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

The next morning, the cruise ship docked.

Sunlight playfully came in through the gaps in the curtains, and lightly fell on Cen Xiao's face.

Even with his eyes closed, Cen Xiao could still feel the light.

He slightly opened his eyelids, and after a moment of relief, he finally remembered what happened last night.

Fu Zhun seemed to ask him if he was jealous.

and then?

Then, before Cen Xiao could answer, he was interrupted by the big brother of the netizen on the phone: "What the hell? Are you two men?!"

Cen Xiao: "..."

Fu Zhun: "..."

All the way thereafter, the elder brother was cursing and cursing.

Although the scolding never stopped, he still brought the surviving Fu Zhun to clear the game, muttering, "Just treat me as a good friend..."

Before quitting, the eldest brother of the netizen sighed irritably, and said viciously: "Brother, I delivered your boyfriend to you. I wish you two a happy relationship for a hundred years. Don't harm our innocent straight man through the screen again!"

Fu Zhun: "...Okay."

Cen Xiao regained his thoughts, managed to gather himself together, shook off the arm that was on his waist, and got up to wash up by himself.

After washing up, Fu Zhun didn't get up.

Cen Xiao glanced at him, didn't bother to call him, and left the room.

All day long, he was groggy.

Until I went to the school dormitory at night, I could vividly remember what happened last night.

Fu Zhun's words seemed to wake Cen Xiao up, and Cen Xiao finally found a suitable word to describe his feelings——

jealous.

He never thought the word would happen to him.

There is an indescribable sense of shame for having such strange emotions towards a boy.

Probably because Fu Zhun made fun of him last night, when Cen Xiao came to the dormitory, the first thing he wanted to do was to take back the birthday present he bought for Fu Zhun.

He put the Hello Kitty Polaroid on Fu Zhun's bedside before school on weekends.

Before, I always thought that Fu Zhun was greedy for this, and even Pin Xixi kept chopping.

Thinking about it now, how could his handsome little Fu be so rare about this kind of thing?

So when Cen Xiao came to the dormitory, he didn't think too much, and reached out to reach Fu Zhun's bed.

As a result, the box was not within reach, but the hand was pressed against the side of the bed by a warm touch.

The voice of the owner of the bed came leisurely: "Why are you touching me?"

Cen Xiao: "..."

"Where are my things?" Cen Xiao immediately withdrew his hand, and slapped him backhand by the way.

Fu Zhun propped his head up lazily with a face that was not full of sleep: "Your?"

He glanced lightly at Cen Xiao, took the gift box out of the bed, and pointedly said: "When you get on my bed, it's mine."

"Xiao Fu always likes this?" Cen Xiao knocked on the edge of the bed, frowning slightly: "Give it back to me."

"No, it's mine." Fu Zhun sat up and took out the Polaroid, shaking it with Cen Xiao as if showing off his might.

Cen Xiao also didn't understand what he had to show off.

Seeing that Fu Zhun looked like a robber, he didn't expect to get the things back from this man, so he could only say: "You don't think it's worth it."

Hearing the sound, Fu Zhun was silent, and suddenly waved to him: "Come here."

"What are you doing?" Cen Xiao, who had already turned around, turned back again.

The moment he turned his head, Fu Zhun on the upper bunk suddenly pressed the Polaroid shutter.

Cen Xiao was stunned for a moment, watching the photos slowly print out, a little dumbfounded.

Before he could open his mouth, Fu Zhun had already shaken the photo, raised his eyebrows and whistled, "It has increased in value."

Cen Xiao: "..."

Too lazy to talk to him, Cen Xiao turned around and said nothing.

Immediately afterwards, he heard Fu Zhun behind him speak again——

"Thank you brother for the gift."

"I love so much."

……

Cen Xiao originally thought he was just being polite.

As a result, this person's likes are all on the bright side.

From that day on, this Hello Kitty Polaroid has been placed on Fu Zhun's desk.

Fu Zhun, who was usually too lazy to talk to Qian Zhaoyang, took the initiative to stop Qian Zhaoyang who was passing by this time: "Come here."

"What's the matter, Brother Yan?" Qian Zhaoyang scratched his head.

