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Jiang An felt that his heart was hooked very lightly, but those beautiful eyes were still staring at him without blinking, it was terrible.

He kept the movements he had just done, and asked in a low voice, "Why do you want to warm my bed?"

"Because the temperature has dropped, I'm afraid you'll be cold." The more Wen Sui said, the more he felt ashamed, so he simply turned his face away and refused to look at him.

Originally thinking that he made his brother unhappy yesterday, he coaxed him a little bit, but now it is good, and he wants to escape from Beijing University in embarrassment.

Jiang An didn't expect the reason to be so simple and unpretentious. He tilted his head to look at him, and said with curled lips, "Do you know how people warm their beds?"

The kid in the quilt looked so good, I couldn't help but want to tease him.

Wen Sui buried his head in the pillow, mumbling: "How do I know, I've never done such a thing."

Jiang An uttered slowly: "In ancient times, in the common room, people would take off their clothes and lie in the quilt waiting, after warming the quilt, they would wait for the master to take off his clothes and sleep with him. Call it a bed warmer."

"What unofficial history of spam websites are you looking at!"

"It's recorded in the history books, you can look it up yourself."

"I don't want to read, you really talked too much today."

"I'm just talking about the facts. I'm afraid you haven't learned history well. I'll teach you how to warm your bed correctly."

Wen Sui turned his head to stare at him, and said fiercely: "Give you a ladder, you really dare to climb up."

"Okay, let's not talk about this, what's the matter with this quilt." Jiang An was tired from standing, and sat casually on the edge of the bed, looking down at people and asking.

Wen Sui turned over, completely gave up struggling, put his head in his hands and lazily said: "I went to the mall to buy it, buy one get one free, I can't choose the color. I think red is festive, so I'll give it to you."

Jiang secretly laughed: "Are you sure you didn't give it to me because you dislike red?"

"If you are annoying or not, I will take it for you, and I will pick and choose."

After such a fuss, the embarrassment just now disappeared, Wen Sui sat up cross-legged, half of the red quilt wrapped behind the thin pajamas, staring at people with distinct black and white eyeballs.

He said in his heart that this brand is precious, and it would be painful to buy it with your salary, and he still picks it. After all, you are the young master and I am the young master.

Jiang An stopped being funny, and pressed him on the shoulder to put him back on the bed: "Just sleep here, it's easy to catch a cold when it's cold and hot."

"What about you?" Wen Sui pursed his lips, "At first I thought I could squeeze with you, but this bed is not like the one at my house, it's really too narrow."

It was originally a single bed, but it was really narrow, especially for the two men who were not too thin, it might be difficult for them to breathe side by side.

But Jiang An was determined to tease him to the end, and said slowly, "It's cold, so it's nice to be huddled together to keep warm."

It was indeed reasonable, Wen Sui was powerless to refute.

With his back against the wall, he patted the small space next to him with his palm, and said in a low voice, "Then...then let's sleep together."

Anyway, it's not the first time. During the National Day holiday, they didn't always sleep with their arms around each other like this, they have long been used to it.

Jiang An raised his eyebrows, you really dare to answer, aren't you too relieved about your concentration.

He put the bag in his hand on the table casually: "I brought you a supper, so don't eat it. I'll take a shower first, and you sleep on your own."

When he came out after washing, he saw that Wen Sui was still sitting on the bed in a daze, looking at himself with a strange expression.

He stretched out his hand and flicked it on his forehead: "What are you thinking about?"

Wen Sui stared at his pajamas that were exactly the same as in the dream, a little dazed: "Brother, do you believe that dreams can be predicted?"

"You mean movies?" Jiang An didn't quite understand why he took a shower, so his thoughts jumped here.

"It's not a movie, it's reality."

"You mean you? Did you dream when you warmed the bed?"

"...It's not me, I just said it casually, I didn't fall asleep just now. I'm just curious, why do I dream of someone frequently?"

"Probably miss that person too much. Ji Xiaoyu said that you often dream about me."

This man is really shameless.

Wen Sui's mind was buzzing, and he pulled the quilt over his head, completely ignoring people: "I told you it wasn't me."

In that state of trying to cover up, there is no such thing as 300 taels of silver here.

