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

However, the much-anticipated candidate for the princess has not been finalized for several days.

Because every cell in Fu Zhun's body exuded a breath of resistance.

The people in the class tried their best to trick him into playing the princess.

During the evening self-study class, Xu Zhiyao took out his mobile phone furtively, turned his head and said seriously: "Brother Yan, I'll help you cut Xixi, you will play the princess?"

Cen Xiao: "..."

Cen Xiao glanced at a certain Mr. Fu, but said nothing.

Sure enough, this little Boss Fu raised his eyelids and refused indifferently: "No."

Seeing that this trick was not working, He Yipeng on the side also dispatched.

He turned around and quietly pushed the phone in front of Fu Zhun: "Brother Yan, look at this basketball. It has the autograph of the star you like. As long as you act, we will get it for you."

However, Boss Xiao Fu still snorted lightly, and said arrogantly: "No."

A look of not getting into oil and salt.

This happened several times, and Xu Zhiyao and He Yipeng didn't know what to do.

They turned their eyes to Cen Xiao for help.

Probably because his gaze was too hot, Cen Xiao wanted to pretend he didn't see it, but he couldn't bear it.

He sighed, coughed lightly, and winked at Xu Zhiyao and the others, signaling them not to put pressure on them.

After receiving the signal, the two of them nodded, shook the mess out with peace of mind, sang and changed the topic and said, "Hey, I heard that the two sets of custom-made costumes have arrived in the security room. Go and get them."

"Ah? Oh, let's go! I want to see if it's black silk or white silk!" He Yipeng got up quickly after reacting, and walked away with Xu Zhiyao hooked on his shoulders.

Seeing the person leave, Cen Xiao kicked Fu Zhun's stool slightly, and said in a roundabout way: "Playing games?"

Hearing that Cen Xiao also spoke, Fu Zhun turned his head and looked at him with indifferent eyes: "Are you also here to deceive me?"

"No." Cen Xiao glanced sideways out of the window, seeing that there was no teacher patrolling, he generously took out his phone to show him: "I've cleared that game, so I can take you with me."

After a short pause, he added: "There's no need to find someone else."

However, this time, Fu Zhun seemed to be biting his teeth and refused to let go. He didn't listen to anything: "No, rubbish game, I can pass the level by myself."

Cen Xiao: "..."

"Then..." Cen Xiao was silent, but decided to say directly: "What do you want?"

These words finally managed to attract Fu Zhun's attention.

He was finally willing to look Cen Xiao squarely in the eye.

Lifting his eyelids, Fu Zhun's gaze fell directly on Cen Xiao's eyes: "Anything is fine?"

"You speak first." Cen Xiao wasn't sure what shocking words his brain circuit would say, so he could only reply conservatively: "Let's see if I can do it."

"It can be done." Fu Zhun said without hesitation, "I want to play the prince."

Cen Xiao: "?"

Cen Xiao paused, and suddenly had a bad feeling: "Then who will play the princess?"

Sure enough, he seemed to have fallen into a trap, and Fu Zhun blurted out immediately after hearing his question: "You."

Cen Xiao: "..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cen Xiao's expression darkened, "I don't want it."

"Look," Fu Zhun spread his hands, with an innocent expression on his face, and looked a little aggrieved, "You don't want to act yourself, so you just know how to pluck the hair off my head."

Blocked by him, he had nothing to say, Cen Xiao felt guilty for a long time before he managed to say: "I don't know how to talk like girls."

"You that day..." Cen Xiao paused, recalling that when Fu Zhun was playing games that day, he was talking like a girl. After hesitating for a long time, he reluctantly said in a low voice: "The voice of a girl is pretty nice."

Fu Zhun: "..."

Dazed for a while, Fu Zhun was quiet for a while, then suddenly leaned forward, leaned into Cen Xiao's ear, and whispered something in a girlish voice——

"Is that right?"

"Brother likes it?"

Cen Xiao: "..."

Fu Zhun's breath sprayed out with the sound of air, and it fell on his ears like being swept by a feather.

Cen Xiao's ears felt hot, and he pushed him away with red ears: "I don't like it."

"Really?" Fu Zhun didn't seem to have played enough, he would play non-stop when he found a talent skill.

He plucked Cen Xiao's earlobe with his fingertips, and laughed: "Brother, your ears are red."

