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

When Cen Xiao and Fu Zhun reluctantly tidied up their clothes and came out of the dressing room, the people in their class were having a carnival backstage.

It is said that their tattered stage play actually won the No.1 grade.

Simply confusing behavior awards.

The first evening self-study was supposed to be an English class, but now they won the first place, and the English teacher laughed wildly.

She didn't even teach English class, and directly turned on the computer to show them a movie: "Watch the movie quietly, don't let Director Chen find out, if you find out, add a week of homework."

The students under the podium were so excited that they didn't have to go to class anymore.

Wenxi was arranged by the English teacher to sit on the podium to manage discipline.

After she turned on the projector, she suddenly remembered something, and raised her voice to remind her: "The students by the window, please pull the curtains, so that the patrolling teacher can't see it."

The students in the rows in front of Cen Xiao obediently closed the curtains.

Only Cen Xiao got stuck.

He has kept a straight face since the end of the stage play, ignoring anyone.

A look of bad spirits.

Now he buried his head on the table, as if trying to catch up on sleep.

Fu Zhun on the side also thinks so.

So he raised his hand around Cen Xiao and pulled the curtain over him.

I don't know whether it was the curtain that swept Cen Xiao or somewhere, but Cen Xiao suddenly stepped on Fu Zhun's foot.

Not much force, but hard to ignore.

Fu Zhun looked down at his sneakers with footprints on them, smiled inexplicably, and then looked up at Cen Xiao.

It happened that the lights were turned off, so he quietly leaned into Cen Xiao's ear and asked, "Are you getting angry with me?"

"Get out." Cen Xiao buried his head in his arms and said in a muffled voice.

Coincidentally, this English teacher is also very thoughtful.

Probably because she knew that the hero in the class was Cen Xiao, in order to make this hero feel a little more respected, she directly downloaded "Chasing the Devil" played by Cen Xiao when she was a child.

It is now being broadcast on the big screen of Class 17 of Senior High School.

Hearing the familiar background music, Cen Xiao's mood became more complicated.

He raised his head with a straight face, squinted his eyes, and looked at the constantly jumping screen.

In the next second, his most familiar face suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

On the screen, the immature little Cen Xiao popped up with his little round eyes staring at him, holding the legendary Xiao Xiao Tiangou in his arms, with a third eye drawn on his forehead, and his voice was so childish.

It was completely inversely proportional to the indifferent face now.

When the people in the class saw little Cen Xiao, they immediately boiled and looked towards Cen Xiao one after another.

The gaze was too strong, Cen Xiao pursed his lips, and buried his head back again.

The plays he acted in the past are like black history for him.

Cen Xiao felt that all his face in his life was lost on this day.

Nothing left.

Fu Zhun beside him watched the movie for a while, and after little Cen Xiao disappeared from the screen, he bumped Cen Xiao casually with his elbow: "Brother Erlang God, you were so cute when you were young."

Cen Xiao: "..."

He didn't speak, he raised his leg again and stepped on Fu Zhun's foot.

Fu Zhun smiled and said, "What are you doing? It's really cute."

"Praise boys," Cen Xiao said in a muffled voice, turning his head to Fu Zhun and facing the wall, "Who would praise cuteness?"

As soon as the words fell, there was a knock on the window next to them.

Both Cen Xiao and Fu Zhun paused.

There was a long silence, and the sound of knocking on the window didn't stop.

Cen Xiao still lay on his stomach and ignored him, but Fu Zhun lifted a corner of the curtain, opened the window and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

There were a few girls outside the window, and they were stunned when they saw that Fu Zhun was talking back and forth.

They had already found out that Cen Xiao was sitting in this position before, but now that they did not see Cen Xiao, they were a little disappointed: "We... came to find Cen Xiao."

"He's not here." Fu Zhun lied without blushing.

After speaking, he wanted to close the window.

Fortunately, the girl outside quickly stopped him: "Then can you help put things on his table?"

