Liu Liu looked at Qi Yan's figure and couldn't help but sigh, "Our dormitory is finally all together. After that, we don't need to find someone to eat chicken in four rows."

The dormitory that used to be empty in the past was filled, and it looked a lot more comfortable.

"You only have games in your mind? Can you learn something better?" Song Yang kicked his chair, "Prayers have always been ranked No. 1, and others think that there is a great god in our dormitory, and they envy our luck. it is good."

"It's better for you. From the beginning, I wanted to play games with prayers."

Fu Ci drank his milk tea and threw it into the trash can with a parabolic precision, "Six sons, don't try to bring bad prayers, or I won't be able to spare you."

Qi Yan rarely played games, and only a few times he played under his temptation. The other party preferred to spend time on painting.

Qi Yan was tidying things up, listening to their sloppy mouths, a smile appeared on his face, and everyone was making a fuss, which was fine.

Perhaps, moving in is really a good choice.

He raised his head and glanced at Fu Ci, just in time to meet someone's eyes.

"Huh? Do you want me to help you clean up?" Fu Cihui was wrong, came over, helped him clean up the table, and then sipped the milk tea on the prayer table, frowning at the moment of entry, "Tsk, Sure enough, it's still delicious."

Having said that, he took a gulp before stopping.

Qi Yan didn't expect that he was inattentive and was exploited by Fu Ci. He looked at the darkening straw on the milk tea, and only felt his forehead twitch, "That's what I drank!"

"What's this?" Fu Ci put the scattered books on the table up for him, with a relaxed and lazy smile on his brows, "I don't dislike you."

Qi Yan glanced at him blankly, "...Oh, I dislike it."

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Prayer: I take back the sentence that I thought it was good to move in.

Chapter 3

When night fell, Qi Yan said hello to Fu Ci, got up early, closed the curtain, fixed his drawing board, and started writing.

When he saw Fu Ci's handsome and neat three-pointer on the basketball court, his hands itch.

But because he was at the end of the game at the time, he suppressed it. Now, of course, he has to draw it quickly while there are enough impressions in his mind.

The light is not bright in the slightly narrow space, Qi Yan leaned against the bed, bowed his head slightly, the light from the screen reflected on his face, making the person clean and fair, his slender fingers held the pen, constantly modifying and scribbling on the screen. , his eyes are serious, as if he is dealing with something extremely important.

When he was about to finish, he heard a faint chatter coming from outside the curtain, and then his bed curtain was knocked twice, and Fu Ci's slightly lower voice came: "Qiyan, do you want to go out? They said to go to the Internet cafe to play. a while."

Prayer answered casually.

The bedroom was quiet again.

The painting of prayer also comes to an end.

The person in the picture is wearing a No. 6 jersey, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, and a tall and straight body. He can feel a full sense of strength when he raises his hands and feet. At this time, he raises his hand and prepares to take a jump shot.

Qi Yan's painting skills are very good, and the vivid anger is vivid on the paper. Even if there is a large group of people in front of him, the people in the painting are still calm, and the publicity and self-confidence on his face are vividly displayed.

It seems that even if there are many people blocking it, Fu Ci firmly believes that he can throw in.

It's just that this painting can only be regarded as a semi-finished product. Except for the speech, the others in the stadium are only a few strokes. The simple lines can only see the general outline, which is extremely perfunctory.

But Qiyan was not ready to continue painting, this painting was already completed in his opinion.

Qi Yan rubbed his wrists, opened his arms and moved his muscles and bones. He drew for almost two hours, and his back was sore.

But after a while, he realized that something was wrong, the bedroom was too quiet, and there were still the laughter of Liu Liu and Song Yang before.

Qi Yan suddenly remembered that when he was painting, Fu Ci asked something. At that time, he was all focused on the painting, and he didn't know how he responded.

The three have left, and now he is the only one left in the dormitory?

The too quiet space made his heart tighten, and some bad memories came up quietly. His face turned pale, and he tried to calm himself down. He raised his hand to open the bed curtain, and kept telling himself in his heart that this was the case. It wasn't a completely enclosed space, the lights were still on in the dormitory, and the door wasn't locked. He just had to open the bed curtain.

But as soon as he raised his hand, he heard a screeching sound of the curtain being opened from the right side. Fu Ci was caught off guard and appeared in his sight. He was holding Coke and potato chips in his hand. He sipped tight for a moment, and his long legs came to his bed.

"Uncomfortable?" Fu Ci looked nervous, thinking of something, and immediately rolled up the curtains around the bed of Qi Yan, "Don't be afraid, I'm here, it's alright."

Qi Yan was maliciously locked up once when he was a child, and he was very resistant to quiet and confined spaces. Although it has improved a lot in recent years, the shadows left before have not been completely eliminated.

He originally heard the voice of Qi Yan, thinking that the other party should have finished painting, so he took a look and fed him by the way, but he didn't expect to encounter this scene.

Although Qi Yan's face was calm, when he turned to look at him, the panic and confusion in his eyes were still captured by him, like a frightened cat, slightly frizzy, but he tried his best to make himself appear as if nothing had happened, and he didn't want to be caught. See your own vulnerability.

Such prayers are extremely distressing.

Fu Ci opened the potato chips he brought, took out a piece and handed it to Qi Yan's mouth, "Would it be more comfortable to eat something?"

Qi Yan raised his eyes to look at him. At this time, the curtain of the bed was opened, and the bright light poured in. It fell on Fu Ci's face, and there was a kind of gentle taste.

Anxiety subsided like a tide, Qi Yan blinked, bowed his head and ate the potato chips in Fuci's hand, "I'm fine."

"Liu Liu and Song Yang are not in the dormitory?"

Hearing his usual voice, Fu Ci heaved a sigh of relief, "They went to the Internet cafe to play games, and they may not come back all night tonight."