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"Why do you want to go out again?"

Xu Ziyou hugged Jiang Xiannian's arm and refused to let go: "It's because my socks are too smelly or I'm snoring too loudly. Huh, Xiannian, don't go!"

Seeing this, Jiang Xiannian lowered his head and patted his head. Xu Ziyou immediately jumped back three times on guard, hugged his head and protested bitterly:

"No, I won't grow taller!"

Jiang Xiannian smiled lightly.

The afternoon sun spilled in along the balcony windows, slanting on Jiang Xiannian's face.

Time seemed to be paused, and the fine dust floating in the air was faintly visible.

The smile on the corner of Jiang Xiannian's mouth makes people think of a newborn who is not stained with any blemishes and is full of infinite curiosity about the world, clean, beautiful and full of expectations.

Xu Ziyou was dumbfounded, stared at his face for a while, shook his head and showed a clear expression: "Look at your 'melting wind and snow' smile, and look at your forced smile a few days ago, this is a reconciliation Right, go, go, go find your boyfriend."

Jiang Xiannian raised his hand suspiciously and touched his face.

Have it?

During the two months when he had no good contact with Ji Baicen, he also ate on time, worked hard, studied and chatted with friends.

Other than having a hard time falling asleep at night, I don't feel any different about myself.

"Sure enough, I can't help my father..."

Xu Ziyou sighed exaggeratedly, and wanted to say something more, but was carried aside by Shen Xingwang who had just returned from physical education class.

The latter glanced at the seasonal clothes in his hand, glanced at his cheeks, and nodded slightly at him after a while.

Jiang Xiannian nodded and left the dormitory.

He returned to Ji Baicen's residence.

Neither of them mentioned the awkwardness of the past few months, nor did they talk about the problem that caused it all.

The details of getting along seem to be the same as before he joined the group, except that the two will have an extra sport at night that they haven't had before.Occasionally, when Jiang Xiannian was distracted, he would use his lips to trace Ji Baicen's eyebrows, and at the same time wonder why he would ask that question, and what answer he wanted to hear.

It's a pity that he is like a flat boat, engulfed by huge waves and constantly tossing, or falling into the sea, or jumping up, he can't help himself at all, and his thoughts often don't last long before they are dissipated with chaotic breathing.

Another half a month passed in a flash.

This morning, Jiang Xiannian woke up from Ji Baicen's arms, and when he opened his eyes, he saw his face close at hand.

The curtains were not opened, only a faint light slipped in quietly.

The two were very close, and they could feel the warmth of each other's breath spraying on their faces from their entangled sniffs.

Jiang Xiannian leaned over and kissed Ji Baicen's pretty lips.

It was soft and tasted like unsweetened pudding.

And with temperature.

I don't know how Ji Baicen felt when he kissed him.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xiannian unconsciously licked his lips.

Ji Baicen, who was watching silently, had dim eyes, inserted his fingers into Jiang Xiannian's thick black hair, clasped the back of his head and waist, and pressed him on the bed again.

By the time it was over, it was already two hours later.

After being hugged by Ji Baicen and coming out of the shower, Jiang Xiannian lay on the bed, so tired that he didn't want to move his fingers, and only used the ups and downs of his breathing to prove that he was still alive.

Ji Baicen turned his face to the side, coughed, and said without momentum: "Who told you to recruit me early in the morning?"

It seemed to be an explanation, but also like a child's guilty muttering in a low voice.

As he spoke, he gently embraced Jiang Xiannian, and put his back against the head of the bed, with his head resting on his shoulder.

He put his hands on Jiang Xiannian's waist and rubbed them gently.

Jiang Xiannian froze for a moment, and the ear that was attached to Ji Baicen's shoulder was slightly red.

After several times, he is still not used to it.

Compared with the physical entanglement with Ji Baicen, the tenderness afterwards made him more at a loss.

But Ji Baicen finally remembered the business, and looked at Jiang Xiannian: "Do you like acting?"