Hearing the sound, Fu Zhun looked down at Cen Xiao who was lying on the table, and asked unhappily, "What is it?"

"Just a little gift." The girl blushed, but luckily the light outside the window was dim, and she could hardly see clearly.

She handed the things to Fu Zhun and said in a low voice, "By the way, tell him that the princess played today is very cute, really cute, and we will always like him, come on."

Fu Zhun: "..."

Cen Xiao: "..."

Upon hearing this, Cen Xiao buried his face in his arms again.

After the little girls outside the window had left, Fu Zhun closed the curtains, began to whisper to the girls again, and said faintly: "We will always like him, come on."

Cen Xiao: "..."

"Don't get sick." Cen Xiao finally raised his head and reached out to reach for the gift in Fu Zhun's hand.

However, Fu Zhun stuffed the gift into the belly of the table and asked forcefully, "Is it nicer for me or is it nicer for her?"

"Can you be more generous?" Cen Xiao felt that this person was simply incomprehensible: "He is a real girl, how can you pretend to be a girl?"

"What's wrong?" Fu Zhun muttered unhappily, "Why is gender so stuck?"

Cen Xiao: "..."

"You sound good." Cen Xiao glanced at him speechlessly, then stretched out his hand to him: "Give me something."

Fu Zhun reluctantly put the gift on his table.

Just as he was about to say something, those girls just now turned back suddenly.

They knocked on the window again.

This time it was Cen Xiao who opened the window himself: "Is there something wrong?"

The girls outside the window saw that it was him, and were so excited that they couldn't speak for a while: "That... just..."

After being stuck for a long time, they took out another gift: "This is for you from a male fan you met on the way. He was embarrassed to come, so let us bring it to you."

Hearing this, Cen Xiao was taken aback for a moment, then took it after a moment of hesitation: "Thank you."

After the girls left, Fu Zhun unhappily took the gift box that Cen Xiao had just received: "Brother still has male fans."

The tone was resentful, as if Cen Xiao had a male fan and cheated.

Cen Xiao gave him a funny look: "If you want, you can also join the ranks of male fans."

These words made Fu Zhun fall into deep thought for a moment.

He pondered for a while, then said: "Then you have to drive this male fan out of the fandom."

Cen Xiao: "?"

"Fans and idols are not husband and wife, they still pay attention to one-on-one?" Cen Xiao looked at him incredulously.

"I don't care about other people," Fu Zhun said bluntly: "The people I follow have to be one-on-one."

Cen Xiao: "..."

"Then stop being a fan." Cen Xiao looked at him speechlessly, and reached for the gift box in his hand.

However, Fu Zhun still refused.

He turned his back and hugged the box in his arms, then turned to ask him, "I want to open it."

This gift is different from the gifts given by the previous girls.

Those girls gave some cute little gifts, such as keychains and lucky charms. The burden is not heavy, so just accept it.

But the logo on this gift package is a luxury brand.

Cen Xiao wanted to ask this person to return him intact.

"Don't take it apart." Cen Xiao hesitated: "This gift should not be too cheap."

He didn't make it clear, Fu Zhun still regarded this gift as a treasure, and felt even more upset.

He snorted softly, awkwardly picked the edge of the gift box with his fingertips, and said in a low voice, "It's not like I can't afford it."

Cen Xiao: "..."

There was nothing he could do about it, Cen Xiao waved his hand: "You can tear it down if you want."

At worst, buy the same one and send it back.

Seeing that he really agreed, Fu Zhun was a little hesitant.

He asked Cen Xiao again: "Am I really demolished?"

"Tear it down." Cen Xiao leaned against the wall and said indifferently, "I'll see you off."

Fu Zhun: "..."

Seeing that he had no objection, Fu Zhunzhen opened the gift.

The box was wrapped in several layers inside and out, and it took Fu Zhun a long time to tear it to the inside.

"What a treasure, there are so many bags." He opened the box muttering.

However, the moment the lid was lifted, a mask with a scary face popped out.

