Banned access to straight men's hearts

Because the cram school is close to home, and the college entrance examination is getting closer and closer.

Zhang Sen would stay in the cram school until ten o'clock. It happened that the evening self-study was Chinese, and the mid-term exam was coming soon, so the Chinese teacher simply taught them both at the same time.

It was pitch black outside, but the lights inside were bright.

After Zhang Sen finished the test paper, he handed it to the Chinese teacher. He turned his head and saw that Qian Wei was reciting classical Chinese, with a serious face and speaking slowly.

Zhang Sen felt that this brother who was one year younger than himself was so cute at that moment.

Even though they don't know each other, they usually miss each other when they look at each other.

"Zhang Sen, your subjective question is still not improved."

"Ah." Zhang Sen came back to his senses.

"You not only have to answer in points, but also have to look deeper. When you write the answer, your understanding is too superficial."

"Hmm... mainly because I can't understand the central idea of ​​it."

As he spoke, he attracted the attention of the avant-garde next to him.

If you look closely, there are four or five small spots on Qianwei's right cheek.

Zhang Sen glanced at him, noticed such a detail, and was drawn back by the Chinese teacher.

"Your multiple-choice questions in classical Chinese and composition are quite good, but the subjective question of reading comprehension needs to be practiced."

Zhang Sen nodded.

The Chinese teacher looked at the phone and realized that it was too late, and she had just finished reading the test paper in her hand. She asked, "It's ten o'clock, are you going back or..."

When Zhang Sen heard this, he involuntarily put his pen into his schoolbag, "I have to sit for two more stops before I get home, so I'd better go back."

"Alright then." The Chinese teacher smiled, "Qianwei, then there are only two of us left."

Zhang Sen packed his schoolbag and walked out of the classroom.

After leaving the building where the cram school is located, you have to pass the overpass to the subway station. On that day, the bridge is covered with white lights, shining in the dark.

He walked by, looking at the vehicles driving under his feet.

Zhang's father and Zhang's mother think that the apartment here is too far from the hospital, so they will not live here. They will only come to see Zhang Sen during the holidays.

One cannot tell whether it feels good or not.

Anyway, in this environment, Zhang Sen has no friends, and the cram school and his home are on the same line every day. Sometimes if the tutor has something to do, it may be dusk when he returns home.

Looking at the subway station on the ground, it is a warm yellow sky.

The sound of the subway running into the ear.

The subway in the opposite direction came into the station. Zhang Sen stood in front of the security gate and waited for the subway. He swiped his phone and didn't notice that there was an extra person beside him.

It wasn't until he got on the subway that Zhang Sen couldn't stand still and fell to the side, and was supported by someone, so he looked up and saw the person clearly.

Zhang Sen said thank you.

Qian Wei smiled and said it was all right.

There was no conversation after that.

When Zhang Sen got off the subway at the station, Qian Wei was still standing on the subway.

Zhang Sen didn't expose him.

The English teacher said that Qianwei's home is in the community at the end of the street where the cram school is.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Qian Wei is only a high school student, his parents will not let him come out to play at such a late hour.

After getting out of the subway, Zhang Sen was not in a hurry to walk home. Anyway, he was alone when he got home.

In the apartment of more than 120 square meters, even if the warm yellow lights are turned on, except for the sound of cars on the ring road not far away, the rest is silent.

There's no point in going back.

He sat on a chair in the middle of the subway station, staring at a place in a daze.

Wait for the first subway train in the opposite direction.

It's only seven or eight minutes.

The subway door opened, and Zhang Sen saw Qianwei.

The two looked at each other.

Vanguard smiled.

Qian Wei is under the lights of the subway, behind him is the darkened city, facing Zhang Sen who has not yet picked up his enthusiasm for life.

-

It's the last month of the college entrance examination.

Zhang Sen went to the hospital run by Zhang's family, and then went home by himself with two checklists and a bag of medicine.

He had to terminate the two-week course he had just gone to school, and then wandered between cram schools.

My nerves have been strained for a long time, and I am used to enjoying a big apartment by myself.

I am also used to my short sleep depression and nervous headaches.

During that time, Zhang's mother made frequent phone calls, but looking back, each call did not exceed 4 minutes.

Zhang Sen is not sad.

He will understand what his parents are doing.

If he changed to a happy family every day, Zhang Sen's degree of discretion over money would not be as high as it is now.

In other words, Zhang's father and Zhang's mother only exchanged money for time with Zhang Sen.

What's more, it is a career that Zhang's father and Zhang's mother like.

One night, when Qian Wei and Zhang Sen were studying at night together, Qian Wei asked him: "What do you do in your house?"

Zhang Sen said, "My family runs a hospital."

Qian Wei replied with a smile: "What a coincidence, my family runs a company."

Later, I don’t know where Qianwei got Zhang Sen’s WeChat ID, and after adding it, he sent a big smiley face.

Zhang Sen also returned his expression.

Avant-Garde seems to like playing basketball very much. His profile picture is a basketball star, and his nickname is the emoji of a milk bottle.

