Why?This is obviously a surrogate abuse article [Transmigration Book]

Although she really wanted to hit someone, after Ruan Xiao calmed down for a while, she tried her best to pretend nothing had happened, and went to Ruan Manling's place to help her with work.

Later, he went to Zhou Muye's bedroom as usual, and borrowed his mobile phone to watch the eight o'clock file.

But tonight, Ruan Xiao only watched one episode at eight o'clock, and didn't know what to do with the phone for the rest of the time.

Zhou Muye has finished the questions and is reading a book.

Suddenly, familiar background music came from behind, followed by a rush of movement, and the sound of the music immediately died down.

Zhou Muye turned his head.

Ruan Xiao was bowing and facing the back of the sofa, holding the phone in both hands and hiding it in front of him, with his head buried low.

Zhou Muye asked, "What are you looking at?"

Ruan Xiao still maintained that posture, shaking his head vigorously.

Zhou Muye didn't talk nonsense with him, got up and walked to the sofa, leaned down, leaned on the wall with one hand, and reached for the phone in front of Ruan Xiao with the other.

"Ah! What are you doing?"

Ruan Xiao was unwilling to let go, struggling on the sofa twisted into twists and turns.

But both of his hands were no match for Zhou Muye's toughness with one hand, and before he let go, he switched back to the main screen in an instant.

After Zhou Muye got the phone, he straightened up and glanced at Ruan Xiao.

Ruan Xiao turned his head to look at Zhou Muye above, his face flushed with annoyance: "What are you grabbing? It won't be damaged by you."

His light eyes fell back to his mobile phone again, and Zhou Muye said casually, "Why are you guilty?"

Ruan Xiao stood up from the sofa, turning his face aside in protest, not happy to answer, but in his heart he was glad that he was quick and had exited the interface.

It's a pity that Ruan Xiao used to use mobile phones for the elderly, and he is not familiar with smart phones, and he doesn't know that the applications of smart phones have a background.

Zhou Muye swipe the bottom of the screen with his fingertips to call up a list of background applications, and click on the interface ranked first.

It was the webpage of the mobile browser, and there was a paused video inside. When the play button was clicked, the music of the theme song of "Lala Land" La La Land poured out.

Ruan Xiao was stunned for a moment, and in an instant, his face flushed even more red, and he squeezed the hand holding the pillow beside him tightly.

In the video on the mobile phone, a tall figure was gliding swiftly on the ice, jumping on the ice with the rhythm, jumping one after another, and the whole set of movements was clean and neat, which aroused constant applause from the field.

Let’s look at the title again——【Human Full-Level Beautiful Boy｜Zhou Muye】The big devil who dominates the ice rink, the 2019 Grand Prix youth group championship show La-La-Land, what the wild king dances is not love, but a thriving show!

The video was still playing, and there was only LalaLand's jazz-style pure music left in the bedroom for a while.

Amidst the sound of the music, Zhou Muye looked away from the phone and looked at Ruan Xiao, his cold voice sounded very lazy: "I said..."

Ruan Xiao hugged the pillow and shrank back into the sofa, Heishuishui glanced up at Zhou Muye, then quickly lowered his eyes, and muttered, "What are you doing..."

Zhou Muye put down his phone, and shook his head lightly: "What kind of person do you have to like, so that you can be right in front of your eyes, and even search for personal videos on the Internet to watch..."

Ruan Xiao opened his mouth, thought for a while, but finally said nothing.

He confessed first, as if he had been pinched by Zhou Muye, it was too late to say anything now, even if Zhou Muye misunderstood his intentions, he could only suffer silently.

Ruan Xiao was still nervous at first, but now when he looked at Zhou Muye, his expression gradually became resentful, Xiaobai Fang bit the corner of the pillow, pulled the fabric and pulled it out, bit it again, pulled it out again, back and forth, as if he was scraping the pillow with his teeth. Zhou Muye's skin.

Zhou Muye lowered his head, pursed his lower lip indistinctly, and held back his smile.

A certain person only recently discovered that Ruan Xiao once walked on the edge of rage but took his helpless look very funny.

He couldn't get enough of it.

"Let's go." Zhou Muye lightly raised his hand and waved to the side, signaling Ruan Xiao to sit aside to make room for him.

"Why are you sitting here with me? You sit somewhere else!" Ruan Xiao stiffened his neck and didn't move.

Zhou Muye didn't care, he just sat on the sofa and pushed him aside.

Ruan Xiao sat cross-legged on the sofa, temporarily annoyed Zhou Muye, clutching the pillow to vent his anger.

After Zhou Muye was seated, he leaned on the back of the sofa in a relaxed posture, with his legs spread lazily, looking like a dandy young master, and turned his face to look at Ruan Xiao beside him.

Ruan Xiao's eyes were flattened, his side face was delicate, and his little face was flushed beautifully.

