The consequences of wearing a roommate's skirt by mistake

The portrait on the opposite side is a light purple hand-painted flower, and the tone of the chat is always gentle and gentle.

Even if he occasionally behaves erratically, suddenly saying that the meeting was suddenly canceled, he just cares about "how is your life", and doesn't blame him for further investigation.

Qin Tan thinks she should be a quiet and intelligent little girl.

He has two Weibo accounts.The tuba is used to post songs, and the trumpet is used to chat with little girls besides giving likes to myself.

The other party obviously didn't know that this "Qin Qin's special trumpet" was really Qin Qin's own trumpet.Although we met in the comment area at the beginning, the topic of chatting has become more and more rich, and the person "Qin Tan" is rarely mentioned.

Why are you interested in chatting about his gossip today?

It's hard not to be surprised by Gossip himself.

[Warm water delivery service: I just found out that Qin Tan is also a college student, I thought he was an artist before]

【Warm water service: Are you okay】

[Qin Qin's special trumpet: okay]

[Qin Qin's special trumpet: Do you know him?Or listen to others? 】

[Warm water service: I have a friend who is roommate with him]

"I have a friend"?

This sentence pattern is very familiar.

If it's a friend, it's most likely a freshman too.There are four people in the dormitory, and Qin Qin directly excluded the other two classmates from his mind. Wen Song's words from the night before are still in his ears——

Such a clever timing.

[Qin Qin's special trumpet: Is your friend also studying in C University?]

[Warm water delivery: yes]

[Qin Qin's special trumpet: what major? 】

The rhythm of the conversation on the other side suddenly stopped, as if thinking about whether to answer.

Qin Qin also realized in this gap that his series of questioning was too eager and abnormal.In the past, out of respect, each other never asked each other's private information.

Song Qingran finished the phone call, turned around and saw him staring at the chat interface on the screen, his expression changed slightly, "Have you made new friends?"

"What new friends do you want, who dares to recruit me."

Qin Tan answered like this more than once or twice, and today is no exception.

"It's better for everyone to stay away from me."

Song Qingran relaxed a little, and said as always, "Anyway, you still have me."

He and Qin Tan have known each other since middle school, and they know each other well.Even if the university went to Japan, it still takes ten and a half months to come back.

He is the only person around Qin Tan who can be regarded as a friend. Occasionally, when he thinks about it, he doesn't know whether to be happy or worried.

I still hope to keep it like this, at least not bad or bad.

"Your state of depression this time is stronger than before. Could it be offset by a cold?"

Song Qingran half-jokingly said, "I asked Aunt Lin before I went back to China, and she said that you haven't gone to the follow-up visit for a few days. Do you want me to go with you?"

"No. I know it myself."

"Lack of money?"

"Always missing."

"..."

At this time, Qin Qin received a reply from the other side.

[Warm water service: software engineering]

There is a subtle bleakness in my heart.It was as if something was pushed down before it turned up.

"It's not because of lack of money."

Qin Tan said, "I don't want to go."

"……Too."

Song Qingran nodded, smiled and said, "It's annoying to grow old. Then whenever you want to go, just call me."

"understood."

Qin Qin responded perfunctorily, and clicked into the homepage of the chat partner.

Her personal information was a mess, obviously hidden on purpose.He rarely posted on Weibo, and he didn't even leave a commemoration of something worth showing off like being admitted to C University, and he couldn't find any identity information related to real life.

Song Qingran asked, "Do you still catch up on sleep?"

Qin Tan didn't answer, paused, but asked an inexplicable question.

"You said, will there be a software engineering major in the Department of Physics?"

"..."

Song Qingran laughed, "Isn't software engineering from the Department of Computer Science?"

Yes.

He didn't say anything more.Turning over the phone and buckling it on the bar, she returned to her sleepy posture.

Take with warm water.

A few days ago, the urge to see her no matter what had just cooled down, but because of this episode, his heart was agitated again.

She is special.

The length of chat records between two people can be published as a novel.Although sometimes we contact each other only once in ten days and a half months, as long as we have time and interest, we can talk about anything.

In the longest chat record, the conversation lasted more than ten hours.

From evening to early morning, they discussed Brahms' life in the middle of the night, and deduced the formula of Roche's limit at dawn.Why do wild geese fly south, the season when sardines migrate, whether tofu is salty or sweet, and strange and weird topics can also be discussed with great interest.

If it wasn't for the other person staying up late and chatting so sleepy that he fell asleep, the length of more than ten hours could continue to be extended.Opinions are not necessarily the same, and it is very enjoyable to chat with each other.

——It is such a relationship.

Qin Tan thought that he might only meet such a person in his life.

What would a normal person do, would he go see her?

is she lyingWho are the friends of software engineering?

Will the juniors who study physics know who she is?

—if he wanted to see her.

——If he wants to ask Wen Song, is there a friend who speaks softly and whose Weibo profile picture is a purple flower, even if he is a friend of a friend, he may be able to find her.

Would a normal person ask that?

A mess.

There was a dull pain in his mind, and Qin Tan had to stop his thoughts. Only then did he realize that he hadn't left Wen Song's contact information, not in any way.

"Where are you going?"

Song Qingran was taken aback by his sudden standing up.

Qin Qin said, "Go back to school."

**

The air-conditioning in the classroom is too high.

Fortunately, I remembered to bring a shirt when I went out in the morning. Wen Song put on both sleeves and nestled comfortably in the back row to fish.

Thursday's meditation class was actually held in the morning, and it was easy to get sleepy, and half of the people in the classroom were asleep.The teacher is no stranger to it, and talks about ppt on his own.

Wen Song is chatting with netizens.It was rare for the two of them to be online at the same time today. When asked if they knew Qin Qin while chatting gossip, they almost said, "Actually, we are roommates now."

