The consequences of wearing a roommate's skirt by mistake

The meditation class was originally not on Saturday, and the final assessment was adjusted according to the teacher's time.I don't usually attend class in this classroom, and everyone came one after another, and they didn't sit in groups.

When Wen Song came in, he still sat in the back row as usual, and when he came in through the back door, he went to the front podium to copy the ppt into the computer.His group number is fairly high, and he should be there before the end of the first period.

On the podium, several top-ranked group representatives are waiting.Zheng Xige unplugged the USB flash drive, moved away from the computer, did not immediately step off the podium, looked at him and smiled, "When I saw you before, I wanted to say that this color suits you quite well."

"Really." Wen Song looked at the computer screen, and subconsciously touched his hair when he heard this, "It's easy to fall off."

"Hmm..." Zheng Xige glanced at the last row of the classroom, "How are you and Qin Tan?"

"not bad."

Wen Song copied the ppt to the desktop, and quickly gave up the computer to talk to him, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, just asking."

Zheng Xige avoided the classmates next to him, and said in a low voice, "I may, I really don't know him, and I talk too much. But I just hope you can live better, there is no other meaning."

There are many unstable factors in Qin Qin's body, and it does seem dangerous.His previous reminder was not entirely malicious, Wen Song nodded and said, "I understand Gege, thank you."

"Hey, why did you send me a good person card all of a sudden." Zheng Xige hesitated for a moment, but still tried to ask him, "Can we still play together in the future? Go swimming or...go to a comic exhibition or something."

"Yes." He said generously, "Let's go with everyone."

Zheng Xige nodded, helplessly and understandingly, "I understand."

When I got back to my seat, I just rang the class bell.Wen Song pulled the chair away, and out of the corner of his eye, Qin Qin turned his head away as if angry, unwilling to look at him.

"Are you jealous if you say a few words?" Wen Song opened the iPad and threw it to him, "I haven't finished my homework today."

People who don't hand in their homework don't even deserve to be jealous.

Qin Qin unhappily opened the canvas, poked around with the pen for a while before calming down and painting.It's just that the efficiency is very low, and most of the class has passed without a draft.

The teacher was on the podium and picked up the microphone, "The next one is... Wen Song from the sixth group."

"It's my turn."

Qin Qin stopped writing and watched the people around him stand up and walk to the podium.

There are very few people like him who earnestly complete their homework to the best of their best, with rigorous structure and clear organization, even in the most foolish electives, such as contemplative courses.The teacher sits in the first row and registers the grades on the spot, nodding frequently, with a meaningful look in his eyes.It's just that no one knows why yet.

When the PowerPoint was placed on the last page, he politely bowed slightly to signal, and even the routine applause at the end of each group seemed more sincere.

Across the entire classroom, Qin Tan watched him handle his affairs in an orderly manner, proud and disappointed.

Among the applause at the end, there was a row that was particularly enthusiastic, because the naked eye could see that they were complacent about getting a good score.

But that score is only for Wen Song.

The teacher adjusted his glasses, picked up the microphone and said, "The next one is the sixth group."

There was a small commotion in the classroom.A classmate in that row stood up and said, "Teacher, the sixth group just talked about it."

Just as Wen Song returned to his seat and sat down, he snorted disgustedly, cute and arrogant.

"Just now is the report given by Wen Song of the sixth group, and he will be scored separately." The teacher said, "What about the reports of the other members of the sixth group, are you not prepared?"

"..."

Wen Song rested his chin on one hand, listening to the turbulent discussion in the classroom and watching the play.

He went to the office early in the morning, and after explaining the cause and effect, he got the teacher's permission and divided into a group alone.The rest of the sixth group didn't know, they thought that he didn't reply to the group chat any more, it was the default that he took the wrongdoing to the end, and even made a few jokes on the way to class.

At this time, he was pushed out of the shelves and had to push someone to the podium to give a report. Even the ppt was temporarily copied from the group chat that Wen Song posted the night before.

It is conceivable that the content is exactly the same as what was just reported.

The discussion in the classroom became louder.

The students on the podium endured cold sweat to cope with the errands, flipped through the ppt and talked about it, just to get a pass.However, just as the disaster was about to end, he turned to the penultimate page.The conspicuous font size indicates the division of labor. From data collection to the speaker, everything is "Wen Song".

The sound of sneering from nowhere quickly infected the entire class and turned into a roar of laughter.

Wen Song was also taken aback.

Because he couldn't remember other people's names, and because he was obsessive-compulsive, he didn't want to leave a space after the colon, so he filled in all the blank spaces in the ppt sent to the group chat, thinking that they would change it later.

