my brother is not cute at all

Autumn is not the season to eat strawberries. No matter which restaurant or supermarket you buy, fresh fruits that are out of season will always have the word "expensive". Completely defeated by the power of capital.

He swallowed his saliva, his eyes were shy and coy, and he said in a very artificial soft voice: "Oh, look at you, you don't forget to be polite to me even if you spoil my brother, are you treating me..."

"Don't think too much," Hou Zeqi sat opposite and blew hot tea leisurely: "I just let you try the water, if it doesn't taste good, we'll change to another."

Jiang Haibo was annoyed: "..."

Nai He Chi was short-mouthed, so he dug up a strawberry and tasted it, waved his hand vaguely: "No need to change it, send your brother the location, I will eat here at noon."

Hou Zeqi nodded. It happened that this restaurant was not far from the school, so he readily sent the location to Yang Yue.

Seeing him put down his phone, Jiang Haibo lowered his voice with a look of thugs: "Hey, I'm curious, do you only have Naiyue as a younger brother?"

Hou Zeqi didn't know why he suddenly asked such a question, so he answered truthfully: "No, my mother returned to the country after coming out of the closet, and together with her wife adopted a mixed-race child, who can also be regarded as my younger brother."

"Then will you be so kind to that younger brother?" Jiang Haibo asked.

Hou Zeqi thought for a while, then smiled softly: "It's so-so, I haven't met him a few times, but every time we meet, I will buy him toys and snacks."

"Oh..." Jiang Haibo nodded thoughtfully, and stuffed another juicy strawberry into his mouth.

"Why do you ask that suddenly?" Hou Zeqi was curious.

Jiang Haibo carefully recalled the scenes of Hou Zeqi doting on Yang Yue, delivering milk tea to school every now and then, roasting meat in the restaurant and putting it on his plate, holding his hand in the playground to avoid haunted houses, In the hot spring club, he racked his brains to lure him home... Later, he even suspected that he had slept in the same bed as him.

Countless warm and ambiguous details made him, a gay man, feel that these two people had some inexplicable relationship behind their backs.

"It's nothing, I just think you are too kind to him, it's not normal," Jiang Haibo bit his spoon sourly.

"Huh? What do you think is abnormal?" Hou Zeqi asked.

Jiang Haibo couldn't say anything, so he could only vaguely say: "It's not normal anywhere, just... Anyway, I think you treat Nai Yue better than my ex-boyfriend treats me."

Hou Zeqi put down his teacup and laughed at him: "Your ex-boyfriend is a scumbag, but I am not. I am very sincere to people."

"Pull it down, I don't believe you treat any of your younger brothers like this," Jiang Haibo rolled his eyes ruthlessly, and dug a spoonful of strawberry tart into his mouth. .

Hou Zeqi lowered his head thoughtfully, staring at his slender fingers, remembering the scene of puffing on cigarettes with Yang Xing in the underground garage.

Suddenly said: "Because his former brothers treated him very badly, so I want to help him make up for all that he has lost in the past ten years."

Jiang Haibo stopped chewing, bit his spoon and stopped talking.

Hou Zeqi looked up at him and asked, "What's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing." Jiang Haibo shook his head and continued to eat: "I just think you can think so, which surprises me."

"Actually, you've been hinting at me and asking me to treat him well, which surprised me," Hou Zeqi pierced him sharply: "Do you know, in my eyes, you are more like a friend to us than a friend?" Pimp."

Jiang Haibo almost choked, and quickly picked up the teacup at hand and poured it into his mouth.

Finally coming over slowly, he cursed in a low voice: "Damn, I treat him like a brother, so I want everyone to treat him better."

He piled up the teacup and said frankly: "Let me tell you the truth, Naiyue was in the dance middle school when she was a child, because she entered school at a young age, she was often bullied, everyone would call him as a runner, and let him clean the room for a whole week. The dormitory is hygienic, and he will call him Xiaoluotou behind his back, and this nickname has been called until the university."

"In college, he was also the youngest in the class. I had the same major as him before I transferred to the national standard performance, so I lived in the same dormitory with him. You know his dog temper, right? I fought all the time. At that time, the brothers in the dormitory isolated him, and they didn’t call him when they went to the Internet cafe for dinner. There were 6 people in a dormitory, and there were only 5 in our group, except for him. He lived like an outsider. It seems that every day in the canteen of the dormitory, the practice room is three points and one line, and he has always been alone, no one likes him, and no one really treats him well."

When Jiang Haibo said this, he felt Hou Zeqi's gaze slowly cooling down, and paused a little embarrassedly.

"Then what happened later? How did you become brothers?" Hou Zeqi took a sip of the cold tea and asked.

Jiang Haibo sighed, and the brewing seemed real: "Oh, a child has no mother, it's a long story."

Hou Zeqi grabbed the strawberry tower in front of him with an expression on his face: "Then don't eat it."

