Tick ​​tick

The clock got up early in the morning and wanted to pick up Song Qiyou to go to school, but no one answered after knocking on the door for a long time, and it took a long time for someone to answer the phone. Song Qiyou asked in a hurry, "What's the matter?"

"Are not you at home?"

"I'm in the lab."

The clock is incredible: "It's Sunday morning at 07:30, have you arrived at the lab?"

"Yes." Song Qiyou's voice was a little farther away, probably because the hands-free was turned on, and the person walked away.

Clock thought for a while and asked: "Can I go to the laboratory to find you?"

It took a while on the phone to say: "Come on. [-] on the third floor of the physics laboratory building."

The voice was still far away, and the words were precious, and the clock said "I'll be there in a while" and hung up the phone without disturbing him.

Knocked on the door before entering, and when he heard "Come in", he went in and saw only Song Qiyou alone, Clock was curious: "Why are you alone?"

Song Qiyou was writing down the data in a notebook while facing an instrument, without looking up: "The others are in other laboratories."

The clock nodded: "Why so early?"

"Today's experiment cycle is long. If you want to complete it without interruption, you have to start early." Song Qiyou closed the notebook and capped it, "Let's go to [-]."

[-]'s experimental benches are not as many as [-]'s, and they are placed very scatteredly. The instruments placed on each bench are also different, and there are also large instruments with complicated circuits placed directly on the ground.Clock guessed that this was Song Qiyou's main laboratory, and just wanted to ask, Song Qiyou apologized first:

"There are a lot of things to do, and I may not be able to take care of you. Things here are not allowed to move casually. You can sit on a stool and play with your mobile phone. The Wifi password is on the wall. If you want to go out for a walk, you can go directly. You don't need to talk to me." I say hello."

Zhong Zhong wanted to express his determination with a pun and said that he would always guard Teacher Song, but Song Qiyou didn't give him a chance, so he squatted in front of a laboratory table and started fiddling with instruments after speaking.Clock's expression froze halfway through, hooked the corners of his mouth, and sat not far from Song Qiyou to watch him do the experiment.

Men who work hard are the most attractive. Clock looked at Song Qiyou and highly affirmed this sentence.Song Qiyou squinted his eyes to adjust the instrument. Song Qiyou wore goggles to see if it was a scanning tunneling microscope or something. Song Qiyou lowered his head to record. Every Song Qiyou was extremely charming.

It's just that Jack who doesn't play will become stupid. No matter how charming Song Qiyou is, if he doesn't speak for an hour, it will make people panic.The clock looked at the moment when he was not playing with the instrument or recording the data, and called out: "Teacher Song?"

Song Qiyou sat on the stool, as if in a daze, but did not respond to the clock.

The clock called again: "Teacher Song?"

Song Qiyou's reaction was as if his soul had really flown away and was just called back by the clock.His eyes fell on the face of the clock, from slack to a little radiant, and he smiled mechanically: "What's wrong?"

"It's been more than an hour, isn't Teacher Song taking a break?"

"I'm resting."

Song Qiyou was wondering if the clock would be too boring, and he could find something to do for him, which was rest for him.But the clock doesn't know, and you choose to be in a daze, thinking that a big living person can chat with you and tell you jokes in front of you.But in the end it was a slander, he smiled: "I can chat with Teacher Song."

Song Qiyou waved his hand: "No need. The data will take 5 minutes to be recorded, and it will be here soon."

It turned out to be waiting for data.The clock was aggrieved for a while, unable to speak, and could only watch Song Qiyou immerse himself in research again, sitting on a chair with rollers, and turning from one experimental bench to another.

It wasn't until Song Qiyou got up, turned off the lights in the laboratory, and the clock beeped, that Song Qiyou said again: "Ah, I'm sorry I forgot to say, I want to turn off the lights to see what happens."

The clock nodded suddenly.Clock knows that Song Qiyou can't see him nodding, he only has the light he wants to see in his eyes, not himself.

It was really late autumn, Zhong Zhong sighed in his heart, feeling cold.

Fortunately, before the words were dead, when the lights came on again, the clock said he was going out for a walk.Song Qiyou felt that it would not be boring for the clock to go out for a walk, so he agreed with great spirits, but in Luo Zhong's eyes, he only felt that he thought he was in the way and couldn't wait for him to leave.

A few steps away from the clock, Deng Jian came with a notebook. Deng Jian did not expect to meet the clock here, and was surprised and delighted: "Senior sister, why are you here?"

Zhong Zhong still didn't like this person who was too close to Song Qiyou, and casually declared his sovereignty: "Come to see Teacher Song."

"Just right, I'll send Teacher Song some data, let's go together!"

Clock is patient: "I've looked for it. I came out first when he was doing experiments, so as not to disturb him."

