On a thousand fishing tips for green tea

Ye Jiaqing posted the newly painted nail polish on her toenails on Jiayao Delicacy. If you look carefully, you can still see shiny shards falling on it.

He is too white to use p, the original picture is straight out, the skin color of the instep, the ankle and the skin of a small exposed calf are uniform snow white, really white as snow, as if it will collapse if you touch it.

[Aooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowwife" ]

[Squat a nail polish link, don't bother with micro-businesses, ask for the same style as Wuwu. ]

[Why do some people feel good when they show their jio, shame~]

[Wu Wu ever learned to dance?The instep looks like mine. ]

[I feel the same as the sisters upstairs. The straight lines are too beautiful. Every time my teacher asks me to stretch them, they say that they are stretched like this. I think unless I break my bones and rearrange them, it turns out that it can really be done. Stretched so perfectly! ! ! ! ]

[Wuwu said it before, he has studied ballet and can also dance classical dance, Wuwu is awesome! ]

[Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, is Wuwu still so versatile? ]

[No wonder, although Wu Wu is always so shy, but every time he grasps the scale just right, flattering but not vulgar, I really want to see what Wu Wu looks like~]

Ye Jiaqing posted the link of the nail polish and cut the number.

Jia Yao Mei Cuisine can only be regarded as his very private trumpet, a way to let go of himself. His fans call him by his nickname, but if one day this account is exposed, he doesn't care.

Would he be afraid that others would know his true nature?

Ye Jiaqing had never been afraid of anything.

After spending time on the small account, Ye Jiaqing went back to the large account and posted a neatly recorded daily Weibo.

[I made good friends in college, happy! /picture]

What he sent was Song Nanqi's profile in class, which he secretly took.

However, Ye Jiaqing forgot what class he was taking.

The scene in the photo was obviously in the afternoon, Song Nanqi looked a little lazy, the black T-shirt set off his exposed skin with a cold white, his browbones were straight, his eye sockets were deep, and the setting sun A thin layer of golden light and shadow was drawn on the side of his face.

At that time, the original intention of taking this photo seemed to be... because Song Namky looks very delicious, it looks delicious.

Many of the people who paid attention to Ye Jiaqing's tuba were high school alumni and university alumni who crawled over from the address given on the forum, as well as some netizens who licked their faces, and the rest were Ye Jiaqing's relatives and friends.

[Uncle: Wuwu has made new friends/Smile! ]

[Mom: This boy is so handsome/roses/roses/roses! ]

[Aunt: Are you going to college? /Celebrate/Celebrate! ]

[Auntie: Study hard! /struggle/struggle/struggle! ]

Lin Chuqi knocked on Ye Jiaqing a few times directly at the small window.

[Chuqi: I wiped you to send Song Nanqi's photo directly?Have you asked his opinion? ]

[Chu Qi: Those photos in the forum are not as clear as yours. No wonder you kept yourself safe after you went to college. This guy is really good-looking. I almost feel ashamed. ]

[Chu Qi: But he looks so serious, are you sure he would like this kind of flamboyance? ]

Ye Jiaqing held up her phone and replied slowly.

[Song Nanqi, how should I put it, I am now a good friend he recognizes, and he won't blame me for anything I do. ]

[It shouldn’t be, it’s impossible for him not to like me, he should really like me. ]

Lin Chuqi sent a voice message.

Ye Jiaqing turned off the speakerphone and put it close to his ear to listen.

"Shameless! Dirty! Bitch!"

Although the hands-free was not turned on, the sound of speaking still disturbed Song Nanqi, the other party did not move, and Ye Jiaqing saw that his writing movement paused slightly.

Ye Jiaqing took the initiative to open Weibo, and handed the phone to Song Nanqi. The phone screen displayed the first Weibo on Ye Jiaqing's large personal homepage. Ye Jiaqing smiled so hard, "I posted Weibo with your photo, You don't mind, do you?"

What's the point?

Song Nanqi glanced at the Weibo content that the other party just posted, and said lightly: "I don't mind."

Ye Jiaqing smiled triumphantly, "I knew it."

He looked so alive and pleasing.

Song Nanqi was puzzled and said, "Know what?"

Ye Jiaqing frankly told Song Nanqi the conversation he had just had with Lin Chuqi.

"Lin Chuqi said you would be angry, I said no, I told him that Song Nanqi loved me the most, and he scolded me, look, I told you that you would not be angry." Ye Jiaqing's tone seemed to be complaining, And with a little show off.

He now looks like a good student who obediently answers the teacher's questions.

The two pink lips open and close, and the two rows of shell-like teeth bite together beautifully. The tip of his tongue is very small, thin and thin, and it is gentle and gentle when he speaks.

How could Song Nanqi get angry with Ye Jiaqing over such a trivial matter.

"Who is Lin Chuqi?" Hearing a name he had never heard from Ye Jiaqing, Song Nanqi turned his head and asked softly.

"I was young, and I grew up with him. He and I studied together in junior high and high school." Ye Jiaqing pressed his phone to chat with Lin Chuqi, not noticing the momentary glint in Song Nanqi's eyes. unexpected.

