There is a bend

get out of class is over, Bian Yue has something to do, so let's go first.

Lin Nian went to study in the room room, and clicked on "Men's Paradise" again.

It turned out to be a gay forum.

It's divided into details, such as emotional section, fitness section, making friends in the same city, and so on.

Lin Nian looked through it and found that this forum is very active, especially the emotional section has a lot of traffic.

Using his identity as a tourist, he searched for several posts on the topic of straight-forward topics in the search bar, and found that each poster was asking questions according to his own situation, and there were almost no more general straight-forward questions like this.

Lin Nian asked Meng Ran to borrow his account, and was going to post a post to try.

Meng Ran: Is it my account number?

Meng Ran: Let me give you my trumpet.

Meng Ran's alias ID is Xiao Huomiao, and the level of the forum is very high. It belongs to the kind that asks a question and if you reply, others can get forum experience from him.

So as soon as Lin Niannian posted a post, there were seven or eight replies.

【My straight boyfriend agrees to break him up】

1st Floor:? ? ?There is such a good thing?

Floor 2: Green stickers?

Floor 3: Fishing?Do not chat.

……

Floor 8: Straight men these days don't have such a bodhisattva heart.

Lin Nian directly output the key points, asking everyone how he should break up under the premise of agreeing to break up.

[When you encounter this kind of Bodhisattva, of course you have to break it in the most gentlemanly way. 】

【Your friend is too nice, isn't your relationship very good? 】

[Is your friend really straight? This is the first time I've heard of this. 】

……

Lin Nian revealed another point, saying that he was straight before, and bent over the friend who made him break up.

I'm new and inexperienced, so I'm here to ask.

Friends of the water: ...

[Damn, there is no way for gays to survive in this world. I dare say that this is the internal digestion of two straight men. 】

[She shed sad gay tears. 】

……

Lin Nian went back and forth on this forum for more than half an hour, and got a preliminary idea of ​​breaking the bend——

1. Be nice to your friends.

2. To be ambiguous.

good?He has always been very kind to Bianyue. What can he do if he is a good friend?

ambiguous?

He has already hugged Bian Yue, how can he be ambiguous?

Until such a reply appeared:

[To put it bluntly, if you can react, you're a man.If you want to break up straight men, you can just do it directly from the direction of "solving physiology". 】

Menstruation?

Lin Nian felt that this idea made sense.

But how to change Bian Yue's physiological response mechanism...

Bian Yue sent a message: Think of a way to break up?

Lin Niannian: I have some ideas.

Bian Yue: Tell me about it.

Lin Niannian: Do you have a physical reaction to me?

Bian Yue just came out of the counselor's office, bought a bottle of water, and looked at his phone while drinking.

Seeing Lin Nian's reply, he choked directly.

Lin Niannian: No, right?

Bian Yue: Do you love me?

Lin Niannian: ...

Lin Nian thought to himself that you asked nonsense, I would be a straight man without me.

Bian Yue: Besides this time in the office, what other time?

Bian Yue: That hotel suite?

Bian Yue: When Li Zhengxun borrowed the dormitory, did you sleep with me?

Bian Yue: Or the time you were in my bathroom and I helped you?

Holding up his mobile phone, Lin Nian blushed again when he saw the pop-up content, and fanned his face with a notebook.

Bian Yue: Still have?

Lin Niannian: ...

Lin Nian put down his mobile phone and didn't return it. After a while, the empty seat next to him was pulled away, and Bian Yue sat down.

Lin Niannian:?

Bian Yue moved his lips, reminding him of one of the three chapters of the covenant: together every day.

Ok.

Lin Nian wrote on the paper: Where are you going now?company?

Bian Yue shook his head, took the pen: I will accompany you to read the book for a while.

Seeing that Bian Yue didn't bring his bag or books, Lin Nian threw him a book on finance.

Bian Yue opened it.

The south-facing study room is quiet and silent, with abundant light falling on the rows of desks and books.

Lin Nian couldn't concentrate on watching, turned his head and raised his eyes, and saw the profile of Bian Yue under the sun, as if coated with a layer of soft light, so beautiful that he couldn't take his eyes off it.

