I'm a black fan, you have to get used to me

During the entire National Day holiday, Cen Xiao was in a trance.

Most of the reason is the mark on my collarbone that looks like a strawberry mark and a dog bite mark.

He thinks about it every time he takes a shower.

As a result, after so many days of thinking, the final conclusion turned out to be——

Nothing but three.

Really goddamn things but three.

Although Cen Xiao didn't understand why he thought this way, he just felt that he could give Fu Zhun two more chances to repent.

Maybe it's because it's rare for me to make friends.

What a touching brotherhood.

It's just that the touching brotherhood is probably also carried in that tooth mark, which has not been restored for seven days.

For the whole week, Cen Xiao could only wear his shirt, and he buttoned it tightly to the top.

Even on the last day of the holiday, when I went to school to clean up the dormitory, it was the same.

Standing in front of the dormitory door, Cen Xiao hesitated for a moment, couldn't help lowering his head, and straightened his collar again.

Afraid of showing any traces.

After confirming that it was correct, he finally pushed open the dormitory door.

Just a few steps away, an unknown object suddenly bumped into his toes.

Cen Xiao glanced down——

It's a familiar sweeping robot.

He froze for a moment, before he could recover, he heard someone's lazy voice from the upper bunk——

"Chopped."

Cen Xiao: "..."

Only then did Cen Xiao take a closer look at the sweeping robot.

The pink color, the round outline has two ears on the edge, and there is a bow on one side.

Obviously Hello Kitty.

——The one that Cen Xiao asked Fu Zhun to chop.

"Am I good?" Fu Zhun poked his head out of the bed, with a vague smile on the corner of his lips.

Although separated by the mosquito net, Cen Xiao still felt that he could see two large characters on his face——

praise me.

"Excellent." Cen Xiao withdrew his gaze, clapped his hands perfunctorily, and looked down at the sweeping robot again: "How many people did you find to hack it?"

Hearing the sound, Fu Zhun suddenly paused, and lay back to play with his phone again.

"What's wrong? I'm sorry to say?" Cen Xiao raised his hand and knocked on the edge of his bed.

Fu Zhun thought to himself, where can I get this crap?

Still have to buy it yourself?

After a moment of silence, he said nonsense: "There are only three, four, five, six, seven or eight people."

Fortunately, Cen Xiao didn't haggle over the price. Fu Zhun really cheated Cen Xiao by half a catty.

Cen Xiao nodded half understanding, "Eight people are fine."

After speaking, he turned around and went to tidy up his closet.

Probably because the atmosphere was a bit condensed, Cen Xiao casually chatted a few words: "Why do you come back so early every time you come back from vacation?"

"Make up homework." Fu Zhun yawned lazily and sat up from the bed.

He came to school in the morning, originally planning to go to the studio to make up for his sketching homework.

As a result, when I came to the dormitory, I was stuck to the bed and slept all afternoon.

Now that Cen Xiao happened to be here, he didn't bother to go to the studio to get a sketchbook, so he simply discussed with Cen Xiao, "Brother She Chang, let's discuss it?"

I don't know why, when Cen Xiao heard that Fu Zhun called his brother and had to discuss matters with him, he felt dizzy.

He subconsciously rubbed his collar, and blurted out: "I don't have any hush money."

Fu Zhun: "..."

"You have money hidden around your neck?" Fu Zhun was amused by him, got off the bed, and put his arm on Cen Xiao's shoulder: "I don't want your money, I just want you to be a model for me for an hour and let me draw a few pictures .”

As he said that, he also waved Cen Xiao's hand that was holding down his collar, grabbed his arm and made a nice gesture for him.

Cen Xiao's collar was well pressed, and Fu Zhun's hand was suddenly slapped down. He had an inexplicable feeling that Fu Zhun was planning to plot something wrong with him.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly thought that some art students wanted to draw nude models.

Startled by his own imagination, Cen Xiao calmed down, and subconsciously replied: "I don't sell my art or my body, you should find someone else."

Fu Zhun: "?"

"Who am I in your eyes?" Fu Zhun felt quite strange: "Is this the dishonest person I am?"

"En." Cen Xiao nodded solemnly.

Fu Zhun: "..."

"Don't make trouble, I'm telling the truth." Fu Zhun frowned: "I didn't bring back my sketch book, and I didn't draw my sketch homework."

"But I'm not a sketchbook." Cen Xiao lacked interest, didn't bother to talk to him, and turned to tidy up the closet again.