"Look at this." Fu Zhun patted Hello Kitty on the head and said leisurely, "Isn't it very cute?"

Qian Zhaoyang: "..."

"Cute, cute." How dare Qian Zhaoyang say that he is not cute.

Just when Cen Xiao came back after pouring the water, he saw Fu Zhun holding Qian Zhaoyang to show off the Polaroid when he walked to the desk.

When Qian Zhaoyang saw him, he frantically winked at Cen Xiao as if seeing a savior.

It seemed that if he didn't save him, he might be praised by Fu Zhun in an 800-word essay praising Hello Kitty.

Cen Xiao fell silent and kicked Fu Zhun's chair, "Rang Rang, I want to go in."

Taking advantage of Fu Zhun's distraction, Qian Zhaoyang seized the opportunity and slipped away without looking back.

After Cen Xiao sat down, seeing the thing on the table, he couldn't help but slap Fu Zhun: "Take it."

"No." Fu Zhun shook his head righteously.

"If you don't take it back, Teacher Xu will take it for you." Cen Xiao kicked his stool again, reminding him impatiently.

With what he said, Fu Zhun was honest.

He put the Polaroid back into the box, stuffed it into the back of the table, and complained: "It's hard for me to accept a birthday present."

"I also gave you a present at your birthday party." Cen Xiao said angrily, "It's much more useful than this."

"Are you talking about the tea set?" Fu Zhun pulled the corners of his mouth far-fetchedly: "Thank you, my grandpa likes it very much."

Cen Xiao: "..."

The tea set was prepared by Meng Zhen, strictly speaking it was not a gift from Cen Xiao.

He was silent, not embarrassed to say anything more, but just pushed the homework to Fu Zhun and asked him to copy it quickly, so as to soothe his young heart.

The two were silent, when the official bell for the morning reading class rang, which eased the embarrassment of being speechless.

The English teacher walked in on high heels: "Everyone be quiet, there is something important."

She put the book on the podium: "The English Culture Festival is coming soon, and everyone knows that this is a tradition in our school."

"Each class will have a program related to English. Wenxi, you are our class representative. You can discuss with the cultural and entertainment committee members and find a few students to prepare a program together."

Wenxi nodded: "OK."

Xu Zhiyao, who happened to be sitting in front of Cen Xiao, was a cultural and entertainment committee member. When get out of class was over, Wen Xi walked over to Xu Zhiyao to discuss the program plan for the English festival.

They were noisy in the front row, while Fu Zhun quietly made up homework in the back.

From time to time, Cen Xiao would give him an answer: "ACCB...not this article, where did you copy it?"

"That's it, it's more conspicuous after changing it." Fu Zhun waved his hand indifferently: "What about the next one?"

The table in front of them was discussing in full swing, which formed a stark contrast to the two of them.

"Singing? Wouldn't it be enough to sing an English song?" Xu Zhiyao immediately took out his hidden cell phone and started searching: "What twinkletwinklelittlestar, don't be too simple!"

Wenxi sighed: "Is singing too boring? There must be several classes singing, if our art class also sings..."

"Then we will sing and dance together!" He Yipeng slammed the table.

"What's the difference?" Xu Zhiyao looked at him inexplicably, "Speaking bluntly, isn't it singing? It's different if you add someone to jump?"

Being blocked by him, He Yipeng also fainted.

Several people rambled in front of them for a long time but found nothing.

Cen Xiao and Fu Zhun did not participate in this topic from beginning to end.

In the limited time between classes, Fu Zhun finally finished his homework.

Cen Xiao put away his homework, got up and handed it to the class representative.

He probably attracted attention when he stood up. When he came back, the people in front of him who were discussing just now suddenly looked at him in unison.

Cen Xiao stopped walking, "What's wrong?"

"Brother Xiao," Xu Zhiyao chuckled, rubbed his hands together, and said expectantly, "You're so pretty and smooth, don't you think about going on stage?"

"What you said," He Yipeng immediately punched him, "He has been on stage more than you have eaten."

Cen Xiao: "..."

"What do you mean?" Cen Xiao suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Fortunately, Wenxi was reliable, and explained to him in a serious manner: "The English Festival, we just thought about putting on an English stage play. It just so happens that you are studying acting again, so..."