An itchy feeling spread from the earlobe to the brain, Cen Xiao immediately leaned back to distance himself from him, raised his foot to kick his stool away, and said angrily, "Get out."

Seeing him like this, Fu Zhun bent his lips and finally returned to normal.

With a light "tsk", he shook his head and said, "It's a pity."

However, Cen Xiao, who was in a state of embarrassment, still refused to talk to him.

Fu Zhun raised his eyebrows, put on a very regretful look, and pointed out: "At first, I thought, if our brother likes it, I can consider risking my life to accompany the gentleman and play some kind of princess for fun..."

"It turned out that you didn't like it." Fu Zhun sighed, and said pretendingly: "That's still..."

Before he finished speaking, Xu Zhiyao and He Yipeng came back with several bags of costumes.

The faces of these two people looked like they were going to celebrate the New Year, and they looked extremely excited.

They didn't notice the delicate atmosphere between Fu Zhun and Cen Xiao, they just focused on greeting other students in the class: "Come on, come on everyone! There is a prize quiz, black or white?!"

Cen Xiao: "..."

Fu Zhun: "..."

"I guess it's black!" He Yipeng raised his chin, "It's definitely black."

"Then I'm in vain." Xu Zhiyao put the courier on the table and began to tear the package.

Fu Zhun at the back table took a peek at Cen Xiao, "What do you think?"

"What do I guess?" Cen Xiao hadn't recovered from the energy just now, and his tone was extremely aggressive: "I don't wear it."

"Hey, brother is angry?" Fu Zhun didn't understand why Cen Xiao was so rigid and acted like he didn't want to talk to him.

He could only put his head on the table, and leaned in front of Cen Xiao to look at him: "I'm so relieved, you said something nice, didn't I agree as soon as I was happy? Why are you so dumb?"

Cen Xiao: "..."

"Stop acting." Cen Xiao glanced at him angrily, raised his hand and pushed his head aside: "I'm looking for someone else."

After finishing speaking, he closed the book and stood up, ready to go to other groups to find boys with good looks.

However, if Cen Xiao wanted to get out of his position, he had to get Fu Zhun up.

He stood up and waited for two seconds. Seeing that Fu Zhun had no intention of getting up, he had to find another way.

Cen Xiao waved to Ge Yiyuan who was in the last group: "Ge..."

Just as he uttered a word, the words on Cen Xiao's lips were suddenly interrupted by a voice——

"Okay, give me the clothes."

Cen Xiao was taken aback, then turned to look at Fu Zhun, and saw that he was reaching out to Xu Zhiyao, as if asking him for the princess costume.

Even Xu Zhiyao was stunned.

He looked at Fu Zhun's outstretched hand towards him, was dumb for a moment, and said dully, "What clothes?"

"Then what about the princess." Fu Zhun frowned impatiently: "Before I repent."

"Fuck, fuck!" Xu Zhiyao heard that Fu Zhun had agreed, and even unwrapped the courier with ease: "I'll give it right away!"

With a few "stabs", he took out a large bag of black and white clothes and a bag of wigs from the courier bag: "This is what Snow White was caught by her stepmother in the early days to wear as a coolie, and there is also a set of princess dresses in the later stage. Wait, I'll tear it down right away!"

Fu Zhun squinted his eyes, looking at the ruffles and lace in the transparent bag that he handed over, he suddenly had a bad feeling.

Cen Xiao on the side coughed lightly, forced the corners of his mouth to laugh, brought the clothes over and unwrapped them——

He shook out the black and white maid outfit just like that.

The moment it unfolded, a pair of white high socks fell out of it.

It happened to land on Fu Zhun's lap.

Fu Zhun: "..."

"Damn it! Did you see it! Bai! Wenxi really has a heart-to-heart with me!" Xu Zhiyao on the side was so excited that he threw the other set of clothes on the chair and turned to share the good news with his brother .

Seeing him so excited, Fu Zhun's originally fair face instantly turned black like the bottom of a pot.

Even the corners of the mouth are stiff.

Seeing his complexion so bad, Cen Xiao cleared his throat, and comforted Fu Zhun's fragile heart very understandingly: "You will look good in it."

Fu Zhun: "... I thank you."

