The male god on the other side looks over

The air immediately became fresh after getting off the bus. Wang Zesheng stabilized his heartbeat. He took a deep breath before turning to look at the man behind him: "Thank you."

Not only rescued him on the bus, but also sacrificed his own time to send him home.

Yu Shihang was stunned for a moment, then curled the corners of his lips, with a gentle smile, and the movement of one hand in his pocket was natural: "If you really want to thank...you can treat me to something?"

Seeing his smile, Wang Zesheng moved his lips, unable to speak, lowered his head and said "En" softly.

There are no elegant restaurants near Wang Zesheng's home. After all, it is a residential area, and there are several dumpling restaurants. The two walked into a restaurant with a cleaner environment and sat down.

"What to eat!"

There were not many customers inside, and the proprietress was eating melon seeds and watching Huan Zhu Ge Ge on the desktop TV in front of her. When she saw the two little brothers entering the door, she burst into smiles, patted her thighs and walked over, "Dumplings, noodles, wontons are available, now cook!"

Wang Zesheng was a little nervous, looking up at the menu wallpaper on the wall with a tense face, his palms were slightly sweaty.

In fact, he already regretted entering this restaurant. Although the environment is clean, he still feels that it is a bit weird to invite seniors to eat such petty food... Will he be disgusted?

"Brother, if you don't know what to eat, I recommend you to try our shrimp wonton, it's very fresh!" Seeing Wang Zesheng hesitate for a long time, the proprietress simply recommended herself, pointing to a picture on the wall, "It's almost noon It's almost sold out, and there are still two bowls left, which are just right."

Subconsciously, Wang Zesheng turned back to look at the senior opposite, and found that he was also looking at the menu on the wall with his chin propped up and his eyes half-closed. His thin lips were slightly pursed, and the lines of his profile revealed a very sexy taste.

"Then let's eat this," Yu Shihang said, then turned his head, but unexpectedly met Wang Zesheng's gaze, and was slightly stunned, "What's wrong?...You don't want to eat?"

Wang Zesheng shook his head stiffly, and took out his wallet without saying anything.

The proprietress took the money and went to the back to order wontons. Wang Zesheng sat down and counted the coins in his wallet. He just put them in his pocket when he heard a pleasant magnetic voice from the opposite side, with a bit of a smile on his face.

"Your wallet is so cute."

Wang Zesheng was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously looked down at his wallet, feeling his face was burning hot.

His wallet was bought by him at a night market stall a few years ago. Although it is not exquisite, Wang Zesheng loves it because of the little brown bear sleeping soundly on its stomach.

Stuck the wallet into his trouser pocket in a little panic, Wang Zesheng pursed his lips forcefully, and said in a stiff voice, "...Thank you."

There were not many customers in the store, and the proprietress acted very quickly. After a while, two bowls of steaming wontons were brought to the table. As soon as Wang Zesheng picked up the chopsticks, he saw the green onions floating on the soup surface in the bowl, and couldn't help frowning.

"What's the matter?" Yu Shihang had just picked up a wonton when he noticed Wang Zesheng's furrowed brows. He followed his gaze into the bowl and couldn't help laughing, "You don't know how to eat onions?"

Wang Zesheng poked the wontons in the bowl, raised his head to look at him and gave a muffled "En" at the same time.

"Want to eat?"

"……kindness."

Yu Shihang paused slightly with the hand holding the chopsticks, tightened the corners of his lips, and reached out to take his bowl of wontons.

"???" Wang Zesheng didn't react, his hand holding the chopsticks was still in mid-air, his expression was rarely blank.

Yu Shihang looked up at him with a smile, took a new pair of chopsticks and didn't say a word, raised his hand to pick out a piece of green onion from the bowl and put it on the table next to the bowl, with a natural tone: "Don't eat green onions just now. It’s better to say no earlier, huh?”

The voice of the last word "En" is very low and soft, but there is an inexplicable sexy in Wang Zesheng's ears, which almost makes half of his body numb and even unable to move. He opened his lips but didn't know what to say, and slowly put down his chopsticks, the heart almost jumped out of his chest under his tense face.

In fact, Wang Zesheng hadn't had much contact with Yu Shihang within a week after the last time he chatted with Yulong. He turned it off in frustration, not to mention that the other party didn't take the initiative to find him, and Wang Zesheng didn't dare to disturb him rashly.

I was able to meet my senior today, and I was able to eat wontons with him, and I was taken care of to help pick green onions. Wang Zesheng felt that no matter how unlucky he was before, everything became lucky today. The person you have a crush on takes good care of you, and the world The happiest thing in the world is nothing more than that, right?

"Let's eat, the green onions have been picked out." Yu Shihang put the chopsticks aside, and gently pushed the bowl over, with a gentle smile on his lips, "The temperature is just right, not as hot as before."

Wang Zesheng's eyes fell on the bowl. All the moist white wontons were beautiful in color. He moved his lips and lowered his head to pick one up and put it in his mouth. The dough was smooth, the shrimps soft and elastic, and the temperature was just moderate. They were a little surprised at the deliciousness of this wonton.

Is it because of the good craftsmanship of the proprietress, or is it because of the delicate behavior of the person in front of me?

"Is it tasty?"

Wang Zesheng nodded heavily, his cheeks bulging like a squirrel: "...En!"