"Grow up together?" Song Nanqi felt that his heart was stuffy.

Ye Jiaqing nodded affirmatively, "Yes, we grew up together."

Everyone knows what it means to "grow up together", which means that these two people have a past that many newcomers don't know.

Song Nanqi had seen some things that fell from the sky and bamboo horses on the Internet. He was not interested in such topics, but he also knew the general meaning of these two words.

He is heaven.

That seventh day is a bamboo horse.

The Internet is one-sided, and those who are scolded are heaven.

Tianxiang can never beat a bamboo horse.

Song Nanqi thought of Ye Jiaqing's affectionate tone when he mentioned Lin Chuqi just now, and felt slightly sour in his heart.

He couldn't control it, and the tip of the pen directly scratched several pages in the notebook.

Ye Jiaqing really has a lot of friends.

Ye Jiaqing is very smart, at least in terms of insight into people's hearts, he has a certain talent.

He looked at Song Nanqi for two seconds, and called out softly, "Song Nanqi~"

Song Nanqi looked at him, his gaze was as deep as water.

Ye Jiaqing felt that the other party's gaze directly looked into his heart. He lost his mind for a moment, and then said embarrassingly: "Song Nanqi, what is your name on Weibo? I don't seem to follow you."

Song Nanqi: "I don't play Weibo."

Oh……

After touching it for a few minutes, Song Nanqi flicked Ye Jiaqing's forehead lightly.

Ye Jiaqing covered his forehead and looked blankly at the person leaning over.

"Is this your number?" Song Nanqi handed the phone to Ye Jiaqing, "I follow you."

This is the second time Ye Jiaqing lost his mind today.

Song Nanqi actually looks like the kind of aristocrat who is not close to you, and you can tell that he is someone else's child. If you ask him what his usual hobbies are, he will definitely answer that studying is building socialism.

So when he treats people well, he will be very simple and simple.

"Okay!" Ye Jiaqing was full of joy.

Seeing that he was so happy, Song Nanqi couldn't help curling his lips.

Song Nanqi continued to read.

Ye Jiaqing lay on the table, clicked on Song Nanqi's Weibo account, and wanted to see what he had posted on his homepage.If you know yourself and the enemy, you will never be imperiled in a hundred battles.

But this account has only one fan, a novice guide, and only one follower, Ye Jiaqing.

Even the user nickname is the user 7790879 assigned by the system.

It looks like it's newly registered.

Song Nanqi specially registered an account to play with Ye Jiaqing.

He only paid attention to Ye Jiaqing.

After a while, Ye Jiaqing heard the crisp sound of the mobile phone knocking on the table from Song Nanqi's position behind him.

at the same time.

This newly registered Weibo account has its first Weibo.

[User 7790879 reposted Yiqing's Weibo: New friend! / fists / roses / smiley face]

Ye Jiaqing: ",,,,,,"

Kind of funny.

Kind of cute.

They don't have classes in the evening, but the class monitors and cultural and entertainment committee members will hold a small meeting together, and the class assistants of each class will also accompany them.

When it was time to go out, the pouring rain poured down violently.

Accompanied by lightning and thunder, standing in the dormitory, you can feel the coolness rushing towards your face. The temperature seems to drop in an instant, and the remaining heat of summer is drenched.The entire black sky was occasionally split open by a bolt of lightning from far to near, and quickly closed again.

Du Ting ran to the balcony to put away all his clothes. Wearing flip-flops, the water that was all over the ground came in, "Fuck, it rained heavily! It fell directly into the balcony."

He distributed the clothes in his hand to their owners side by side.

When he picked up a pair of four corners with Peppa Pig's head printed on its butt, he froze for a moment, then laughed loudly, "Whose shit is this hahahahahahahaha!"

Before Du Ting could laugh enough, someone snatched the shorts from his hand, and Ni Xiaoxiao rudely threw the underwear into the closet, "Why are you laughing? What's so funny?"

Du Ting couldn't stop laughing.

"Who uses a pink hair dryer as shorts, how old are you?"

Both Ye Jiaqing and Song Nanqi looked over curiously.

Ni Xiaoxiao walked over angrily and pushed Du Ting, but he was not even 175cm tall, while Du Ting's height was close to 1.9 meters, Du Ting stood still, Ni Xiaoxiao was like an ant shaking a big tree, her small face It's flushed.

"Look at me today, you bitch..."

"I go……"

Ni Xiaoxiao's scolding stopped because of Du Ting's shocked expression, and his and Du Ting's eyes fell on a pair of black shorts in Du Ting's hand.

"Whose? Whose is this?!" The jealous husband Du Ting held up his underwear, his voice changed, like a duck.

No one claimed it.

After a while.

Song Nanqi stood up, he didn't need to tiptoe, he easily took the things from Du Ting's hands, and said lightly: "Mine."

Returned to its original owner.