Jiang An didn't expose him, but just raised his hand to turn off the light in the room, thinking that it should be true that Wen Sui could often dream of himself, but it's a bit ridiculous to predict something.

He lay on the narrow bed next to that warm body, unable to lie flat, only on his side.

With a slight movement, Wen Sui's calf collided with Wen Sui's, and he couldn't relax and lie down at all.

Wen Sui didn't seem to have much sleepiness, he just quietly turned his body sideways, with his head resting lightly on his shoulder, giving off a very intimate feeling.

Jiang An turned over, put his arm around his waist, and heard someone mutter: "What are you doing?"

"If you don't hold it, you will fall." Jiang secretly concealed his thoughts and found an upright reason.

"Then you hug him." Wen Sui said as he stretched out his hand to hook his waist back, and pulled him in again, this time they were almost completely stuck together.

Seeing his quite natural movements, Jiang An couldn't tell whether he was too straight or too relaxed with himself for a moment.

Do other guys sleep so close to another guy while awake?Probably not.

But this person is Wen Sui, and his brain circuit is different from that of ordinary people, so it is another matter.

The red quilt was covered back again, tightly wrapping the two of them together, not to mention anything else, it really kept them warm.

Jiang An was full of thoughts, and he was very awake. The people next to him had gradually breathed evenly and fell asleep.

It was really hard to fall asleep in such a stiff back posture, he wrapped his arms around Wen Sui's waist and let him lie on top of him.

He put his palm on the slightly raised spine, and slid down an inch along the arc.

Feeling comfortable, the surroundings seem to be wrapped in that warm body temperature infection, accompanied by long breathing, sleepiness hits.

In the morning, Wen Sui woke up first, and he slept peacefully with someone on his pillow all night, feeling quite comfortable and refreshed.

Just looking up slightly, he saw Jiang An's sharp chin and slightly protruding Adam's apple, and he was dazed for a second.

He was half-awake, barely adjusted to the light outside, and wanted to get up, but it was too comfortable to lie on his stomach, and he couldn't bear to move.

Seeing that his brother was still asleep, he stuck his finger out from under the quilt to poke his cheek, slid down the neat line, and landed on his Adam's apple.

As soon as I stroked it twice with my fingers, I heard a voice above my head: "Can't you sleep well?"

"It's boring after waking up." Wen Sui moved his calf, maintaining the same posture all night, feeling a little numb and lacking strength.

While talking, he kept making small movements in his hands, as if he had acquired something new.

The two of them were still covered with the red quilt, overlapping each other, making the whole scene look a bit too charming.

Jiang An didn't have time to think about it, he gritted his teeth when he was rubbed against him, took the man by the back of the neck and moved him aside, and quickly sat up.

Wen Sui didn't know what to do, closed his eyes and yawned: "You're waking up pretty fast."

It's pretty fast. If I can't afford it, I'm going to get burned again in the morning. I just cooled down recently, so I really don't want to take a cold shower.

Wen Sui's ankle sprain hadn't fully healed yet, and he limped when he went out, looking rather unfashionable.

When he moved to the lecture theater in a rather stiff state, his whole face was so smelly that he could kill.

Jian Ying and the others were quite positive, they took their seats early, sat in the last row and waved to them.

Wen Sui sat down in the past, looked at the long hair flowing in front of him, and asked casually: "There are so many girls in our department?"

"It's more than in previous years. You can take this class as an elective. Many people come here for you two." Wang Qiyue has been mixing with people from the student union all year round, and he knows all the inside information.

"The two of us?" Wen Sui froze for a moment, then turned his head to look at his brother, with such a sweep, his neck could not turn back at all.

Jiang An didn't know when he put on a pair of rimless glasses, the lenses were very thin, and the silver wire in the middle was placed on the bridge of the tall nose, blocking those aggressive eyes.

With the loosening of a shirt at the neckline, the slender fingers casually played with a fountain pen, and the whole person seemed to have a rather refined and scum temperament.

Anyway, Wen Sui hadn't seen this look in the past 18 years, so it was quite fresh.

"You... aren't near-sighted? What kind of pose do you have inexplicably?" Wen Sui said contemptuously.

Jiang An glanced at him and explained: "The degree is not high, and there is a little astigmatism. I can't see clearly in the last row."

