What else did he want to say, the delicate touch of his fingertips suddenly brought back his previous memory, and his eyes moved to Qi Yan's waist erratically.

Just now, did he accidentally touch Qi Yan's waist...

Thin and soft, as if it could be held in one hand.

Qi Yan noticed his erratic eyes and where he was looking, and slapped his hands off his face, "What are you looking at! Get up, or you'll be late!"

Fu Ci also secretly said that he was stunned, "Get up now, don't fight, don't fight, it hurts a lot."

After he finished speaking, he got out of bed immediately.

Prayers are in good spirits and should have no insomnia last night.

Thinking of this, Fu Ci raised a smile on his lips, and he didn't bother anymore. After changing his clothes, he looked at the breakfast on the table. He didn't notice the indescribable expressions of the other two, and patted their shoulders, "Thank you, brother. already."

Liu Liu listened to the singing coming from the washstand, and saw a ghost on his face, "Brother Ci, is he still humming?"

Shouldn't you be looking for someone to settle the bill with a grumpy face? Why are you still in a good mood?

Song Yang had already recovered. He was chatting with fans. Hearing the words, he calmly pointed to the quilt above Qiyan, "You still don't know how precious Brother Ci is to Qiyan? How could he be willing to lose his temper at Qiyan?"

That attitude really holds people in the palm of your hand.

Liu Liu patted his head, suddenly realized, and sat with people to eat fans, "You are right, they are all asleep, Brother Ci is finally famous, and you don't have to use the trumpet to go to the forum every day to correct his name. , I guess it's too late to be happy."

Qi Yan just got out of bed, when she heard the words, she wondered, "What is the name?"

"Don't you know?" Liu Liu said vaguely, eating something in his mouth, "You should go to the forum less often. When you were a freshman, you and Brother Ci were the famous figures in the school. Many people ranked according to their appearance. I also played with cp, but in the end, these posts all sank, and the credit of Brother Ci is indispensable."

Now that they are sophomores, the only thing that thrives in the forum is the CP posts of Fu Ci and Qi Yan.

Fu Ci doesn't have other CPs because he clearly said that he would not fall in love in college, and he was straight, and he would come forward to strangle every time there was a sign, and he didn't give everyone any room for imagination at all.

But Qi Yan is different. When he first entered school, he became popular in A with a vague profile photo. In addition, he is low-key and hardly participates in any clubs and public activities. This sense of mystery makes everyone more curious about this person. .

During that time, the topic of prayer in the forum remained high, but in the end, the old meeting disappeared inexplicably, or became a CP post of him and Fu Ci.

"You should have an impression, right? There must be a lot of people who will chat with you."

Liu Liu was also interested, so he didn't even care about eating, he winked at him, "Did Brother Ci stay there and watch over you at that time?"

Qi Yan recalled that there was really a period of time when he was a freshman. When he was walking on the road, someone would stop him, and Fu Ci was extremely clingy. He even had to follow him when he went to the toilet. Is it because of this?

"Remember?" Liu Liu glanced at the direction of the washbasin and made sure that Fu Ci would not hear it, then whispered, "I suspect that Brother Ci has pinched all your peach blossoms, leaving only the Your own flower!"

Black posts, and then build a trumpet to bring the rhythm, this is not too difficult for Fuci of the computer department.

Hearing this, Song Yang couldn't help knocking his head with his chopsticks, "You just watch the fun and don't think it's a big deal? I pray that you don't listen to his nonsense. At that time, Brother Ci felt that these posts affected your daily life. Don't get me wrong."

Qi Yan looked as usual, "Well, I know."

To be honest, Fu Ci saved him a lot of trouble by doing this. He didn't want to communicate politely with others, and just wanted to do his own business quietly.

However, Fu Ci only needs to black out the post, and then divert public opinion to other areas, right? Why sacrifice yourself to form CP with him?

Every day see people in the post making fun of the two of them. Some of the words are not straightforward, such as body position and posture. Is this really so easy to accept for straight men Fuci?

Qi Yan has an inexplicable feeling that the boundary between him and Fu Ci is a little blurred. It is not his reason, but Fu Ci is quietly pulling into each other's relationship, trying to make them more intimate.

This is not a good thing for him. Fu Ci may really think that this is a normal friendship between good friends, but he doesn't think so. word found.

Qi Yan glanced at the person who was brushing his teeth and humming a song not far away, and lowered his eyes.

It can't go on like this.

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At the end of the first class in the afternoon, during the recess, Qi Yan pursed her lips while looking at the news of Fu Qi half an hour ago on WeChat.

[Fu Ci: I have no class later, I can come to accompany you to class, where are you? I come to you. 】

[Fu Ci: I bought you a cup of milk tea. It is a new store opened by the school. I heard that it tastes good. 】

[Fu Ci: How about I take you to a barbecue after school? I remember you mentioned it to me once, just as Liu Liu and Song Yang went back to the dormitory to make up for their sleep, and we went on a date alone! 】

One message after another, even if there is no response to the prayer, the speech can be said for a long time.

Qi Yan's eyes fell on the word [date], an unknown emotion slipped through his eyes, he put the phone upside down on the table, and turned his face away to look out the window.

I will reply after class.

They need to revert to normal friendships, no more...

But a flashing figure outside the window interrupted Qi Yan's train of thought. His eyes widened slightly, thinking he was seeing flowers, but in the next instant, his head was rubbed heavily, and a familiar and smiling voice came from Came from behind, "Don't look at your phone after class? Do you know how many messages I sent you?"

With a cup of milk tea in front of him, Fu Ci sat down beside him, the hair on his forehead was a little messy, obviously he came in a hurry.

"You..." Qi Yan was stunned, not knowing what to say for a while.

He clearly did not tell Fu Ci where his class was on purpose.