Yu Shihang laughed softly, a strange sense of satisfaction flashed across his eyes, but Wang Zesheng just buried his head in eating and didn't see it.

"Crack-"

Wang Zesheng paused, held the chopsticks and raised his head, only to find that the senior in front of him was drinking soup from the edge of the bowl, there was no abnormality, he couldn't help frowning and then lowered his head.

Strange... Was that voice just an illusion?

After eating a meal of wontons, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon, and the sky outside was already approaching dusk. The two of them got up and prepared to go home after almost eating. After the two said goodbye at the station, Wang Zesheng remained in a good mood.

At dinner, Wang Zesheng, who ate a big bowl of wontons, couldn't eat it. He even shirked the dessert after dinner every day, which made the Queen Mother feel strange.

Although he was excited about spending the afternoon alone with his senior, Wang Zesheng did not forget the important things that he had agreed with Zhou Shuo today.

After the last art class on Friday, Wang Zesheng packed his backpack and walked straight to Zhou Shuo's house.

Although he and Zhou Shuo are in the same university now, they have different departments after all. He is in the Fine Arts Department of Danan Building, while Zhou Shuo is in the Computer Department farthest from Danan Building. The two have different course arrangements. Zhou Shuo was already at home when the last class was over.

Although both of them are commuters, it is more convenient for Zhou Shuo recently, because his home is next to the university, only separated by a commercial street, and Wang Zesheng is only ten minutes away.

Not long after Wang Zesheng knocked on the door, the door was opened, and Zhou Shuo poked out his big head, his eyes rolling.

"Come here?"

Wang Zesheng said "En" and followed him into the door, and Zhou Shuo threw him a pair of plush slippers at the entrance: "Come in wearing them, I just mopped the floor half an hour ago."

What Zhou Shuo threw to him was a pair of pure black floor slippers without lace at all. Wang Zesheng looked down at the slippers and said two words slowly with his mouth curled: "It's so ugly."

Zhou Shuo was choked up by his disgusting voice, and it took him a long time to find words to refute: "Ugly, what an ugly, this is so masculine, it doesn't look like yours is either a chicken or a duckling... so flamboyant!" pretty……"

Wang Zesheng pursed his lips and corrected his words with a serious face: "It's Little Bear."

Zhou Shuo was successfully choked by him again, and in the end he simply squatted down and took the slippers and put them on his feet: "You will beep... Can't I help you put on your shoes?"

"..." Wang Zesheng paused for a moment, then lifted his foot obediently.

Although the distance between their homes is a bit far, after all, they were good friends who lived next door when they were young. Even after they went to college, they are no longer neighbors. Wang Zesheng would come to visit occasionally, but it’s not that he is unfamiliar with the layout of Zhou Shuo’s house. .

"You go to my room first, I'll come up later," Zhou Shuo handed over a glass of boiled water, grabbed a rag in one hand and wiped it on the dining table, "My parents are out, I still have to work today, the only thing I need is a bowl Didn't wash, if you don't mind, help me wash it together."

Wang Zesheng glanced at him lightly, turned around and walked towards the room, so angry that Zhou Shuo behind him almost lost his breath.

"Fuck, Wang Zesheng, you are so cruel!!"

Zhou Shuo’s room is different from Wang Zesheng’s in warm tones, the overall style is colder, the space is small but very tidy, with guitars, footballs, blue-gray bed sheets and duvet covers, and a photo of a certain model on the wall. In a nutshell, it's an ordinary room with male hormones everywhere.

The computer on the desk was still on. Wang Zesheng walked over to take a look, only to realize that it was a game interface. He looked up at the clock on the wall, guessing that it would take a while for Zhou Shuo to come up, and sat down on the desk. front chair.

Wang Zesheng's original intention was to log on to QQ, but he couldn't log out of the game interface, and he didn't know what button the mouse pressed. The computer screen suddenly went black, and when it turned on again, the whole computer screen was covered changed.

"..."

Wang Zesheng looked at the background picture on the screen that resembled a Japanese tram, and then at the 3D simulated girl smiling at him in front of the camera, pursing his lips tightly with a vague premonition.

Wang Zesheng tried to move the mouse, but suddenly a pair of hands reached out from the computer to touch the girl in the picture, and with a charming "Yameidie", his face instantly darkened.

When Zhou Shuo finished washing the dishes and pushed open the door of his room, what caught his eyes was Wang Zesheng's face as cold as frost sitting beside the bed. He just stood at the door and received several cold-eyed throwing knives.

"What's wrong, this is..." Zhou Shuo muttered and walked over, "Did you eat explosives?"

As soon as the words fell to the ground, he saw the game disc in Wang Zesheng's hand. The four characters "Idiot Tram" were particularly eye-catching.

"Then what Zesheng... this is a misunderstanding..."

Wang Zesheng squinted his eyes, picked up the game CD next to him, and his voice was chilly.

"Zhou! Shuo!"

The author has something to say:

#Crazy Diary#

March 2014, 3.clear

He was so cute when he was eating wontons. He secretly took a picture and used it as the desktop of his phone, and secretly recorded his voice... Well, let’s set it as the wake-up ringtone.

May 2014, 3 sunny

Today the teacher delayed the class, I didn't keep up with him in time, and no one went to his house...

Where did he go?