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In class in the afternoon, Mao Fei had two thick dark circles under his eyes.

Not for anything else, just for the beautiful writing and beautiful story of Zhenzhen's "Not much to say", he couldn't stand it when he saw 04:30 in the morning, and if it wasn't for the name of the protagonist who was on the right bed The two roommates, he may even have a big sex/love episode that is both lingering and nasty, romantic and rough after the broken mirror reunion, it is really soul-stirring.

The big class in the morning was muddled, and he sacrificed his nap at noon to continue chasing the text. In the afternoon, he saw Zhuang Zhou, wearing a black suit, patterned tie, and a long trench coat over his head. Mao Fei wanted to throw himself into his arms and sleep soundly for two classes.

Uncharacteristically, Zhuang Qiang stopped sitting in the first row, and leaned over to sit next to Mao Fei with no expression on his face. Before class, he chatted and asked, "How do you feel when you see your cousin giving a lecture?"

Mao Fei was so sleepy that he was really sleepy. He spread his book and lay down on the table, muttering, "I want to sleep."

"Seriously, what do you think? Also, I put myself in another position last night and think your actions are reasonable."

Mao Fei stared at him with half-closed eyes: "...you are really annoying! If you bother me again, I will ask my cousin to point you up and answer questions!"

Ji Wan turned his head and lay face to Ran Qing, but was unexpectedly stared at by Ran Qingqing like fangs.

"The surname Mao!" Ran Qing said angrily, "You recruit yourself for the good things you do! Is the roll call something you secretly operated?!"

Mao Fei didn't know that it didn't work if he pretended to be innocent: "Ah? What and what."

"Still pretending to be stupid!" Ran Qing thought of being called three times in two classes in a row, and blamed the unlucky seat. After a while, it turned out that there was a kid around him. He ignored Xia Xiaoxiao's pat on his arm, and continued to question Mao Fei, "Take it seriously! "

Xia Xiaoxiao was really helpless: "Stop making trouble, answer it soon!"

The two realized it later, Ran Qing hurriedly raised his hand and shouted "here", Mao Fei also sat upright, and used his best move to Zhuang Zhou - begging for mercy and being good with a pair of eyes of confession.

Zhuang Zhou put down the roster, slightly curved his lips, and said, "No fighting is allowed in class."

Ran Qing bowed his head to admit his mistake, and twisted Mao Fei's arm under the table to vent his anger. It didn't hurt much, but a little pain. Mao Fei endured it while begging: "I was wrong, brother, me, me, me..."

Ran Qing slackened his strength and said, "What are you?"

Mao Fei hurriedly rescued his arm and held it in his arms to prevent him from touching it: "Is it okay if I write you a counter-attack article called "Working Hard"?"

Ran Qing: "..."

His cheeks were flushed, and Ran Qing glared at him with shame.

Zhuang Qiang also came to join in the fun, "Quiet!" Then poked Mao Fei, "What is a counter-offensive essay?"

No one cares about him.

Ran Qing opened the book, twirling the corners of the pages with his fingertips and gently rubbing. Xia Xiaoxiao acted like him, not knowing what was on his mind, and comforted him in a low voice after a while: "Don't listen to his nonsense."

Ran Qing pursed her lips and said "Mmm", he had already sent countless "convincing" emojis to Zhenzhen to show how outrageous this article is, but this article is still lying in his phone and has not been deleted .

He secretly read more than half of it, and really wanted to know how he and "Xia Xiaoxiao" reunited after breaking the mirror in the article.

Recalling the scene of kissing again, Ran Qing took a deep breath silently, and the corner of the page was curled up by him. He looked to the left at Mao Fei and saw him yawning profusely, then looked to the right and saw Xia Xiaoxiao seriously buried in his notes.

He muttered, "Have you deleted it, Wen?"

The tip of the pen paused for a while, Xiao Xiao lied to him and said, "Well, I deleted it."

During the class break, 214 lay neatly in a row. One was thinking hard about things last night, the other was obsessed with fairy writing, and the two had an ambiguous atmosphere like ostriches.

Zhuang Zhou looked curiously on the podium, answering students' questions, and at the same time lighting up his phone to send a message: What's wrong with my baby?

It wasn't until class that Mao Fei saw the WeChat with sleepy eyes, and he replied: I'm sleepy, I'll just go with you after class, okay?

After finally finishing school, the book was handed over to Ran Qing, Mao Feilan sat in his seat and dreamed that Zhuang Zhou would come to the princess to hug him.

Zhuang Qiang urged: "Let's go, Mao Fei, let's go to the cafeteria together."