Wen Sui was speechless, lazily complaining with his legs on his legs: "You don't wear it when you drive, so you came here on purpose to recruit girls today, scheming dog."

"Why, do you think it looks good?" Jiang An raised his eyebrows and pointed out the key points directly.

Wen Sui choked for a moment, and wanted to say it was ugly, but it was really a bit wrong.

But he just didn't want this person to raise his tail: "It looks like a beast who wants to wear white gloves to go out to do bad things at night."

Jiang An: "...Your language skills are really high."

Wang Qiyue next to him laughed, and poked Wen Sui's back with a pen: "You are really outrageous, you even care about your brother wearing glasses? Do you care about him taking a bath and going to the toilet?"

"There are even more outrageous things, but I dare not say." Jian Ying said leisurely at the side, looking at the two with a half-smile, "I still have the evidence here."

What Wen Sui feared most in his life was threats from others, bluffing, and scaring anyone.

He went back provocatively with raised eyes: "Show him, who is the one who loses face in the end? Anyway, the main character in the video is not me, so I'm not embarrassed."

Jian Ying: "..."

He didn't wake up and yelled at Wen Sui. Besides facing his brother, did this thing have any cute reactions from other people?

It was Wang Qiyue who heard the clues, and said pitifully: "No, it's fine for the three of you to play together behind the back of the National Day. It seems that there are many little secrets that I don't know. I was excluded."

Jian Ying patted his head and smiled kindly: "It's better not to know, just obediently be a straight man."

This remark made people think a lot, Wang Qiyue was shocked, and felt that he had overreacted, so he lowered his voice and asked, "No, who bent?"

There were three suspects, and they were all in front of him, but looking carefully at these handsome faces, they seemed to be all straight, and it was really hard to tell them apart.

Wen Sui didn't bother to pay attention to him at all, while drawing a straight line on the draft paper, he said casually: "If you want to bend, Jian Ying should bend first."

"How is it possible, this classmate, please don't throw the pot out, please recognize yourself." Jian Ying propped her head, complaining speechlessly.

After saying this, Wen Sui's hands trembled, the straight line suddenly bent at an angle, and a strange curve appeared on the paper.

He threw the pen aside speechlessly, a little annoyed: "Have you been fooled by Ji Xiaoyu? You believe whatever he says."

"Damn it, who is Ji Xiaoyu?"

Wang Qiyue held his face bitterly, feeling that he was completely abandoned by this world, as if he just went to the bathroom, and the movie had already fast-forwarded to the finale.

The first class is macroeconomics. Wen Sui's study skills are fully mastered, and after a little listening, he basically figured it out.

It's just that he hasn't attended class for a long time, and he feels a little sleepy after listening to it. He shook his legs a little bored, and saw the screen of the mobile phone next to him light up.

[Jiang]: Listen carefully

[Do Not Disturb]: Listen, it's you, what phone are you playing on?

[Jiang]: I see you are in a daze, your eyes are distracted

[Do Not Disturb]: My God, you are not the roundworm in my stomach, you can tell from this

[Do Not Disturb]: I am digesting this in my brain, do you understand

[Jiang]: It is best

Wen Sui didn't bother to pay attention to him, so he simply bombarded him with emojis, sending twenty big white eyes in a row.

Jiang An pressed copy to save, and returned thirty of them with the same emoji.

The whole dialog looks like schoolchildren fighting, bouncing back and forth.

Wen Sui was amused, and stared at the emoji and learned the same movement.

"The two students in the last row who have been sending messages, get up and answer the answer to this question. The boy with white hair will speak first." The professor who was giving the lecture couldn't stand it anymore, so he called his name loudly.

The heads of the dozen or so rows in front turned their heads in unison, looking at the back row of the large classroom, with excited faces, as if they were watching a play.

Wen Sui really hasn't been called up to answer a question in 800 years, so he replied in a daze: "I choose A".

"I choose B." Jiang An quickly glanced at the stem of the question, and then added a sentence.

The professor laughed angrily, knocked on the textbook, and asked emphatically, "Student Baimao, which question did you answer?"

Wen Sui raised his eyes and said lazily, "Question 13."

The professor asked again: "Where is the black-haired student?"