Needless to say, Cen Xiao knew what they wanted to say.

However, before he could reply, Fu Zhun suddenly said, "Our brother's appearance fee is not cheap."

As soon as the words fell, Cen Xiao kicked his stool to tell him to shut up.

Fu Zhun's stool was kicked to the wrong side, and after moving it back, he whispered reluctantly: "Where did you get the time to rehearse the stage play, don't you want to sacrifice the rest time?"

"It's only a few days." Cen Xiao was quite calm. In junior high school, it was common to make up lessons while filming.

In addition, Wenxi also helped him a lot in the study group before, so he was too embarrassed to refuse.

So Cen Xiao looked up at Wen Xi who was standing beside him: "What script are you playing?"

"This..." Wenxi smiled awkwardly: "We just suddenly thought that we could act in a stage play, and we haven't thought up the script yet. If you agree, we will write it right away."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Xu Zhiyao nodded frantically, "I'll do it! Make sure that our script will stand out in the whole school, and make the participating students popular in the whole school!"

"Okay." Cen Xiao nodded, automatically ignoring Xu Zhiyao's nonsense, "Just give it to me when the time comes."

With Cen Xiao joining, this stage play seems to have its own halo.

Xu Zhiyao really did not disappoint everyone, he really wrote a script that shocked the world and wept ghosts and gods.

The sand sculpture script was circulated in the class, and it was three days before it was passed to Fu Zhun.

Under the hilarious laughter of the group next to him, Fu Zhun accepted the transmitted script in an unbelievable way.

When he saw the words on the cover, he squinted his eyes, with the expression of an old man looking at his mobile phone, and read: "Snow White..."

"Huh?" Cen Xiao thought the script was over, nodded, and said with no surprise: "This script is really easier to act."

As a result, Fu Zhun read out the following words again——

"With his seven male guests."

Cen Xiao: "?"

After finishing the reading, Fu Zhun also fell silent.

For a long time, they both looked at Xu Zhiyao, whose back was stiff in front of him.

"Xu Zhiyao." Fu Zhun patted the back of his head with the script, "What are you writing about?"

"Brother dragging..." Xu Zhiyao turned around with a sneer, and argued, "This script is so innovative!"

"A fairytale version of a blind date?" Fu Zhun looked at him with a half-smile, flipping through the script casually: "It's so innovative."

He wrote the Chinese version, and Wenxi had to translate the English version.

Looking at Wenxi's dejected look now, he knew what the hell Xu Zhiyao wrote.

Cen Xiao leaned over to take a look at the content of the script: "Who am I playing?"

"Of course you play the role of a prince." Before Fu Zhun could answer, Xu Zhiyao answered naturally: "The prince who is hiding among the male guests will attend at all costs to chase after Snow White..."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Zhun had roughly scanned the three-page script. After capturing a few key words, he even drew a few lines with a red pen.

He shot the script directly: "Go and change it."

"Ah?" Xu Zhiyao took down the script on his face, and said in a daze, "Where should I change it?"

"Everything drawn with the red pen has been changed." Fu Zhun frowned and looked at him: "What was written? Is this something high school students do?"

While talking, Fu Zhun snatched the script back again, turned to a certain page and read out: "Why are you hugging each other tightly, why did you put on a crystal slipper for the princess? Not only did you go to the wrong set, you also Do you want to talk to Tiger Chen?"

"Brother Yan, you may not know..." Xu Zhiyao shrank his neck, took a peek at Fu Zhun, and said angrily, "This is called innovation. What's the point of just being Snow White? It's boring! The role of a new princess who belongs to our seventeenth class."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Zhun seemed to have suddenly discovered a blind spot. He closed the script and slapped it on the table, asking with a sullen face, "Who will play the princess?"

I don't know if it's because his aura is too strong or what, but with a "snap", the surroundings instantly quiet down.

Cen Xiao glanced at him, but said nothing.

Xu Zhiyao in front shrank his neck: "It's not decided yet, I'm picking a heroine."

After a short pause, he asked Cen Xiao for help with his eyes, and explained to Fu Zhun: "Now we have several candidates, Wenxi, Feng Shi, and..."

Every time he came up with a name, Fu Zhun's face darkened.