To be on the safe side, I still pull out "I have a friend" as a cover.

Surfing the Internet still needs to pay attention to protecting privacy.Wen Song thought.

I have forgotten that I almost had to have a face-to-face with someone last week.

The other party probably realized that it touched on a personal issue, so he didn't continue.Lan Lan didn't come to class today, so he was left here alone.Teacher Chengshi's serial will not be updated until the afternoon.

Wen Song absent-mindedly draws other comics, always feeling that he is not as good as Teacher Chengshi, and is not very interested.

It may also be that the amount of reading is too large, and the routines have been read all over. Just flip through the beginning and you can estimate when the kiss will go to bed in the first few chapters.

lonely.

Finally, after the first period of get out of class, the teacher announced during the break that everyone should form a course group by themselves, with five people as the unit, and the final homework should also be completed in groups.Before the end of the second period, the team leader will report to the list.

Lan Lan wasn't there, and she didn't respond to messages.He looked around, but did not see Zheng Xige.

It's just this time to place an order.

There was no one behind him, he looked at the backs of the students in the front row and hesitated for a moment.Before deciding how to speak, the students in the front row suddenly turned around and said with a smile, "Do you want to join our group? That's exactly five."

Wen Song breathed a sigh of relief, handed over the QR code and was dragged into the homework group.

He didn't know the other four members of the group of five.Everyone is polite, posting a round of emoticons is over, and this group will probably only use it when doing homework.

Lan Lan didn't reply to messages all morning.Wen Song was a little puzzled. After class, he ate lunch and went to the dormitory to enjoy the shade. He didn't want to be exposed to the sun, and planned to wait until the sun went down before going back to the dormitory.

The aunt came and took away the bedding, so he had to lie on the desk and take a health nap.

It was not very comfortable at first, and I was woken up halfway through sleep.

Lan Lan came to the dormitory to look for him, and seeing him staring at her without saying a word, she always felt that there was a lot of resentment in those eyes.With a smile on his face, he said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I just saw your WeChat, I played too much last night and slept until noon."

"Thinking class is divided into groups today."

Wen Song fell down on the table listlessly, his side cheeks were squeezed flat, and he pouted his lips and said vaguely, "I have been assigned to another group in class. You were not there at the time. I will go to the teacher next class." It's all about distribution."

"Hey, that's the little things."

"Then why did you come to see me?"

"..."

Lan Lan hesitated to tell the truth.

He went to disco last night with a group of new friends, and met a small internet celebrity. It felt good to chat all night, and he wanted to develop further.

However, the family has strict restrictions on pocket money, and wants to invite girls out to play but is short of money, so they come to the dormitory to ask Wen Song to act like a baby.

Wen Song was a little dissatisfied.

It turned out that it was because of this kind of thing that he was left alone in the meditation class.

Lan Lan really fell in love with that girl, and spared no effort in order to get her mate, "Jianghu emergency! Is it okay?"

"..."

Another senior brother in the dormitory was playing games. Hearing this, he took off his headphones to watch the excitement.

Wen Song intentionally left him alone for a while, and then let go after poking secretly to vent his anger, "Okay, I'll just lend it to you."

Lan Lan immediately smiled, and before she cheered, she heard him say: "But you can no longer borrow money from others, let alone loans. When you have pocket money next month, you must pay it back to me immediately."

Wen Song said seriously, "Otherwise, the next time I see my aunt, I will tell her that you are raising women outside with my money."

"..." It was simply collusion with his family.

Lan Lan could only agree in discouragement.

"I see, my mother must trust you more."

The senior brother listened with gusto: "Is this the world of the rich second generation?"

"No. This is the third generation of the rich."

He pressed Wen Song's shoulder and shook it like a money tree, but it was a pity that he couldn't afford to lose three or two coins, "I have already paid dividends from the company every year in the name of junior high school, and the small treasury is unfathomable."

Wen Song was still lying on the table, swaying back and forth until his cheeks were rubbed against the table, and raised his hand uncomfortably to wave him away.

"If you don't like to spend recklessly, you will save a lot of pocket money."

The two are quite friendly.Wen Song is deeply loved by Mrs. Lan. As a friend, it's okay to do a small favor occasionally, but the general direction will always help the elders control it.

Lan Lan also knew him. He didn't have any random money-burning hobbies like cars, wine, watches, etc., and spent time in the library. That's why old man Wen was so relieved to fill his small coffers.

Wen Song asked curiously, "Does a date need a lot of money?"

He is a rare introvert among the people around him, and he rarely appears on occasions such as drinking parties.Half of it is because I don't have much interest, and the other half is because the family is very strict, and my grandfather and brother don't want him to hang out with a group of rich kids in nightclubs, for fear that the kids will learn to be bad.

"It depends on who you're dating... but generally speaking, it will cost a lot."

Lan Lan thinks that children will grow up one day, and it's better to see the world earlier than to be caught by a bad woman later, "If grandpa is really worried, I'll take you to play when Wen Yu comes back."

Wen Song shook his head, "My brother is doing an internship and is very busy."

Even if he's not busy, he's never taken with him when he's out with friends.Occasionally, I feel that I am stricter than my grandfather.

In Wen Yu's eyes, the whole world is full of villains who covet his younger brother.

How could Lan Lan not know, and smiled, "It seems that I can only rely on me. Anyway, I have talked several times, and I must have a better eye for people than you."

"To be honest, the one you dated online doesn't look very reliable to me."

"I don't have online dating."

Wen Song made a clear distinction, "That's just a netizen, I like chatting with him."

"Didn't you say a few days ago that you almost wanted to meet someone?"

Lan Lan didn't take it seriously, "I just like chatting, but online chatting is fine. Why do we have to meet each other? You can't just go to chat under the covers."