pretend crush

The boss helped them with splicing and drying. When Zhou Qiu walked out slowly, the keychain was ready and packed in a transparent box.

"It's for you, no matter how ugly you are, you have to admit it." Meng Ziqin handed over the box containing the pink Pikachu. The red bow on it was the one he learned from the boss just now. It is crooked and very different from the one tied by the boss. .

Zhou Qiu could tell the difference between the two gift boxes at a glance, but he didn't dislike it at all.

"Take it home and use it." Zhou Qiu held up the box and turned it around to look at the light in the room.

The finished Pikachu still has big and small eyes, and the inverted triangle of the mouth is not obvious, because Meng Ziqin obviously didn't control it well when he painted it, so he painted a little more, and finally the whole mouth became an "o" shape.

The things were made by Mencius Qin, and even the gift boxes were packed by him.

It is impossible for Zhou Qiu not to like it.

The two took their respective things, thanked the boss and walked out of the workshop.

It was time for lunch. Today, because the theme was a date day, the show crew did not deduct their money, but Zhou Qiu chose the restaurant.

The street was still bustling, and Meng Ziqin followed Zhou Qiu, seeing him stop and look across.

He also looked over and found that there was a small garden over there, and a swing could be seen from the side facing the street.

There seem to be a lot of swings that can be found everywhere in foreign countries.

"Do you want to play?" Meng Ziqin said it casually, because he didn't believe that Zhou Qiu would like to play on the swing.

"Well, this is one of a hundred things, swinging together," Zhou Qiu took Meng Ziqin's hand, "Want to go? If we want to go, we will go now."

What Meng Ziqin didn't expect was that Zhou Qiu was so familiar with these hundred things, as if he had memorized them all.

"Hiss, but you're afraid of heights, so forget it." Zhou Qiu led him to leave, but was held back by Mencius Qin.

"Don't be afraid of that, let's go there." Meng Ziqin shook the hands of the two of them, and Zhou Qiu looked at him and gave a "hmm" and put his hand into his coat pocket.

The pockets of the down jacket were warm, and Zhou Qiu felt that Meng Ziqin's hands were cold, so he squeezed them tighter.

"Cross the road first," Zhou Qiu said.

The two walked across the road, and Zhou Qiu pushed open the iron gate of the park, "We also completed a task just now."

"What?" Meng Ziqin asked.

"Hand in hand and cross the road."

The heart skipped a beat again, and fell back to its original place irregularly.

"Sit up." Zhou Qiu took his hand and passed it forward, but Meng Ziqin was pulled back just as he was about to sit down.

"Wait a minute, I go first, you push me."

Mencius:? ? ?

His dazed expression made Zhou Qiu laugh, "No, I'm afraid of the cold."

The swing is made of wood, and it looks like a layer of ice is frozen on it.Zhou Qiu's carefulness made Meng Ziqin feel like he had been stabbed by an arrow. He obviously couldn't do it to such an extent when he was completing a task that needed to care about Zhou Qiu all the time, and he felt guilty for a while.

"No! I want to be the first to swing!" Meng Ziqin sat down on the swing, rubbed his toes, and the swing shook slightly.

Zhou Qiu had no choice but to stand behind him, put his hands on his shoulders, and told him shortly: "But you can only play for a while, you will get cold."

"Oh." Mencius grabbed the two chains hanging by his side.

The chain is the coolest place, and Meng Ziqin flinched as soon as he touched it.

The iron chains wrapped in ice can even make your fingertips ache from the cold.

"Forget it," Zhou Qiu took his hand, pulled it over and rubbed it a few times, "I don't want to play anymore, let's do something else."

"Then...alright." Meng Ziqin stood up from the swing, and Zhou Qiu helped his waist to stabilize him.

When ordering a restaurant, Zhou Qiu deliberately chose a restaurant that was close to the handicraft workshop, so they didn't have to go there by car.

The two walked side by side for a few steps before Mencius pulled Zhou Qiu.

"what happened?"

Meng Ziqin let go of his hand, and took a step forward to gather Zhou Qiu's collar.

He was wearing a turtleneck sweater today, but the zipper of the down jacket was not finished.

This is... mind you.

Meng Ziqin took off the scarf around his neck and wrapped it around Zhou Qiu.

When he did this, he was not ashamed, he had never tried this kind of caring for the other party.

But this task made Meng Ziqin understand that when falling in love, the care should be mutual.

Zhou Qiu watched Meng Ziqin help him wrap up the scarf, straightened his collar again, and asked, "Give me back the scarf, you will be cold."

He has selfish intentions, and he can refuse when Meng Ziqin takes off the scarf, but he is very greedy for the temperature on Meng Ziqin's body.

