Vocal fetish

"...Wake up...Shun...Wen Shun?"

Feeling that someone around him pushed him again, Wen Shu raised his head from the desk in a daze, and looked blankly at the person beside him who pushed him awake.

"Wen Shun, why did you fall asleep on the table? If you are really sleepy, go to bed and sleep?"

The person who came put down the basketball he was holding in his hand, and while talking to himself, he pulled a towel off the shelf and wiped the water all over his face. He looked like he had just returned from a shower after playing basketball.

"I said, Wen Shun, how is your thesis going? I'm going to get angry with what I wrote, but the old woman still wants me to change it. Can you help me see it?" The young man in the jersey casually took the towel Put it back on the shelf, turned around and sat down on the chair next to Wen Shun, then turned on the computer on the desk next to it, "Look, this... Wen Shun? Wen Shun?"

Wen Shun looked at the opening and closing lips of the person in front of him, and then he took off the earphones as if reacting suddenly.

"Sorry, I was wearing earphones just now... What did you say?" Wen Shun smiled apologetically at the person in front of him, and rubbed his red ears that had been covered by the earphone pads just because he was lying on the table with one hand.

The young man sitting next to Wen Shun sighed with an expression of "I knew it was like this", and then repeated what he had just said.

After listening carefully, Wen Shun quickly scanned the first draft of the thesis in the other party's computer, and roughly picked out a few paragraphs that were obviously problematic and made a few annotations.

"It's hard for me to say how to change the details, but there are some problems with the structure and format of these places. You can adjust it a little and then go to the instructor to see it?" After Wen Shun finished speaking, he looked back at the young man beside him. The other party just stared blankly at him as if distracted, "Yang Yi? Why don't you speak?"

Yang Yi, who was called by his name, suddenly came to his senses, he scratched his head awkwardly and smiled awkwardly: "No, I just suddenly felt...uh, just lost my mind, I know what you just said , please, Wen Shun."

After Yang Yi finished speaking, he picked up the computer from in front of Wen Shun and rushed back to his bed to bury his head in revising his thesis, but every time he wrote a few words, he couldn't help but raise his head. Peeking at Wen Shun sitting at the desk.

Maybe it was because Wen Shun was lying on the table and fell asleep before the earphone cable was pressed in the corner of his eyes, and there was still a reddish indentation on his fair face at this time.

The slender red marks pressed by the headphone cable were printed on the corners of Wen Shun's eyes without knowing it, like a line of eyeliner drawn by rouge, matched with Wen Shun's cold eyes all the year round, Yang Yi looked at it He was inexplicably lost.

Wen Shun obviously didn't notice the abnormality of his roommate. He rubbed his eyes and put the earphones back on again, and found that the channels that were still full before had returned to their former desertedness.Glancing at the last message recording time on the public screen, Wen Shun realized in a daze that he had fallen asleep listening to Zeng Gui's voice.And this sleep turned out to be four hours, and even slept through lunch time.

Wen Shun smiled wryly and thought of the cats he had seen eating catnip. He suddenly felt that when he heard the voice of the male god, he was no worse than those cats.

To me, that sound was no different from drugs.

With a long sigh, Wen Shun opened the message reminder that had been flashing non-stop. In addition to the crazy superimposed group messages, there was also a private message reminder.

Fat times of the male god: [Xiao Shun!Today at 11 o'clock in the morning, there is an event coming on the male god's channel! 】

Fat times of the male god: [Xiao Shun!Why haven't you come yet!Oh my god, Xie Tian is here too!Hurry up! 】

Fat Ci, the male god: [Fuck!Fuck!Xiao Shun, what kind of luck are you!The first onlooker activity was named by the male god! RP points me a little, you! 】

Fat Ci, the male god: [You are finished!Today you just wait to be rounded by the idiots in the group!I'm so jealous!He even talked to the male god and Xie Tian!How can you be so lucky!unusual!To be honest, are you a relative or friend of a male god who came to the grassroots to work as an undercover agent!Hurry up!Be frank and lenient and resist strict! 】

Fat Ci, the male god: [Hello?Xiao Shun, are you there?Squeak?Too excited to be silly? 】

Fat times of the male god: [Xiao Shun?No one is here?The event is over, is your vest still hanging on the channel?Did you disappear on the way? 】

This "Fat Ci of the Male God" is Wen Shunzao, one of the administrators of the fan group. He is usually very active in the group and takes great care of the newcomers.In the first few days, when Wen Shun searched for various resources about Zeng Gui, this "Male God Fat Ci" also helped him a lot.Generally speaking, she is an enthusiastic and somewhat familiar girl. Although she talks a lot, she is rarely annoying.

