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Qi Yan frowned and asked him, "Why did you come here?"
If he remembered correctly, Fu Ci was full of classes in the afternoon, "You won't skip class, will you?"
Fu Ci took away the coldness in his eyes, smiled and rubbed the hair of his prayers, "How could I do such a thing! It's just that the classroom where I am studying happens to be here, so I'll come to tell you after school and wait for me to go with me. ."
After he finished speaking, he grabbed a handful of your lemon candy from his pocket and stuffed it into the prayer desk, "I also brought you something good!"
When the candy in the dormitory was finished, he went to the nearby supermarket to buy it during the break, and after buying it, he rushed over to give it to Qiyan to eat.
Qi Yan ignored Huang Cancan's sugar on the desk, but looked at Fu Ci, "Aren't you going to explain to me what happened on the forum?"
Fu Ci didn't answer. Instead, he put Prayer's frozen hand into his palm, frowned and asked, "Why is your hand so cold?"
He put Qiyan's hand in his pocket to warm it up for a while, and didn't forget to hold the other hand of Qiyan and stuffed it into his coat, "Will this be better?"
Fu Ci was wearing a sweater, and his hands were soft and warm. This touch made Qi Yan subconsciously nodded, "It's much better."
But after a while, he came back to his senses and kicked Fuci's leg, "Don't change the subject."
Fu Ci was a little helpless, "Explain what? That's really my number, and what I said above is correct. I was jealous, so I stopped you and Hu Yao..."
Before he could finish speaking, Qi Yan pulled out his hand and covered Fu Ci's mouth tightly, "Stop talking!"
How could this man have the nerve to say these things? He could see Feng Ziyu laughing at them beside him.
Qi Yan gave him a warning look, put down the hand covering him, "Speak well!"
"I really think so." Fu Ci was serious, "Otherwise I wouldn't have helped them upvote."
Qi Yan's forehead twitched: "...you didn't see them saying we were in a relationship?"
How can a homophobic straight man like Fu Ci endure such remarks?
"Oh, I see." Fu Ci stroked Qiyan's frown, and said indifferently, "What does it matter? I never care about other people's opinions."
Qi Yan slapped his hands off his face, and don't know who was in the forum who justly and sternly said that he and others' CPs were not allowed. Seeing a bomb and a post, it is now accepted well.
Straight men's brain circuits are different.
Seeing that Qiyan seemed to be annoyed, Fu Ci took off a lemon candy and handed it to Qiyan's mouth, "Don't think about it, wait for me to eat together after school, the cafeteria has opened a new bridge-crossing noodle, I'll take you go and taste."
Qi Yan ignored him and drove him away directly.
After leaving the classroom, Fu Ci put the candy that was rejected by Prayers into his mouth. I don't know if it was because of the smell of Prayers. He somehow felt that the candy was extra sweet.
In fact, there was a reason he didn't say. He was deliberately tying Qi Yan to himself. It didn't matter if he was misunderstood that it was a relationship. It was just right that no one would come to steal people from him.
In the evening, Fu Ci and Qi Yan reassured that they would never go to the forum to post some specious words again, so that the popularity of their posts naturally cooled down, and Qi Yan reluctantly forgave him.
He and Fuci do not need these ambiguous/ambiguous remarks.
He tried hard to calm down, and was about to open Hu Yao's photo to give him a sketch, but as soon as he opened the other's photo, he was dragged to the playground by Fu Ji, saying that he should come out to breathe and exercise.
"It's okay if you have a cold, so don't let the exercise go." Fu Ci said while teaching him the warm-up movements, showing no selfishness at all.
Qi Yan looked at him suspiciously, but did not move.
He didn't like running at all, he was sweating, sticky and tiring.
"The cold was an accident before. Let's talk about exercise. My task has been a little heavy recently."
After he finished speaking, he was about to make an excuse to run away, but someone grabbed his neck and pulled him into his arms.
"Don't try to run." Fu Ci's voice sounded in his ear, and pinched his face incidentally, "I know you recently had an evaluation, are you out of inspiration? You might have an idea when you go out for a walk."
In the beginning, Qi Yan didn't paint for Hu Yao, but stared at a blank piece of paper for a long time. After that, he continued to scribble and correct it. In the end, he couldn't draw it, so he replaced it with Hu Yaoyue's draft.
Fu Ci's words made Qi Yan a little sad. He leaned his head on Fu Ci's shoulder, looked at the sky above his head, and said in a muffled voice, "Even you can see it."
[Campus] For this theme, he really has no inspiration at all. For him, the campus only has to study and draw, and his life is also three points and one line, canteen, classroom, dormitory.
Regular and rigid, he couldn't think of anything to draw.
Fu Ci turned to his side, making Qi Yan more comfortable, "Of course I know."
His sight in the dormitory never left Prayers.
"Don't push yourself too hard." Fu Ci rubbed his hair and wanted to hold Qi Yan's hand, but was avoided, so he could only smile helplessly, "Ok, don't hold hands, follow me Let's go together?"
"It's been a long time since I took a walk with you."
The wind blowing at night is very comfortable, and the broken hair in front of Fu Ci's forehead was blown a little messily, but it didn't affect his handsomeness at all. It was anticipation, so nodded head in a strange way.
It's really hard to refuse such a statement.
But soon, Qi Yan regretted it.
He was led to run three full laps, out of breath, every time he wanted to stop, Fu Ci would pull his wrist and lead him to run forward. When his legs were weak and he was about to fall down, Fu Ci held onto his waist and gave him some relief, "Are you so tired?"
It's only been three laps, and Qi Yan's physique is too bad.
Qi Yan was panting heavily, and Wen Yan gave him a hard punch, but because he was out of strength, he was easily relieved, and someone held his hand.
He couldn't break free, so he could only grit his teeth and say, "Liar."