After the Xueba character was exposed

Jian Yao was woken up by a series of buzzing mobile phone vibrations.

He struggled reluctantly, let out a moan of dissatisfaction, and buried his whole face in the pillow.

The consciousness of people who just woke up is still very hazy, especially those who have trouble getting up like Jian Yao. He didn't respond to the phone vibrating for at least ten seconds, and lay motionless on the bed.

Perhaps because this sleep was so comfortable, Jian Yao was still in the habitual thinking of the past in a short period of time.

He closed his eyes and thought about the meaning of this alarm clock as usual. The written test has already been passed, and there is no class today. He does not need to prepare for the test or attend class.

Meaningless means non-existence. He didn't even bother to take out his phone and turn off the alarm clock. A strong drowsiness swept over him again, and the mere alarm didn't affect him to continue sleeping.

It wasn't until he felt the bed tremble slightly, and a breath that didn't belong to him approached, that he realized something was wrong.

The memory of the fault last night was finally slowly recalled.

Jian Yao opened his eyes suddenly, raised his neck in a bewildered expression, and rubbed his face against the fabric of the clothes in front of him, blocking most of his vision, only Jiang Zhao and the laptop on Jiang Zhao's lap could be seen.

Jiang Zhao passed Jian Yao to get the mobile phone under his pillow, felt the man's hairy head, and was slightly stunned for half a second before continuing the action just now.

He handed the phone to Jian Yao's eyes, and said, "Your phone."

Jian Yao remembered that he hadn't set the alarm clock at all today.

He was still in the dazed state of just waking up, and he was still sorting out what happened last night, Jiang Zhao added: "If you don't answer it again, it will be cut off."

Jian Yao raised his hand and swipe on the screen, pressed the speakerphone again, and then lay back down again: "Hello?"

"Hello?" The roommate's voice came from over there, "Are you still in City A?"

"Yes." Jian Yao said.

Jiang Zhao put the phone next to Jian Yao's pillow, put on an earphone and continued to play the video on the computer, Jian Yao yawned, closed his eyes sleepily, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"That's right. Some time ago my cousin went to Japan to play, and I asked her to bring me a camera. Can you take it for me?" After finishing speaking, he added, "She is in University A, you now Are you still there? If not, forget it."

"Yes, when will she give it to me?"

"It's fine in the afternoon. She doesn't have class in the afternoon. I'll push her QQ to you. Can you discuss it with her?"

"Row."

The phone was hung up, and the surroundings were so quiet that the sound of breathing could be heard. Jian Yao closed his eyes and did not move. After thinking for a long time, he moved to the side and stuck to Jiang Zhao.

He put his arms around Jiang Zhao's waist, as if confirming the existence of something, and rubbed his head against Jiang Zhao's waist.

Jiang Zhao rubbed the back of Jian Yao's head, slid to the back of Jian Yao's neck and pinched it, and heard him snort in satisfaction: "Do you want to sleep a little longer?"

"Um... what time is it?"

"10:30."

"this late?"

Jian Yao got up in a panic, and when he saw the clothes hanging at the end of the bed, he reached out to take it, but Jiang Zhao grabbed his wrist again.

"Are you in a hurry?" Jiang Zhao asked.

Jian Yao was in a daze for a moment: "...No."

He was dazed for a few seconds before sitting down and scratching his hair twice, "I just got used to it."

After going to college, he rarely gave himself a vacation, especially in the past two years, he always found various things to fill his time, so that he had no chance to think about other things.

Being alone for too long, he has a deep understanding of the importance of self-discipline. He dare not develop bad habits.

"Your plane has been changed to four o'clock this afternoon." Jiang Zhao caressed Jian Yao's wrist reassuringly, and continued, "Get the camera at two o'clock, and I'll take you there again?"

Jian Yao nodded: "Yes."

"Sleep a little longer?"

Jian Yao shook his head, he was leaving at four o'clock in the afternoon, he finally reconciled with Jiang Zhao and started a long-distance relationship again, he just wanted to seize the time to spend more time with Jiang Zhao.

"I'll go wash up first." Jian Yao was about to get out of bed, but suddenly froze.

Does Jiang Zhao have many toiletries here?

"Toothbrushes and towels are in the bathroom. I went out to buy them in the morning." Jiang Zhao said as if he had understood Jian Yao's thoughts, and added, "I didn't buy breakfast. I don't know when you will wake up. Do you want to cook noodles?"

Jian Yao said "Okay", and obediently went to the bathroom to wash up.

Jiang Zhao watched Jian Yao go in, closed the laptop and put it aside, then got out of bed and went to the kitchen.

