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"Row. What are you going to do after graduation?"

Lie Zhaoxu brushed his teeth, spat out white bubbles and said, "Make money, buy a house, open a homestay, travel around the world, and then buy a house of your own in every country."

Han Yesen said, "Be more realistic, please?" He frowned, and there was a circle of white bubbles around his mouth.

Lie Zhaoxu rolled his eyes at him and asked, "What about you?" Wiping his face.

He turned around and took off his shirt, closed the shower curtain, took a shower and washed his hair, when the water splashed on his head, he glanced at the shadow behind the shower curtain, and a look of embarrassment suddenly flashed across his face.

He is so used to it, he is used to taking a shower while Han Yesen is brushing his teeth. In the past, after wiping his face, Han Yesen would hold a bath towel to let himself wipe his body, and then chat with him behind his butt.

Han Yesen said shyly, "A writer, a Chinese novelist."

"Ah? Ah? Ah! Chinese?"

"I like Chinese characters."

Lie Zhaoxu imitated his tone just now and said, "How about being more realistic?"

"Very practical. I have already submitted the manuscript! Although all five have been withdrawn!"

Lie Zhaoxu was taken aback, and opened a corner of the shower curtain: "Yan Renzhen?"

Han Yesen froze for a moment before nodding: "Seriously." He stretched out his hand to half cover his eyes, but his face blushed as he couldn't help sneaking a peek.

Seeing him peeking at him half-closed, Lie Zhaoxu quickly closed the shower curtain.There is a sense of threat of being targeted by a rabbit in heat, and he wonders about himself. He is obviously a wolf, but he is worried about what will happen to the little rabbit.

"Pen name, did you choose a pen name?" He asked something irrelevant to his mind.

Han Yesen walked into the bathroom from outside the door, and handed him a bath towel: "Not yet. I'll just use Yesen. Usually it seems to have a pen name with a deep meaning."

Lie Zhaoxu rubbed his body and said, "Yeshen? Your personality is as uncontrollable as a beast. You study architecture but want to write novels to live. I hope you can write in-depth novels..." He was a bit perfunctory , it sounds reasonable.

Han Yesen frowned: "Okay! I want to write for hundreds of years! Don't give up!"

Lie Zhaoxu made a puff, feeling a little guilty, just now he was really perfunctory, coughed lightly and then said: "Bai Yeshen, how are you?"

He also said that he has written novels for hundreds of years, wild and boundless, with infinite imagination and depth.

Han Yesen pulled open the shower curtain, hugged Lie Zhaoxu, and kissed him on the cheek passionately.

"Okay. I'll fix it right away." He left the bathroom with a whoosh.

Lie Zhaoxu stared blankly at the bathroom door wide open. He was not wearing any clothes and only a bath towel blocked the important part. After being hugged and kissed just now, the young and energetic little hungry wolf looked up confidently, embarrassed red face.After that day, when he went back to his room and looked at his impulsive desires, he clearly realized the difference between the top and the bottom in the gay circle. That kind of "difference" was like a teenager who started to pay attention to those soft and tender girls after he had a wet dream. Same.

"Beast." He scolded himself.

He hurried into the room, changed into formal clothes, picked up the ironed shirt from the closet, looked at his slightly flushed face in the mirror, and sighed annoyed.

"Listen, list..."

After randomly knocking on the door three times, Han Yesen opened it with a laptop in one hand.After he glanced at Lie Zhaoxu, he stretched out his free hands to unbutton his shirt, and buttoned them one by one.

"Wrong buckle."

Lie Zhaoxu was stunned for a moment before he let out a groan, his face not knowing whether it was embarrassment or embarrassment.

Han Yesen stared back at his computer and said, "Lie, the fifth publishing house said I made too many typos."

Lie Zhaoxu sat on the bed and looked closely at his laptop: "I can understand what you wrote..." He was surprised that he was assimilated by Han Yesen, just like "Yan Renzhen" just now, the novel written by Han Yesen is indeed full of typos.

"Afterwards, how about I help you proofread your manuscript?" asked casually.

"Huh? You're not preparing for graduation exams and job interviews?"

Lie Zhaoxu looked at the novel in front of him, feeling a little confused: "I, it seems really unrealistic."

Compared to himself, Han Yesen has already taken the first step towards his dream, but he didn't even take a glance at the shadow of Qian.

Han Yesen stared at him for a while and said, "Look for an industry you are familiar with and make money!" After thinking for a while, he said, "That's right! The Shengya Financial Group! It's Xiaobao's company. They are recruiting talents at school recently. You can go and see look."

Lie Zhaoxu glanced at him, got up and put on his belt and coat.

"Alright, drop by and have a look. Pass me a copy of your novel, I'll read it when I have time."

The mood is as subtle as the palace persuading the emperor to favor his concubines.

"That Han...I'll go to Xiaobao's company...you think it's good..." He breathed out and said, "It's okay."

He casually said see you in the evening, turned the key, and heard Han Yesen yelling "Muloutai near the water will get the moon first", chuckled angrily, thanked him, and walked downstairs on the wooden steps.

Lie Zhaoxu downstairs politely said goodbye to Susan, and when he opened the door, he saw a man with blond hair and green eyes.

"Which one are you looking for?" Looking for Yesen?

"Susan, Ms. Susan Blue Battier."

Lie Zhaoxu unknowingly loosened his brows, lost his vigilance, and shouted to Susan who was in the room, and after hearing her scream in surprise, he led people into the room.He helped close the door, walked out of the small room, and took another look at Susan's so-called cousin, who was not round, but a handsome blond guy.He stopped under the coffee-colored semicircle of Dora's Bakery at the corner, feeling inexplicably depressed.