Zhang Sen recalled that there seemed to be a lot of avant-garde basketball shoes.

He is completely opposite to himself. Zhang Sen doesn't like basketball. In his opinion, he has thin arms and legs, and playing basketball is a thankless sport. Although playing basketball is very handsome, he will sweat and be very tired.

But he likes to watch the forwards play basketball.

This is another perception.

-

On the day of the college entrance examination, only teachers from the cram school, Qiu Xue and Qian Wei sent blessings on WeChat.

Five or six red dots are particularly obtrusive on the chat box of Zhang's father and Zhang's mother.

After Zhang Sen thanked them one by one, he turned off the phone.

In the three days of the college entrance examination, say whether it is fast or not.

After the exam, he and Qiu Xue met at the gate of the designated school.

Neither of them liked to discuss topics. After all, after the exam, Qiu Xue dragged him to go shopping.

Qiu Xue bought more than 3000 clothes that day, and Zhang Sen ate more than 200 snacks.

Memories are finally cut off on the first day of college.

The final picture is what Avant-Garde looks like on the phone screen.

-

It was just dawn.

The phone beside the bed kept vibrating, Zhang Sen woke up in a daze, frowning, took the phone and pressed the answer impatiently.

"I can't seem to find where the entrance to the office is..."

"……"damn it.

Zhang Sen's biological clock, which usually didn't get up until [-]:[-], was strangled to death at [-]:[-] by Qian Wei's words.

In the empty building, only the nineteenth floor was lit with lights.

The rented location is good and the space is large. The only disadvantage is that there are several companies on the same floor, and the road inside is winding.

Qian Wei held the phone, looked at the three words "wait for me" on the screen, and smiled silently.

After waiting for about 20 minutes, Zhang Sen came out of the elevator in disheveled clothes, his hair was messed up before he could even take care of it.

Holding a bunch of keys in her hand, she walks in a hurry, like a rent collector.

Passing by Qian Wei, the culprit who caused his embarrassment, naturally didn't give him any good looks, and just gave him a sideways look, although it was not lethal.

"What's the matter with you coming to the office so early?"

"As a new employee, I should use 120% of my energy to face you."

"Open your eyes and talk nonsense." Zhang Sen looked at him, "If you put in 120% of your energy, the sow will not only climb trees but also fly into the sky."

Qian Wei was amused and said, "There are pigs flying in the sky, so it was Zhang Sen who was blowing on the ground."

"..." Zhang Sen was speechless for a moment before scolding: "Crazy!"

Because of the avant-garde relationship, he arrived at the office at 07:30 and returned home at [-] o'clock, which happened to be the usual time for work, and he didn't have time to go back to sleep.

He sighed, inexplicably, today's working hours were extended by half an hour.

Zhang Sen sighed, then turned on the heater, and fell asleep directly on the desk.

His current sleep state is completely opposite to that in high school. He couldn't sleep in high school, but now he doesn't get enough sleep.

Because the damage after the college entrance examination was too great, Zhang Sen relied on melatonin to forcefully change his daily routine, and then maintained it until now.

Zhang Sen was not dreaming.

It was in the darkness that he heard the sound of thunder. He was puzzled, and when he opened his eyes, he met Liu Qing's face.

"...It's really bad luck."

Liu Qing: "???"

Zhang Sen yawned, apparently still asleep, he blinked and asked, "What's wrong?"

Liu Qing rolled his eyes at him, and handed over a document: "Ming's Group appointed our firm to underwrite the architectural design of an art museum under them, and said that you will be responsible for this project yourself."

Zhang Sen frowned: "Ming's Group?"

Liu Qing looked at him: "Your ex-boyfriend."

"I remember, no need to remind."

"..." If he had a gun in his hand, Liu Qing estimated that he would aim at Zhang Sen's head and shoot without hesitation.

In this way, only myself and Chen Yuyu, the two founders of the branch office, are left to be popular at the end of the year.

"Understood, I am in charge." Zhang Sen raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, turned on the computer, and when he looked up, Liu Qing was still standing there looking at him.

"what happened again?"

Liu Qing didn't know whether he should ask, but when he saw Zhang Sen's face getting darker and darker, he still asked cruelly: "Uh...you know how to do bowel feeding?"

Zhang Sen stared at him for a few seconds, then laughed.

"I mean it!! Don't laugh!"

Seeing him like this, Liu Qing blushed anxiously.

Zhang Sen forced himself to suppress the corners of his mouth, and asked him, "Won't Chen Shaoyun help you?"

"Ah... how embarrassing this is."

"But he is your boyfriend. If you don't tell him about the enema, then once he has that idea, you can't keep rejecting it."

Liu Qing choked, "So I'm here to ask you?"

"It's useless for you to ask me, I won't, you have to confess this problem to Chen Shaoyun and let him take responsibility."

Liu Qing struggled for a while, his face turned red when he thought of that scene in his head.

Zhang Sen looked at him, smiled and shook his head: "It's just a small matter, if the real thing is done, wouldn't you die in shame and anger?"