The consequences of wearing a roommate's skirt by mistake

"What's your turn?"

Lan Lan still didn't understand.But he couldn't wait any longer, he had already been delayed in getting the courier, and if he dragged on, he would be late for the advanced math class.

Wen Song cleared his throat solemnly, "I'm going."

"..."

ha?

Just like this, he carried the gift and walked into the confession scene without hesitation.The previous atmosphere was interrupted, and the attention of the three girls and Qin Qin was diverted to him at the same time.

Saw it last week.

Qin Qin looked at him and thought, it's the junior who hides the little porn book under the pillow.

"Sorry to bother you, if it takes a long time, can I go first?"

He clearly stated his reason for jumping in line: "Because I have to go to high school later."

"..."

Probably because of the sincere tone and methodical attitude that made people feel uneasy.

When it came to the details of the high math class, it sounded like a friend who was supposed to be with Qin Tan but was interrupted by the confession.

"No, no, we're leaving."

The girls waved their hands again and again, and finally said cheers to Qin Qin, "We will also go to the scene to support your performance in the future!"

Qin Tan said, "Thank you."

Wen Song blinked.

It's a fan.

Lan Lan instinctively felt that she was redundant, so she stayed where she was and watched without following.In a blink of an eye, only the two of them were left standing face to face.

Qin Tan's eyes were all drawn to him.

Sure enough, he was wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses that did not match his face.At a glance, the palm-sized face was half blocked.

It didn't stop the blush on his cheeks.I don't know if it's from the sun or because of something else, but it's flushed and tender, and looks very good.

It looks healthy.

After the conversation just now, Qin Qin took the lead in asking, "What do you want to do first?"

His voice was low, with that dull urn sound you get when you have a cold.My heart trembled when I heard it, and my ears felt a little itchy for no reason.

It is said in the book that all handsome guys speak in this voice, which makes them more attractive.

Wen Song thought he should act calmer, so he held back from rubbing his ears, and generously handed over the express delivery that had just been dismantled:

"This is for you."

Qin Tan was taken aback, thinking of something, paused for a few seconds before reaching out and taking the gift.

Wen Song was attracted by his hand again.

It was a graceful hand.The fingers holding the rope were bent and closed, and the knuckles turned white.Like a piece of art carved from cold jade, it is still slightly cold under such a scorching sun, but the edges of the joints and fingertips are faintly tinged with moist red.

The images in my mind came one after another.In the flashing close-up, the hand was stained with sweat, the fingers tightened tightly, and the white sheet was wrinkled...

Lustful, this hand!

Qin Tan asked, "Is there anything else?"

"Ah... nothing else."

The imaginative scene was interrupted, Wen Song felt embarrassed, and said goodbye quickly.

Confused, he retreated to the shade of the tree to look for Lan Lan, only to react suddenly——

Forgot to explain again!

Originally well-organized...it's all because of her beautiful and charming eyes.

Lan Lan also had an expression of "waiting for gossip" and "wanting to listen carefully".He could only sigh depressedly, "Let's talk on the way, you can't be late for advanced math class."

If it is doomed that the image cannot be restored, then forget it.Just pay them back.

The classrooms of Sixiu and Gaoshu are not in the same teaching building. You need to check the class schedule to confirm which classroom to go to.

He fumbled through both pockets and said to himself blankly, "Where is my cell phone?"

"..."

Lan Lan slapped her forehead, sighing louder than him, "Don't put them in that clothes bag together? Why are you confused, brother?"

Don't throw things like cell phones away.Buying a new one is not a problem, the key is how many shady things are cached in it.Especially his.

Fortunately, only a short distance away.At this moment, I don't care about the image anymore, Wen Song quickly turned around to look for it, and was surprised to find that Qin Tan was still standing where he was.

His hands are empty.

The bouquets and gift bags just received disappeared, and instead, there were delicate roses poking out their heads vigorously from the edge of the trash can.

And that light pink gift bag.

**

The two looked at each other briefly.

Wen Song burst out laughing.

This person is very strange.

Qin Tan looked at him even more strangely.

Witnessing this scene with my own eyes, instead of feeling angry or embarrassed, I laughed.

"If you don't want it, you can just refuse me."

Wen Song took a closer look at the trash can, carefully avoiding others, pulled out the gift bag and dumped it on the ground.In addition to the cardboard box for the clothes, the mobile phone is also there.

Holding the cardboard box, he picked up the phone, and asked Qin Tan like a kindergarten teacher would to a child, "What kind of compensation do you want? Or I'll transfer the money to you directly."

"no need."