Last night he found that Jian Yao was not the same as before.

Although he still plays tricks, he is more cautious and restrained, and even politely said "thank you" when he gave him the slippers.

He is treating himself as an outsider.

Jian Yao stood in front of the sink and brushed his teeth, looking at himself in the mirror.

After staring at each other for a while, he leaned out the door again and glanced at Jiang Zhao who was boiling water in the kitchen.

After quickly washing up, he ran to the kitchen door and stood there for a while, then slowly walked behind Jiang Zhao and hugged him from behind.

Jiang Zhao raised one hand and covered the hands in front of him: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Jian Yao shook his head, leaning on Jiang Zhao's shoulder, watching him throw the noodles into the boiling water pot, "You seem to be very skilled?"

"Well, cook it often."

Jian Yao let out an "Oh" and stared at something lost in thought.

The silence didn't last long, Jiang Zhao said again: "I also learned a few dishes, next time you come to cook for you."

"Why learn this?" Jian Yao subconsciously asked, and after asking, he seemed to have guessed something, lowered his head slightly, and only showed a pair of eyes looking at the boiling pot.

Jiang Zhao was not affected by him. He took the seasoning and sprinkled it into the pot, and stirred it evenly with chopsticks. After everything was done, he said as a matter of course: "After I don't learn, I will eat takeaway with you every day."

Jian Yao blinked, and finally regained his composure. He nibbled on Jiang Zhao's shoulder and said unconvinced, "It's not that I can't do it."

Jiang Zhao laughed shortly.

Jian Yao couldn't see Jiang Zhao's expression, but he tasted contempt and sarcasm from this laugh, and looked up at him: "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing." Jiang Zhao turned off the fire, with a smile hovering on his face for a long time, and finally he just said, "Let me do it."

Jian Yao understood the implication of Jiang Zhao's words in seconds.

He knew that Jiang Zhao was thinking about the past. The two times he showed his culinary skills in front of Jiang Zhao failed, and each time he would get a speech from Jiang Zhao that was especially annoying.

Obviously, after so many years, Jian Yao thought that the way he and Jiang Zhao got along would change beyond recognition, but he didn't expect that the two could still think of going together tacitly.

It turned out that time did not dilute these memories.

Although it was just a bowl of noodles, it was enough to prove that Jiang Zhao's culinary skills had indeed made a qualitative leap, especially since he still remembered that Jian Yao liked to eat soft-boiled eggs, so he won Jian Yao's heartfelt appreciation.

Jian Yao ate and drank enough, took the initiative to take the responsibility of washing the dishes, and entered the kitchen with the dishes and chopsticks.

When he came out again, Jiang Zhao had already moved the computer and sat at the desk, continuing to watch the learning videos on the computer.

Jian Yao also leaned over to take a look, and found that the PPT in the video was very familiar. When the screen cut to the teacher's face, he suddenly realized, and whispered in Jiang Zhao's ear: "I have watched this teacher's class."

Jiang Zhao gave a perfunctory "Yes", ignored the harassment from the person next to him, and continued to stare at the video intently.

Jian Yao continued: "Is he the teacher of your school? Why don't you go to listen to his class directly?"

"I asked for leave today." Jiang Zhao said.

Jian Yao was startled: "Oh."

He got off Jiang Zhao, climbed onto the bed, and lay down beside the table without saying a word.

He remembered that Jiang Zhao was only in his junior year, but he had to complete four years of credits. It was impossible to miss a single class on Monday. To be able to accompany him at home today must be a leave of absence.

Jian Yao stared at Jiang Zhao, suddenly curious about Jiang Zhao's grades.

It is already very strenuous to complete the credits in just three years. Jiang Zhao still has to prepare for the postgraduate entrance examination. It is not easy to guarantee a pass under such a heavy study, and the grade point will definitely not look good.

Jian Yao was embarrassed to ask directly, afraid of hurting Jiang Zhao, so he used the excuse of saving his mobile phone number to access Jiang Zhao's mobile phone, and first saved his fingerprints in it on his own initiative. A column clicked in.

Jian Yao cut to Jiang Zhao's last semester's grades with a little worry, and was a little nervous while waiting for the refresh. After all, he had never seen Jiang Zhao fall from the altar except after the sophomore class test.

Until the results are refreshed, there is a string of numbers written behind the average grade point: 3.96

Jian Yao: "..."

He's worried ass.

Jian Yao rolled his eyes angrily, threw the phone aside, and frankly pulled off Jiang Zhao's earphone: "Don't look at it."

Jiang Zhao looked at Jian Yao suspiciously: "?"