At this moment, Ruan Xiao noticed the gaze beside him, and when he glanced at him, Zhou Muye was staring at him, as if he was thinking about something, with a vague smile on his lips.

The heart beat irregularly twice.

No matter how much this person owes, that noble and beautiful face is indeed very poignant.

"What are you looking at?" Ruan Xiao said, with the intention of not showing it.

Zhou Muye lowered his eyelashes, raised the corners of his mouth when he thought of something, and said, "Or else..."

Ruan Xiao looked at him blankly.

Zhou Muye raised his face, stretching out a straight and slender line from his chin to his neck. He stretched out his hand to reach the upper shelf of the bookcase close to the back of the sofa, and found a black oil-based marker pen from a pen holder.

Zhou Muye pulled off the cover, turned sideways to face Ruan Xiao, as if he couldn't do anything about him: "I like me so much, I'll give you an autograph."

"Crack!"

Because Ruan Xiao clenched too tightly with one hand, he accidentally made the sound of joint dislocation.

Ruan Xiao glanced at the marker pen, then at Zhou Muye's confident face, and couldn't hide the sound of grinding his teeth.

"week--"

"Mu—"

"wild!!!"

Unbearable, he turned around and threw Zhou Muye onto the sofa.

***

Ah Huang heard the noisy voice in the bedroom, and ran all the way to the door of the room.

There was uncontrollable laughter and exasperated shouting in the room.

Standing at the door, Ah Huang first saw one person riding on the other person, groaning and beating the person with his fist, then something fell down the young master's hand, rolling along the floor to stop in front of it.

Ah Huang leaned down nervously, moved his wet black nose closer, sniffed it, the smell was pungent, and then stretched out his tongue to lick the thing again.

"Oh!" Ah Huang jumped back as if facing an enemy, lying on the ground with his front paws, and screamed at a marker pen in a low voice.

On the sofa in the room, Ruan Xiao concentrated on beating Zhou Muye, but every time he swung his punch, he could be easily surrounded by Zhou Muye's big palm.

Although Zhou Muye was said to be the one who was pressed down and beaten, he had a half smile on his face, and he was able to do a job with ease.

On the contrary, Ruan Xiao was so tired that he couldn't breathe well, his face was flushed, and he was very angry.

In the end, probably seeing that Ruan Xiao couldn't beat him anymore, Zhou Muye took Ruan Xiao's slack fist, inserted his fingers through the gap, and secretly closed with Ruan Xiao's fingers, clasping his fingers interlockingly.

Ruan Xiao was so exhausted that he couldn't manage so much, his body collapsed on Zhou Muye's body like a boneless body, his face was pillowed on his chest, and he frowned dissatisfiedly: "You are so annoying..."

The soft voice sounded like a baby.

Zhou Muye lowered his eyelashes and glanced, but could only see Ruan Xiao's jet-black soft hair.

He raised his eyebrows cynically: "Do you like it?"

"I don't like it!" Ruan Xiao turned his head in the other direction, leaning against Zhou Muye's strong heartbeat, muttering, "It's like this every time..."

The fingers of the two were still intertwined.

Zhou Muye looked at the ceiling above his head for a while, and lowered his eyes faintly: "Why are you flipping through my 800-year-old video?"

What Ruan Xiao found out on the webpage just now was the video of Zhou Muye's competition in the American branch of the Grand Prix that year.

Ruan Xiao was shy for a while, then said softly: "I know you don't want to participate in the competition... If you are afraid of trouble, then I will learn the repertoire you have skated, so that even if it is adapted into a pair skate, you can relax. You don’t need to practice the single jump in the middle…”

Zhou Muye looked at Ruan Xiao for a while, then let go of his hand, put it under his armpit, lifted him up, and faced him face to face.

Ruan Xiao propped himself on Zhou Muye's body, met his gaze from a close distance, and his breathing fluttered.

"Thinking of me?" Zhou Muye's eyes obviously glanced around Ruan Xiao's facial features, and finally half closed his long eyelashes, his eyes seemed to fall on Ruan Xiao's soft red lips.

Ruan Xiao was bitten by that blatant gaze, his lips felt hot and painful, and subconsciously bit down with his small white teeth.

Only then did Zhou Muye raise his eyes Shi Shiran, and said in a casual tone, "I didn't say I didn't want to learn new programs with you."

Ruan Xiao blinked, but his brain was still reacting.

"However, you said you didn't like it just now, and now you are considerate of me. You give me a candy after a whip..." Zhou Muye said softly, "Is it a new strategy?"

Ruan Xiao's expression changed slightly: "..."

Needless to say, he wanted to whip again.

But Zhou Muye raised his hand at this moment, and gently supported Ruan Xiao's delicate cheeks, inserted his fingers along the hair behind his ears, and at the same time exerted strength to press Ruan Xiao's head down.