Mao Fei stood up and walked out with him, walked to the door, stood in the corridor and said heartlessly: "Bye, I'm going to my cousin's house to eat delicious food and spicy food."

If it weren't for Teacher Zhuang who came later as a backer, Zhuang Qiang would have scoffed at him.

Zhuang Zhou handed the car keys to Mao Fei: "I have to write a summary of this week, it takes about half an hour, you go to the car and wait for me first."

There was no one around, so Mao Fei took the opportunity to act like a baby: "I'm so sleepy."

"Go to sleep in the car," Zhuang Zhou wanted to rub his sticky hair, "there is toffee in the storage box, take it yourself."

Mao Fei put the key away: "Don't worry, just write slowly."

Zhuang Zhou laughed and said, "Well, go ahead, your eyes are all red."

"I'm jealous of you, you look good today too."

"Not as good as you."

Mao Feishale, separated from him at the top of the stairs, and met Zhu Ming when he went downstairs. It didn't disturb his good mood nourished by love, but it reminded him of the fitness poster he took from the grocery store. He hadn't signed up yet. What about Zumba?

After unlocking the Mercedes-Benz, Mao Fei immediately got into the passenger seat, adjusted the seat to a half-lying angle, nestled in it, and checked the coordinates of the gym. After checking, he sent a message to his little brother Pei: Brother, are you okay?

Pei Li didn't reply him.

Mao Fei was holding his mobile phone and waiting to fall asleep, with his head tilted and a milk candy in his mouth. The milk-flavored saliva secreted from the corner of his lips and stretched into a silky patch on his shoulder. When Zhuang Zhou opened the car door, he Seeing such a sloppy picture, it's a pity that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Zhuang Zhou hurriedly grabbed one, and immediately set it as a lock screen and wallpaper.

He got into the driver's car, and the sound of the door closing woke Mao Fei up. Before he could open his eyes, a piece of paper was placed on his mouth. He hissed and said in a daze, "You're back."

"Tacha," Zhuang Zhou laughed lowly, "What did you do last night, so sleepy?"

"Watch "Speak Not Much." Mao Fei let the tissue stick to his face, paralyzed, looking at the moving scenery outside the window, "When I see Zhenzhen next month, I will award her the Best Writer prize."

"I read it too, and it's really well written." Zhuang Zhou said, "But I used the document to replace all the protagonist's names with A and B, otherwise I feel too guilty and can't read it."

Mao Fei stretched his waist, and he was able to calm down after talking. He wiped the corners of his mouth indiscriminately, quite disgusted with himself, tilted his head, and saw that his shoulder was wet, and his heart ached terribly: "Dirty!"

These are the new clothes that Zhuang Zhou bought for him, and he treats them as treasures.

"It's okay, next time you go to the dry cleaner to pick up your cotton clothes, send this one to be washed."

"Dirty...I only wore it for one day..."

Zhuang Zhou said with a smile: "I'll buy it for you again, go buy it now, okay? Want to go shopping?"

Mao Fei raised the seat and found that he had already driven out of the school. He hurriedly clicked on the mobile phone navigation: "Don't buy, don't go, let's go to the gym first, I'm going to do Zumba."

Zhuang Zhou's reaction was exactly the same as Zhuang Qiang at that time: "Samba?"

The gym is on the first floor of the city square.

Mao Fei went to the front desk to inquire and sign up. Zhuang Zhou was wearing a black suit and was out of place here. He sat on the sofa at the reception in the lobby and searched for Zumba videos on his mobile phone.

Vitality is one, and the other is, this is too cute Liao, I don't know how cute his Fei Fei should be when he jumps up.

Zhuang Zhou's face was calm and expressionless, but in his heart he laughed into a idiot with a collapsed personality.

Not only that, but I also want to see him dance in a bunny girl, so I must wear those bunny ears.

Mao Fei didn't know what he was programmed into. He came back excitedly with his fitness card: "Let's go, it's done."

Zhuang Zhou said "Yes", looking at him with smiles in his eyes: "When will you come, I will accompany you."

"Every Wednesday and Friday night, from 07:30 to 09:30," Mao Fei said with emotion, "I'm so busy, I only have Monday night left to relax."

He said he was busy, but there was no complaint in his tone. He asked, "Didn't you say that there will be a gym at home? I saw that there are still several rooms vacant."

"The equipment will arrive the day after tomorrow."

"Is there a treadmill?"

Zhuang Zhou held him by the hand: "Yes."

"Spinning bike?"

"Also."