He moved the book under his arm to Bian Yue's side, tapped the pen on a certain question, and motioned, Bian Yue leaned over and looked down, Lin Nian stared at his pair of crow-feather-like eyelashes .

Bian Yue looked at the question and motioned for him to write. Lin Nian handed over the pen. When Bian Yue touched him while holding the pen, an electric current flowed through his fingertips instantly.

Lin Nian scratched his palm with those fingers, and he didn't pay attention to Bian Yue's thinking on solving the problem on the draft, just staring at the face in front of him.

When Bian Yue raised his eyes, Lin Nian quickly lowered his eyes, pretending to read the draft.

Bian Yue covered the manuscript paper with his hand holding the pen, and asked, "What did I just say?"

Lin Nian sniffed, and said confidently, "Oh, I didn't listen."

Bian Yue tapped his head with the pen.

Lin Nian closed his eyes, not because he was afraid of the pain, but because he felt an electric current rushing down from the top of his head, and his heart was numb.

Bian Yue raised his eyebrows and looked at Lin Nian silently, somewhat puzzled by his reaction.

Lin Nian looked back, his ears were red again, he squeezed them, sat back and continued to read with his head down.

Bian Yue's eyes swept over the red ear tips, and he smiled.

Lin Nian finally calmed down, read the book for a while, Bian Yue stretched out his hand from under the table, looked at the book and whispered: "Lend me your hand."

Lin Nian was puzzled, turned his head to look at Bian Yue, and handed over the hand resting on his lap, Bian Yue gently held it, held it, nothing else.

Lin Nian's heart felt numb again, and he couldn't read books again.

He looked under the table and saw that Bian Yue changed his left hand to hold the pen and flipped through the book, and stretched out his right hand under the table to hold it with him.

Surrounded by silence, Lin Nian's senses were all in the hand held by the two of them, and he felt that his palm was hotter than Bian Yue's, the body temperature of the two was transmitted to each other, and the tingling electric current also flowed around.

Lin Nian's heart began to thump again, and it continued, endlessly, until his whole body was flushed, his body was hot, and his mouth was dry.

He wrote a note to Bian Yue, saying: Don't hold her hand, and read a book.

Bian Yue replied: Just hold hands, it doesn't hinder you from reading.

Why didn't Lin Nian feel any hindrance?Get in the way!Can't see it at all!

Bian Yue wrote again: 24 hours a day, how much time do you plan to spare?

Lin has one meal a year, how long it takes, he never thought about it.

Bian Yue: The metabolic cycle of human cells is 28 days, 672 hours.

Assume this is the target time to bend me.

It takes 6 days to break 112 hours a day, and 8 days to break 84 hours.

Lin Niannian: ...

Is this TM an experiment, and it needs to be accurate to this level?

Lin Niannian: Why don't you tie me to you with a belt?Can we get it done in 28 days?

Bian Yue glanced at Lin Niannian: 28 days?Don't be so confident.

Lin Niannian: You also work hard yourself.

Bian Yue held Lin Nian's hand and squeezed it, indicating that he was working hard.

Bian Yue: Of the two of us, who doesn't work so hard now?

Lin Niannian calculated in his heart for a while, 24 hours a day, minus 8 hours of sleep time, 2 hours of eating and resting, at least 6 hours of class, homework, and homework, leaving a maximum of [-] hours.

These eight hours, playing ball, clubs, games, wandering around, class affairs, and trivial matters in the department, will take up another three to four hours no matter what.

It means that there are only four hours at most left for the matter of "breaking the bend" in a day.

But looking back on the three years in college, he usually didn't spend as much time with Bian Yue as four hours a day.

Now this special period counts as two hours.

According to Bian Yue's algorithm of 28 days and 672 hours, 2 hours a day would cost 336.

Nearly a year.

That's still two full hours a day, if not...

It's not that I don't think so, but once calculated, this can be described as "indefinitely far away".

Lin Nian looked down at the hands held by the two, and shook them back vigorously.

hold it.

It’s nothing if you can’t read the book. If you can’t read the book now, you can continue to read it another day. By the way, this is the “big plan for life” right now.

The two held hands and read books separately.

After a while, Lin Niannian handed over another piece of white paper with writing on it.