I didn't expect that these people really haven't even looked at the ppt until now.

But if you flip through it casually, you won't come up with this kind of oolong.

The teacher didn't bother to spend any more time, "Except for Wen Song, the rest of the sixth group should retake the course."

Today's meditation class is undoubtedly the most exciting part of the whole semester.When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, many people passed by Wen Song and cast tacit glances. Even Zheng Xige passed by and said with a smile, "It's really you."

He wanted to pat Wen Song's shoulder casually, but when he glanced at the person next to him, he withdrew his hand tactfully, "See you next semester."

Wen Song nodded, "See you next semester."

All subjects are basically over next week, and then they will just wait for the final exam. Students who are not majors will have little chance to meet each other.

The freshman year is about to end like this, and I feel quite emotional when I think about it.He sighed and heard Qin Tan ask, "What do you want to eat today?"

"Sweet and sour short ribs." He said casually, "Why don't you just go to the third canteen and pack a copy back, so you don't have to..."

"I can do it." Qin Qin interrupted, "Go home and eat."

"Oh." It's very troublesome to think about going to the supermarket to buy fresh short ribs and various ingredients for seasoning.

Thankfully I didn't do it.

Wen Song thought with peace of mind.

He is not interested in everything in the kitchen and is not allowed to intervene. He just gnaws on an apple and circles around the stove to cry hungry.

I vented my anger on myself today, and I could have gone out to have a big meal and be happy.But Qin Qin seemed to be determined to go home, so he followed him back, chatted with Lan Lan while cooking, and asked where to meet in the evening.Sure enough, it's a new bar that I haven't been to.

Lan Lan asked him, "Aren't you bringing Qin Tan along?"

"He can't go, he still has homework to do." Wen Song said.

Qin Qin could also hear it in the kitchen, but he didn't refute a word.I couldn't taste the food for lunch, and in the afternoon, I watched Wen Song take a nap and went out right after waking up, "Didn't I have an appointment for the evening?"

"That's right. But there seems to be a comic book store upstairs next to the address mentioned by Lan Lan. I want to go there first."

Wen Song just remembered before going out, and transferred him today's 50 yuan pocket money, "I won't come back to eat tonight, you can order a takeaway by yourself."

"..."

Qin Qin watched him disappear at the door, and stood facing the closed door for a long time.He walked into the study silently again, turned on the iPad and continued to complete the painting homework.

Every stroke feels awkward.He stared anxiously at the screen, and tapped the glass jar with the end of his pen, and the crisp sound continued, turning into some kind of mechanical noise.

Wen Song only left for half an hour.

He put down his pen, walked out of the community by himself for the first time in days, walked aimlessly around the school, stopped in front of the newly opened flower shop, spent two days of pocket money, and bought white roses and blue flowers. Hydrangea, covered with bright green eucalyptus leaves, is a beautiful bunch.

He was tall, handsome and thoughtful, and the clerk praised him with a bit of sincere envy, "Your girlfriend will be very happy to receive the flowers."

Qin Qin looked down at the vibrant flowers in his arms, and said inexplicably, "He doesn't want it."

"..."

Noticing that his tone and expression were slightly weird, the clerk restrained all his extra thoughts, and politely invited him out, "Go slowly, welcome to visit next time."

Qin Tan didn't mind her attitude, and walked around the school with the flowers in his arms.He still remembers the classroom he broke into when he and Wen Song were dating for the first time, and it was the fake student union that brought him out.Since then, Wen Song is willing to go with him wherever he goes.

Never left him.

Sitting in an empty classroom, Qin Tan opened Weibo and switched to another account.

The chat history stayed a long time ago, and the other party sent a sentence, "Hahaha, it's so weird, I really want to see with my own eyes what kind of person you are."

He knew that this was not the end of the chat between the two, but he had deleted all the sentences he didn't want to see in his own mind.

He kept flipping through the chat records, his fingers slid across the ghostly shadows on the screen.The other hand crushed the tender rose petals, and the sweet fragrance stuck to the fingertips.

**

[Little Black Fan: Do you have something to do in the afternoon? 】

[Little Black Fan: I have something to tell you]

In the bookstore, Wen Song unexpectedly received a private message. After thinking for a while, he put down the manga in his hand and sat on a chair in the rest area to reply seriously.