Mao Fei probably knew about these two types, and after holding back for a while, he came up with another one: "Abs board?"

Zhuang Zhou smiled and said, "Yes, there are some dumbbells."

Mao Fei looked at him, and he couldn't help but see pictures in his head. He liked Zhuang Zhou's figure. He was like a hanger in his clothes, and his lines were charming when he undressed. He was not an exaggerated muscular man. G/ point on.

He waved: "It's fine if you keep the status quo, if you push harder, I'm really going to fall apart."

Zhuang Zhou laughed straight, and told him to put his fitness card in his pocket, and don't just throw it away: "I'll take you to buy clothes, okay?"

"Why?"

"I like you and want to buy it for you."

"Then... couple outfits?"

"Want to wear couple clothes?"

Mao Feichang thought: "Think, if you want home clothes, I'll buy them. If you don't want to buy them, just wait."

Seeing his eyes beaming with joy, he knew that he was playing some crooked idea. Zhuang Zhou followed him: "Are you hungry? Did you eat well in the cafeteria at noon?"

The two went up to the third floor of the shopping mall, stood by the round protective glass and looked downstairs, seeing people coming and going.

Mao Fei leaned on the armrest, and suddenly said something wrong: "I'm thinking about stories again."

"For whom?"

"For the people I can see right now."

Zhuang Zhou nodded appreciatively, not sure if he was joking: "The structure is huge."

Mao Fei asked: "Use movement to complement stillness, and joy to complement sadness, you know?"

Zhuang Zhou answered him.

"Now I use these people to set myself off, and use the big to set off the small," Mao Fei leaned against him, "Zhuang Zhou, I am so happy to be with you. I think I am better than these people and all these people." All happy. How about you? Are you happy with me?"

This question has been asked before.

Zhuang Zhou patted his head and killed him: "Happy, happier than you."

"Really?" Mao Fei dug into the carved pattern of the armrest, "I still want to ask, where do you like me? I am so ordinary, although I don't want to mention your ex, but... But before he turned bad, did you really like him? Did you treat him as well as you did to me? Didn’t you say that his grades were also very good?”

Zhuang Zhou also leaned on the armrest, and patiently said slowly: "I remember you said that Zhu Ming's girlfriend is very good, and Zhu Ming lied to her, and she forgave him. If it was you, you would definitely break up."

Mao Fei said with a "hmm": "There is no excuse for lying to me."

"Then if you now find out that I've lied to you, for example, I'm married and have a child, and you've been raped by a third party, will you still like me and feel happy?"

"Of course not! I will pass out of anger, and when I wake up, I will remember how you lied to me. The happiness you gave me will only make me more angry."

Zhuang Zhou said: "Do you still remember when I said that when I judge a person whether he is good or not, I don't judge how good he is, but how bad he can be?"

Mao Fei said "uh": "Ginger made you so bad that you can't forgive him, so you left him."

"Yes, and when we didn't separate, he had already wiped out my happy memories of him. After we separated, up to now, the only memory of him is his endless madness. He doesn't want to make progress, he can I study and work peacefully, I will work hard, I will support the family, but he let me down very much."

Mao Fei was next to him, regretting that he had provoked an unpleasant topic.

But Zhuang Zhou smiled slightly at him: "Being unkind is to me what cheating is to you. The moment he cut off Huadan's tail, I was almost pissed off. No matter how good his grades are, no matter how perfect he is in front of others." , I would only hate him."

Then he hooked Mao Fei's little finger, like playing, like a childish fight: "Don't compare with him, he can't compare with you. Mimosa can make you cry when you fall to the ground, just for this, he will I am not qualified to compare with you."

Mao Fei muttered: "That's all I have."

"You are so capable," Zhuang Zhou laughed. "You are the only one who can make me like you so much. You still refuse to believe it. How can you believe it?"

Mao Fei's heart trembled with happiness.

With wet eyes, he asked, "Is it true? Is it just me? Is it true?"

Zhuang Zhou smiled and sighed, "It's true."

Mao Fei sniffed: "It's fake, I don't believe it."

I still don't believe it, my mouth is grinning to the sky.

Zhuang Zhou was not annoyed, and said patiently, "Then why do you believe it?"

"You make me lemon chicken," Mao Fei said with a silly look on his face, "I'll believe it if it's delicious."

Return lemon chicken, Zhuang Zhou wants to be him.

"Let's go, go to the supermarket to buy chicken."

"Where are the lemons? Didn't you say that there are no lemons at home?"

Zhuang Zhou picked him up and jokingly said, "It's so sour, the lemon is enough with you."