want to date my cat

Idiot?

Mi Zhiqiu is rarely said that. Most of the time, he is the easy person, or his character will not make unattainable choices, and people who stay in the comfort zone are naturally handy.

Besides, he's always been a smart guy.

These two words popped out of nowhere, bouncing back and forth in his ears like pinballs.

Chattering and asking, you know what.

There was still faint light on the campus after the gate control time, scattered sparsely in the windows, Mi Zhiqiu moved a small stool and sat by the balcony window.

The sky was dark, but the lights were still on.

The wind in early spring was cold, ironing his forehead so cold, but his hands and feet were warm, like a cat that had been nesting there all the time, resting its chin on the window sill in a daze.

Mi Zhiqiu didn't deliberately think about Xia Xinran, nor did he deliberately stop thinking about Xia Xinran, it seemed that this person was suitable for appearing in his mind during these days of unrestrained imagination.

Especially today.

Mi Zhiqiu's gaze turned from the shadow of the whirling tree to the horizon, then wandered back to the window frame, and finally landed on the phone.

After seven hours, Xia Xin was still in the afternoon. From his description, he really worked hard to sleep in.

"Not having a class in the morning is my respect for staying up late."

Their conversations were scattered, and sometimes when Mi Zhiqiu woke up, he replied with the dinner photos he sent at two or three o'clock at night.

The way the British spend their evenings is very simple. In this bar or that bar, Xia Xin still can't keep up with such a high degree of life. He can only play games with people from all over the world every day, and quickly mastered various accents.

He is a mediocre imitation genius.

Most of the time they do not communicate, and sometimes a topic seems to emerge after two or three days, and it will take more than ten hours to complete it in their respective time differences.

It's like when they lived in the same hallway, they had to walk thirty steps to talk, they didn't need a mobile phone at all, and the chat records were intermittent.The world on the screen remained the same as before, but in reality they were separated by nine thousand kilometers.

Mi Zhiqiu wanted to tell him that the country is getting warmer today, but hesitantly, he stared at the keyboard and typed a bunch of gibberish characters.