Qin Tan was silent for a moment, then added in a low voice, "Nothing is needed."

He wants nothing.

Wen Song was a little embarrassed, thought for a while and said, "Then let me apologize again."

"I didn't mean to touch your things. When I tried it, I thought it was given to me by someone else. Sorry."

Qin Qin nodded, accepting the statement.

Wen Song shook the box in his hand, "Then I'll take this away."

This trip, Lan Lan stayed with him the whole time, and he didn't understand what he heard.Until the two sides turned around and walked separately, they yelled dissatisfiedly, "Why are you still apologizing to him? How can you feel sorry for him? Obviously he has a problem!"

"yes."

Wen Song said with great interest, "Should I wait until I'm far away before throwing it away?"

"..."

Theoretically, if it is given to him, it belongs to him, and it seems that there is no problem in disposing of it at will.

It's the attitude that makes people uncomfortable.Even Wen Song went on to talk about the misunderstanding in the dormitory, but it didn't make the unhappiness less.

Lan Lan complained, "You are too friendly to him."

Wen Song didn't care, "Because I have a friend who likes him very much, that little netizen I mentioned to you before."

Aiwu and Wuma have always been like this.There's nothing wrong with being lenient.

You can be a little more tolerant of handsome guys.

"I seem to have a little impression." Lan Lan pondered, "Whose fan is it... Qin Tan? The one just now... Damn? He is Qin Tan?!"

The brain circuit was opened.

When the cause and effect are connected together, I understand where the familiarity of hearing this name came from before, "Then you are sharing a dormitory with an Internet celebrity."

Wen Song corrected: "It's the original singer."

Because he likes Mr. Chengshi, he also tried to draw manga, which proved that he is a person with little artistic talent. Since then, he has a kind of reverence for art creators such as art and music.

It's a bit embarrassing for someone who is obviously talented to be generalized by the term "Internet celebrity".

"Besides, I heard from the brother in the dormitory that he doesn't usually go back. So do I, so we probably won't see each other very often in the future."

Wen Song stopped, threw the phone to Lan Lan, freed his hand to remove the delicate gift box, and put the skirt into the old clothes recycling bin on the side of the road.

He usually doesn't like to wear skirts, and he doesn't have any friends to transfer them to, so he can only dispose of them.

Lan Lan said, "Aren't you allowed to wear it for school celebrations?"

"I have another pair of the same style over there, please take it home for washing." Wen Song laughed, "Why do you use such an expectant tone."

"Hey." Lan Lan scratched her head, "To be honest, I want to see it too."

It is not too much to join in the fun.

Throwing the carton into the trash can, Wen Song's hands are also empty.

This matter should be regarded as the end, but for some reason, it always makes people miss, "Do you think... he was really accidentally bumped into by us?"

"what does it mean."

Lan Lan didn't understand, "Could it be that you want us to see it when you throw it? It's unreasonable."

Wen Song hesitated and shook his head.

"I also do not understand."

Completely different from the slow external performance, there is a certain kind of keenness in his nature, and he can't explain the reason, but it can only be classified as a kind of intuition.But at least it can tell whether a person is malicious or not.

A person who has listened to fans' long-winded confessions under the sun, but has no patience to take two extra steps to find a trash can in the distance?

Lan Lan didn't have such a meticulous mind, so she put the phone back to him and reminded at the right time, "Your high math."

...High numbers!

I don't have time to figure out people's hearts.Jogging along the school road, Wen Song stepped on the bell and entered the classroom.

Usually, he deliberately avoids running and jumping. This level of exercise is already considered intense for him. After he came in, he hid in the last row to adjust his breathing.

The students next to him who came late and slipped in through the back door all took a breath before him.Seeing his shortness of breath, he even slipped out to buy a bottle of mineral water and brought it back to him, "Sip it and squeeze it." Wen Song took the water, took off the fogged lenses, and looked at the enthusiastic classmate.

The other party also wears glasses, his hair is pushed short and energetic, and his attitude is easy-going, like the kind you often see when walking on campus.

But not in the same class.

It seems to be someone I don't know.

He tilted his head slightly in doubt, the water in his eyes gleamed, and even the sight he cast was covered in a layer of water vapor.

For some reason, the other party avoided his gaze.He coughed twice, trying to cover it up, and lowered his volume, "Take a meditation class... I'll sit right behind you."

"At that time you were reading Teacher Chengshi's new work, weren't you?"

……it turns out!

Forgetting to breathe for a moment, Wen Song nodded vigorously.

"It won't be updated until Thursday though."

"Hahaha, so are you reading last week's talk, are you reviewing? One said that his body drawing is so good, the lines are simply art! It's just that the light and shadow are a little weaker."

