Please bear into the urn

After washing up, Fuji groped back into the bedroom, at this time Tezuka had already put on his pajamas and was sitting on the bed reading a book.Aware of Fuji's figure, he looked up at him, Fuji turned his head away subconsciously, and felt that his doing so seemed a little too exaggerated, so he turned his head in embarrassment.

"Are you nervous because we're going to share the same bed?" This was true, but when it was said from Tezuka's mouth, Fuji felt very ambiguous.

Are you not afraid that I will attack you?Buer thought to himself, "No, it's just that I haven't shared a bed with others for many years, so I'm not used to it." He lifted the quilt and nestled in.Fortunately, Tezuka put two quilts on the bed, otherwise he might really have to fry eggs on the bed tonight.

Tezuka looked at Fuji who was curled up in a ball with his back turned to him, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "The bed is very wide, you don't have to worry about squeezing me."

After hearing Tezuka's words, Fuji was stunned for a moment, his brows immediately frowned, and he looked back at Tezuka, "Are you saying I'm fat?" His eyes were slightly closed, and Fuji's eyes revealed danger at this moment.

Tezuka lowered his head and continued to read, "I just followed your words and didn't say you are fat. On the contrary, I think you are too thin. But it doesn't matter, I will find a way to help you gain weight."

Fuji snorted coldly, and stopped dwelling on this topic.After lying down for a while, I realized that I was very concerned about Tezuka saying that I was thin, so I couldn't help stretching out my hand and pinching myself. He didn't think he was thin at all. He should be the kind of person who "looks thin when he wears clothes, but looks fleshy when he takes off his clothes". Type is the ah.

Suddenly, Fuji felt that he didn't need to pay too much attention to Tezuka's words. He usually runs around with a camera on his back, and it would be weird if he grew fat.With a cold snort in my heart, I decided not to think about it anymore.

When packing things in the afternoon, Tezuka saw the outline of Fuji's thesis on the desk, and asked casually, "How is your thesis going?"

Originally, only his hair was exposed outside, but now he turned his head and revealed his blue eyes, "Well, it's almost halfway through writing. I've been busy recently, and the progress is a bit slow." Fuji replied truthfully, and then put himself Buried under the quilt, he said sullenly, "I'm just wondering, you are obviously a tennis player, why do you study classical literature in college and graduate school?"

Even though he knew that Tezuka liked classical literature, Fuji always thought that he would at least take courses related to sports or tennis.

Tezuka continued to flip the book in his hand, "The career of an athlete is not necessarily very long. There will always be a day when he retires. In the future, if he can engage in the industry he is interested in, that will be very interesting. thing, isn't it?"

Bu Er rolled his eyes suspiciously, "Are you going to work in the classical literature industry? What are you doing? Research? Writing? Or translation?" At this point, he suddenly remembered a question that he hadn't paid attention to before, "By the way, I I haven't asked you all this time. It's been a while since you came back, and I don't seem to see you busy with work except for attending the exchange meeting. You don't plan to just go on like this, do you?"

"Of course not." Tezuka glanced at the time, put down the book in his hand, and turned his head to look at Fuji who popped his head out of the bed, "The matter of work is still agreed, and it hasn't been decided yet. Don't worry, I I still have savings, so I won’t be a pauper.”

Buer snorted coldly, "Who cares if you have money?" After so many years of professional online career, he has won a few more Grand Slams, and he had endorsements before.He pulled the quilt over his head again to cover himself, "It's getting late, go to bed quickly."