Lin Niannian: I've worked hard, so should you give me some feedback?

Lin Niannian: Assuming that it is 100% completely bent, what is the progress now?

Bian Yue: 0.001%.

Lin Niannian: ...

Lin Nian's eyes widened.

0.001%?Is this any different from 0 progress?

Oh yes.

0 means straight, and 0.001 at least means it tends to bend.

Ok.

Lin Nian encouraged himself from the bottom of his heart and cheered.

But Bian Yue wrote a line of words on the paper with his left hand.

Bian Yue: Holding hands, physical contact, hugging, kissing, etc., try more, and I will give you feedback in time.

Lin Nian glanced at it, folded the paper, folded it again, and took a deep breath silently.

It was as if they were discussing some serious experimental procedure, but the handwriting all over the paper seemed to be going to be yellowed.

Bian Yue wrote a few more words: Why be ashamed, I will tell you to break it, I should be the one who should be ashamed.

Lin Niannian: ...

Then you are ashamed.

You are not ashamed.

Still write!

Bian Yue wrote again: I have held hands, there is no progress, should I go to the next process.

The next process, Lin Yian remembers, is hugging.

Lin Nian gestured around with his eyes: now?

Bian Yue stood up, and Lin Niannian also stood up, and the two walked out of the classroom hand in hand.

Passing by a girl on the side, the girl stared at the hands of the two, then turned her head to look at the back of the two leaving, curled her lips: "Every book has dog food."Wang~

It was just before lunch, many students had classes, and there was no one in the library.

Bian Yue and Lin Niannian stood by the window in the southwest corner of this floor, which was the corner at the end of the corridor, and there was no one there.

When he got here, Bian Yue indicated that Lin Niannian could come and hug him.

Lin Nian usually hugs Bianyue often, in various directions, angles, postures, and manners. Now he is facing Bianyue and looking at him, but he looks like he has no way to start.

"I, I hugged it." Lin Nian hesitated so much that he talked nonsense.

Bian Yue stood calmly and motioned for him to come.

Lin Niannian: "I, I really hugged you."

Bian Yue waited for him.

Lin Nian looked at Bian Yue again, took a step, stopped, looked into Bian Yue's eyes, hesitated.

Bian Yue insulted him: "Are you constipated?"

Depend on.

Lin Nian finally stepped forward and hugged Bian Yue, measuring the width of the tree with his arms, encircling the person with a little distance from the waist down, with his chest close to his chest, his upper back leaning back, his posture was stiff, and he met Bian Yue's eyes look.

As soon as I hugged him, I immediately asked, "How much progress have you made?"

Bian Yue expressionless: "0."

Lin Niannian:? ? ?

What about the 0.001 just now?

Why did it go back?

"I thought you were hugging an elephant."

Bian Yue circled his arms and pulled the person close to him, "This is hugging."

Lin Yinian got closer to Bian Yue, the distance between the two was close, and their breaths were intertwined.

Lin Nian's heart was beating fast, his eyes flickered, he looked away, and asked randomly: "So how far is the progress now?"

Bian Yue stared at Lin Niannian, looked at the ears that turned red again in front of his eyes, and felt each other's hearts beating fast in his chest, and his voice was low: "1."

1%.

Lin Nian's eyes lit up, and he looked at Bian Yue, thinking that this hug is very useful.

Bian Yue glanced at Lin Yinian's lips: "5."

!

The progress bar is moving again!

This hug is really...

Bian Yue suddenly tilted his head and kissed him.

The moment his lips touched, Lin Nian's brain froze, and he froze in place with a look of astonishment.

Bian Yue used his lips to rub the two lips that he had disliked for a long time, grinding them carefully, and tossing and turning them patiently.

When she found that Lin Nian was still staring at her eyes stupidly, she kissed those eyes, closed them, and returned to her lips.

The four lips were intertwined, and Lin Nian felt numbness spread all over his body through this kiss, causing his brain to lack oxygen, his legs and feet were weak, and he couldn't think of anything, nor could he think of anything.

I can't ask what progress is not progress.

In fact, there is no need to ask, Bian Yue has already given him the answer in advance.

5%.

The author has something to say:

Short story, it’s over after a while, everyone, don’t fatten up QUQ

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