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The first time Yan Zicheng met Fang Qiao was at the hometown party of X University.

It is a tradition of X University for many years for senior students to treat guests to dinner when freshmen first enter school, and it is also the first opportunity for immature freshmen to integrate into the new environment and make new friends.

To be honest, Yan Zicheng didn't like this kind of occasion, the environment was too noisy, and there were too many messy people. He was not in the nature of interacting with strangers, and he rarely talked on weekdays, and he was busy writing books. It's been a whole day, and I'm already a little drowsy at this time.If it weren't for Yang Ze's high interest and insisting on introducing someone to him, I'm afraid he would have been sleeping in the dormitory long ago.

The restaurant is not very big, and the taste of the food is not very good. The only advantage is that it can hold about [-] of them. When Yan Zicheng and Yang Ze arrived, everyone was already seated, and there was a clear distinction between grades. , the freshmen squeezed together somewhat crampedly, while the sophomores hugged each other in twos and threes, chatting enthusiastically. Seeing Yan Zicheng and the others coming, they hurriedly greeted each other enthusiastically.

"Brother, why did you come here? I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

"Hey, the great master is here, the great master is here, hurry up and give up your seat, these two are masters of the theater, god-level characters! Please show respect!" The boy who came over with a flattering face was called Chen Le, Sophomore this year, he had a good time with Yang Ze on weekdays, Yan Zicheng remembered him, he was a good man, he never offended anyone.

"Bah, you kid, don't talk nonsense here, how did we become great gods?" Yang Ze gave him a glare and scolded with a smile.

Yan Zicheng was looking for a seat in the crowd. Chen Le's words had an effect. Someone did make way for them, but unfortunately it was a slightly awkward seat, which happened to be sandwiched between the freshman and sophomore.

Yan Zicheng looked at the two people on both sides of the position. The sophomore seemed to know Yang Ze, and the freshman... was a very handsome boy. He was wearing a simple shirt and jeans, but his temperament was very attractive. He saw When they passed by, the other party happened to look back, showing a warm and appropriate smile.

Yan Zicheng thought for a while, walked over first, and sat down next to the freshman.

Once everyone is present, the party will soon begin.It is said to be a gathering of fellow villagers, but in the final analysis, is it because the seniors and sisters are performing their obligations to "beat" the new students?It is impossible to get together in normal times. The old "fellows" who are not very familiar will choose this day to form a group to show their "good friendship" to the new freshmen. The essence is to show The kindness is also to show off the old qualifications - after all, no one wants to see the new students too arrogant.

Yan Zicheng was not interested in this, so he seldom opened his mouth. He just quietly watched the little fresh meat being molested in various ways, his face was flushed, and he wanted to sing and dance like crazy.

He picked up a bottle of beer casually, nestled in his seat and poured himself a drink.Yang Ze was enthusiastically joining the group dungeon of "teaching/teaching" freshmen, and ignored him for a while, while the freshman boy sitting on the other side kept strangely quiet, and had no intention of talking to him at all.Yan Zicheng was so happy that he was even more silent.

"Ok, ang, the last one!" Finally, a girl yelled, turning everyone's attention to the boy beside him who had never spoken, "Junior brother, what's your name?"

Yan Zicheng paused the movements in his hands, and followed the crowd, looking at the boy with great interest.This guy didn't say a word from the beginning to the end. People who didn't know thought he was dumb. He was very special, different from every freshman who was eager to express himself.

"My name is Fang Qiao." The boy's self-introduction was very concise. He didn't look at the girl when he said it, but looked straight at Yan Zicheng. His eyes were ambiguous and inexplicable, which made Yan Zicheng's heart tremble slightly. .

As soon as he spoke, the audience was in an uproar.

What does it mean to have a good voice?Deep and magnetic is certainly an important trait, but what is even more attractive is the clear texture in his timbre, as well as the gorgeous voice. Fang Qiao's voice can almost be regarded as the best among them. , neat yet calm, clear yet slightly hoarse, even if it's just four words, it's quite flavorful.The head start probably refers to people like him.

However, this person's voice seems a little familiar...?

While Yan Zicheng was stunned, he heard Yang Ze who was sitting next to him remind him in a low voice, "This Fang Qiao is the freshman I want to introduce to you."

Even if Yang Ze didn't say anything, Yan Zicheng understood what he meant. X University’s broadcasting station has just been reformed in the past two years, and its personnel structure has been reshuffled. It is just at a time when it is in short supply, and it is in urgent need of fresh blood. If excellent talents cannot be found as soon as possible, the old cards of the Film and Television Academy for many years will probably be abolished. Well, when the time comes, I and Yang Ze, the two deputy directors, must bear the blame.

The Fang Qiao in front of them is undoubtedly their greatest hope.

Yan Zicheng smiled. For the first time tonight, he sincerely raised the wine glass in his hand, gently clinked it with the boy, and drank it down in one gulp.

The other freshmen looked over with a little envy in their eyes, and anyone could tell that Fang Qiao had already been appreciated by the junior seniors when they met for the first time.

"Hey, hey, it's not over yet!" The atmosphere on the wine table was a bit awkward for a while, and Chen Le quickly jumped out to smooth things over, "Fang Qiao, your introduction is too simple! Constellation blood type is good at love status, tell me quickly, don't think I can escape."

The boy smiled, without any fear, and spoke one by one as required.