The spring was still wobbling, and it just moved in front of Fu Zhun.

Fu Zhun was stunned for a long time, and before he could utter a word, Cen Xiao quickly pushed the mask back into the box.

With a "snap", the lid was closed, and Cen Xiao directly threw the box under the table.

The atmosphere froze instantly.

The surrounding students were still immersed in the atmosphere of the movie, and no one noticed what happened on their side.

Seeing that Fu Zhun still had the dull expression just now, Cen Xiao couldn't bear to pat him on the shoulder: "Are you still alive?"

Then he saw Fu Zhun turn his head stiffly, looked at him for a while, and said with trembling lips——

"Hold."

"I'm scared to death, woo woo woo."

Cen Xiao: "..."

As if Fu Zhun had just realized it, he recalled the scary mask he had been in close contact with just now, and immediately got into Cen Xiao's arms like a delicate little princess, and buried his head on his shoulder, refusing to get up.

The mouth is still frantically swearing: "Fuck, fuck, it's really scary."

"Which idiot sent something to scare someone to death."

"I'm going to let him sleep with this shit every day."

"Yeah." Cen Xiao was pushed against the wall by him, seeing his pitiful look, he couldn't bear to push him away, so he could only rub his hair: "It's really short-sighted to scare Mr. Fu. "

Fu Zhun: "..."

The lights were not turned on in the classroom, only the movie on the projection screen was on.

The two of them sat in the corner with the dimmest light, and no one noticed the strangeness here.

Cen Xiao was in this position, watching a movie while comforting Fu Zhun's fragile heart, very casually.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that Fu Zhun had been lying in his arms for a long time.

"Are you alright?" Cen Xiao was squeezed into the corner and couldn't move at all, so he could only pat him on the back with his hands.

But Fu Zhun didn't answer him.

The man seemed to be asleep, and when he heard the sound, he hugged his waist unconsciously, and rubbed his head against Cen Xiao's shoulder.

Soft lips slid across the side of the neck, and Cen Xiao's whole body froze instantly.

He collected himself, grabbed a lock of Fu Zhun's hair and said, "Have you slept yet?"

Following his strength, Fu Zhun raised his head and said, "It's so easy to sleep here, I couldn't hold back."

Cen Xiao: "?"

"What did you say?" Cen Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly, and pulled his hair again, as if to warn him.

So Fu Zhun could only speak calmly: "I'm just a little sleepy."

"Just now you were so scared that you were crying and howling, now you're sleepy?" Cen Xiao was 1 in disbelief.

He let go of Fu Zhun's hair, trying to push him off his body.

However, Fu Zhun still hugged him tightly: "I was really scared to death."

"Did you recover well just now? You can still sleep." Cen Xiao sneered: "Don't pretend to be here with me."

Seeing Cen Xiao's reluctance, Fu Zhun started talking nonsense again: "This psychological shadow is for life."

"Then what do you want?" Cen Xiao snorted lightly, "You still want me to be responsible?"

These words stepped on Fu Zhun's point, he nodded immediately and said: "Yes."

Cen Xiao: "..."

"It's a fart." Cen Xiao raised his leg and stepped on Fu Zhun's foot again: "Stop pretending, get up when you're done."

Seeing Cen Xiao's fierceness, Fu Zhun dawdled for a long time, and could only reluctantly get up from him.

He rubbed his face and said in a low voice, "Which idiot gave this as a gift?"

"I don't know." Cen Xiao kicked the gift box, and said calmly, "You're a black fan, it doesn't matter."

This kind of thing often happens in the circle. Although he hasn't encountered it very often, he has heard of it anyway.

It's no surprise.

Fu Zhun, on the other hand, glanced at the tightly sealed box, thoughtful.

Cen Xiao on the side watched the movie boredly for a while, but when he saw his childhood self popping out, he couldn't stand it anymore.

He sighed, took out his phone again when he had nothing to do, and clicked on the previous sand sculpture horror game.