"Hey, hey, I'll say it, I'll say it," Jiang Haibo defended the half-eaten delicacy, and immediately confessed.

Hou Zeqi let him go for now.

"You also know that our sexual orientation is actually quite easy to be discriminated against, right? Especially for a motherfucker like me," Jiang Haibo's self-awareness is very clear, and he even blackened himself when he was so ruthless: "At that time, the dormitory The gangsters don't like me very much either, they just see that I'm sociable and have a good relationship with me on the surface, but secretly they are making up my private life to be chaotic, saying that I have slept with many men."

"During my freshman semester, I had a boyfriend who was a senior. Later, because my family arranged a blind date, he kicked me after graduation."

"On the night when I was broken in love, I went to the bar alone to drink until the early morning. It caught up with the heavy rain and I couldn't go anywhere. The bar owner kept driving me away. I had no choice but to call my roommates one by one. Everyone was playing games in the dormitory. No fucking person wants to take care of me. But I didn't give Naiyue a spanking, I didn't have a good relationship with him, and I knew he went to bed early, but then, guess what?"

Hou Zeqi didn't even need to guess: "He came to pick you up?"

"Yes," Jiang Haibo thinks about it now, and he still feels a little unbelievable: "It was almost two o'clock in the morning, and a child came to the bar suddenly. The boss said he was underage and wouldn't let him in. I heard the child at the door say He came to pick up his son, and I fucking thought I was hallucinating."

"But I drank too much at the time, and I don't know how I was finally taken to the Express Hotel. I only know that I was slapped twice while dreaming, and then I woke up, and it was nine o'clock in the morning when I looked at the watch. There are too many, there is a hot porridge and a box of gastric medicine on the bedside, but there is no one."

"I looked in the mirror in the toilet, and when I saw the two slap marks on my face, I knew it must have been done by that little bastard, Yang Yue. Later, I went to the front desk and asked, and it really was him, shit!"

The more Jiang Haibo talked, the more angry he was, he stuffed a strawberry into his mouth and bit him like Yang Yue's meat.

Hou Zeqi thought about that scene and was amused: "That is indeed his style."

Unexpectedly, under the cold and ruthless body of the ancestor, there is such a kind and soft soul wrapped up.

Think it's kind of cute.

"And then you can guess what happened after that," Jiang Haibo muttered to Strawberry: "I stalked him like I am now, and then our relationship became better in a blur. At that time, I tried my best to make a pair with him."

Jiang Haibo thought for a while and felt wrong: "No, in fact, the model can be forced to fit. I feel that he is quite vigorous when fighting, and his physical strength should be good..."

Hou Zeqi threw a gloomy and cold eye knife.

Jiang Haibo immediately changed his words: "But how could I attack minors? Right? I am moral."

Hou Zeqi let him go and asked, "Then why do you keep calling him Naiyue? Because he grows up with milk?"

Jiang Haibo smiled mysteriously: "Of course not."

Then, under Hou Zeqi's suspicious eyes, he leaned over and lowered his voice: "It's because he was only 14 years old when he entered the freshman year. In a sense, he hadn't developed into a real man at that time."

Hou Zeqi: "..."

This news shocked him no less than when he was kicked off by Yang Yue in his sleep, no wonder drinking ginseng chicken soup could suppress such a fire, it turned out that he had just grown up for a few years.

Hou Zeqi thought silently in his heart, it seems that the ancestor can still develop again, and he can't be used to eating unnutritious things indiscriminately in the future, and he should drink less milk tea, if he wants to drink, he must drink it well.

It just so happened that Yang Yue had only one class the next afternoon, so Hou Zeqi arranged the company's affairs in advance, and came to the gate of the dance academy early to stay.

The classroom closest to the main entrance is the classical dancer class led by Yang Yue. When Hou Zeqi came, there were already two tall and burly boys who were pitifully kicked out, wearing soft-soled dancing shoes in the corridor. Exercise on the cold floor.

The cold and steady voice in the classroom was still chattering wildly at a boy, which stunned the security guard at the gate.

"Qin Haochuan, don't think that you can specialize if you get in with the first grade in your major. If others don't forget their movements, you forget them? Are you embarrassed to stand in the top?"

"You can still use it as an excuse to ask for leave? I asked you to make up the leave. Did you make it up? Who knows why you were absent from class for no reason. If you haven't learned the movements, you won't take the time to find someone to learn from them?"

"Why did you go to late work? Why did you go between classes? You can't learn sixteen and eight-beat movements in two days on the weekend. Your brain is arched by a pig? The reason for growing a head on your neck is to look taller. ?”

The proud boy was scolded severely, and finally kicked out mercilessly. He angrily took off his shoes and threw them on the ground, and strode out of the college gate with a low curse.

After finally surviving until the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Yang Yue walked out of the classroom with a baby face covered in frost.

When Hou Zeqi saw her, she greeted her and coaxed her: "Ms. Yang, is get out of class over? Want to eat something delicious? I invite you."