Deng Jian giggled and said, "Yes, Teacher Song is very busy this morning. Senior sister, wait for me, I will take you to our laboratory after delivering the things."

Clock didn't want to agree, but Deng Jian had already entered [-]'s gate, it was not good for him to leave, thinking about it, he felt that he was idle, so he just took a look.

Deng Jian was doing experiments in [-], not only him, but also three graduate students led by Song Qiyou.Deng Jian entered the door and introduced the clock in a high-profile manner: "Mr. Song's friend, M University's astrophysics student is very good."

Is it a friend or a girlfriend?Teacher Song, why did your friend come here with you?With question marks in their hearts, the three graduate students greeted the clock politely.

Clock also smiled politely, regretting following, and was so annoyed that he wanted to use his father's influence to make Deng Jian drop out of school and lose his job after graduation.Deng Jian didn't know that Zhong Zhong had a villain in her heart, and the senior in her impression was still telling stories gently, so she asked with a shy face: "Sister, can you tell me about studying at M University?"

Another thirsty for knowledge, so enthusiastic is waiting for him here.Clock raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you doing an experiment? Are you free to listen to stories?"

Deng Jian said carelessly: "Our experiment is simple, the preliminary operation has been completed, and now we can record the data in a while."

The layout of [-] is similar to that of [-]. There are about the same instruments on the experimental benches that are more closely arranged, and it looks like they are doing basic experiments.The clock nodded, thinking that Song Qiyou had worked so hard, but they were relaxed, and also thought, about studying at M University, how can there be anything wrong with studying at M University?

To say yes, in such an academic sanctuary, what Zhong Zhong does every day is to follow Song Qiyou's figure on the huge campus.When Song Qiyou was in class, he sat in the last row and listened. When Song Qiyou had dinner, he ordered the same dishes and sat down at a few tables away. When Song Qiyou went to the library to read physics literature, he would borrow literature classics. From sunrise to sunset, he always had Song Qiyou in his eyes.

So is my heart.

Even learning astrophysics is entirely because Song Qiyou is studying quantum physics. The seemingly coincidental "one macro and one micro" that Song Qiyou once lamented was actually carefully designed by him.He didn't like physics, and he passed all professional courses, and finally got his graduation certificate not too reluctantly, which did not match the "extraordinary" in Deng Jian's mouth.

He just likes Song Ki Woo.

Just like he chose the direction of astronomy in physics not because he likes stars, but because he likes Song Qiyou.

So Deng Jian couldn't hear what he expected, first-class physics teaching, advanced experimental equipment, serious and lively academic atmosphere.Zhong Zhong could only fool Deng Jian with his little academic memory, and then described the campus of Xia M University to him.Those classical buildings, bronze statues, and scurrying little squirrels are always desirable, although in the eyes of the clock, none of these are as pleasing to the eye as that person.

After suffering like this, Zhong Zhong missed that person again, although that person had just "expelled" him away.Clock and Deng Jian casually chatted a few words and returned to [-]. When the door clicked, Song Qiyou was concentrating on the experiment and did not say hello to him.

Clock sat on a relatively empty laboratory table, dangling his legs, and started playing with his mobile phone.Song Qiyou glanced at him, but did not stop his behavior that violated the norms.

At noon, the experiment finally came to an end.Song Qiyou packed up the instruments and walked to the clock. The clock stretched, smiled sweetly, and leaned over to kiss Song Qiyou.

Song Qiyou was frightened by the sudden approach, and bounced away in a panic: "The laboratory is monitored."

The clock looked around to find the monitor, blew a kiss to it, and stared into Song Qiyou's eyes: "Is it okay without the monitor?"

Song Qiyou's eyes dodged: "Is it boring in the morning?"

Clock laughed: "Fortunately, it's not boring to be around Teacher Song."

"I'll do the experiment in the future, so you better not come here."

"What's the matter? I said I'm not bored anymore." Clock changed his name, "Is it because I wanted to kiss you just now? I won't do it later."

"No." Song Qiyou waved his hand.

"What's the matter?"

"It must be boring, I can't accompany you, and sometimes I even forget that there is someone in the lab... I don't think it's good for you."

"So you want to push me away?"

Clock knows that it is very naive to be jealous of Song Qiyou's work, but he can't help being naive, and he tries hard not to be naive.He had endured so hard, and was willing to take the inferior position, as long as he was by Song Qiyou's side, but Song Qiyou still wanted to push him away, saying that he was thinking of him.

Song Qiyou didn't really think about the things between us at all.

Song Qiyou only wanted to be my friend, not my lover.

This idea suddenly came into being in my heart.The morning's waiting is like fertilizer, watering it, helping it take root, germinate, and grow.My heart seemed to be strangled by the rapidly spreading vines, and a scene of blood and green juice mixed together and dripping appeared in front of my eyes. The clock made a "woo" in pain, and jumped off the laboratory platform and ran away.