Ye Jiaqing blinked, a little convinced by Du Ting's IQ, it wasn't Ni Xiaoxiao's pink hair dryer, and it wasn't his own, so who else could it be, it must be Song Nanqi's.

Du Ting returned all the clothes to their original owners.

He threw his two short sleeves into the closet, then ran to Song Nanqi and squatted down, asking a question in a low voice.

Song Nanqi's voice is cold, even if the volume is not high, it is very easy to distinguish.

"The level of a person's ability is not determined by the size," Song Nanqi said in a cold and distant tone, like an artificial voice reply without any emotion, "I can answer you if you learn the method, but if you ask me how I grew up so big... "

He pondered for a moment and said, "This question doesn't make any sense."

Du Ting: "..."

Do you not want to live anymore? !

Du Ting secretly glanced at Ni Xiaoxiao and Ye Jiaqing next to him, and tugged at Song Nanqi's sleeve, "Don't make me look small, I'm not small, but not as small as you..."

Song Nanqi pursed his lips, saw Du Ting's embarrassment clearly, and was about to comfort him, "Heroes can't be judged by size", when Ye Jiaqing's appearance when he talked to him shyly and smartly flashed across his mind .

At that time, Ye Jiaqing said that big means broad-mindedness, but now after Du Ting made such a move, Song Nanqi lowered his eyes and thought for a while, and he felt that Ye Jiaqing might have other meanings that he didn't say.

Du Ting failed to get the secret book and was about to return in disappointment when Song Nanqi suddenly pressed his shoulder.

This is the first time.

It was the first time that Song Nanqi was so close to someone other than Ye Jiaqing.

It's true that Du Ting is gay, but he doesn't like Song Nanqi. Song Nanqi looks like the kind of 1 that is so strong that it explodes.

Maybe it's because of the close distance. Du Ting found out that Song Nanqi's nose is so damn straight, his eyes are so damn good-looking, and his skin is really good, like the perfect husband's face pinched in the game.

"What's wrong?" Du Ting also lowered his voice in response to Song Nanqi's mystery.

It was the first time that Song Nanqi felt uncertain and hesitant. He cherished Ye Jiaqing as a good friend. Ye Jiaqing didn't take the initiative to tell him something. He shouldn't ask others, but he couldn't help wanting to know more about Ye Jiaqing.

Between friends, there should be no secrets.

"..." Song Nanqi bent down, and asked softly in Du Ting's ear, "What do you mean?"

Du Ting almost squatted on the ground, he asked Song Nanqi in a breathy voice: "Old Song, who said such things to you?"

Naturally, Song Nanqi couldn't be called Ye Jiaqing.

"A classmate."

Du Ting was shocked.

who is it? !

who is it!

Big guts!

To openly say such obscene words to the glorious old Song!

But Du Ting still answered honestly.

He looked around, and there were only Ye Jiaqing's little school girl and Ni Xiaoxiao's little idiot all around, they were all busy with their own affairs and didn't pay attention to this side.

"It's just..." After Du Ting finished speaking, he distanced himself from Song Nanqi, "Got it?"

Song Nanqi paused for a few seconds, and thanked Du Ting very seriously.

This... this kind of indecent topic, there is no need to thank you so seriously, it makes people feel embarrassed, Du Ting scratched his head, sighed that Lao Song is really well-bred, and went back to his desk and chair down.

But after he sat down, he was still curious about who said that to Lao Song.

The most surprising thing is that Lao Song actually took what this man said to heart!

It's almost time for all members of the group in Aite to hold a meeting.

But it's still raining.

Ye Jiaqing glanced outside the door, he didn't really want to go out, even with Song Nanqi, he didn't want to, beauty is not always attractive.

He heard the movement of the chair legs rubbing against the floor as the book was closed behind him. Sure enough, Ye Jiaqing turned his head and saw Song Nanqi took out an umbrella from the cabinet, and the other party's dark eyes met Ye Jiaqing's gaze.

"Let's go." Song Nanqi said.

Ye Jiaqing stood up helplessly.

A gust of wind blew in from outside the door, and Ye Jiaqing glanced at his arms and got goosebumps, "I'm looking for a dress." He opened the closet and took a thin light green shirt.

The green is white, and it sets off Ye Jia's sapphire-like translucency.

Ye Jiaqing buttoned up his shirt and was about to leave. Song Nanqi tapped the ground with the tip of his umbrella, "You don't have an umbrella?"

Ye Jiaqing stopped, and he slapped his forehead, "Yes, bring an umbrella."

He seriously went to the cabinet to find an umbrella, and finally found a pink sun umbrella, which was very small and looked fragile, very similar to Ye Jiaqing's impression.

"Well," Ye Jiaqing hesitated while holding the umbrella, "Song Nanqi...is your umbrella big enough? If it's big enough, can I share an umbrella with you?"

Song Nanqi glanced down at the umbrella in his hand. Before he started school, the housekeeper had prepared several umbrellas. This was the largest umbrella among them, with a golden handle, a black umbrella surface, and hard ribs.

"Well, it's big enough," Song Nanqi nodded, "Let's go."