[Warm water delivery service: It’s okay, it’s fine if I talk with you]

[Warm water delivery service: What kind of words?You can also say it face to face]

[Little Black Fan: Do you want to see me? 】

【Warm water service: of course】

I have been typing on the opposite side for a long time, which reminds me of whether I am considering the address.He almost thought that he was really going to meet this time, until a message was sent from the other side, which had nothing to do with the address.

[Little Black Fan: Wouldn't your boyfriend be upset if you came to see me? 】

Wen Song: "..."

What are you doing, are you addicted to directing and acting yourself?

He simply played with him, and played back even more vigorously.

[Warm water service: I don’t have a boyfriend]

[Warm water delivery service: There is no late return access control, and it is okay to see you any later]

Qin Qin didn't know that he had obtained information from Dr. Duan, so he probably thought he was just teasing a netizen whom he had never met.

Wen Song thought, maybe the vest would come off when he was shocked, and this opportunity must not be missed.

But on the other side, there was nothing left.Wen Song tentatively sent another question mark emoji, but there was still no response.

Is this giving up?

After thinking about it, he felt that something was wrong, his intuition was uneasy, and he couldn't read the comics anymore. He called Lan Lan and went home directly.

The house is as quiet as usual, but it seems that the atmosphere is abnormal.There was a fresh bouquet of flowers in the living room. He only glanced at it briefly, then walked in and called out "Qin Tan" a few times.

The door of the study room was not closed, and Qin Qin sat behind the desk silently drawing with his head down.He leaned against the door and breathed a sigh of relief, complaining, "Why are you ignoring me?"

Qin Qin raised his eyes to look at the door, with fear and anger in his eyes, entangled in overwhelming love, and the wind and rain were about to come, he dropped his pen and stood up and strode closer.Wen Song guessed that he would be angry because of those two private messages, but he didn't expect to be so angry, he trembled after being stared at, turned around and ran away instinctively——

Couldn't run away.

What is an ungentle kiss?Curiosities in late-night conversations in hotels were satisfied.But the timing is not right.

Wen Song resisted him with difficulty, but was pulled into his arms and pressed even tighter, the pain caused by the indeterminate bite was greater than the pleasure.But what sounds more painful is the one who inflicted the pain.

"I'm already very obedient." With astonishing strength, he whispered sadly, "Isn't it enough to have me?"

Before Wen Song could say anything, he was staggered into the bedroom and pressed onto the bed. He heard the sound of something breaking and scattered all over the floor.Before he could see clearly, the top of his head bumped against the bedside and let out a painful "ah".

For a moment, I couldn't tell whether it was more painful on the top or the bottom, shy and annoyed, and pushed back with hands and feet, "...Get down for me! Qin Tan! Wake up!"

"..."

Qin Qin's movements suddenly stopped, and he stared at him blankly.

Wen Song was able to catch his breath, and struggled to sit up, with half of his shoulders exposed in the air and swishing coldly. He tried to pull up the neckline, only to find that it was almost torn to the cuffs, and he had to throw it away.

There was a dull pain in the corner of the mouth, and a lick had a fishy-sweet taste, "Calm down first."

"……sorry."

Qin Qin looked at his embarrassed appearance, as if he realized what he had done at this time, and wanted to reach out to him but was afraid of being hated even more, tears fell down, "Yes, I'm sorry...I'm sorry. "

Wen Song was in a trance for a while.It seems that he was not the one who messed up just now, but the one who was bullied, "Don't cry...why are you crying when I hurt you to death."

The string of shell wind chimes that had been hanging by the bed was broken.He seemed to have found his place, got out of bed and knelt on the floor to clean up, picked up the scattered shells and tiny beads, before tears were shed, "I'm sorry... yes, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, just put it together again. I'll clean it up later."

Wen Song couldn't bear to blame him, so he pulled him to the bed, wiped away his tears and asked softly, "Stop crying. Are you feeling unwell?"

Qin Qin's tears fell even more fiercely, "I...I hurt."

Wen Song glanced down, and barely zipped his trousers, which made him grunt. "Apart from here, where else does it hurt?"

"It hurts everywhere."

It's worth it.Wen Song changed his clothes and dragged him out, "Get up and go to the hospital."

Something was wrong with Qin Qin, and he had to run to the hospital every three days, and he knew the route by heart.It happened for a reason, and I found out after consulting a doctor that it may be due to the transition period of changing the drug. "After partial withdrawal of the drug, the dopamine function rebounds and will involuntarily show stereotyped movements. Loss of sleep leads to increased anxiety and agitated behavior."

Wen Song frowned and asked, "How long have you not slept?"

Qin Qin didn't dare to tell the truth, so he only replied vaguely, "I can't sleep."