He leaned back in the chair resignedly, threw the pack of white high socks on Cen Xiao's desk, and said in a cool tone, "Just now you made a bad face with me, are you happy now?"

"It's okay." Cen Xiao's mood was indeed much happier than before.

He looked at the things that Fu Zhun threw over, picked them up, looked at them, and said in a low voice, "I'll be happy if you play with me."

Hearing the sound, Fu Zhun's face froze, and after a moment of silence, he slowly reached out and took back the pack of white high socks in Cen Xiao's hand.

He said in a weak tone, "Just act."

Who is not a little princess anymore?

……

In the next few days, in order to appease Fu Zhun's little princess emotions that flared up from time to time, Cen Xiao could only follow him all the time to help him play.

"I can't memorize it." Fu Zhun looked at the large string of English words drawn with pink markers on the script, and then raised his eyes to Cen Xiao: "Why do you have so few words?"

"I'm just one of the seven male guests." Cen Xiao drew out his lines with a purple marker: "Just say one-seventh of the lines."

Fu Zhun: "..."

Hearing this, he lost his balance again.

For several days, Fu Zhun lost his temper very much. He was either unwilling to try on clothes or recite his lines.

Cen Xiao made offerings to him as if offering to his ancestors, until the day of the English Culture Festival.

Before changing clothes, Wenxi came over with a sad face and asked him in a low voice: "Is Fu Zhun really willing to cooperate? I don't think he is very willing until now."

hear the sound.Cen Xiao subconsciously glanced at Fu Zhun——

Fu Zhun sat back on the chair with a boneless posture.

He put his chin on the back of the chair, rocked the chair back and forth, and looked at the script casually.

From time to time, he raised his eyelids and glanced at Cen Xiao.

Seeing him talking to Wenxi, he snorted again and looked away unhappily.

After contemplating for a moment, Cen Xiao felt...

It's really difficult for Fu Zhun not to play "Drag and Pull the Princess".

Taking a deep breath, Cen Xiao pulled the corner of his mouth, wanting to laugh.

He straightened the corners of his mouth, and said to Wenxi with a serious face: "It's okay, he will be on stage."

"Then... okay." Wenxi knew that the two of them had a good relationship, and since Cen Xiao promised, there shouldn't be any trouble: "Then you guys go try on the clothes and wigs first, and you need to make up later, if you have any problems, you can Come find me."

"Yes." Cen Xiao nodded, then turned around and shouted, "Let's go, the princess over there."

Fu Zhun: "..."

As soon as the word "princess" came out, Fu Zhun's complexion began to change again.

He threw the script on the table with a stinky face: "You should be called Your Highness the Princess."

Cen Xiao: "..."

"Okay, Your Royal Highness." He sighed helplessly, picked up his costume and got up to leave.

The stage play of their class is the last one to play, so there is more time to prepare before the stage.

Due to the special situation of Fu Zhun's clothing, in order to protect his fragile heart, Wenxi and the others deliberately made an excuse to apply to the school and opened a locker room that was not used.

When Cen Xiao went in with his costume, Fu Zhun walked in with a bunch of little skirts full of lace.

The sound of the door slamming and the extremely bad expression on his face all showed his not-so-beautiful mood now.

"I really want to wear this on stage?" Fu Zhun put the clothes on the chair, picked up a white stocking, and asked incredulously.

Hearing the sound, Cen Xiao glanced back at him, suppressed the corners of his mouth that wanted to laugh, and said calmly, "Be patient, this life will pass soon."

Fu Zhun: "..."

His complexion got worse.

Seeing that Cen Xiao had already started changing clothes, Fu Zhun could only sit aside alone, looking at the pile of clothes and getting sulky.

After being angry for a while, he seemed to have thought of something suddenly, and suddenly raised his eyes to look at Cen Xiao who was changing clothes, without saying a word.

After a few minutes, when Cen Xiao had almost changed his clothes and only had one coat left, he realized that Fu Zhun hadn't moved from head to toe.

The man just sat on the chair so quietly, hugged the pile of clothes, and looked at him with his head propped up.

His gaze was undisguised.

Cen Xiao stopped buttoning his shirt, then continued to button up: "Why don't you change it?"

The atmosphere was silent for a moment, and Fu Zhun, who had been sitting quietly all this time, suddenly stood up.

He threw his clothes on the chair and walked over.