The cold voice gradually disappeared between the lips that were gradually touching:

"There are so many tricks that people can't handle it..."

***

As soon as the news that Zhou Muye and Ruan Xiao were going to participate in the pair skating competition together, the students in the club exploded.

After school the next day, Ruan Xiao and Zhou Muye went to No. 3 skating room to report.

But when I got there, I found that there were more than double the number of people on the ice rink than usual.

Facing the crowd of people on the ice rink, Ruan Xiao was stunned.

Later, he looked around in the crowd and found a few familiar faces, only to realize that students from other skating rooms had also come.

When Yu Zhonghua arrived, he raised his eyebrows and ordered all the students who were not in the pair skating team to go out.

Only then did the ice skating room become clean.

Chen Mo also mixed in with the leaving crowd, and when he passed by Ruan Xiao, he quickly called out: "Senior brother!"

Ruan Xiao saw clearly that it was him, and smiled: "Why are you here?"

For some reason, Chen Mo looked anxious, as if he had something to say to Ruan Xiao, he showed a wet puppy-like look, like a Samoyed anxiously waiting for his master to take him out for a walk.

Chen Mo looked around and felt that it was inappropriate to talk about things now, so he said, "I'll come to you after class break."

Ruan Xiao nodded: "Okay."

Chen Mo followed everyone out of No. 3 skating room.

Zhou Muye looked back unintentionally, his eyes lightly fell on Samoyed's back, and he looked away after a glance.

Since Ruan Xiao and Zhou Muye were newcomers, they were taken aside by Yu Zhonghua in the first half of the class to do land training, and by the way familiarize themselves with some rules of pair skating.

Because he had to jump back and forth non-stop, after the first half of class, Ruan Xiao's face was sweaty and flushed with post-exercise flush.

Ruan Xiao just took a sip of water on the sidelines when he saw a white head sneaking around the door of the skating room.

Look over there.

It's Chen Mo.

When Chen Mo saw Ruan Xiao, he waved to him.

Ruan Xiao didn't know why, but went out anyway.

On the side, Zhou Muye was drinking water, distractedly looking at Ruan Xiao.

Ruan Xiao followed Chen Mo to the secluded employee passageway.

"What's the matter?" Ruan Xiao asked as he screwed on the lid of the thermos cup, wiped the water stains on his lips.

Chen Mo cried with a mournful face: "Brother, are you still coming back?"

It was only then that Ruan Xiao realized that Chen Mo was very nervous because he was afraid that he would transfer to another group.

He shook his head and said: "It's only temporary, after the game is over, we still have to go back."

Chen Mo's face softened a little, he thought about it again, and asked cautiously: "Did you go to the competition because you wanted a mobile phone?"

"..."

Ruan Xiao was a little embarrassed, why did he feel like the whole world was asking him this question.

But he still admitted generously: "Yes."

Chen Mo lowered his face inexplicably shyly, scratched his head, hesitated for a long time, and said, "Then... I'll see you off."

Ruan Xiao was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly waved his hands, almost showing afterimages: "Don't! Don't! Don't give it away!"

After thinking about it, knowing how stubborn Chen Mo is, he quickly raised his voice and added: "If you want to send me off, I will ignore you!"

Chen Mo looked away for a long time, and said "Oh", his face was full of disappointment.

As a fanboy, you can't spend money for the person you like, and it doesn't matter if you have money.

Ruan Xiao patted Chen Mo's shoulder at last, and said, "Don't worry, I'll come back after the game, and you should practice hard with the coach first." Looking at the time, he said, "I'm leaving first, and I'll look for something later."

Chen Mo sighed on the spot for a long time, rubbed his face, cheered himself up, and turned to the bathroom on the way back.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Zhou Muye flushing his hands in front of the sink.

Hearing the movement behind him, Zhou Muye lazily raised his eyes.

Through the mirror, Chen Mo met those indifferent black eyes, subconsciously stood at attention: "Zhou...Senior Brother Zhou..."

Because of Zhou Muye's position in the club, he tends to be respectful when he sees people.

Zhou Muye nodded lightly at him, and turned off the faucet.

Chen Mo entered the bathroom against the door panel, and was about to go inside when Zhou Muye suddenly said, "That's right."

Chen Mo stopped and looked at him.

Zhou Muye took out a piece of paper from a box hanging on the wall beside him, lowered his eyelashes, wiped his hands slowly, and said, "I just passed by accidentally, and I heard that you want to give Ruan Xiao a mobile phone?"

Chen Mo froze for a moment, blushed, scratched his head, and responded with a hmm.

At this moment, Zhou Muye looked into the mirror, his eyes fell on Chen Mo behind him, he squinted his eyes and smiled slightly: "Do you think what Ruan Xiao wants is a mobile phone?"

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