After Io finished speaking, he did not open the distance between the two, and still maintained the posture of talking in a low voice.

The breath when he spoke was hot and itchy, Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, his cheeks inevitably turned red, and the hickey on his neck seemed to be burning, reminding him what happened in bed yesterday .

He subconsciously glanced at the classmates around him, but no one paid attention to their corner.

Wen Qing took a sip of water and suppressed the dryness in her heart.

He tilted his head to avoid Io's breathing, and whispered, "You're a showman everywhere."

"There's no end to the shit."

Io is not ashamed of this, but proud of it.

Slowly, he reached out and hooked his palm, and said suggestively, "Then help me."

Wen Qing was vigilant: "What can you help you with?"

Io bit his voice and said in a timid tone: "Stop the snarl."

Wen Qing: "..."

He moved his hand away silently and said to Io, "I can't help you."

He has self-knowledge, and will only get more and more irritable.

After thinking for a while, he grabbed Io's hand again, put it on his own lap, and said slowly, "You can support yourself."

"The energy of human beings always runs out one day."

Io: "..."

In order to prevent the topic from being brought up to such an indecent thing again, Wen Qing pushed the phone under Io's eyes again: "Nah."

Io lowered his eyes and glanced at the content of Weibo: "What's wrong?"

Wen Qing looked at the nearly 1,000 comments on this Weibo and was a little worried.

He lowered his voice and asked in a low voice, "Aren't you going to be exposed like this?"

Although Io's photos have not been circulated, there are not a few people who have seen his deity.

Wouldn't anyone notice something was wrong?

Io knew what he was worried about, returned the phone to him, and touched his little hand by the way: "No."

Wen Qing looked up at him.

Io said frankly: "My existence is not something they can know. The will of the world will automatically circle logic, or reduce their attention to me."

Wen Qing blinked his eyes, as if he didn't understand.

Seeing this, Io moved the pen on the table, and the black pen rolled forward and fell on the chair of the boy in the front row, making a slight noise.

The boy noticed the difference, touched the chair, picked up the pen, turned and handed it to Io.

"Student, your pen has fallen."

"Thanks," Io took it and said casually, "You have a nice hairstyle."

The boy was stunned for a moment, touched his size, and said cheerfully, "Yours is not bad."

"I used tin foil to perm, just like your hairstyle."

"But my girlfriend thought she was ugly, so she took me to cut it off."

Hearing this, the girl sitting next to him turned her head and was slightly startled when she saw Io's face, and then said to the boy, "He's not hot with tin foil, he hasn't even been hot before."

Boy: "This hairstyle is obviously the same as mine before."

Girl: "Are you blind? If this hair is permed, I will stand upside down and eat shit."

After speaking, the two began to argue, arguing, and then suddenly began to quarrel.

Girl: "You're blaming me for letting you cut your hair, right?"

Boy: "I didn't, I was just telling the truth, I was as handsome as this guy when I was tin foil."

Girl: "Aren't you blaming me?"

Boy: "Why do I blame you?"

…………

Wen Qing looked at the young couple in silence, and watched as they quarreled and then completely ignored Io's affairs.

The culprit leaned against the back of the chair, tapped his fingertips casually on the table, and calmly said to him, "Don't worry."

Wen Qing nodded, and said dryly, "Don't worry, take ten thousand hearts."

He deeply understood that the object he should worry about is not Io, but the humans around him.

For example, Professor Chen, for example, this quarreling young couple.

When the class bell rang, Wen Qing put her phone and Io aside and began to listen to the class seriously.

Io, as usual, didn't bother, he lowered his head and played small games to pass the time.

This afternoon was full of classes. After class, the two ate in the cafeteria, and it was already seven o'clock in the evening when they returned to the dormitory.

Wen Qing pushed open the bedroom door, and saw Song Qiang sitting in a chair tied up, with his hands upright on the table, his eyes wandering, and the words "unnatural" were written all over his body.

As he walked in, Song Qiang's eyes floated over.

Pulling out the chair, Song Qiang's eyes swept over again.

Taking out the textbook, Song Qiang's eyes flew over again.

Every time his eyes wandered between Wen Qing and Io.

Wen Qing hesitated for a moment, then asked straight to the point, "What's wrong?"

Song Qiang looked at him and looked at Iou again, as if to see if the two of them were really together.

"you"

Before he finished speaking, Song Qiang's cell phone rang.

He answered the phone: "Hello? Has the takeaway arrived?"

"Okay, I'll come down and get it now.

With that said, Song Qiang hurried out of the bedroom.

Looking at his back, Wen Qing pursed her lips, turned to look at Xu Fengfeng, and asked curiously, "Did you say something to him?"

Xu Fengfeng nodded and said the truth: "I said something."

"I checked the marital status of your professional teacher first."

"She is married, and her husband is a teacher at the Academic Affairs Office."

Wen Qing was stunned: "And then Song Qiang believed it?"

Is it that simple?

How could he feel that with Song Qiang's brain circuit...

"Of course I don't believe it," Xu Fengfeng said with a look of hopelessness, "The food that guy eats has become water in his mind."