"Damn it," Yang Yue's cheeks were puffed up, "I've made this group of mentally retarded people so angry! It's like sleepwalking in class, as if the whole thing in your head is a fucking pig's intestines."

"Hey, hey, be a teacher, be a teacher," Hou Zeqi hurriedly pulled the ancestor aside as there was surveillance at the entrance of the college.

Yang Yue pulled people away: "I'm going to be a fucking teacher, I'm going to be mad at this group of pigs."

Hou Zeqi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "No...how come you are so crazy that you even scold yourself."

Yang Yue breathed a sigh of relief, and then calmed down a bit.

He raised his head and met those light brown eyes, which made him suddenly think of the deep and dazzling soft light like a tiger's eye in a dim theater.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he suddenly felt a little thirsty.

"I want to drink milk tea," Yang Yue said, "Didn't you say yesterday that you would treat me to something delicious?"

Hou Zeqi thought about this kind of thing, but you remember it very clearly.

Then he smiled: "Okay, then I'll take you to a good place."

The place where Hou Zeqi brought Yang Yue here was a coffee shop near the university town. When Yang Yue stopped in front of the door and stared at the quite designed door plate with the words "Shiquan Cat Cafe" printed on it, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous. strangeness.

Perfect Cat Cafe?How could someone name a cat coffee like this?It sounds as if the cats in it all have strange names such as Ergou, Tiezhu, Wangcai, Nicholas Xiaomi, etc.

Walking into the main entrance, you will first enter a hallway full of flowers and plants like a sun room. The receptionist with double ponytails will first distribute disposable non-slip shoe covers to the guests.

In the center of the lobby on the first floor, there are two computers and a projection screen that takes up half of the wall. The projection screen is showing two game characters fighting fiercely.

Yang Yue glanced at the notice board with cat's claws printed on the stage in front of her. A warm reminder: only 15 customers can initiate a 1v1 challenge to the proprietress every day, and the winner of the challenge will get a free chance.

15 customers?He wondered, if he loses to 15 people a day, will the cat cafe still make money?

Thinking of this, he turned his eyes to the girl sitting in front of the computer and staring at the monitor intently, and realized that he was worrying too much.

The petite girl has a retro and fluffy curly cut, and her bangs on her brows reveal a pair of big smart eyes. Her facial features are three-dimensional, and her skin tone is not overly fair, but rather healthy and distinctive.

Her eyebrows are thin but thick. When she focused on the screen, she carried a sharp aggressiveness, which was exactly the same as the aggressive series of operations in her hands.

Her thinking is meticulous, and she can almost predict every step of the enemy's operation. The flying fingers hit double images on the keyboard, and the enemy retreats steadily.

So strong.

Yang Yue sighed secretly.

Seeing the golden light flashing on the screen, the surrounding customers burst into cheers, and the boy sitting opposite put down his mouse dejectedly and stood up from the opposite chair.

The corner of Hou Zeqi's lips curled into an indifferent smile, and he put his arms around Yang Yue's neck and said, "Let's go, the drinking place is upstairs."

The two went up the wooden stairs to the second floor one after the other, and Yang Yue's eyes blurred, and a snow-white shadow jumped down from the cat climbing frame of Tongtian.

"Is there really a cat?" Yang Yue instantly forgot all about the picture downstairs, and stared at the little fur ball in front of her with some joy.

"Otherwise, why is it called Maoca?" Hou Zeqi laughed lowly, whistled and shouted, "Winter Melon, come here."

The little fur ball stretched its waist, and walked over slowly and lightly.

Yang Yue was even more surprised: "Do you still know its name?"

"I've been here once before," Hou Zeqi hugged the winter melon in his arms, and pulled Yang Yue to find a quiet place to sit down: "Let's order first, and see what dessert you want to go with."

The menu was pushed over from the table, Yang Yue opened it, and Hou Zeqi beckoned the waiter over: "Here's a pot of your signature milk tea."

Yang Yue just turned to this page, glanced at a small cup of milk tea with three figures, shook her hand, and asked in a low voice, "What kind of milk tea is this? Why is it so expensive?"

"Her tea is the top-grade Lapsang Souchong black tea, and the milk is also buffalo milk, which is several times more nutritious than Heihua cows. It's certainly different from the 20 yuan a cup you get outside," Hou Zeqi explained.

Yang Yue, who has spent half her life earning money and earning a monthly salary of just five figures, can't understand the evil bourgeoisie.

"The price of this pot is too outrageous, right? I think 20 yuan a cup is also quite delicious. The quantity is larger than this, and you can add pearl taro paste and Oreos."

Hou Zeqi turned around and greeted: "Send all the materials he said, and let him add them later."

Yang Yue: "You—"

Hou Zeqi turned his head and looked over, with a gentle and open smile on the corner of his mouth: "Are you afraid of expensive? Don't be afraid, I will take you to eat the overlord's meal today."