At the end, Fu Zhun suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth, as if mocking: "That's it?"

"Actually... there are quite a few beautiful girls in our class." Xu Zhiyao laughed dryly, scratched his head, and threw the hot potato to Cen Xiao: "Why don't you choose Brother Xiao? As an actor, you should be able to choose people... "

"I can do it." Cen Xiao, who had been silent by the side, suddenly turned his head, and his eyes flicked across Fu Zhun's side face.

Then he took it back, put it on the book on the table, and said casually, "Why don't you come?"

Hearing this, Fu Zhun snorted coldly, and directly refused as if losing his temper: "You can say whatever you want, and I'm going to pick a fart."

Seeing that Fu Zhun didn't understand what he meant, Cen Xiao secretly raised the corners of his lips, coughed twice, and said in a dignified manner: "What I meant just now was, otherwise you..."

"Oh shit, I suddenly have a good idea!" Xu Zhiyao at the side had a flash of inspiration, collided with Cen Xiao's thoughts, and sparked a new spark: "Or else the princess will be reversed!"

Fu Zhun's face froze: "What?"

"Think about it," Xu Zhiyao knocked on the table excitedly, his eyes widened: "There are quite a few handsome men in our class, and if you put on a whole set of maid outfits, Lolita, this princess will speak without saying a word." Already won!"

Fu Zhun: "..."

Hearing that it was "handsome" and "princess" again, and that he had to wear a fucking skirt, Fu Zhun subconsciously leaned back.

His mouth was also closed tightly, and he didn't say anything, as if he was about to lower his sense of existence.

He Yipeng in front gave an "ouch" in disgust, and finally couldn't help joining the topic: "You can forget it, your broken script and the scene where you wear crystal shoes, let's not talk about whether there are such big crystal shoes, When the time comes, when the princess flicks her skirt, her legs will be hairy, how can you let Cen Xiao do it!"

Cen Xiao: "..."

As soon as they heard the topic of leg hair again, the eyes of the people around them all fell on Cen Xiao.

Feeling the gazes from all directions, Cen Xiao's forehead twitched, and he refused decisively and coldly, "I won't play the princess."

"Then, who else is there?" Xu Zhiyao was also quite worried, "Why don't someone sacrifice their leg hair to play a princess?"

"No way! How can you sacrifice the hair on your legs!" He Yipeng lifted his leg, stepped on the edge of his stool, lifted up his trouser legs, pointed at his hair and said, "This is a symbol of a man! How can you remove hair!"

"Get out! You have fucking hot eyes!" Xu Zhiyao pressed his leg down with a look of disgust.

It just so happened that Wenxi had finished translating the script and was going to come to them to discuss the plan.

When she walked to Cen Xiao's side, she felt a little embarrassed seeing this scene.

After a moment of silence, she said in a low voice, "Actually... maybe it doesn't have to be that big of a sacrifice?"

As soon as the words fell, the eyes of several people around fell on her.

Wenxi was taken aback, shrank back and said in a narrow voice: "Well... as long as there is a boy who is willing to cross-dress, I can help him buy stockings..."

Cen Xiao: "..."

Fu Zhun: "..."

"Fuck, good idea, good idea!" Xu Zhiyao was the first to jump out and agree, and couldn't help suggesting: "Buy white, buy white!"

"What white ones should I buy? Of course I should buy black ones!" He Yipeng was not happy, and directly had a black-and-white debate with Xu Zhiyao.

The two of them were blushing and their necks were thick. This strange topic gradually attracted the attention of the adolescent boys and girls in the class.

Qian Zhaoyang and Ge Yiyuan didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, so they ran over to join their camps and started arguing.

The more people there were, the louder the noise around them became.

Fu Zhun got a headache from the noise, closed his eyes and sighed.

When he opened his eyes, from the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Cen Xiao staring at him.

The eyes mean a lot.

Fu Zhun paused, looked at him for a few seconds, and broke the weird atmosphere with a voice: "What? Our prince brother?"

However, Cen Xiao did not speak.

Undisguisedly, he scanned Fu Zhun up and down, and asked again after a while——

"Act?"

"Our Princess Aya?"

Fu Zhun: "..."