This scarf was the one that Zhou Qiu had given to Meng Ziqin in the lobby of the hotel when they reunited in France, and it came back after a round trip.

"I'm not cold, isn't it coming soon? You're wearing too little." Meng Ziqin didn't dare to look at him, and at the same time was afraid that he would refuse.

This was the first time he did such a thing. Although he knew that Zhou Qiu was doing it for his own good, he hoped that Zhou Qiu would accept it.

Zhou Qiu looked at Meng Ziqin silently for a while, as if he understood what he was thinking, "Well, it's not far away, hurry up."

In about ten minutes, they entered the restaurant.

The place that Zhou Qiu chose was an ordinary Chinese restaurant, which had nothing to do with the high-end French cuisine Mencius had imagined.

"Don't you like Western food very much? It's all Western food these days. This time I'll bring you to eat Chinese food."

This time, Mencius Qin really learned it. Before Zhou Qiu sat down, he ran over to open the chair for him, asked his opinion every time he ordered a dish, and finally asked him to ask for plain water instead of lemonade, because Zhou Qiu didn’t like it that much. .

Zhou Qiu looked at Meng Ziqin who was sitting opposite him with deep eyes.

The matter of lemonade left a deep impression on him.

In the past, Meng Ziqin would often watch Zhou Qiu play, but most of the time it was because he had to wait for him to go home after school.

Once he called Zhou Qiu to ask him when he could leave. Zhou Qiu was already running on the basketball court, panting for breath.

"Bring me a bottle of water when you come."

He hung up the phone without answering his question.

Meng Ziqin made a "cut", and finally went to the supermarket, because he just picked up a bottle of lemonade that was on sale at the door.

There was a lot of people on the playground, and a large group of people surrounded the basketball court. Meng Ziqin searched around a few times before he saw where Zhou Qiu was.

There were especially many girls, shouting loudly one by one following the rhythm on the court, almost all of them were Zhou Qiu's name.

Zhou Qiu was handsome, had good grades, and was especially famous in school. Mencius knew this very well.

He looked at the water in his hand, thinking that with so many girls, are you afraid that you won't be able to find water to drink?He also specifically told him to buy a bottle and bring it with him.

It was crowded and couldn't get in, and it was still difficult to find someone, so Meng Ziqin planned to leave.

Just as he was turning around, he suddenly heard someone calling him, "Meng Ziqin?"

Meng Ziqin turned around and saw a girl in a white dress. This person was the manager of Zhou Qiu's team, but Meng Ziqin didn't remember the name.

"It's me, what's wrong?"

"Come to see Zhou Qiu play? I'll take you there." The girl waved to him after speaking.

Meng Ziqin thought for a while, but still followed.

The treatment of the team manager is different. As soon as the girl walks over, the people next to her make way for her, and even bringing Meng Ziqin is much easier.

The score gap on the field is huge, and there is almost no suspense in winning this game.

Zhou Qiu is still the most dazzling one on the field, not only because of his outstanding appearance and figure, but also because of his strength.

But Meng Ziqin was not interested in watching it. What is the point of a game where one person crushes the whole process?

He sat on the stool where Zhou Qiu put his clothes, held his coat in his arms, and turned the bottle in his hand once and for all.

The referee blew the whistle, and Zhou Qiu and the others won. The group of people didn't look very happy, but the other side was more obviously depressed.

After Zhou Qiu and his teammates clapped their hands, they walked down the court, and they immediately saw Meng Ziqin sitting in his seat playing with his mobile phone, and his eyes softened unconsciously.

"Drink water?" Zhou Qiu kept looking at Meng Ziqin, not noticing the team manager who came over.

"Ah, no need, I asked Meng Ziqin to take it." Zhou Qiu refused, and the girl's face immediately showed a frustrated expression.

Her thoughts are clearly revealed, but it's a pity that Zhou Qiu doesn't like her.

Zhou Qiu likes boys.

The boy Zhou Qiu likes is Meng Ziqin.

This is his own secret.

"When did you come here?" Zhou Qiu walked over and took the water from Meng Ziqin's hand.

Mencius held it loosely, and when Zhou Qiu pulled it away, he couldn't hold it firmly. The bottle spun half a circle in the air, and Zhou Qiu stretched out his arm to hook it back.

"Lemon one?" Zhou Qiu glanced at it, still a little surprised.He thought that Meng Ziqin didn't have the patience to help him choose a flavor.

"Yes, don't you like it?" Meng Ziqin asked, and two earphone cables hung out and disappeared into the pockets of his jacket.

"I don't like it very much."

The lemon tasted sour, and Zhou Qiu never took the initiative to buy it, but Mencius bought it, which was another matter.

So even though he said so, he unscrewed the bottle cap a few times with his hands, raised his head and drank.