Jiang Xiannian didn't know why he suddenly asked.

He looked over with a little doubt, and happened to meet Bo Cen's serious eyes last season.

Ji Baicen's black pupils reflected his figure.

It was as if he was the only one among thousands of sentient beings, and he could do whatever he wanted.

Being stared at by such eyes that can easily cause illusions, the most real feelings can be blurted out.

"like."

During the two months in the crew, Jiang Xiannian made clear his emotional preference for the identity of an actor.

He likes acting.

I like Concentrated Jia who tries his best to interpret another character in front of the camera.

I like to play on the same stage with my seniors.

Ji Baicen nodded slightly with an expected expression, and asked again:

"Have you signed a contract with a brokerage company?"

Jiang Xiannian shook his head.

Ji Baicen said "hmm": "Okay, I" Uncle...

The voice changed and said, "I'll take you."

Putting more strength on his hands on the bed, Ji Baicen lowered his eyelids, his bottomless and beautiful eyes filled with fighting spirit and "dissatisfaction."

Thinking of passers-by, I couldn't help being angry.

To say that Jiang Xiannian is destined not to be popular?

He wants to make Jiang Xiannian so popular that everyone knows it!

Ok.

what?

Jiang Xian's long and straight eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was a bit of doubt in his clear eyes.

Why would you want to take him by yourself?

Thinking of Ji Baicen's mother and uncle are both leaders in the entertainment industry.

Jiang Xiannian understood.

Perhaps Ji Baicen wanted to prove himself to his family and make a name for himself in their field of expertise.

Inexplicably, he believed that Ji Baicen could do it.

This has nothing to do with whether the person Ji Baicen wants to bring is himself, it is simply his trust in Ji Baicen himself.

Afterwards, Ji Baicen, who used to stay in the studio painting all day after the course ended, suddenly became busy.

Jiang Xiannian often falls asleep without seeing him, and when he wakes up in the morning, there is no body temperature of another person beside him, only the handprint on his waist at night proves Ji Baicen's existence.

"Xiannian, what are you thinking?"

"Why are you out of your mind?"

Pushing away Xu Ziyou's hand shaking in front of his eyes, Jiang Xiannian said calmly, "It's okay."

As he spoke, he habitually sent today's lunch photos to Ji Baicen.

Halfway through the message, Ji Baicen's name was heard from Xu Ziyou's mouth.

"I'll go, isn't the person being confessed to be my male god Ji Baicen?!"

One of the chopsticks in his hand was not stable, and he fell to the table with a crisp "click" sound.

Seeing this, Xu Ziyou grinned and apologized to him in embarrassment, "I'm sorry, Xiannian, I got a little excited, did I scare you with my sudden loud voice?"

Jiang Xiannian pursed his lips, raised his face and subconsciously said, "Can I take a look?"

Xu Ziyou was stunned, and when he came back to his senses, he handed the phone to his face, with a look of eagerness to share the gossip with him: "Huh, I always thought you were not interested in gossip, but gossip is human nature. "

Jiang Xiannian did not speak, but looked down at the words and pictures on the campus confession wall.

[Hi senior, I'm a freshman in the dance academy. My sister likes you very much. I don't know if you like girls. If you don't, can you take a look at me? 】

There are two pictures under the text, one is Ji Baicen from a candid angle, on the dimly lit playground, with a slender figure

The teenager is shooting a basketball in the air.

Muscular and smooth arms, explosive power to fly upwards, a well-defined side face and a straight nose bridge...

Strength and beauty are mixed and reflected in the same person, forming the most colorful stroke on the dark picture scroll.

Behind Ji Baicen, the distant mountains shrouded in thin clouds and the bustling crowd are all reduced to color schemes.

One is a selfie of the confessor.

The boy facing the camera has fair skin and delicate facial features. There is a tear mole at the corner of his eye, and the slightly raised corners of his lips unequivocally show his confidence in being spoiled and grown up. People are like flaming roses in full bloom.

The beauty is very unassuming.