However, Fu Zhun was persistent, "Aren't I too lazy to go to the studio? It would be a lot of money to borrow me as a model for an hour."

After finishing speaking, he pointed to the sweeping robot on the ground and started to play emotional cards: "Do you know how many people I begged to kill him? The face of our school bully is all embarrassing."

"Don't do to others what you don't want to do to yourself." Cen Xiao turned around, frowned and said with a serious face: "Your painting needs to be commented by the teacher, and I don't want to lose face."

It sounded like he was questioning Fu Zhun's level.

Even though Fu Zhun was about to give up, now that he was so excited, he didn't want to give up.

He grabbed Cen Xiao's arm and pushed him aggressively onto the chair.

Cen Xiao was dragged over for no reason, pressed his collar again, and said without thinking, "Stop making trouble."

He pressed his collar so repeatedly, even Fu Zhun, who didn't think much about it before, couldn't help thinking about it now.

After a pause, Fu Zhun looked at his hand pressing his collar, and asked inexplicably, "I didn't ask you to take off your clothes, what are you in a hurry for?"

Cen Xiao: "..."

"Is it difficult to just sit in such a serious manner?" Fu Zhun grabbed Cen Xiao's arm and posed for a better pose: "It's not a difficult movement, is it?"

It was only then that Cen Xiao realized that it was just that he, a layman, was thinking too much just now.

Guiltily looking away, he said with a straight face, "Then draw quickly."

Probably because the process of pure painting is a bit boring, Fu Zhun even chatted with him from time to time.

Cen Xiao, who couldn't move around, could only move his mouth and eyes occasionally.

Cen Xiao looked sideways and caught sight of Fu Zhun's entire box of pencils.

I heard He Yipeng often mention pencils before, saying that his poor drawing must be the fault of pencils, and buying a pencil that costs four or five yuan a piece may be a big deal.

As a result, Xu Zhiyao, his tablemate, always yelled at him: "You can push me down, Brother Yan's pencils are sold wholesale for only a few cents, so why not hang you?"

Thinking of this, Cen Xiao pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked -

"Does it cost money to learn to paint?"

Hearing the sound, Fu Zhun paused at the tip of his pen: "It's okay."

"It's said that art burns money," Cen Xiao asked without changing his expression, "Why do you still choose art?"

"What? Do you think I'm poor?" Fu Zhun raised his eyes, raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly, "The poor can't have sweet dreams?"

"That's not what I meant." Cen Xiao was afraid of hurting his self-esteem, and didn't know how to explain it, so he could only keep silent.

It was Fu Zhun who took the initiative to say a few more words to him: "My mother and my grandfather also paint."

Cen Xiao didn't understand what the definition of "painting" was in his mouth.

But hearing him speak so casually, Cen Xiao subconsciously interpreted it as an ordinary person who barely survived by selling paintings.

So he looked at Fu Zhun with a trace of sympathy in his eyes.

"What about art?" Fu Zhun was quite calm, and his tone was as foolish as ever. "The lower limit is low, but the upper limit is also high."

"Just like your actors, there are ordinary extras who have been around for decades and are still unknown."

"There are also popular movie stars who become famous overnight and make money like drinking water."

"As for our art, there are ordinary painters who are so poor that they can't open the pot, can't sell a painting in three years, and don't even know their last names."

"There are also some painters who have not opened for three years and have been paid astronomical prices for three years."

"What about me?" Fu Zhun looked up at him and raised his eyebrows, "It's just a gamble."

Cen Xiao pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement: "Well, it will be a success if it happens."

Hearing this, Fu Zhun laughed inexplicably.

Just finished drawing a picture, he put the bald pencil into the pencil case, and said leisurely, "Change your posture."

Cen Xiao: "..."

"What?" Cen Xiao's forehead twitched, and the corners of his lips were tense, "What?"

"Have you never taken a photo before?" Fu Zhun got up and grabbed his arm, like a doll, "How do you big stars pose for photos, and now."

Hearing the sound, Cen Xiao was silent for a few seconds before replying slowly: "It's too exaggerated, I don't want to show it off."

I don't know where this sentence hit Fu Zhun's joke, he couldn't stop laughing: "It's easy to draw with exaggerated movements, and it's not easy for me to draw if you are stretched."

It was probably because of Cen Xiao's temperamental appearance that aroused Fu Zhun's deep fatherly love. He actually put his hand on Cen Xiao's head and rubbed it, and added: "Good boy."

As soon as the words fell, the two of them froze for a moment.

A single word seemed like a spell to freeze the air, and the atmosphere suddenly froze.