The handsome blond cousin is at home, Susan is at home, and Han Yesen is also at home. The time and place are right.

people together.

He started again, turned into Hyde Park, and the usual London drizzle was falling again. He walked around the campus without an umbrella, looking at the notice board for the information about the success of Asia.

"Isn't this just right?" He said a little boringly but didn't know it.

He continued to wait for Xiaobao, and Han Yesen also had a new start.

He stopped, lowered his head, looked at the buttons of his shirt, touched the transparent buttons with his fingers, took out his mobile phone, and typed a message.

"I can really apply to Katsuya... right?"

After typing, my fingers moved between the keys, and finally I pressed delete.

***

Hurriedly running downstairs, Han Yesen rushed into the kitchen to get a sandwich, and after calling out Susan I love you, she stopped him.

"You and Lie are a couple?" Washing the cups that were just used.

Han Yesen looked at the time nervously: "No, no, he belongs to someone else, Susan, I'm too late!"

He didn't see the excited matchmaker expression on Susan's face, and hurriedly rushed to the school, focusing on sorting out his novels, almost forgot that there was a speech on points counting today, and slipped into the classroom in embarrassment, thinking it was a safe hit , Unexpectedly, he slipped on his left foot and slipped on his right foot to attract attention, and was embarrassed to be invited by the professor to the front row to listen to the speech.

In the darkness, the professor introduced the speaker with what he thought was a humorous tone. Han Yesen clicked his tongue and cursed the phrase "schei?e" again in a very low voice. You can't steal the novel!

"Han?"

"Are you a student?" He looked at the people beside him in surprise.

Kent coughed to hide his laughter: "I have to go on stage." Curling the corners of his mouth, he got up and waved to the student seats, nodding.

Han Yesen followed his footsteps and looked at the words "A Bible for GT Marketing Manager, Kent Ronate" on the screen, and he was dumbfounded for a while.

The whole speech was brilliant and incisive, and Han Yesen, who was sitting in the front row, listened to it very much. He raised his hand and asked a few questions in exchange for the professor's praise for him.After the speech, he lay down on the table and heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he caught up and got an A smoothly.

"get out of class has ended?"

Han Yesen raised his head, curled the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "You are really from GT! Cool!"

Kent snorted, "You're really a college student." He smiled and said, "Let's have a cup of tea together? Let's talk about the text marketing you just asked about, how about it?"

Han Yesen picked up his backpack and looked at the money in his pocket: "I can only drink cheap red wine. How about it?"

Kent, who was asked this for the first time, laughed again: "Okay. I think I know how much money you have."

"Hmm. Are adults so snobby?"

"We call this flexibility."

Han Yesen groaned, as if thinking of something, he said, "Drink red wine with me on Friday afternoon, you really have no friends?"

Kent said in Chinese, "It's too cold at a high place", and then switched back to English and said, "You understand the meaning." Looking at Han Yesen's admiring eyes for his Chinese proficiency, he felt shy instead.

The two of them walked through the campus side by side. When Kent saw Piaoyu, he said that he would have brought his kitten umbrella if he knew it earlier. He heard Han Yesen say that he would return it next time. For some reason, he felt like a young boy, with a youthful impulse and excitement.He took him to an alley on the west side of Hyde Park called Bean Red Wine Tavern. It was an ancient historical building. A rusty iron hook was nailed to the side of the column, and the wooden signboard of the Baked Bean Tavern was hung. He familiarly led Han Yesen to sit by the window. The old location, ordered two glasses of red wine and a plate of sliced ​​cheese.

"Good words can lead the trend of products."

"I like characters. Especially Chinese characters."

"Chinese? Are you fluent?"

"If you can speak and listen, you can write..." He said casually about the novel he wrote.

"Can I watch a part?"

Han Yesen said ah, and when he was thinking about how to refuse, Kent's phone rang, and after saying sorry, he walked out of the tavern and talked on the phone by the door.He also took out his mobile phone, turned it in his hand, and typed a message.

"Lie, my novel..." Press the button to delete the message.

Whether or not to let Kent read the novel is also his own business. Ask Lie what to do!

Press the button again with your hand to type the next sentence.

"Low, Shengya is looking for a job..." Deleted again.

Forget it.

don't want to ask.

He drank his red wine, looked at his laptop, stuffed it into the innermost part of his backpack, zipped it up, and drank his red wine again.

Really boring.

"Sorry. My family called. Had to answer."

"Wife and kid?" He raised his eyebrows.

Kent shook his head. "Cousin. She's been trying to introduce me to friends."

Han Yesen groaned and said in Chinese: "Blind date."

Kent took a sip of red wine and laughed out loud, "Damn it! Your Chinese is really good."

The two laughed tacitly. From the topic of marketing, they talked about student life. Kent was very talkative, and Han Yesen was also lively. They exchanged contact information, and before night fell, they went home and went their separate ways.

After walking a few steps, Kent turned around and caught up with him, thinking about countless excuses to ask him to meet on the weekend, but he heard him talking on the phone not far away, and followed behind.

"Shengya, you've been recruited! Lie, that's amazing."

He glanced at Han Yesen who stopped in his tracks. He was happy to speak, but he looked lonely.

"Bring him as soon as he graduates! Grab it!"

It was another time to talk about joy, and another time to bow your head and be lonely.

Han Yesen ended the call, scratched his head, lowered his head and sighed indistinctly, stretched after walking two steps, and whispered in Chinese.

"...It's unrealistic, it's me. What are you practicing..." After a snort, he stepped on the puddle on the ground with both feet, causing a big splash.

Kent looked at his back and typed a message on his phone.

"Susan, I have something to do this weekend. Let's meet next time."

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