Scumbag Transformation System

After bidding farewell to the counselor, Ji Yuming also had a special harvest. He took away a redundant group photo of last year's graduation season and a leaflet of outstanding graduates that the teachers forcibly stuffed.

Ji Yuming smiled as if he had stolen honey, and hid the flyer, refusing to be taken away by Fu Chuxiu.

When Fu Chuxiu caught a glimpse of the headshot on the promotional paper, he felt a complex feeling in his heart. Intellectually, Fu Chuxiu had no relevant memory and thought that the photo had nothing to do with him, but embarrassment and shyness came to his mind inexplicably.

"Almost enough." Fu Chuxiu saw that Ji Yuming had been staring at the big head photo above, and even took out his mobile phone too much, taking pictures from multiple directions as a souvenir, and finally couldn't help but say.

Ji Yuming ignored him, carefully folded the piece of paper a few times, and thoughtfully folded the part with Fu Chuxiu's photo on the top, and then put the piece of paper into his pocket.

"How can I do that? This is a good thing, it must be well hidden."

Ji Yuming was in a good mood at this time, and asked with the extra spoils, "Go to the School of Economics and Management next?"

Fu Chuxiu narrowed his eyes slightly, "Yes."

Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge.He did not believe that the School of Economics and Management did not have such a "thing".

But there was really nothing to gain. After all, Ji Yuming was a year older than Fu Chuxiu, and the graduation photos from two years ago had been cleaned up last year.

When Ji Yuming heard the news, he immediately raised his eyebrows with joy, "What are you expecting, of course there is no such thing."

Fu Chuxiu was a little disappointed in his heart, but he didn't show it. He put his hands in his pockets and gently squeezed the warm baby that Ji Yuming handed over, which he said was no longer warm.

Feeling the warmth from it, Fu Chuxiu suddenly said, "Do you want to eat?"

"My treat."

Boyfriend, treat, dinner.Putting these three words together, a normal person will first think of candlelight dinner.

Ji Yuming was no exception, he coughed lightly, and responded awkwardly, "Where are we going to eat?"

Fu Chuxiu didn't understand why he was suddenly shy. Seeing Ji Yuming looking around, he didn't look at him, so he just stretched out his hand and led him out of the school gate, without any intention of walking towards the parking lot, and then went straight to the Mala Tang booth.

? ? ?Isn't it a candlelight dinner?

Ji Yuming looked at the fairly clean stall in front of him, with a cold expression on his face, this serious calculation is also the first date between the two of them, that's it?

I have never killed a pig, but I have seen a pig run away.

Where is this kind of first love date that takes someone to Malatang?Ji Yuming's face darkened immediately, and he felt that the other party didn't pay the slightest attention.

Not to mention how these young masters usually give gifts, but for normal couples, the first date must be well arranged, romantic and considerate.

Fu Chuxiu didn't notice the change in Ji Yuming's expression. He was talking with the boss of Malatang. The boss looked quite cheerful and had a very close relationship with Fu Chuxiu. "Is this your date?"

Fu Chuxiu smiled while adding food, "How do you know?"

"That's not natural. When many girls from art colleges came to me to eat Malatang, they all mentioned this news, and they all felt sorry for how they became famous so quickly."

The boss laughed, and quickly presented a new set of utensils to the two of them, "But according to me, it's quite suitable, you two look so good standing together."

Ji Yuming snorted again when he heard the words. Seeing how good the boss was at talking, his face softened a little, but he sat down unwillingly, "Humph."

Hearing the voice, Fu Chuxiu glanced at him, but didn't understand his whirling thoughts, and didn't coax him, so he casually brought him a few hot skewers.

When Ji Yuming saw the skewers he handed over, his heart skipped a beat, since they were all my favorite dishes.

The boss's business is very good, and there are waves of people who come here. Ji Yuming has never had the experience of eating at this kind of vendor, and he is surprised to see the boss skillfully greet the students who come and go.

This seems to be one of the common gathering places for art colleges. The students who come and go have an atmosphere of learning design art, and they dress in fashion and have their own styles.

Ji Yuming clearly felt the difference between the School of Art and the School of Finance and Economics—there are too many students who can dress well.

Keenly aware of the betting eyes of many juniors and juniors, Ji Yuming poked at the skewers in his bowl without knowing what to do, and understood more and more what the counselor meant by excellent seniors.

His boyfriend is also too popular.

Even among the art colleges with beautiful and handsome guys, Fu Chuxiu is not inferior, standing out from the crowd. You can get a glimpse of his charm from the few words from the school girls in the upper right corner.

"I've never seen someone like Senior Fu."

"Who says no? The juniors are all beautiful wastes. They have to bring each of them with them when they are doing projects. They are not as good as Senior Fu. If I am lucky enough to participate in the projects of the seniors, then the whole process will be the carry of the audience. I lie down and win." Add moral education points, thanks to the project of the seniors, and also got the scholarship of the year."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo""

Ji Yuming put down the chopsticks with a snap, and was so startled that Fu Chuxiu, who was eating spicy hot pot, looked up at him while he was seriously splitting the chopsticks.