Home is not as small as a hotel.As soon as the bedroom door was closed, the sound was cut off, and his confusing behavior of mopping the floor in the living room in the middle of the night has never been discovered.

There is also a reason why he was driven out to sleep in the study and the living room.Wen Song patted his hair angrily, "From now on, I will sleep in the same bed with me every day."

Qin Qin took time out of all kinds of grief to thank the doctor a little more, and said with red eyes, "Oh."

The tears didn't stop all the way, he cried from home to the hospital, and from the hospital back home, Wen Song poured him two glasses of water before asking what was going on.

"You don't take me to meet your friends, and you don't take me home. Do you, don't you want me?" He was so wronged that he said, "Since you don't, you don't need me anymore. You still want me, what are you doing when you come back?"

Wen Song froze for a while, not knowing whether to cry or laugh, "You are at home...what are you thinking about."

"I didn't say I didn't want you. Every time Lan Lan made an appointment, she went to the bar. The mess there would affect you. That's why I didn't let you go."

"Then you're not going either?"

"What do you think?" Wen Song pointed to the outside, and wiped his tears helplessly, "It's not until six o'clock, and I came back before it was dark. Why go to a bar? I'm gone today, Lan Lan said His girlfriend's plane might be delayed, so I simply pushed and came back directly, not going anywhere."

Only then did Qin Qin listen to all the words in his head, and replaced "I don't deserve to go to the bar with him" with "He said the bar is not good enough for me", and the lethal amount of depression and grievance accumulated in his heart was reduced by half, "Really? ,That……"

He hesitated to speak, and swallowed the second half of the sentence back into his stomach with a whimper.

Wen Song knew what that sentence should have been, and just waited for him to ask about the private message chat in the afternoon.

He still keeps a small Weibo account that he refuses to disclose, and he holds it in his hand like a miser.It's like leaving a retreat for myself, for fear that one day we will be separated again, and the personal torture not long ago will come again, and there is also a way to watch Wen Song from a distance.

But that is not acceptable.

After so many days at home, Wen Song has been waiting for him to say it himself.It's not an apology, but a promise that can no longer be broken without leaving a way out.

But he would rather swallow his depression and grievances back into his stomach, and didn't say anything in the end.

Probably still not in a hurry.Wen Song sighed, reflecting on whether he was too harsh and pushed him too hard.

If that account can make him feel safe, it's no big deal for him to hold on to it.

Qin Qin tentatively lay down in his arms, and saw that he didn't push any more, so she hugged his waist and rubbed her hands in peace.Seeking a sense of dependence like a puppy.Wen Song smoothed his hair with his fingers, watching him slowly calm down, "You still want to go home with me? I'll take you back to see grandpa during the summer vacation, okay?"

The little milk dog closed his eyes and refused, "I don't want to go. I'm afraid."

"..."

It's honest.

Not long after, the doorbell rang. It was the fishing line bought on the way back and delivered from a nearby supermarket.The two went to the bedroom together to collect the broken shells and small pearls on the ground, and re-strung them into strings based on their impressions.

Except that the knots are too obvious, not to mention exactly the same, at least they have restored a seventy-eight percent similarity. Wen Song thought it was a success.

Just a bunch of extra parts.He strung the remaining broken shells and small pearls into a small string, thought for a while, opened the bedside table, took out the ring that had been kept for a long time, put them into the bracelet and tied them on Qin Tan's wrist, "Okay, look It’s all yours, not one less.”

Qin Qin just calmed down, looked carefully for a while, and was so ugly that he cried, "It's so ugly... Okay, so ugly, Wen Song."

"..."

Wen Song: "Spell out the sentence for me!"

"sorry."

He bowed his head and curled his lips. Seeing that he was about to shed another wave of tears, Wen Song hurriedly coaxed, "It's not ugly. You look good in anything you wear."

"Really."

"It's more real than pearls. It's more real than your teardrops!"

"..."

If you think I'm pretty, why would you want to see someone else?See you later.

Qin Tan repeated it silently many times in his heart, but he dared not say it out loud, even though he knew that Wen Song still had "another person" in his heart.

The so-called retreat has become a punishment.He got a taste of asking for trouble.But in the next second, Wen Song said, "You bought me flowers? They are beautiful."

He felt happy again.

It took a long time to stop this day.Wen Song gave him two tablets of Valium, and he was relieved to see him fall asleep with his own eyes.

The next day Qin Tan woke up and saw him lying beside him. Before he had time to be happy, he remembered all the embarrassments he had made yesterday, so he lay down and pretended to be dead.

