bullying others.

"It's nothing. I just came to ask me who I want to abduct to the romantic capital with such a big fanfare."

"Hmm..." Su Qihan's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help becoming more nervous. He stretched out his hand to grab a beige sweater that was being held down, "You, what do you say?"

"What else can I say, tell the truth." Yao Shuyu leaned forward in a happy mood, one arm wrapped around Su Qihan's neck, and gently embraced Su Qihan into her arms, and the other hand passed over him to help him lift it up The precarious clothes, deliberately close to the ear and said, "Will you wear this? It seems to be mine, it will be big."

Su Qihan's grip on the sweater suddenly loosened, and he wanted to hide it by pulling the top one.

"I didn't do it until I was sure? This one seems to be mine too." Yao Shuyu simply put his head down, suppressed a smile, and nestled into Su Qihan's neck and said softly, "You are mine too."

The tips of Su Qihan's ears turned red little by little.

Then he gave Yao Shuyu a backhand, grabbed a sweater casually, took advantage of him bending over, and quickly slipped away, wearing it as he walked towards the door, not even having time to change out of the long-sleeved T-shirt at home.

Yao Shuyu was so happy that he blew the hooligan whistle in his heart.

Not long after Su Qihan moved in, he still cooked breakfast every day, and he was used to eating it at home, but the later he got up, the later he got up.

It's not that others have become lazy, it's that Yao Shuyu is getting more and more cheating day by day.

You can almost see his face thicken at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Xiao Qihan, today I want to eat pancakes from the cafeteria, because they are not as delicious as yours. Every time I eat them, I like your... dishes a little bit more."

"Xiao Qihan, today is three degrees lower than yesterday. What is the concept of three degrees? You can even add fleece to your sweater. It's such a cold day and you can't sleep with such a warm quilt. Why can't you think about it so much?"

"Xiao Qihan, today... I can't think of a reason, I just want you to sleep with me for a while, okay?"

some type of.

Su Qihan, who was partial to Su Qihan, could never refuse Yao Shuyu, so Yao Shuyu could succeed every time.

Naturally, today was another day when I couldn't enjoy breakfast at home.

Even being delayed by Yao Shuyu's meal just now, the two of them may have to eat while walking, because Su Qihan has an early class at eight o'clock in the morning.

Su Qihan was holding a carton of coffee and milk drinks from the kitchen.

It was he who warmed it up with hot water before taking a shower in the morning.

Yao Shuyu put the thin denim jacket in her hand on Su Qihan, then took the coffee and said:

"This hoodie of yours is thin, so why don't you go to the game if you have a cold?"

Su Qihan put on his coat, and silently touched the hem of the clothes. The sweater...a part grew out.

The two of them changed their shoes in the hallway and went out together. Su Qihan was hesitant to talk all the way, Yao Shuyu finally couldn't help it, and asked a little funny: "What's the matter, your bedroom doesn't come to class, I'll let you order it all." To? So nervous."

Su Qihan held back for a long time, and asked nonchalantly, "You, what did you tell your father..."

Yao Shuyu also reacted to what he said to Lao Lin, and then remembered that he had used "tell the truth" to fool the matter of watching the game just now.

Does his family, Lao Lin, know who he took to watch the game?

"What am I supposed to be?" Yao Shuyu smiled indifferently, and comforted, "It's really telling the truth. I said that there is a child in my family who doesn't like playing games, so I want to take him to meet the big brother. The situation must be reversed for him."

Su Qihan's tense shoulders suddenly relaxed a little, and he also asked with a smile:

"Well, what did he say?"

"He said he just likes a good kid like you who doesn't have internet addiction." Yao Shuyu replied half-truthfully, "He also said that he hoped that after watching the game, you would still not forget your original aspirations and be firm in your belief of being a no-game advocate." belief."

Su Qihan relaxed completely, and said with a smile:

"The uncle may be disappointed. I watched your game video recently, and I no longer doze off."

After having a simple breakfast in the cafeteria together, Su Qihan hurried to the classroom and joined Jin Feng and the others, while Yao Shuyu watched him enter the teaching building before slowly walking to the laboratory building of the Faculty of Science.

On the way, he took out his mobile phone and read back and forth the few messages that Yao Jielin sent to his WeChat this morning several times, finally heaved a sigh, feeling a bit embarrassed.