Fu Zhun saw the light on the side, glanced at him, and suddenly pressed his hand: "Aren't you scared enough?"

"I'm not afraid." Cen Xiao rolled his eyelids, and there was an inexplicable sense of ridicule in his voice: "If you are afraid, I can take you."

"Who's scared?" Fu Zhun snorted softly, "I've cleared the customs a long time ago."

Cen Xiao knew in his heart that it was impossible for Fu Zhun to pass the level alone.

He subconsciously thought that this person was pretending to be a girl and hugging someone's thigh again, so he sneered and said, "A princess is a princess, if you say anything, someone will take you with you."

A sour smell permeated the air, Fu Zhun was silent, and suddenly bent over to Cen Xiao: "Did you smell it?"

"What?" Cen Xiao couldn't help moving his nose.

"Sour, vinegary." Fu Zhun put his hand on Cen Xiao's lap, leaned over, raised his eyebrows knowingly and asked: "Brother, what did you eat?"

Cen Xiao: "..."

Embarrassed by what he said, Cen Xiao stepped on Fu Zhun again.

This is already the fourth time tonight, Fu Zhun looked at Cen Xiao's endorsement model, which had been trampled into dirty shoes, and curled his lips, "The production of your endorsement model has been discontinued, I spent a lot of effort to get it, Is that how you treat it?"

Hearing this, Cen Xiao lowered his head and took a closer look. With the faint light on the screen, he realized that Fu Zhun was wearing a sneaker he endorsed three years ago.

He can't even remember the shoes.

At this moment, the front half of the pair of shoes has already been stamped with several shoe prints.

Cen Xiao, who was the culprit, fell silent for a moment.

He coughed lightly and said awkwardly, "I'll buy you a new one for your birthday next year."

However, Fu Zhun is a master who pushes every inch.

As if he had caught something, he kept asking Cen Xiao: "Why not recently? Singles' Day, Christmas, New Year's Day, Spring Festival, Valentine's Day, there are so many festivals where gifts can be given, why do you only care about birthdays?"

Cen Xiao: "..."

After being nagged and forced by him, Cen Xiao's face darkened, and he replied with four words: "Do you want love or not."

"Yes." Fu Zhun replied dryly and honestly.

He pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Brother, is your birthday coming soon?"

"What?" Cen Xiao glanced at him lazily, "You want to buy me a gift?"

Fu Zhun nodded obediently: "I'm ready."

Cen Xiao: "?"

"What are you preparing for?" Cen Xiao couldn't help being curious.

Unexpectedly, Fu Zhun acted like a thief, and after getting close to him, he whispered to him: "Today, I bought those two sets of clothes you are wearing."

Cen Xiao: "?"

An ominous premonition gradually rose in his heart, but Cen Xiao still had some disbelief, and asked unwillingly, "What clothes?"

"The two sets you wore on stage." Fu Zhun nodded solemnly.

Cen Xiao: "..."

Before Cen Xiao could start cursing, Fu Zhun suddenly reached into his coat pocket.

Then, Cen Xiao saw Fu Zhun slowly take out a white thing from his pocket.

Looks very familiar, kind of bright in the dark.

Cen Xiao squinted his eyes for a while——

The pair of white high socks he wore.

Cen Xiao: "..."

"Brother," Fu Zhun looked at him with a very cute face: "Don't worry, the clothes and accessories are complete, I even bought this pair of socks."

As he spoke, the pair of socks finally came out of his pocket intact.

Fu Zhun hooked the hem of the sock with his fingertips, and shook it in front of Cen Xiao: "It's intact."

Cen Xiao: "..."

With trembling hands, Cen Xiao took the white high socks that looked like black history. After concentrating for a while, he suddenly asked——

"Do you think it looks like something?"

Fu Zhun paused, feeling the coldness on the back of his neck: "What?"

Immediately afterwards, he saw Cen Xiao shaking the sock, and said coldly with no expression on his face——

"Three feet of white silk."

Fu Zhun: "..."