He didn't stop until he stood in front of Cen Xiao, looking down at the buttons Cen Xiao just fastened.

"What are you doing?" Cen Xiao didn't know what was wrong with him, so he just glanced at him and ignored him.

When he turned to open the cabinet and wanted to put the clothes on the chair in—

Fu Zhun, who was behind him, suddenly raised his hand and pressed the cabinet door.

With a "bang", the cabinet that had just been opened was closed again.

Staring blankly at the closed cabinet door, Cen Xiao turned around and asked inexplicably, "What are you making a fuss about?"

"Brother." Fu Zhun lowered his eyelashes, looking sleepy: "I can't remember my lines."

Probably because he felt that he didn't look pitiful enough, Fu Zhun choked out another sentence: "What should I do?"

"Don't remember yet?" Cen Xiao sighed, and gave him his lines: "Actually, you don't even have a few lines, just..."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Zhun suddenly leaned over and pressed down.

The distance between them shortened instantly.

Cen Xiao looked at those wet black and white eyes, and fell silent for a moment.

The two of them were so close that even the eyelashes could be seen clearly.

The breath between the noses is intertwined, warm and ambiguous.

In this small locker room, the atmosphere is even worse.

Cen Xiao's brain was in a trance for a moment.

As if the oxygen had been taken away, he was a little out of breath for a moment, his face gradually turned red, and he didn't even know how to react.

And Fu Zhun seemed to be prepared.

Taking advantage of this ambiguous atmosphere, he spoke first, disturbing Cen Xiao's remaining rational thoughts.

"Brother," Fu Zhun said with clear eyes, as if he was really innocent, "shall we discuss it?"

"What?" Cen Xiao looked into Fu Zhun's eyes, as if being sucked into an unknown vortex, and even spoke a little erratically: "What discussion?"

"Let's change it."

While speaking, Fu Zhun's fingertips had already pinched the shirt fabric on Cen Xiao's lower back.

As if he didn't want to wake up Cen Xiao, he carefully controlled his fingertips, only pinching the shirt without rubbing Cen Xiao's skin.

"I have been greedy for my brother's suit for a long time."

——He gently tugged, and the hem of the shirt at Cen Xiao's back waist was pulled away from the waistband of his trousers.

The friction of the fabric hits, and even the slightly cool air penetrates along the hem of the clothes, caressing the skin gently.

Cen Xiao immediately regained his composure, almost wanting to stop Fu Zhun without thinking.

He subconsciously pressed Fu Zhun's troublesome hand: "No."

In the end, he pressed Fu Zhun's hand firmly on his waist.

Both were startled.

Cen Xiao let go of his hand in an instant as if he had been burned.

But Fu Zhun didn't.

He is like a hunter who finally catches the opportunity, and he will never let go after he gets it.

"Why not?" Across the shirt, Fu Zhun's fingertips carelessly slid across Cen Xiao's back, as if he hadn't intended, "Anyway, both brothers have memorized their lines."

Cen Xiao himself has a good command of lines, and recently, in order to help Fu Zhun in a scene, he did memorize the lines of the two of them unintentionally.

But he didn't expect that this would be Fu Zhun's reason for changing roles.

Gritting his teeth, Cen Xiao was about to refuse, but a tingling sensation came from his lower back.

Like an electric current pouring in, it spread continuously up the spine.

Cen Xiao froze.

He leaned weakly against the locker door, panting lightly, not knowing how to react.

And Fu Zhun just looked at him quietly, with mischief and cunning in his eyes.

After a long time, as if he had realized something, he pressed his fingertips to his waist again.

"Stop making trouble." Cen Xiao trembled, grabbed his wrist, trying to tear him away: "It's going to be too late."

However, Fu Zhun didn't intend to stop at all.

His hands were caught between the wardrobe and Cen Xiao's lower back.

Even though Cen Xiao raised his waist to pull his hand out, Fu Zhun still stuck to his waist and refused to move.

There is even a continuing trend.

He raised his eyebrows lightly, and suddenly pulled out a long translucent white cloth from his pocket with his other hand.

Cen Xiao took a closer look, only to realize that it was a white high sock.

He was dumb for a moment, and before he could speak, he saw Fu Zhun's fingertips lightly hooking the edge of the sock, shaking it from side to side.

The tone is as light as this stocking——

"Brother, try it?"