Jiang An's face was expressionless, and he said softly, "Question 14."

"Very good, the answer is that there is no problem, and you did a good job." The professor smiled slightly, gnashed his teeth, picked up the textbook and shook it remotely, "But I have already talked about the 17th exposition question, and you two still stopped at 10 minutes ago ? Who are you so serious about sending messages to? Are you planning to retake the next semester by paddling like this on the first day of class?"

It would be embarrassing to be caught deserting class on the first day, but it happened to be the first class with so many people, and there were ups and downs of booing from all directions.

Wen Sui's face remained unmoved, holding the realization that I would drag my brother into the water even if I die, and directly confessed to his accomplices: "Follow him."

The professor was full of question marks, and asked, "With whom?"

"The two of us are sending each other." Wen Sui paused, "Is it understandable?"

"You two just sit next to each other and still send messages? I don't quite understand." Professor Yuan is notoriously strict. It was probably the first time he saw someone so arrogant. He stopped his lectures and insisted on this matter.

Jiang An pushed his glasses with his index finger, and explained solemnly: "Because I don't want to disturb other students in class, I'm afraid of making noise when I talk."

Hearing this, you are still planning to talk. The professor felt that he was completely provoked, and squinted his eyes: "That is Jiang An, right? I remember it is the freshman representative of this year. Since you are so confident in your studies, then you come up Finish the rest of the questions."

Originally, he wanted to show off his authority and make people admit their mistakes, but he didn't expect this person to really get up and walk up to the podium with his textbooks in hand.

Wen Sui raised his eyebrows, okay, it seems that I have nothing to do, just sit down and close the microphone.

As soon as the butt touched the seat, the professor said again: "What's Baimao's name, you will help me correct the homework for this class."

Wen Sui: "..."

Why don't you let me go up to give a lecture and change my homework, it's a waste of time.

Someone in the front row rushed to answer for him: "Teacher, his name is Wen Sui, and he was the winner of the cutest bear before."

Wen Sui glared at the man with a fierce look on his face, friend, does anyone still mention the thing about you peeing your pants when you were a child?

"Okay, Wen Sui, remember to find me in the office before the next class." The professor stood sideways and gave up the podium to Jiang An, with an attitude of "I see if you dare not attend the class".

However, the man stood on the stage quite calmly, folded his cuffs up two inches lazily, took a marker pen, and went on quite smoothly along the topic just now, without stuttering at all.

The professor was stunned, the classmates were stunned by this coercive act, and a lot of girls were going to be insanely fascinated by such an eye-catching scene.

Let me just ask, if every university had such a gentle and handsome guy giving lectures, who would not listen well.

It's just that Wen Sui propped his head up, watching someone keep taking pictures of Jiang An with their mobile phone, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart.

The possessive desire that accompanied him since he was a child seemed to be back, but now it was different. He was facing the entire freshman department of economics and management, and even those from other departments.

He sat in the last row, watching Jiang An from a distance standing on the stage like a dog, wearing a pair of rimless glasses, and he couldn't hide his aura in every gesture.

I feel annoyed for no reason, and I have nowhere to vent my anger. I have two eyes and one nose, and I don't know what to look at.

After listening for another 10 minutes, Wen Sui suddenly got up and interrupted the lecture: "Professor Yuan, I'm sorry, I don't have time to help you correct your homework, I will explain the rest."

Jiang An froze for a second, stopped his writing hand, turned around and looked at him from a distance, raised his eyebrows lightly, and asked a question silently.

The surrounding discussions started again, and I felt that this class was really worth it.

"Are the freshmen this year so fierce? Are all the people who know how to ask questions?"

"I am a member of the lower class of Beijing University, and I can only drooling and looking up at the top students."

"It can only be said that these two are really brave. Who doesn't know that Professor Yuan is as strict as the high school director, and dare to be so crazy."

"But he's really handsome. If it wasn't for the class with the handsome guy, whoever chose Yuan Hou's class would be crazy."

.........

It was probably the first time in Professor Yuan's rigorous 20-year teaching career that he was challenged twice in a row, and he lost his expression: "You understand it well, okay, you come, Jiang An, let him pick it up, I'll take a look." Do you have the ability?"

