Straight male roommate gets gay by beauty

With Song Tianze's Wechat, Luo Han seemed to have found a new continent. He looked through his circle of friends whenever he had time, but within two days he found that the circle of friends was not open to him, which made Luo Han very uncomfortable.

People only added WeChat to get his help at critical moments.

He limply lay down on the table, pouted, "Stingy."

Song Tianze's WeChat ID is his phone number, his WeChat nickname is a basketball emoticon package, and his profile picture and WeChat background image are photos of Jordan holding a basketball.

It seems that he really, really likes basketball.

Jordan should be his favorite idol...?

Luo Han immediately changed the note to "Song Big Dog", and laughed for a long time after changing it.

It's not because of anything else, but that day when he saw Song Tianze sitting at the door of the dormitory, he looked so much like a watchdog, and he felt that it was unreasonable not to change the note to a dog.

Song Tianze said that Luo Han was narrow-minded, but in fact he wasn't too narrow-minded. After he blocked Luo Han from Moments, he still went to his Moments to check things out.

In fact, he has always been curious in his heart, what kind of painting style would a person like Luo Han have in his circle of friends.

Fortunately, Luo Han didn't block him. When he was fishing in class that day, he turned his circle of friends to the bottom.

The world of an art student is indeed different from that of a science guy like him, full of a strong artistic atmosphere.

Luo Han's profile picture is a little milk cat, his WeChat nickname is "Han.", and the background picture is a wheat field.

Song Tianze seemed to have opened the door to a new world. He created a special photo album and secretly saved all the pictures he thought were beautiful.Among them are landscape pictures, oil paintings, and various private drafts.

Unexpectedly, this guy can not only draw but also take pictures, and the quality of the pictures is quite high, no less than that of professionals.

What nickname should I give him?

He first changed it to "die gay", then frowned, and changed it to "annoying person".He frowned again, changed it to "white skin", and then changed it to "small dimple".

Small dimples?

He even admired himself for being able to think of such a crooked word.

"...You are disgusting, Song Tianze, go to hell." He slapped himself, and threw the phone into the belly of the table.

studio.

After Luo Han collected and handed in all the homework of his classmates, he returned to his seat. Zhao Ming just came back from the outside after washing his brushes and paint trays, and sat down beside him.

"Hey Luo Han, why didn't I see your work shortlisted in the school competition last time? It shouldn't be, it's too unreasonable for a big touch like you."

"The teacher looked at it and told me to keep that drawing for more important competitions in the future. It's a pity to use it in this small school competition."

At this time, the teacher came over from the front and asked Luo Han to go out for a while.

"You mean... let me directly participate in the provincial competition?"

"Yes," the teacher pushed the glasses on the bridge of the nose, "I know that you have always regretted not letting you participate in the school competition last time, it doesn't matter, gold always shines, and I also feel It’s an overkill. I’ll send you the theme of the provincial competition right now, and there’s still plenty of time. You try your best to prepare, and you can show me the first draft at any time. I look forward to your winning the prize.”

"Okay, okay, thank you teacher."

Luo Han soon received a WeChat message from the teacher.

The theme of the provincial competition is only two words: teenagers.

juvenile.

A figure on the playground instantly appeared in his mind.

This day, Luo Han basically stayed in the studio and didn't come out. Even if there were students from other grades in the classroom, he didn't leave. He just sat in the corner with a brush and conceived.No matter it is the voice of the teacher lecturing, or any troubles, they can't break into his ears.

In the evening, he did not pack up his things and leave the studio until the master in charge of cutting off the electricity came in to chase away people.

When passing by Mingde Building, he saw many students moving books at the door, and one of the boys had a stack of books in his arms, and anyone who read it felt that he was struggling.

Anyway, there was nothing to do next, so he took the initiative to help the boy, "Give me half, where do you want to move, and I will help you send it there."

"Really!" The little boy looked overjoyed, as if he had seen the savior, "Student, you are so kind! It's in the building next to Mingde, send it to classroom 405, please!"

"no problem."

Luo Han didn't expect that the stack of books was much heavier than it looked, and he was out of breath just as he reached the bottom of the building, and he had to rest for a while before he could move on.

He waited for a long time in front of the elevator, and when the elevator door opened, he met a face that looked like a fool, holding a pile of dead-looking books on his chest.

Luo Han hesitated for five seconds, his first reaction was to wait for the next trip, but then he thought, why should he wait so long because of this person wronging him?Also made a very guilty conscience.

So he entered the elevator as if nothing had happened, and stood beside him.

The two glared at each other.

"It's really bad luck for you to come to move books."

"Say it as if I don't feel bad luck."

What's even more unfortunate is that the place they are going to is classroom 405.

When they got out of the elevator, they didn't let anyone else in. Luo Han suffered from being thin and thin, and was almost squeezed onto the cold floor by Song with his books.

It was late in the classroom, and the two of them were the only ones walking around on the fourth floor. After putting away the two stacks of books, a cleaner called them suddenly: "Hey, hey, those two young men over there, come here. Come and do me a favor and move these two big cardboard boxes to the farthest compartment in the east."

Fortunately, both of them have the spirit of helping others. Without saying a word, they picked up a cardboard box and walked in the direction of the uncle's finger.