Jian Yao pointed at the phone screen a few times: "Your boyfriend is leaving soon, are you still here watching the learning video?"

A smile flashed in Jiang Zhao's eyes, he pulled off the earphone on the other side and looked at him with his arm in his arms: "Then what should I do?"

"..." Jian Yao knelt by the bed, unable to speak for a long time, and finally could only gouged Jiang Zhao resentfully.

After so many years, Jiang Zhao still owed a beating.

Jiang Zhao stopped teasing Jian Yao, paused the video, stood up and sat on the side of the bed, covering Jian Yao's hands propped on the bed.

Feeling someone leaning forward towards him, Jian Yao almost instinctively greeted him.

Jian Yao originally thought that things that he hadn't done for a long time would become unfamiliar, especially these intimate actions. It wasn't until Jiang Zhao's slightly cool lips touched him that he realized that he was thinking too much.

His body spontaneously awakened those dormant memories, and the long-dormant fire instantly ignited, easily controlling his consciousness.

This kind of fire naturally infected Jiang Zhao, the two breathed more and more heavily, grabbed each other with their free hands, and couldn't figure out when they were brought to the bed by who.

Jian Yao closed his eyes and snorted softly, crossed his legs and circled Jiang Zhao, pressed Jiang Zhao's moving hand, grasped the last bit of reason and asked, "Don't you want to change the way?"

They were already adults, and they reunited after a long absence. With such a beautiful atmosphere, it was rare for Jian Yao to be brave enough to take the initiative to make further demands.

"Don't make trouble." Jiang Zhao gasped slightly in his voice, bowed his head and calmed down for a while before saying, "You have blood clotting disorder, have you forgotten?"

Jian Yao: "..."

He really forgot.

Jiang Zhao looked at his slightly bewildered face, kissed his lips softly, and coaxed in a deep voice, "We'll talk when we're fully prepared."

Jian Yao didn't have a chance to think deeply about this sentence, and being provoked/teased by Jiang Zhao made his head hot again, so he could only say "um" obediently.

Afterwards, Jian Yao rolled over to a clean place and watched Jiang Zhao tidy up the scene of the disaster, so he freed his brain to think about it.

He suddenly realized how lacking his knowledge in this area was.

He has watched a few films, but they were posted by Zhou Xuanyi and the others in the group of brothers in need. His impressions are hard to describe. It took him about ten seconds to fast-forward the one-hour film, and he has never been interested in it since then. Not as good as your own hands.

To put it bluntly, speaking yellow accents is purely a joke, and Jian Yao doesn't know how to practice it, let alone two men.

Jiang Zhao said that we need to prepare well...but what should we prepare for?

There is nothing that the majority of netizens do not know.

Jian Yao firmly believed in this sentence, and immediately took the mobile phone to Baidu.

But now that the search is underway, Jian Yao really has no experience in searching for these things, so he couldn't figure it out for a while, and he didn't find anything for a long time.

Fortunately, persistence is victory. He finally found a group account that seemed to be quite reliable for sharing resources. After thinking about it, he created a small account and sent an application to join the group.

Jiang Zhao cleaned up the scene, lay back on the bed and held Jian Yao tenderly for a while, and it was almost time to go out.

Perhaps the joy of regaining the loss was greater than the sadness of a short parting. Jian Yao didn't feel particularly uncomfortable before leaving, but he still called Jiang Zhao as soon as he passed the security check, and it didn't stop until the plane took off.

It takes about two hours to fly from city A to city C. City C is not as cold as city A. It was not completely dark when Jian Yao arrived there. He wanted to call Jiang Zhao, but found that Jiang Zhao had called him in advance. I left a message, saying that there are still two classes to attend in the evening, and I will call him back when it is over.

Jian Yao honestly withdrew from the chat interface, sent a post and headed back to school.

He is alone now, and after buying dinner and returning to the dormitory, he thought of cutting to the trumpet to have a look, and found that the resource group had agreed to his application, and even sent resources by group email.

Jian Yao sincerely admired the efficiency of this group in his heart, poked into the mailbox with curiosity, his expression froze on the spot.

Several videos were shared in this email, and the first title made him turn pale with shock, and his three views were completely split.

【Beautiful tenderness: Crying and calling Dad.mp4.】

The author has something to say: The name was chosen blindly, I don’t know if there is any (cough

The full grade point of the university is 4. I don’t know if it’s the same in every school, so let’s talk about it here

Thanks for reading, and thanks for being with me!

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感谢在2020-09-1602:17:20~2020-09-1720:58:36期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: I am one of your little cuties;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: I am your cute 12 bottles; Xu Tangtang Tangtang 6 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!