Wen Qing lowered her eyelashes, staring at the phone in a daze, as if Song Qiang's words were still echoing in her ears.

There are so many mobile phones in the store, but he chose this one.

The same old phone as Io.

Probably in his subconscious, he had long wanted to be closer to Io.

Wen Qing pursed her lips and was struggling with whether she should tell Io, and how to speak, when I heard Io speak like a resentful woman: "You are secretly stimulating yourself."

"And me?"

Wen Qing: "..."

He looked up at Io.

Io leaned on the table sideways, rested his chin with one hand, and stared at him quietly: "Isn't it a loss?"

Wen Qing: "???"

"We're in a public-private relationship," Io said timidly, looking at him, "to be fair, I'm going to stimulate it too."

Wen Qing: "..."

He asked slowly, "Do you know what it means to be clear about public and private?"

Io raised his eyebrows, raised his finger to him, pointed to himself, and twirled between the two: "This is the man."

After speaking, he pointed to the tip of his nose and said slowly, "This is private."

"I need private, private, personal..." Io bit his voice and said word by word, "stimulating, exciting."

Wen Qing: "..."

Io glanced around, his eyes stopped for a moment on the locked door of the toilet, and he bent his lips and said to him, "Now is a good time."

"It's better to choose the time than to hit the time, just now."

He raised his eyebrows slightly, his expression was sloppy, but his tone was merciful: "If you kiss me, I will reluctantly let it go."

Wen Qing felt a little funny, and inexplicably cute.

He bent his fingers, raised his hand to grab Io's collar, and pulled it down.

Io opened his eyes slightly, obviously not expecting him to do this.

Wen Qing raised her face, kissed his lips, pried open his teeth jerky, and poked in.

He rarely takes the initiative to take the initiative to relatives, and his movements are green and slow, like a beginner exploring the field.

Taking the initiative to kiss someone is different from being kissed. Wen Qing can control the rhythm of kissing by herself.

He tried to wrap his tongue around Io, the tips of his tongues touching.

Io didn't do anything, kept his current posture and let him take the initiative.

After a while, Wen Qing was out of breath.

He leaned halfway on Io, staring at Io's profile.

Io's skin is cold white, his eyebrows and eyes are like lacquer. At this moment, his thin lips are rosy, with a touch of water light, which looks a bit coquettish.

Wen Qing stared at the water stains on his lips, and there seemed to be a tingling feeling from kissing between his lips and teeth.

In a strange way, he leaned up again, licked the corner of Io's mouth, and licked the water stain away.

Io's Adam's apple rolled up and down, raised his hand around his waist, and said in a low voice, "Your kissing skills are really good."

"Kissed by you..."

"Both hard and soft."

Wen Qing: "..."

Guessing what Io wanted to say next, he said slowly: "Generally, my kissing skills are terrible."

"It's mainly because of yourself," Wen Qing thought about the vocabulary for a while, and said precisely, "You can't help kissing yourself."

Io didn't change his face, and continued: "You are responsible for the aftermath."

The voice fell, and the sound of water rustling in the toilet also stopped.

Xu Fengfeng has finished taking a shower and will come out soon.

Wen Qing immediately broke Io's arm and said to him, "I'm sorry, I don't have the habit of dealing with aftermath."

Io: "..."

He looked at Wen Qing and said quietly, "You are ruthless."

Wen Qing pulled the distance between the two, nodded, and said casually, "There is ruthless love in my heart, and I hang the god of nature."

Io: "..."

There are not too many steps for boys to take a bath, just put on clothes and pants and they are done.

In less than a minute, Xu Fengfeng walked out of the toilet and sat on a chair to wipe his hair.

Wen Qing glanced at Io beside him, with his back to Xu Fengfeng, his right leg slowly rested on his left to cover up the abnormality.

Xu Fengfeng didn't look at Iou at all, just wiped his hair and looked at his phone.

Wen Qing breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the jacket on the side and put it on Io's lap.

The phone on the table began to vibrate again.

At the same time, Xu Fengfeng suddenly scolded: "Damn, this year's life science final is held in our school?"

Wen Qing's fingertips paused and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

Xu Fengfeng's face was ashen: "The final time and the midterm exam time collided."

Wen Qing's eyelids jumped and she tried to think on the bright side: "Then will our midterm exam be cancelled?"

Xu Fengfeng raised the corner of his mouth: "It's ahead of schedule."

Wen Qing immediately picked up the phone and saw the notification sent by the squad leader in the group.

Monitor: [Please note that the mid-term exam is ahead of schedule and will start next week. The exact time is to be determined and will be arranged by the Academic Affairs Office. 】

Monitor: [I have already asked for the courseware from the teacher. They are all in the group file, and everyone can download it by themselves. 】

Wen lightly clicked on the midterm exam file of the group file, and couldn't see the end of the file at a glance.

As soon as his eyes darkened, he had almost forgotten the content of these lessons.

Exams are still in advance.

Suddenly, a hand with distinct joints appeared in front of him.

His slender fingers tapped the screen of his phone lightly.

"Do you want to make up the class?" Io asked.

Wen Qing tilted her head to look at him, and quickly asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Io blinked: "Find me."

Wen Qing: "..."

He had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, Io's next sentence was: "paid."

Wen Qing: "..."