Song Qiyou was stunned for five seconds before realizing what happened, and he made the clock angry again.No one answered the phone call, the laboratory building on Sunday was empty, and there was no one to ask, so Song Qiyou had to look from one laboratory to another, wondering what to do if he couldn't find it.

The clock is like a weak animal, always hides in the corner and licks the wound when it is injured.This time, he hid in the bathroom, thinking about the events of this period over and over again like masochistic, thinking of the final conclusion of "I just want to be friends, not lovers", he couldn't cry, and sobbed softly.

So aggrieved.

He wanted to destroy something, but there was nothing to destroy in the small compartment, only himself.The tyrannical psychology surged up, along with the shadow of sexual desire. During this period of time, because of being too infatuated, I have not blasphemed myself for a long time. Now I want to vent, want to lose control, and want to be broken beyond repair.

The clock roughly pulled off the briefs, and the girlish strawberry on it seemed to be a mockery of the loser at the moment.Holding the sex'device in his hand, he kneaded himself in a loss of severity, thinking about the scene of passionate kiss with Song Qiyou, Song Qiyou's temperature, Song Qiyou's sweat, and Song Qiyou's blurred eyes for himself.

Song Qiyou searched for the last laboratory on the third floor, found the bathroom, heard the movement, and asked uncertainly, "Is the clock there?"

The clock was panting again and again, when he heard the voice of the obscene person, thinking that he was only a few steps away, he was almost masturbating in front of his face, the movements of his hands quickened a bit, and the sound of breathing also changed. big.

Song Qiyou heard the sound and recognized the tone of the clock. He asked in disbelief, "Clock? What are you doing?"

"I...I'm thinking about you...Thinking about you masturbating...haha..."

This level of absurdity is beyond Song Qiyou's cognition. Some words appeared in his mind with a scythe erected for him to use, vile, immoral, disgusting, and shameless. After using them, he turned and left.But he didn't want to say anything, and he didn't want to leave. He walked to the door of the cubicle with the most noise and asked softly, "Are you okay?"

The clock reached its climax at this moment, he screamed in a hoarse voice, all the whiteness splashed on the door panel and his raised skirt.After his consciousness gradually became clear, he thought about what he had done, and finally couldn't help it, and burst into tears.

Song Qiyou heard him cry, thinking that he had probably finished the previous process, knocked on the door lightly, and asked again softly: "Are you okay? Open the door?"

He must hate me.He must hate me.Zhong Zhong struggled desperately, thinking it was pointless: "Song Qiyou... woo... I like you..."

"……I know."

"I like you so much, so much...I like you so much that only the word 'like' is left, I told you so early...I don't have anything left, don't hate me..."

"I don't hate you." Song Qiyou couldn't coax people, so he could only lower his voice as much as possible, "Can you open the door first?"

"I...my skirt is dirty...it's full of semen...uh..."

Song Qiyou thought for a while: "Take it easy, I'll go buy a piece of soap, and you'll open the door when I come back, okay?"

There was only whimpering in the cubicle, and Song Qiyou was worried, so he ran to a small supermarket not far away, and then came back.The bathroom was already quiet, and Song Qiyou was nervous for a while, fearing that the clock had gone, so he hurried to the door of the cubicle and saw that the cubicle was still locked, so he felt relieved.

"I'm back, can you open the door?"

"What do you buy soap for?"

The voice of the clock is still hoarse, probably from crying.Song Qiyou worried and said, "Didn't you say that the skirt is dirty? I'll wash it for you."

With a "click", the door opened, and the clock stood messily in the compartment, with red and swollen eyes.Song Qiyou turned around and locked the bathroom door, slowly led the clock to the sink, wet his skirt with water and soap, squatted down, and helped him wash his skirt seriously.

Clock was crying hard, seeing Song Qiyou squatting at his feet, his legs couldn't help shaking.Song Qiyou glimpsed Clock's cowardice and fear from this trembling. He suddenly felt that brave people may be strong, but those who pretend to be brave are always very fragile.

The clock is beautiful, and the beautiful skirt makes him even more beautiful, but this does not prevent a society that is completely uncivilized in certain ideologies from being unfriendly to him, and even brings him more malice.Before being accepted by everyone and society, he needs at least one person to protect him without reservation.

Song Qiyou thought that he could be that person.

At this moment, Song Qiyou felt that he would definitely fall in love with the clock, maybe already, maybe soon.But he doesn't know how to fall in love, but love should be very gentle, so he said softly:

"The dress is clean. Don't be afraid."

Song Qiyou got up and helped him wash his hands, washed his face, wiped off the obvious dirt on the door panel, and finally led him to the car, took him home, and cooked him a not so delicious meal.

They had never held hands before.