"what happened?"

Ji Yuming is very narrow-minded, he doesn't want to be watched here, "I'm going to take it home and eat."

In particular, he still has a strong feeling of being coveted by others, which is very uncomfortable.

"Okay." Fu Chuxiu didn't ask him why, and went to the boss with ease and asked for two packing boxes. After paying the money, the two went back to the apartment.

Ji Yuming glanced over there, stretched out his hand and clasped fingers with Fu Chuxiu.

Fu Chuxiu's heart moved, thinking of his idea of ​​getting out, he wanted to break away quietly, but was held tightly by the other party.

Forget it, just touch it, a big man's will not lose a piece of meat.

Half an hour later, the two arrived at the apartment. They had been busy today, and moving house was considered physical work. After that, they went out to visit the teacher, and they haven't had a warm meal until now.

Back at the apartment, Fu Chuxiu opened the box, thinking he could finally rest for a while, but saw the oily soup in the bowl that was about to solidify. Not surprisingly, Ji Yuming's bowl was the same. He turned around and asked, "Heat it up."

Ji Yuming put down his phone and stopped showing off with Lu Pingqing, "Okay."

He stood at the door of the kitchen and watched Fu Chuxiu busy. In front of his eyes was the aroma of mala tang gradually overflowing from the kitchen, and even the sound of bubbles in the pot was extraordinarily warm.

Ji Yuming wanted to take out his mobile phone and show off to Lu Pingqing again, put his hand into his pocket, but suddenly touched the warm baby who was no longer warm, took it out and took a look, he was not willing to throw it away, so he stuffed it back into his pocket, and asked curiously, "Why did you think of bringing a warm treasure?"

Before Fu Chuxiu could answer, he glanced at the scarf that had been taken off on the sofa, and added, "There is still a scarf."

After asking, Ji Yuming suddenly felt jealous again. He bit the soft flesh in his mouth and felt a little sour. Could this be the legendary central air conditioner?Who will give it?Or prepare it for me alone?

Have those school girls enjoyed this kind of treatment today?

Ji Yuming loosened his jaw, let go of his soft flesh, and listened to Fu Chuxiu's answer.

"You wear too little, you will definitely be cold." Fu Chuxiu's casual voice came through the dense mist.

Ji Yuming didn't hear any emotions, but suddenly felt a good mood, and asked knowingly, "Bring it for me?"

It's still... Barely a little caring, Ji Yuming thought wryly, and the curve of his lips was also suppressed. This is a normal attitude towards a boyfriend, and he should.

"Ah."

Fu Chuxiu responded casually, filled the spicy hot pot, bypassed Ji Yuming who was standing in the way at the door, and unexpectedly met the smile in his eyes, thinking he was hungry, "It's out of the pot, don't stand and watch, come here eat."

Ji Yuming hated him for being an idiot, and was speechless for a moment, took the Mala Tang from Fu Chuxiu's hand, and ate it to vent his anger. Was he standing here to see if there was any hot food?

After eating and drinking, Fu Chuxiu was lying on the sofa playing with his mobile phone. Ji Yuming and him divided the work and took the initiative to wash the two dishes.During this period, Fu Chuxiu kept looking towards the kitchen. He was afraid that Ji Yuming would be clumsy when washing dishes for the first time, and he would break the few bowls in the apartment.

Fortunately, there was no danger, this did not happen.

Ji Yuming grabbed a paper towel and wiped off the remaining water, "I'm going to take a bath." He always felt a hot and spicy smell all over his body.

Hearing this, Fu Chuxiu didn't raise his head, and focused on the phone screen, "Okay."

Not long after, Fu Chuxiu heard Ji Yuming's voice from the bathroom, "...Fu Chuxiu!"

"what happened?"

Ji Yuming's embarrassing and angry voice came clearly, "...the program team didn't prepare toiletries."

Fu Chuxiu put down the computer, guessing that Ji Yuming was not prepared either, so he went into the room and gave him the shower gel he had prepared.

After a while, Ji Yuming came out with wet hair, "There's no hair dryer either."

"I'll get it for you."

Fu Chuxiu paused and said.

He didn't bring any of these things, so what exactly was in Ji Yuming's box?

After getting it, Fu Chuxiu shifted his gaze to the phone screen, but couldn't help being attracted by the sound from the hair dryer. Looking at Ji Yuming's strange movements, Fu Chuxiu was worried that the other party would roll his hair into the hair dryer. After staring for a while, he couldn't bear it. He interjected, "Forget it, I'll come."

It's fine if the hair is damaged, he is afraid that his hair dryer will also be scrapped.

Ji Yuming didn't hear clearly, so he turned off the hair dryer, and the noisy voice in his ears also disappeared, "Huh?"

"I'll blow."

Hearing this, Ji Yuming raised the end of his eyes, like a cat stealing fish, coughed twice, and suppressed the smile in his tone as if condescending, "You can't ruin my look."

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