The later questions become more complicated, and it is easy to make mistakes if you don't pay attention. It is clear that I want to see people make a fool of themselves and teach them a lesson.

Wen Sui stood up with his textbook in hand, endured the pain in his ankle, walked across the aisle to the podium in a rather arrogant posture.

He tapped Jiang An's arm with his fingertips, took the marker pen in his hand, and signaled to make room: "Let's go."

Today I will let you forget about the cutest fucking bear, and see the real skills of your teacher Wen Sui.

Wen Suigang listened carefully to what Jiang An said, and followed his thoughts smoothly, without any mistakes.

Jiang An stood on the edge of the podium with his textbook in his arms, his eyes fixed on the person writing on the blackboard, unable to move his eyes away.

The handwriting is elegant and clear. It is really hard not to like such a high-spirited Wen Sui.

It's just such a move, as if he insisted on competing with himself, and he was quite determined to win.

Jiang An lowered his head and laughed, then raised his eyes, and saw the various gazes below who were staring at Wen Sui, and suddenly had an epiphany.

Could it be that the kid did it by himself because he didn't want to be stared at by others?After all, at the beginning, he did not refute the professor's proposal.

Guessing this possibility, Jiang An became in a good mood for no reason, and even the corners of his mouth curved a little.

After going around for a long time, Wen Suisui was jealous, and his possessiveness was still so strong.

Ten minutes later, Wen Sui's lecture came to an end. He closed his textbook and turned his head to look at the professor: "It was our fault for sending messages in class. I wonder if my lecture and Jiang's lecture can offset the crime?"

"You're very good, don't talk about it next time." Professor Yuan waved the person off with a cold face. "After class, I will post the homework online and submit it before midnight on Thursday."

After speaking, he strode out of the door of the lecture theater and was so angry that he almost had a heart attack.

As soon as the bell rang, the classroom suddenly became noisy, and there were booing and booing.

Wen Suixin said, the cutest bear this time should have completely changed the story.

He glanced at his handwriting, turned his head to show off to Jiang An: "I think my handwriting is better than yours."

"Yes, you are the prettiest." Jiang An stared at the writing on the blackboard, the two of them each took half of the writing, one free and easy and the other neat, two completely different styles.

Wen Sui pursed his lips, and sighed: "I offended Lao Yuan the first day, life is hard, I'd better take a photo as a souvenir."

He reached into his trouser pocket and took out his phone, only to realize that he forgot to charge it yesterday, and the screen turned black after sending a message.

He touched the person next to him with his arm, and whispered, "It's turned off, let me borrow yours."

Jiang An handed it over indifferently, said a word, and strode across the aisle toward the back: "Your coat is still on the seat, I'll get it for you."

"Well, you go." Wen Sui slid open the screen, without a password, and said in his heart that there was really no secret at all.

He clicked on the camera mode, took a few pictures in a row, and swipe back and forth to enjoy it for a few seconds.

When I exited, I accidentally saw that there was a separate category in the album, and it was locked, which was very mysterious.

Wen Sui knew all of Jiang An's passwords, but he didn't intend to spy on his brother's body, but it was too mysterious, and the contrast with Jiang An's not-so-secret personality was too great.

He stared blankly at the name of the photo album, which didn't fit in with the other simple and rough classifications. For a moment, he felt that his brain, which was still thinking smoothly and giving lectures just now, suddenly couldn't turn.

The name of the album is very crooked, just four words: my baby.

Jiang An hooked his coat and folded it back again. Seeing his dull expression, he asked in a low voice, "What's wrong? Was it fine just now?"

Wen Sui didn't speak, but stared at him sadly, as if he was looking at some cheating scumbag.

Jiang An closed his glasses and said softly, "Speak."

Wen Sui snorted coldly, didn't bother to pay attention to him, pursed his lips, threw the phone back into his pocket, and turned around angrily.

It's just that my mind is messed up, and there is an inexplicable unhappiness in my heart, or jealousy.

He ranked them first, and his brother had already secretly hidden other treasures behind his back.

So, who is this baby who killed a thousand swords?

The author has something to say: Sui Sui: Playing a character makes me jealous

My brother’s name is so nasty, see Chapter 24 for the explanation of the locked album

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