Fu Zhun looked at Cen Xiao with a stiff face, and with an idea, he added: "Son, listen to Dad."

Cen Xiao: "..."

"Get out." Cen Xiao's originally stiff face turned cold in an instant, he slapped Fu Zhun's hand away and ignored him.

On the contrary, Fu Zhun was inexplicably relieved.

When he finished his sketching homework, it was dark outside.

The two packed up and prepared to take a shower and eat.

There were quite a lot of people who came to school early tonight, and there were several waves of people coming and going in the boys' bathroom.

Cen Xiao was tortured by Fu Zhun all afternoon, and he was so dazed that he lost his energy. When he walked to the door, he realized that he still had tooth marks on his collarbone.

He subconsciously stopped.

Fu Zhun, who was walking beside him, paused, then stopped: "What's wrong?"

Seeing him, Cen Xiao felt a headache for no reason.

Others might not notice it, but if Fu Zhun was beside him, he would definitely see that tooth mark.

Cen Xiao pursed his lips, and casually found an excuse: "I haven't brought something, you go wash it first."

"Meal card?" Fu Zhun took out his own meal card from his pants pocket: "I brought it, together?"

Cen Xiao: "..."

Just don't want to be with you.

"No." Cen Xiao rubbed his forehead, not wanting to explain further: "You go first, I'll go back."

After speaking, he didn't care about Fu Zhun's reaction, he turned and left on his own.

Back in the dormitory, he wanted to see if there was something like a bandage to cover it up, but he found nothing.

After waiting for 15 minutes, Cen Xiao reckoned that Fu Zhun should have finished washing, so he went to the bathroom with his things.

There are more than half of the people in the bathroom now, and the dressing area looks a little deserted.

Cen Xiao turned a blind eye to the empty and clean cabinets, walked through several dressing areas, and chose a rusty cabinet in the farthest corner.

Seeing that there were few people around, he confidently unbuttoned his shirt.

As a result, he had just removed a few pills when his arm was suddenly grabbed by someone.

Unprepared, Cen Xiao followed the man's force and turned around.

In the end, he saw Fu Zhun standing next to him in all his clothes, with a displeased face——

"What are you taking so slowly? Waiting for you for a long time..."

Before the word "ha" could be said, Fu Zhun's eyes suddenly fell on Cen Xiao's neck.

Half of the tooth marks are under the neckline, and half are exposed.

Set off by fair skin and snow-white shirt, it is particularly obvious.

Sensing Fu Zhun's gaze, Cen Xiao subconsciously wanted to button the button back.

But he felt that it was too much to cover up, so he simply remained motionless and changed the subject: "Are you finished washing? Then don't wait for me."

"What are you?" Fu Zhun was not distracted by him, still squinted, and hooked his collar with his fingertips: "Don't tell me it was a mosquito bite."

Cen Xiao thought it was a dog bite.

He patted Fu Zhun's hand away, pushed back the collar, did not answer his words, and said to himself: "Isn't it finished washing? What are you still doing here?"

"Don't change the subject." Fu Zhun seemed to have caught his boyfriend cheating, and his thoughts were extremely clear: "What are you?"

Facing the instigator, Cen Xiao said coldly, as if he was looking at a scumbag who turned his face and refused to recognize anyone, "What do you think?"

"What did I say?" Fu Zhun had an inexplicable feeling that he had been betrayed: "Is there any reason for your puppy love?"

Cen Xiao: "..."

Cen Xiao couldn't explain this.

Instead of letting Fu Zhun know that he did it, it's better to make him feel like he has someone.

After all, the latter seems more normal and reasonable.

Thinking of this, Cen Xiao didn't bother to explain, he took off his shirt and stuffed it into the closet.

The appearance of acquiescing to the fact of puppy love.

He was untying his belt, but Fu Zhun who was beside him suddenly pressed his hand.

Cen Xiao raised his eyes and pulled his hand out of his palm: "What are you doing?"

"What did you tell me during the vacation?" Fu Zhun seemed to be settling accounts after autumn: "You said you were going to take an acting class and couldn't get out."

"What's the problem?" Cen Xiao looked at him coldly.

In the end, Fu Zhun was even colder than him.

He pressed the red marks on Cen Xiao's neck with his fingertips, and his tone seemed to be frozen: "Don't say that this thing is needed for acting class."

Cen Xiao: "..."

Hearing this, Cen Xiao was dumb for a while, and was about to say something, when Fu Zhun continued quietly saying——

"Be careful, I'm also going to change my career to learn acting."

"...?"