Just after strenuous exercise on the field, it was just when he was thirsty. Zhou Qiu was still out of breath after the end of the field, and drank water heavily, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his breath was very rough.

Meng Ziqin rolled his eyes and muttered softly, "You have to drink it if you don't like it."

Zhou Qiu drank happily and kept teasing Meng Ziqin on the way home.

It was only that one time, but Meng Ziqin didn't expect to remember it.

One lunch, Meng Ziqin was not finished pouring tea and water for Zhou Qiu. As soon as he raised his head, Meng Ziqin handed over the napkin, moved his chopsticks, and the food he wanted to eat arrived in his bowl.

Zhou Qiu finished the meal full of doubts. On the return journey, he couldn't help shaking Meng Ziqin's hand, and asked him in a low voice, "What's wrong with you?"

Meng Ziqin raised his eyebrows first, then shook off Zhou Qiu's hand after realizing it, "I didn't!"

There's none?

To be honest, Zhou Qiu didn't quite believe it...

Meng Ziqin: Do you think he believed it?

Handbook: Judging by the expression, the situation is a bit complicated.

Meng Ziqin: It seems to be my fault, if he treats him well, he will be suspected.

Handbook: I feel sorry for the actor, you scumbag.

Mencius Qin: You can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately!

Meng Ziqin silently found Zhou Qiu's hand, and gently shook it back.

His small movements were quickly felt by Zhou Qiu. Zhou Qiu looked out of the window, but his hand was embedded in Meng Ziqin's five fingers.

After resting for a while at noon, Zhang Jiayi told them that they will start practicing court dance steps from today, and at the end of this stop, they will hold a dance party.

As soon as the news was announced, the girls had surprise expressions on their faces.

Meng Ziqin didn't feel anything at first, but suddenly thought that he and Zhou Qiu were both men, so what should they do when they dance? !

Zhang Jiayi specifically explained the problem: "Brother Meng and Brother Chou are a group, I need to trouble one of them to learn how to walk."

Meng Ziqin's face turned pale in an instant, and he was about to say no subconsciously. Naihe still had a task of caring about Zhou Qiu.

Man, it really will affect the speed of my sword drawing!

Mencius looked Zhou Qiu up and down, and came to the conclusion that if Zhou Qiu danced, he would not be able to bear to look directly at him.

"Dancing girls, would you like to?" Zhou Qiu looked at him, asking for his opinion very seriously.

"I……"

"Don't be embarrassed, if you don't like it, then I will go." Zhou Qiu said with a calm expression.

Meng Ziqin was moved in his heart.

Zhou Qiu is always like this, he puts his thoughts first in everything, and can consider all problems for him.

Why can't he?

"I can, I'll go." It's just a female step when dancing.And relatively speaking, his body is softer.

"It's really nothing." Seeing that Zhou Qiu still had a worried expression on his face, Meng Ziqin said something reassuring, and he finally looked better.

In the afternoon there were some simple small activities, one of which was pruning the flower branches in the garden. Mencius was stabbed even though he was wearing gloves, which made Zhou Qiu feel so distressed. He pulled him into the room and carefully applied the medicine. of.

Meng Ziqin felt that after having Zhou Qiu, he was spoiled.

Or, in fact, he has always been spoiled by Zhou Qiu, but he never knew it before.

When Zhou Qiu took his wrist to apply medicine to him, Mencius asked him, "When did you start liking me?"

In fact, it is a little difficult to ask this question. In the past, Meng Ziqin would have thought that this person was overconfident.

But he really wants to know now.

How many years, how long has Zhou Qiu kept this secret?

The cold ointment was spread on his hands, and the cotton swab held by Zhou Qiu visibly stopped.

Then he chuckled, "What do you think?"

"I guess... sophomore and senior year?" Meng Ziqin's face became hot after he finished speaking.

Where did you say that?

Unexpectedly, Zhou Qiu nodded, "I don't know, if I have to say it, it might be about that time."

As a young boy, he grows up and exudes an attractive light in his own world without knowing it.

Meng Ziqin was also very popular when he was in high school, but he was the type who spoke little and was very cold, and he could piss people off by saying a word with difficulty, so most of the girls liked him silently.

The relationship between him and Zhou Qiu was no secret in high school. Everyone knew that they were neighbors. When Zhou Qiu introduced Meng Ziqin, he would often say that he was my younger brother.

Although Meng Ziqin did not admit it most of the time.

"Okay, I treated you like a neighbor's big brother, but you fell asleep..." Meng Ziqin felt something was wrong in the middle of speaking, and stopped talking.

"What do you think of me?" Zhou Qiu threw away the dirty cotton swab and sat down on Meng Ziqin, with a provocative and dangerous tone, "What are you sleeping on?"

