you have the ability to wear a skirt

Jian Liangyi is sometimes surprised by Fang Zilu's sensitivity, and he and Feng Min know each other well.

It can even be said that during Jian Liangyi's bitter and tragic ten years, he almost couldn't live without Feng Min.

In other words, it has to be a lifesaver.

But so much time and so many things can be summed up in one word when we look at it now.

That is to know.

It can only be recognition.

Jian Liang nodded indiscriminately, then looked down at the dark blue school badge held between her fingers.

The university that seemed to be far away from the cloud a year ago has now been admitted.

But why, Feng Min seemed to be farther away from him.

The world doesn't always go his way, and things don't get better even after working hard to achieve the staged goals.

Jane sighed coolly.

Forget it.

The opening ceremony went smoothly, except for a little rain at the beginning, nothing major happened.

The counselor ran more than half of the school to catch up to the entrance of the gymnasium, and grabbed a few boys to move books to the college building.

Fang Zilu, who was the tallest in the group, was the first to be selected. The counselor centered on him and pointed at a few spirited guys, saying that helping the teacher more would help the evaluation of the best.

Fang Zilu wasn't really interested in those things, but the counselor had already spoken, and he was still idle when he was idle, so he went to help if he could.

But Liao Ming was on the contrary, he had thin arms and legs and he didn't have much strength, he was almost pouted when he had to move the book.

"Go back to the dormitory," his roommate pushed him backwards, "you are not missing."

Fang Zilu watched Liao Ming skipping away, and looked around, where is his roommate?

"Looking for Jane Liangyi?" Jiang Sheng didn't know when he came to his side, "He seems to have gone to the gymnasium to find someone."

A name popped up in Fang Zilu's mind instantly, but he didn't say it: "Are you going to move the books too?"

"Ang," Jiang Sheng lifted his chin, "Can we walk together this time?"

Jiang Sheng seems to have become more evil in the past few days, and his words are insinuating and strange.

Not to mention Jane's coolness, even Fang Zilu sometimes doesn't want to talk to him.

"How is Jian Liangyi?" Jiang Sheng asked suddenly.

Fang Zilu was bending over to carry the book, and said perfunctorily, "It's pretty good."

"Which one is better?" Jiang Sheng also moved a stack and walked side by side with him.

Fang Zilu squinted at the boys beside him: "Is there a classification?"

Jiang Sheng and Jian Liangyi are from the same hometown, and they used to be the same school. Fang Zilu wondered if this person knew something about Jian Liangyi.

For example, skirts.

"Actually, I didn't want to say it..." Jiang Sheng seemed very reluctant.

Fang Zilu put the book on the table and laughed: "I've already said that, let's just say it."

What are you playing hard to get.

"Shouldn't this be brewing!" Jiang Sheng also put down the book, and followed Fang Zilu's footsteps, "I remind you only as a friend, and I might say that one thing more is worse than one thing less."

Fang Zilu raised his eyebrows: "Is it related to my roommate?"

"Ang," Jiang Sheng raised his chin, "are you listening?"

Fang Zilu hesitated for a moment, then bumped Jiang Sheng's arm: "Look at you."

In fact, he doesn't like to know people from other people's mouths, and he doesn't like to gossip about people behind their backs.

But for some reason, Fang Zilu was a little shaken because it had something to do with Jianliang, even though he knew that the news might not be true and reliable.

"He seems to be..." Jiang Sheng opened his mouth exaggeratedly, hiding the pronunciation of the last word.

"Ah...?" Fang Zilu's mind was a little stuck, but he soon understood, "Oh."

It should be "gay".

"Is that how you react?" Jiang Sheng asked in surprise.

"How should I react?" Fang Zilu asked.

"I didn't see it," Jiang Sheng also laughed, "You are quite open."

"What year is it?" Fang Zilu carried another stack of books, "What's the matter?"

"I'll go..." Jiang Sheng asked quietly, "You don't want to do the same, do you?"

"Do I look like it?" Fang Zilu pointed to himself.