He glanced at the door, worried that Song Qiang would come back suddenly, got up and locked the door, then said, "He fucking thought the teacher cheated in marriage."

Wen Qing: "..."

I have to say, this is quite Song Qiang.

Xu Fengfeng took a sip of water and said to him, "It's a coincidence that we met those two teachers at lunch, and they looked very affectionate."

"Then I continued to ask him if he was willing to be kissed by me in order to lie, the kind that can make a hickey."

Wen Qing: "Then what?"

Xu Fengfeng thought for a while: "He probably imagined seriously that he didn't even finish the meat for lunch."

He scolded and said, "I still think I'm disgusting, I haven't thought he's stupid yet."

Wen Qing was silent: "And then it became like this?"

Xu Fengfeng responded and stopped talking about Song Qiang.

Looking at Wen Qing and Io, he couldn't help but ask curiously, "I said, when did you two start? How can you hide so well? "

Wen Qing thought about it, it started from another world.

Of course, this can't be told to Xu Fengfeng. After thinking for a moment, he said vaguely, "A lot of things happened some time ago."

Io lifted his eyelids and said to Xu Fengfeng, "I chased him for a long time."

Xu Fengfeng opened his mouth wide and looked dull: "What? What month?"

Io: "If you think about it, it was about half a year ago."

Xu Fengfeng was shocked: "So early?!"

"So the two of you have been sticking together all day in the past two months, are you in love?"

"No," Io said lazily, shaking his head, "that's me flirting with him."

Wen Qing: "..."

Xu Fengfeng was actually not very curious about their relationship experience.

He sighed: "I really didn't expect that a couple would be born under the eyes of Xu Xu."

He said quietly: "I really... have no eyes."

Wen Qing: "..."

Io comforted casually: "I don't blame you, it's natural."

Wen Qing: "..."

Xu Fengfeng: "..."

Suddenly, the bedroom door was knocked: "Dong Dong Dong——"

"Why did you lock the door?"

"I don't have the key."

Song Qiang's voice sounded outside the door.

"Someone-"

The voice came to an abrupt end, and Wen Qing heard Song Qiang outside the door whisper a sh*t, and then Xu Fengfeng's mobile phone began to vibrate.

Xu Fengfeng's seat was closest to the door. He picked up the phone and walked towards the door.

Song Qiang's sneaky voice came from the phone: "Where are you now?"

"The bedroom door is closed, shouldn't something indescribable happen to Wen Qing and Io inside?"

"Are they really together?"

Xu Fengfeng opened the bedroom door expressionlessly, and the voice of the phone overlapped with Song Qiang's own voice.

Song Qiang was stunned for a while, looked inside, saw that nothing happened, and said in puzzlement, "What door are you closing?"

"I thought—" He paused, then changed his mind, "You're pushing me out."

Xu Fengfeng: "...I don't think we need to crowd out."

"With your emotional intelligence, you can crowd yourself out."

Song Qiang: "Why are you talking to your father?"

Wen Qing looked back, the phone on the table vibrated, and a class message popped up.

He picked it up and opened the message, Song Qiang suddenly stepped forward, stared at his phone, looked up and down: "Have you changed your phone?"

Wen Qing nodded: "I changed it a few days ago."

Song Qiang stared at it for a while, then asked, "Is this the style from last year?"

Wen Qing replied: "It seems so, I don't know very well."

Song Qiang narrowed his eyes, stretched his neck, and glanced at Io's cell phone on the table.

It is exactly the same as the one on Wen Qing's hand, even the color is the same.

His pupils trembled, and he said in a trance, "Fuck."

"You, are you two really together?"

"I still use a couple's mobile phone."

Wen Qing was stunned for a while, but he didn't expect Song Qiang to think that he and Io were together because of this incident.

"We are together, but this is not a couple's phone," he said slowly.

"I bought it casually."

Song Qiang glanced at him and hummed, "Come on, why don't you buy this year's latest model if you buy it casually?"

"You're not bad for money. The new model has been out for two months, and it's much better than the old model."

Wen Qing was stunned.

Song Qiang stood in front of the two of them, reflecting on the stupid words he had said in the past two days, his face turned blue and white.

This time, Xu Fengfeng grabbed the handle.

He wiped his face, and his heart was ashes: "I'm going to shut myself down for a while."

After finishing speaking, Song Qiang walked out with the takeaway, this time he didn't forget to take the key.

Xu Fengfeng took his clothes and towel and walked into the toilet to take a shower.

Only Wen Qing and Io were left in the bedroom.

Wen Qing clenched her phone and lowered her eyes.

He looked at his face reflected on the screen of the mobile phone and recalled the scene of buying a mobile phone at that time.

He really picked a familiar phone at random.

Suddenly, a familiar breath approached.

Io slowly lifted his eyelids and looked at him with a half-smile: "Explain?"

"Why secretly use a couple's phone with me?"

Wen Qing was silent for a while, and then repeated: "I was in a hurry to buy a new mobile phone, so I just took it."

"If you must have a reason..."

Wen Qing thought about it and said casually, "That's because of the excitement."

Io: "..."