Probably because Xu Fengfeng was there, Io didn't continue to speak directly, but leaned into his ear and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Meat Compensation."

"The kind of color."

Wen Qing: "...No need."

After speaking, he quickly cleaned up Io's things on the table.

Stuff the schoolbag, computer, mobile phone, etc. into Io's arms.

Wen Qing kicked his chair and pointed to the empty table on the other side: "you can go."

"The end of the mid-term exam from today, don't affect my study."

The smile on Io's face froze, and he continued to sell himself: "I will help you teach me."

Wen Qing was expressionless: "No."

"I can pass by my own efforts."

The goal is to pass.

Shouldn't be difficult.

Thinking about it, Wen Qing opened the book, lowered her head, and seized the time to study without lifting her eyelids.

Seeing that he was determined, Io had to go back to his seat, leaning against the back of the chair, his legs dangling on the desk, and tilting his head to watch Wen Qing teach himself.

The four words "Baojiaobaohui" did not impress Wen Qing, but moved another person in the dormitory.

Xu Fengfeng lowered his head and glanced at Gaoshu, and then at Iou.

He had heard of Io's glorious deeds and knew that Io had a superior IQ.

After thinking for a moment, Xu Fengfeng asked Iou tentatively, "Brother, do you want to teach me?"

Io glanced at him: "I'm not interested in you."

"Of course I know that," Xu Fengfeng paused and said to him, "We can have a serious teacher-student relationship."

Io raised the corners of his mouth, looked sloppy, and asked: "Do you think I am a teacher to do serious things?"

Xu Fengfeng: "..."

"I'm too pure," he said dryly.

Io nodded and said perfunctorily, "It's normal, after all, you're still single."

Xu Fengfeng: "..."

Are you sure it's a single issue? Not your own problem?

The specific time of the mid-term exam will be announced in the evening of the second day, and all subjects will start the exam seven days after the public administration major.

Because of the sudden incident and the urgency of time, it is not a half-day course, but is similar to the high school exam, one after another, and all the exams are completed within three days.

The teachers of each subject have marked the key points of the exam, but there is still a lot of learning content that needs to be remembered.

During this week, apart from eating and sleeping, Wen Qing has been studying in the dormitory.

Io started talking nonsense during his rest time, but after two days, he let Wen Qing close his eyes and rest during the rest time without making a sound.

The day before the exam, it seemed that something happened, and he didn't even stay in the dormitory.

Io didn't take the initiative to say it, and Wen Qing didn't ask him where he went.

On the day of the exam, Wen Qing was still a little unsure, holding the textbook and reciting the formula at the door.

It wasn't until five minutes before the test that he hurriedly said to Io beside him, "I should be able to pass the high number, but I'm doing it very slowly. You can go back to the dormitory and wait for me."

He whispered at the door of the classroom, attracting the attention of the invigilator on the podium.

The invigilator glanced over and said, "Why so slow."

Wen Qing thought he was talking about himself, and hurried into the classroom, his seat was under the podium.

After sitting down, he watched Io walk into the classroom, onto the podium, and said lightly to the invigilator: "Free labor."

Invigilator: "Huh?"

Io: "So there are more problems."

Invigilator: "..."

"Hang up your invigilator card first."

Io responded perfunctorily, took out his work card from his pocket, and hung it around his neck casually.

Wen Qing was stunned for two seconds, trying to understand that when Io was not in the dormitory yesterday, he should have arranged to be an invigilator.

"Wen Qing." A weak male voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Wen Qing turned around, it was the squad leader.

The monitor glanced at Io on the podium, his face changed slightly, and he asked cautiously, "Is he a teacher?"

"Is it a secret investigation that I have been taking our professional class these days?"

Wen Qing: "...No, he is a student."

"It's my roommate."

The squad leader was stunned, he knew that Wen Qing lived in a mixed dormitory.

It's just that the majors are different, and everyone's grade is the same.

Sophomores should also be preparing for midterm exams.

The squad leader was shocked: "Then why did he come to invigilate the exam?"

Wen said slowly, "I don't know either."

"Maybe it's more leisurely."

The squad leader was silent.

Wen Qing turned around and sat down, continuing to recite the formula silently.

The two-hour advanced mathematics exam is very ample, and most of the students have handed in the papers in advance.

Wen Qing was one of the few students who sat until the last minute.

When the bell rang at the end of the exam, he packed up his pen and looked at Io who was standing in front of him sorting out the answer sheet.

His thin lips were pursed tightly, his eyebrows and eyes were dark, and his movements were idle and careless.

Just standing like this made people involuntarily look at him.

Wen Qing could faintly smell the faint mint scent on his body, which was slightly cool, but inexplicably made his mouth dry.

He lowered his head and took a sip of water, thinking to himself, this seems to be the first time he has looked at Io seriously in the past few days.

This week seems to be a bit neglected by Io.

Suddenly, Io raised his hand.

He seemed to raise his hand inadvertently, but his fingertips brushed Wen Qing's cheek accurately.

The ice is cold, and it is fleeting, and it is so fast that Wen Qing almost thought it was an illusion.

In the next second, Io's deliberately lowered voice sounded above his head: "Classmate, you are blushing."

"What are you thinking about?"

"Do you need the teacher's help?"