"How could it be! Teacher Chengshi's light and shadow are also very fairy."

"Then you should really like the light and cool color. It does have a sense of atmosphere, but I like the color with higher saturation..."

The line agents are talking about what they learned in high school, just catch up with the roll call.In this class, Wen Song received the biggest surprise of the day, which was not repeated knowledge——

But a hobby of elementary school students.

Then it makes sense to choose the same club.

"I also belong to the animation club. Add a WeChat account? In the future, there will be activities in the club, so we can join together."

He took out his mobile phone and put it in front of Wen Song, and said friendly, "Zheng Xige. They all call me Gege."

Wen Song scanned it, happily passed the friend application, and added an introduction: "My name is Wen Song."

Zheng Xige was amused, and looked at him again, "It turns out that you were the unlucky guy who was fined to wear a skirt and parade in the street on the school day when they said that they had dinner together that night."

Wen Song: "..."

Has it spread to this extent?

"I didn't go to the fellowship dinner that night. I knew you were having such a good time, so I went to join in the fun."

Seeing his complex expression, Zheng Xige thought he was speechless and wanted to wear a skirt, and comforted him, "Don't worry, your waist is thin and your skin is white, and your face is so small, when the time comes, you will wear a wig to block it out and no one will recognize it. They take a few pictures and they'll let you go."

In fact, I just remembered the roommate crisis caused by a skirt.

Wen Song listened to him and said with relish: "The one you met is not the worst. I looked at the club photo album, and there is still a dark history of swimsuit cosplay in the last comic."

Wen Song: "...wow."

really play.

He is not very interested in anime, he just likes to read manga.But when I was choosing clubs, I went around and there were only animation clubs, so I chose the one that was closest to my hobbies.

I used to have a more or less stereotyped impression, thinking that the members of the animation club are bound to the otaku attribute, and they will not be too keen on socializing. Only after joining the club did I realize that it is a group of people who are crazy.

The society has a wine bureau every weekend.This week was no exception, Zheng Xige immediately invited him to go with him.

The last time I was fed too badly was still fresh in my memory, Wen Song refused without thinking, "You can call me when you go to the comic exhibition."

He bid farewell to the high math class, went to the dining hall to finish dinner, took a walk along the small garden to digest food, and as night fell, he passed by the library to read magazines for an hour, and returned to the dormitory at eight o'clock.

It was pitch black in the dormitory, and he was the first to come back.So relaxing in his own small space, he hummed a tune slowly and went to wash up.

His skin is sensitive and easily turns red when he is slightly irritated.I got too much sun today, after taking a shower, I took the gel prepared in the small refrigerator and applied a cold compress for 10 minutes, then washed it off carefully, and applied a thin layer of body lotion.

After washing and tidying up, I went to bed on time at nine o'clock, and went to bed after reading comics.

More refined health regimen than retired veteran cadres.

He rarely stays up late.Good kids don't have night life, only occasionally when there is no one else in the dormitory, they will read comics and babble.

No one else came back that night, probably another night for him alone.

It's time to babble again.But he was not very interested, he didn't read the comics, and was worried about his phone.

He is not very good at socializing, and he relies on others to meet new friends, even chatting with netizens.

Looking at the stagnant chat records in the private message on Weibo, Wen Song hesitated for a while, wondering if he should care about the other party.

Last week, the little black fan suddenly proposed to meet, and suddenly canceled it. Although he didn't explain too much, it always made people wonder if something happened in the third dimension.

He knows that many people seek friendship online just to separate themselves from real life.Their chats have always been mainly spiritual exchanges, and they haven't mentioned the real situation much.

If you ask rashly, will it make the other person feel uncomfortable?

too difficult.Socializing is so hard.

He lay on the bed and sighed over and over again, and occasionally raised his legs and kicked the bed board shaking.

In the darkness, another person's voice suddenly came from the upper bunk, as if he couldn't bear it anymore:

"Is one comic not enough for you?"

"..."

There's someone on top!

Wen Song was so frightened that he almost had a heart attack, and sat up abruptly.

It was more nasal than the one heard during the day, but it was clearly Qin Qin's voice.Probably because he came back too early and stayed on the upper bunk all the time without any movement, only now did he make a noise to know that he was there.

What were you thinking about just now?When talking to yourself, did you express your strange inner os? !

Obviously he is also there, why didn't he speak!

Wen Song's mind was in a mess, and he hurriedly got out of bed to touch the switch of the main light, looking for words messily to cover up his guilt.

"I... that's... why are you rummaging through my things?"