Yan Zicheng is holding a glass of wine, listening absent-mindedly, his zodiac sign is Libra, his blood type is A, and he is good at singing and dubbing radio... As for the relationship status——

"I have someone I like, and I'm still chasing him." The boy replied with sincerity in his eyes, without any hesitation.

As soon as these words came out, it was natural that all kinds of teasing and pressing questions were indispensable. Fang Qiao just pursed his lips and smiled.

Tsk, the young man is really sincere.Yan Zicheng secretly felt that this kind of person who asked everything truthfully would suffer at the wine table sooner or later.Thinking about it this way, he suddenly realized that he was old again, but he was only two years older than the other party, but he was already tactful in every way.

Yan Zicheng, who casually picked up the wine glass, didn't know that it was actually not the first time he and Fang Qiao met.

Three years ago, Fang Qiao was just a freshman in high school, and she hadn't been forced to become an eight-athlon gentle and steady high school dog by the busy club affairs.

All members of the Broadcasting Station of the High School Affiliated to Normal University knew that Fang Qiao, a young rookie who had just entered the station, had a little goddess whom he was always yearning for.The little goddess is very powerful, the little goddess writes very well, the little goddess is very gentle, and will seriously reply to every letter from the readers, the little goddess likes him very much, because the two added each other as friends on Kiaokou...

But in the final analysis, although Fang Qiao can count so many advantages of the little goddess, she still can't say the name of the little goddess. She only knows the pen name of the article published in the magazine - Suzi.

Su Zi, a popular writer in the youth literature magazine "Floating Life", has successfully become popular among college students in a very short period of time. Although her gender is not disclosed, but combined with her pen name and her lingering style of writing, she has become popular among readers. Recognized as a delicate goddess.For a high school kid who is just sixteen and seventeen years old, he is indeed a god-level legend.

Everyone knows that Fang Qiao is also one of them's ardent fans, because this Gao Xiaoxiao fresh meat with a god-given gorgeous voice has insisted on broadcasting Suzi's articles and novels on the school station from the very beginning.

The voice of Xiao Xianrou was so nice that the seniors really didn't want to miss it. After a long negotiation with the school, they finally agreed to Fang Qiao's request, but there was only one condition, that there should be no explicit emotional descriptions.

As long as he can read it, Fang Qiao is very satisfied, so he readily agreed.

So, from noon on a certain day, the clear and gorgeous voices of boys often flowed in the campus, quietly telling passages of lingering words and stories.

However, sometimes, the eyes of the masses are not discerning.

For example, all the members of the radio station of the High School Affiliated to Normal University did not know that Fang Qiao, a young rookie who had just entered the station, still had a big male god in his heart.

Every time it was Fang Qiao's turn to be on duty, he would carefully move the microphone to a position close to the window, sit on the window sill by himself, look out in an awkward posture, and at the same time say into the microphone that it doesn't matter, whether it hurts or not if.

He was killing time.That person has not come yet, and he is waiting patiently.

The number of students downstairs in the radio station gradually decreased, and most of them had already returned to the dormitory after class to rest. At this moment, a boy appeared with books and notebooks in his arms.

The boy is wearing a clean senior uniform, which is only a style for senior high school students. His back is straight, and he walks smoothly. He went straight to the downstairs of the radio station, found a bench and sat down, opened the book in his hand, and read it quietly.

Fang Qiao was secretly relieved when he found the person he wanted to wait for.

"When the wind blows gently, it is the last time of the end of summer. Chen Xiaoyun knows that her time in high school is coming to an end. What she once hated and loathed, and what she once liked and loved deeply, They are all packed together and sent to the future quickly..."

The boy's voice is very clear, but with a hint of hoarseness during the voice change period. The two different textures are mixed together to form a special sexy taste, reminiscent of the snow water that has just melted in early spring, clear, and And cool and refreshing.Although what was read out were only simple sentences about youth and feelings, but it revealed a thousand turns of sentimentality, and the low-pitched singing was even more moving.

When Fang Qiao began to read out those familiar and fluent sentences, the boy sitting on the bench closed the book in his hand, raised his head slightly, and listened carefully, with a calm but serious expression, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, with a touch of A shallow smile.

For some reason, Fang Qiao felt happy just seeing the smile on his lips.

That boy's name was Yan Zicheng, and it didn't take much effort to find out his name, because he was recognized as the No.1 in liberal arts in the third year of high school. He was very good at writing articles and taking exams.

Fang Qiao likes him very much, likes his neat clothes, likes his tall and thin body, and also likes his attentive appearance of listening attentively.

Yan Zicheng also likes Suzi's article very much, Fang Qiao can see it, this makes him feel good about him.

The wind blew up the yellowed autumn leaves, swirled a few times in the air, and gently swept the boy's clothes, making him smile slightly.

"Hey, Zicheng!" Suddenly, a boy's energetic call came from the playground, interrupting the harmony in this small corner, "Stop reading, let's play ball together!"

The boy sitting on the bench smiled brightly. Holding the book in his arms, he stood up, waved in the direction of the sound, and trotted away.

By the time Fang Qiao finished reading all the manuscripts, the bench was already empty, with only a few withered yellow leaves remaining on it.

It was still autumn at that time, and there was still about half a year before the senior high school students graduated.

The author has something to say: the first chapter~ I hope everyone will like this article!

Two updates were posted on the first day, and there will be a second update at 07:30 in the evening!

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After a long absence of three years, the little fresh meat boiled into an old ham [Big Fog], the male god became a big male god, let's see Fang Qiao painstakingly GD "noble and glamorous" male god senior (づ￣3￣)づ