It was the first time for the seniors in the laboratory to see that he was not lazy, as if he had something on his mind, so the gossip soul immediately woke up, and leaned over to ask:

"Mr. Yao, what's going on today? I see you Yintang..."

Yao Shuyu took time out of his busy schedule to look up at his senior brother.

"Cough, I see that you are frowning. What's the problem?" The brother immediately changed his words, but he still didn't forget to gossip, and asked happily, "Is there still... or that... trouble? Tell me about it. ah."

Chatting in the laboratory for a long time, the experiment will be abolished.

If you don't chat in the laboratory, people will be crippled.

After listening for a long time, Yao Shuyu didn't know what kind of things his senior brother who would be destroyed anyway wanted to know, so he started another topic:

"It's okay, I'm just thinking... If I go to the game this weekend, when is it more appropriate for me to let you raise my bacteria."

Brother: "...?"

Yao Shuyu changed her sad expression and smiled brightly:

"You'll take care of them, won't you?"

Brother: "...!"

While running the PCR, Yao Shuyu was waiting to be bored, so he took out his phone, clicked into Moments and checked casually, only to find that Su Qihan had posted a post when get out of class was over.

a photo.

It's not the teacher's magical emoticon pack, it's not the snot bubbles from the students in the front row sleeping, and it's not Qian Fujin who sits in a row and steals breakfast.

It was the sleeves of his gray sweater that protruded half of his wrist, and the little fingertips exposed from the cuffs, which were white and tender, with a little pink.

It may be because the classroom is so warm, and the denim jacket is not worn.

There are already several people who like it. Although they may not be able to see the story behind this photo, they can barely guess who the owner of the clothes is.

Kim: Mr. Yao, the appraisal is complete

Lahne replied to Kim: talk about people or clothes

Yedi replied to Lahne: Is it really necessary to ask this question?

Fu Yi:?exist

Jin Er:? ?Is there something wrong with my friend?

Qian San:? ? ?I think your clothes are a bit long today

The moment Yao Shuyu saw this photo, he experienced a feeling of exhilaration that he had never experienced a few times in his age.

Even these usual obtrusive comments became less obtrusive.

Although he still couldn't understand why Qian Fujin was sitting next to Su Qihan and still commented on it in Moments.

The senior brother said quietly from the side: "Mr. Yao, although I promised to help you read the fungus, you can't laugh at such a virtue..."

Yao Xiayu gave a fake cough, pulled up the medical mask hanging on one ear and put it on.

The senior brother was surprised: "No, I didn't say that you won't be allowed to laugh. Just laugh if you want to. You don't need to hide it like this. How boring this mask is."

Yao Shuyu glanced at him, although it looked like he gave him a blank glance.

Then I straightened my clothes...and started taking selfies.

It is well known that Yao Shuyu has the burden of being an UP master, but now he actually uses the front camera instead of carefully selecting among his bunch of selfie software.

He just deliberately stretched his hands a little farther, framing the relatively complete upper body.

But there is no need for a filter, and the shape still needs to be concave.

Putting his hand on his chin, it was that lazy looking Mr. Yao again.

Brother: "?"

Can he lean over for a comparison?

On the other side, in the classroom, the teacher was spitting all over the podium, full of passion.

Some of the students in the audience were playing and some were sleeping.

The four people in your bedroom are indeed the children of Mr. Yao's family, and they are listening to the class longer than anyone else.

Su Qihan's cell phone, which was turned upside down on the table, vibrated twice suddenly. He hesitated for a moment, announced his withdrawal from the competition in a low voice, and then turned the cell phone over.

It's a WeChat message, Mr. Yao's.

Jin Feng: "I feel like I'm sitting on pins and needles."

Qian Hao: "I am like a light on my back."

Fu Chengcheng: "Don't you just eat two catties of dog food, what about you two?"

Su Qihan stared at the phone screen and blinked.

Mr. Yao: [picture]

Mr. Yao: The white coat you wanted to see last time

Mr. Yao: Listen to the class carefully.

Su Qihan lingered, huddled into a ball and lay on his left arm, staring at the phone screen with his eyes exposed.

After staring at it for a while, he stretched out his right hand, shook his overlong sleeve, and stuck out the tip of his index finger.

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