Wen Shun thought for a while, and the words in his mind turned around and became a line of words typed with his fingertips.

One sound and one moment: [I was in a hurry to go out halfway, do you have any records of this event, Fatty?Can you pass me a copy? 】

After a while, Fat Ci, the male god, replied Wen Shun's message.

Fat times of the male god: [Oh good, can I send it to your mailbox?The file is a bit large, and the direct transfer is too slow. 】

A moment later: [Thank you, please, I'm going to write a thesis. 】

Fat times of the male god: [Oh~ so you are a graduate?Then I won't bother you.That's right, the novel you recommended to me last time is very good!Thanks! 】

Wen Shun closed the chat box after reading the message sent by the other party, but when he closed the other party's chat box, a friend request message flashed in the message bar.When I poked it open, it turned out to be the girl named "Male God Fat Ci".

Wen Shun frowned and thought for a while, then clicked agree in the friend request.

As in the habit of the previous few days, Wen Shun turned on the player to cycle through the song list of the singer Zeng Gui, and then called up a few documents from the folder on the desktop that had nothing to do with the thesis.

This is another secret of Wen Shun.

Wen Shun hides his secrets in his heart, which makes him inconvenient and unwilling to tell the people around him many things.So he chose to turn the repressed or helpless emotions hidden in his heart into words, and then integrated these emotional words into fictional stories.

At first he just wrote it for fun, but then he gradually couldn't bear to bear these emotions by himself.Wen Shun, who realized this, chose a website and started posting his own stories. He wanted to get some comfort and understanding from others through these text exchanges, and he did it.

Although he has not enjoyed the popularity of those popular Internet writers in recent years, he has still attracted a small group of long-term readers who are interested in his stories.

The new story written by Wen Shun in the past few days is the story of a blind man who fell in love with a singer because of a song.

Wen Shun knows that his story has a certain metaphorical nature, but he is not afraid of revealing his truth.After all, he was too far away from Zeng Gui's circle, so far away that Wen Shun even felt that the short conversation this morning was the only intersection between him and Zeng Gui in his life.

Thinking of this, Wen Shun's mood became a lot darker, and he even forgot to continue writing the half-written sentence in his hand.

Wen Shun sighed and rubbed the swollen corners of his eyes, but unexpectedly, when he closed his eyes, there was a harsh noise from the earphones.Surprised by the noise, Wen Shun opened his eyes and hurriedly checked which program in his taskbar had a problem.

When Wen Shun scanned the program windows he opened one by one with the mouse, he found that the harsh sound probably came from the channel page he forgot to close.At this time, the huge channel only had two people online.

One is himself, and the other is... Xie Tian?That Xie Tian who bet with Zeng Gui today?

The information light in front of Xie Tian's name was flashing green, and the ear-piercing voice also appeared in the earphones following the flashing green light.

It must be something wrong with Xie Tian's mic, but what is Xie Tian doing on Zeng Gui's channel when there is no one around?

"Hey, hey... Zeng Gui... Did you hear... Why am I so stuck? The page is half... a day... not coming out..."

Xie Tian's voice echoed intermittently with harsh noises, and only Wen Shun's channel was at this time. Just when Wen Shun wanted to remind the other party to jump to the wrong channel and there was noise in the microphone, Xie Tian spoke again.

"...Say... you uploaded... the secondary... material I found, I circled your... 1S1S419... trumpet you... I'll go! Finally brushed The page is coming!"

Xie Tian's intermittent voice finally became smoother, and Wen Shun, who seemed to have heard some great secret, withdrew from the channel the moment he heard Xie Tian's voice became smoother.

Xietian, who was lying alone in the channel, looked at the "1" displayed on the number of online users on the channel and clicked his tongue. He turned off the microphone that was deliberately pulled loose by himself as an excuse to become poorly connected, and sat in the chair with a displeased face. Talk to yourself.

"Tsk, chasing someone takes so much trouble, Yi Sheng is not too tired. If I didn't lose the bet today, I would be so sick that I installed a network card here..."

Xie Tian looked at the information prompt on the public screen of the channel [quit the channel with a sound], and secretly thought about how much red envelopes he would need from a matchmaker to be enough.