"It's pretty similar," Jiang Sheng looked Fang Zilu up and down, "What model do you have?"

"Fuck you, uncle," Fang Zilu smiled, "I'm straight."

After living for 18 years, Fang Zilu has never been in a relationship.

But in the end, I still like girls.

When I was in high school, I had a private discussion with a group of bastards about which girl in the class was the prettiest, and I also received a little pink love letter with a scent.

He has never been in contact with that type of people, but he respects them.

Just like when he met Jian Liangyi wearing a skirt, he respected her.

These are personal issues, and as long as they don't affect others, it's nothing to worry about.

But Fang Zilu is more or less regretful, and sometimes some messy and impossible thoughts pop up in his mind.

For example, Jane Liangyi is really beautiful.

If only he was a girl.

It took more than half an hour to move the textbooks to the classroom. After that, the counselor called everyone from the class group, and Fang Zilu did not move them a few times.

When Jian Liangyi came, the book had already been handed out, and the instructor was talking about the precautions for military training on the podium.

It didn't feel good to be stared at by a room full of people. He lowered his head and just wanted to sit in the first row casually when he saw someone in the back row raised his arm and waved at him.

It is Fang Zilu.

Jane coolly walked to his side and sat down.

There were several stacks of brand new textbooks on the table, which should belong to the two of them.

"Thank you."

He spoke pantingly, as if running all the way.

Fang Zilu pushed the textbooks piled up like a hill on the table to Jian Liangyi: "Why did you go, I sent you messages and didn't reply."

Jane coolly pursed her lips, but did not answer.

Seeing that the other party didn't really want to talk, Fang Zilu couldn't continue to ask.

But I don't know why, ever since Jian Liangyi sat beside him, his gaze began to drift towards the other party intentionally or unintentionally.

Fang Zilu frowned slightly, and forced himself to stare at the instructor who was talking nonsense on the podium.

But in the next second, Jian Liangyi turned her head to talk to him: "Fang Zilu."

Hearing his name, Fang Zilu's heart skipped a beat, and then he put down his cocked legs inexplicably: "Huh?"

"I lost my key," Jian Liang said in a low voice, which seemed to be a little hoarse, "Can you give me your key?"

Fang Zilu nodded and handed him the keys in his pocket.

There is also a yellow sunflower hooked by needlework on the keychain of the black metal key.

Jian Liangyi stared at the furry knitted pendant for two seconds before raising her hand to take it: "Thank you..."

It is a bit unexpected that Fang Zilu, who is nearly 1.9 meters tall, still uses such a girly pendant.

"It's cute." Fang Zilu plucked the sun flower with his index finger, "My little sister hooked it."

Jane Liangyi replied honestly: "Yes."

Fang Zilu turned out to have a younger sister.

"Do you want it? I still have a lot of tricks." Fang Zilu took out his mobile phone and showed Jian Liangyi all kinds of knitted pendants.

Jian Liangyi used the book as a cover, leaned her head over and read a few carefully: "No."

Fang Zilu raised his head: "Why don't you look so carefully?"

Jane coolly sat up straight again: "Can't you watch?"

Fang Zilu felt that Jian Liangyi had a natural attraction to him.

It was clear that the other party hadn't done anything, but he always wanted to get closer.

"Don't miss it." Fang Zilu smiled and put the phone away.

Jian Liangyi still lowered her eyes, ignoring Fang Zilu's playfulness.

"I have many little sisters." Fang Zilu raised his hand and gestured to Jian Liangyi, "Some of them have bad ears, or they can't speak."

Jian Liangyi rarely raised her eyes to look at Fang Zilu.

His bangs are a little long, and his hair hangs over his eyelids.

"Just now... what do you mean?" Jian Liangyi raised her hand, and pointed her index finger at the back of Fang Zilu's hand through the air.

"The meaning of this gesture is..." Fang Zilu put his slender fingers on the table and gestured again, "The pendant is three yuan each, ten yuan four."

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Sorry for being late qaq