As long as they enter the room, they usually find various reasons to cover the camera and turn off the microphone, and this time is no exception.

Because no one can guarantee that they can bear it and not do anything.

"No, it's nothing. Is the medicine finished? Let's go out when it's finished. Um, Zhou Qiu!" Before Meng Ziqin could stand up, he was dragged onto Zhou Qiu's body, unsteadily fell into his arms, and separated his feet. sit on his lap.

Zhou Qiu held his waist with one hand, pressed his head with the other and kissed him.

"what is it call?"

Licked teeth.

"Who am I?"

I tasted the tip of my tongue.

"What do you want to do to me?"

Deep at the root of the tongue...

"Brother, brother..."

Mencius Qin couldn't stand the toss, and finally had to lose his power and humiliate the country.

In the evening, the teacher who taught them to dance came, a man and a woman, corresponding to training men's steps and women's steps.

Both sides are in different dance studios.

The female teacher is named Lisa, and the male teacher is Tom.

Lisa didn't show any surprise when she saw Meng Ziqin entered the dance practice room with two girls, but said to him with great appreciation: "I feel that you are in good physical condition, and you should look good when you dance out."

It wasn't until Lisa started teaching them how to dance seriously that Meng Ziqin realized that his worries were completely unnecessary.

There is no difference in art whether it is a girl jumping a man's step or a boy jumping a woman's step.

The main focus of European court dance is etiquette, which has strict requirements on dance steps, postures and ritual procedures.

Meng Ziqin looked at Lisa talking endlessly, his head grew big, and he felt sorry for those noble ladies in the West for a moment.

Meng Ziqin: Sure enough, rich people also have troubles of rich people.

Handbook: Don't disturb me, I'm adding knowledge.

Meng Ziqin: ...

Meng Ziqin: That's great, I'm afraid I won't be able to remember it, so you should remember it more, and I'll be distracted first.

manual:……

If you want to talk about why Meng Ziqin did not get good grades in the past, most of them came from this.

Unexpectedly, just after Lisa finished speaking, there was a random question. Among the three, there were two girls, and Meng Ziqin was the most conspicuous.

"Let's talk about this question. As I said just now, you don't need a demonstration, you can answer it verbally." Lisa is a young woman, but it is said that she is very good at training court etiquette, and many actors learn from her. Only then did his training come to the screen.

Mencius panicked, but fortunately the manual said that the supplementary knowledge was not fake, and gave him a timely reminder.

Lisa glanced at Meng Ziqin and didn't make things difficult for him anymore.

During the break, Meng Ziqin was going to visit Zhou Chou, but Lisa stopped him just as he grabbed the doorknob. She smiled and asked, "Did you just wander off?"

Meng Ziqin was embarrassed to answer.

"I can see how many students I have taken care of."

Having said that, it is not good for Meng Ziqin not to admit it, so he quickly admits his mistake and promises to listen well next time.

Lisa didn't mean to blame him, but said: "Zhou Qiu and I mentioned you before, I know you."

Meng Ziqin was a little confused: "Do you know Zhou Qiu?"

"That's right, when Zhou Qiu was performing abroad, we were colleagues for a while, and I even pursued him."

Lisa talked about these things without any concealment, "Did I scare you? I'm a Chinese-English mixed race, and I grew up a lot abroad, maybe a little... direct?"

Meng Ziqin said, "It didn't scare me."

Most people call Zhou Qiu by Brother Qiu, but to show respect, only Lisa directly called Zhou Qiu by his full name.

Sure enough, there was some overlap, because of the intimacy of the names, Meng Ziqin rarely felt a little jealous.

"Are you going to find him?" Lisa asked again, "Shall we go there together?"

Meng Ziqin wanted to shake his head, Lisa must have gone to find Zhou Qiu to reminisce about the old days, what was he going to do?

But the manual reminded him of today's task, and he should indeed go there now.

"it is good."

Lisa walked in front of Meng Ziqin. As soon as she opened the door, the eyes of several people in the dance studio followed.

Zhou Qiu saw Lisa first, and went up to greet her, who knew that she immediately came to hug her.

Even during the time when they were friends and had the best relationship, Lisa respected their Chinese conservative tradition and never greeted him in this way.

As soon as Zhou Qiu raised his eyes, he saw Meng Ziqin standing by the door.

Meng Ziqin had a cold face. Even though his natural appearance made him not look very fierce, Zhou Qiu knew that his little friend was angry.

Zhou Qiu quickly let go of Lisa's embrace, and as soon as he walked over, Meng Ziqin turned and left.

That's right, Mencius Qin was angry, not only angry, but also full of anger, cursing in his heart: Zhou Qiu, bastard!

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