"Thank you, thank you! Then I'll be off work, sir! Oh, my old waist, but I can't do it..."

Luo Han was in front, Song Tianze was behind, and the two entered the compartment one after another to fiddle with boxes.

Song Tianze can't control his mouth, and now he feels uncomfortable if he doesn't fight with Luo Han for a second, and insists on molesting him when he bends over and shows his flesh, which makes Luo Han's face ugly.

The cubicle was very dark, and I couldn’t even see anyone inside when I stood at the door, so when the time came, the security guard came to lock the door, but I didn’t notice that there were two students who were about 1.8 meters tall inside.

These two are also belatedly. The security guard locked the door for 5 minutes before realizing that they were trapped here.

"Damn, why is the door locked? Is there anyone outside? Hurry up and open it! There are still people inside!" Song Tianze pressed the doorknob desperately, and yelled twice. He didn't attract anyone outside, but Luo Han almost quarreled deaf.

"Could you calm down first, I'll call Xiao Nuo," Luo Han took out his phone, opened it and put it back in his pocket, and told him weakly: "No, there is no signal."

Song Tianze immediately glanced at his phone, and sure enough there was no signal. At that moment, he really wanted to kick the broken door open, but no matter how strong he was, he couldn't do it. After all, the door was made of iron. Still will measure.

After more than ten minutes of ideological struggle, the two finally accepted a red.bare.naked reality-

They are going to spend the night here together.

The space in this cubicle was too narrow. In order to maintain the maximum distance, the two could only face each other, and one sat on the ground leaning against a wall.

Because the legs are too long, no matter how hard you bend, you will inevitably bump into each other.

The atmosphere was extremely awkward.

"Every time I meet you, nothing good happens." Song Tianze complained, holding his chin.

Luo Han glanced at him in disgust, "It's alright with each other, if you don't irritate people by talking so much, we'll be able to get out soon, and we'll just stare here."

Song Tianze snorted and said, "I have big eyes."

Luo Han objected: "Nonsense, you are small-eyed."

"Hey, who's talking nonsense, compare me if you don't believe me," Song Tianze pointed at himself unconvinced, and looked straight at him, "See if you see it, it's called big eyes."

Luo Han was completely amused by him, and laughed undisguisedly, "Hey, are you childish, Song Tianze, are you really three years old? Did you go to kindergarten instead of university?"

Song Tianze also realized that posing such childish questions is really boring, so he folded his arms and leaned back, "You're only three years old."

The two spent another rather awkward hour in the airtight cubicle.

Luo Han spent a whole day of mental and physical strength, and the surroundings were so quiet, it didn't take long for his eyelids to fight and his head to nod.

Song Tianze's eyes had been wandering elsewhere, but he realized that the person opposite him was dozing off, so he quickly looked down at his watch.

It was only nine o'clock and he started to feel sleepy. It really didn't fit the style of a college student at all.

He himself is full of energy now, not only can't sit still, but also can't calm down for some reason. If he doesn't find something to do, find something to talk about, he will be suffocated to death.

But what is there?Except for the mosquitoes, it was just a pile of tattered boxes, and Luo Han was the only living creature he could toss about.

So he leaned forward, put his elbows on his knees, raised his neck and looked at Luo Han who was dozing off, "Tell me about you, I say I hate gays, that means you and I will never get along peacefully I said it so clearly, you just need to take the initiative to move out of 303 and change the dormitory with someone else, isn’t it just hello, me, hello everyone? Why do you have to find abuse yourself? You can’t beat me, I really don’t I understand, what on earth are you obsessed with, are your bones really that hard?"

It seemed that Luo Han was really asleep, but he vomited a series of words without waking him up, and he still closed his eyes as before, nodding his head down.

Outside the window, a beam of soft moonlight came in, hitting the bridge of Luo Han's nose, as if coating it with a layer of silver; the curled eyelashes were like fans, casting a small shadow on the lower eyelid.

Song Tianze had to admit that this boy was really beautiful, prettier than all the girls he had ever seen. His face was as delicate as a porcelain doll, and his legs were as thin as his arms, making him even more like a doll.

Not responding is a very tormenting thing for Song Tianze, especially when a response is urgently needed.

He didn't want Luo Han to fall asleep so peacefully, so he got up from the ground, took two steps forward, squatted down in front of Luo Han, brought his face closer, and gently hooked his chin, "Ask you Well, Luo Wa, tell me what you think, are you just not going to leave? I don’t understand, don’t you also hate me and annoy me, so why are you asking for trouble and persisting until now? ah?"

Luo Han still didn't respond at all.

I don't know how this person can be so sleepy, how can he fall asleep in such an uncomfortable position.

In fact, he himself knew that he had nothing to say, because he was too bored and couldn't fall asleep at all.

"Don't sleep with Luo Wa, I don't understand how you can sleep." Song Tianze moved his face closer impatiently, "Tell me what you think, why you are so stubborn, just say something."

Luo Han still nodded without responding.

"It's not that you stop taking a nap, talk to me. Let me tell you, if you..."

His voice stopped abruptly in the air.

Because Luo Han's lips were pressed against him without warning.

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