Wen Song accepted it quite naturally, and he had seen it in the hotel.But the necessary threat is still there, "You can try to take off my pants again."

Qin Tan: "Oh."

Soul out of the body.

The doctor said to take part in more social activities beneficial to physical and mental health.As soon as this happened, Wen Song thought about it, and felt that it was not good to stay at home all the time, so he asked him if he would go back to Xiao Chen's bar to sing, and choose a quiet night with few people.

Qin Qin agreed.On the same day, he was forced to take a nap, and Wen Song answered Chuchu's call.So when I woke up from a nap, I was asked again, "Do you want to record a show? It's a music variety show."

Qin Qin pondered for a while, "Can't you afford me? I can just eat one meal a day."

"..."

Wen Song didn't hear too much detail on the phone, "Let the agent tell you tonight."

Meet at Xiao Chen's bar in the evening.Since the bar was smashed last time, Qin Tan hasn't come back. Although he has already compensated for the damage, he still feels sorry to see Boss Xiao Chen.

The boss was very angry, "It's normal to open a bar. Some time ago, the surname Zhou stayed with me every day, and also contributed extra water."

"..."

"I haven't seen them coming again recently, just in time for you to come back."

Wen Song and Qin Qin looked at each other, knowing that because of the finalization of the ownership of the inheritance, they would not get any benefits when they came again.

"Sing a show tonight?" Boss Xiao Chen said with a smile, "Don't fix those ups and downs, just sing quietly all night."

He is kind to Qin Qin, and he can be regarded as half an elder.The two had a lot to say about old times. Wen Song told him not to drink, so he stopped participating. He went to the bar to pick up Lan Lan, "Why did you come here suddenly?"

"Don't mention it, my girlfriend let me go. I agreed to go on a date tonight, but suddenly left me to talk about work." Lan Lan walked in with him discouraged, "I don't want to go home, I'll be with you guys tonight Let's mix together."

It's Wednesday and there aren't many people in the bar.The three of them sat and chatted together, waiting for the manager to arrive.Lan Lan didn't say any more harsh words, just sat and chatted like this, the atmosphere seemed to be the same as before.

After nine o'clock, Chu Chu finally arrived late.

Before Wen Song and Qin Qin stood up, Lan Lan rushed to the door first, smiling like a sunflower, "How do you know I'm here?"

"..."

Lan Lan happily turned her head and introduced, "This is my girlfriend."

Inexplicably, four people got together for a date.

Wen Song and Qin Qin looked at each other silently again, with the same words in their eyes.

It was conveyed by Wen Song, "You... don't want to work hard?"

Chu Chu sat down gracefully, as if she had expected the situation today.Putting down the bag, exchanged a symbolic greeting for a few minutes, then put the little boyfriend aside, and then turned serious and talked about business, "They asked you to participate last month, but I pushed back because the situation didn't allow it. I came to contact again a few days ago, you If you want to participate, come with me for an interview."

The one who came to contact her was a music web variety show, which is expected to be recorded and broadcast during the summer vacation.This year's theme is the band season. In order to discover newcomers, all interviews are done by amateurs, with a high degree of freedom. The semi-draft mode is used to record and broadcast at the same time.Each one is very suitable for Qin Qin.

Wen Song was sitting next to him, watching his eyes light up when he heard the keywords he liked, like a small light bulb.

"There is another origin you may want to know."

Chu Chu knocked on the table emphatically, and everyone focused on her and listened obediently, "Although it's an online variety show, it was produced exclusively by Satellite TV, and many of the programs are the evolution of the former TV talent show to today The predecessor of this program was "Singing in My Heart".

"What's on my mind?" Lan Lan was confused, but Wen Song immediately realized it.

It was Qin Yun who had gone to the rehearsal, but had no chance to actually be on the stage.

Qin Tan didn't answer right away, neither saying yes nor no.But Wen Song thought that he kept that old photo all the time, probably because he hoped that his mother could fulfill his wish.It is rare to have the opportunity to be on that stage for her.

"Go if you like." Wen Song encouraged.

Qin Tan looked at him quietly.Behind him is the small round stage of the bar, with electric piano, mic, guitar, bass and drums, and the instruments are shining brightly under the lights.

He still can't imagine what kind of stage there will be in the variety show, but the memory of the stage here is especially fresh.I remember Wen Song sitting leisurely under the stage, looking at him with a smile in his eyes.

Wen Song likes the performance here, and will also like to see him stand on a bigger stage.

He wanted Wen Song to point to him happily like before and say, that's my lead singer.

I want Wen Song to only see him.

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