Xiao has been thinking about it for a long time

Chapter 24 I'm Waiting for Her to Understand My Duplicity
Fu Ran spat out a few words indifferently, "What's wrong with you?"

Qin Yan sighed like an old father, "I am thinking of your happiness!"

What answered him was the back of Fu Ran walking away without mercy.

"Hey, wait for me! I'll go back with you! Are you out of class?!"

go back together?where?
The rest of the students looked at each other again, their subtle eyes lingering briefly on the two figures who were walking away.

Fu Ran did not have class, so he didn't go back to the dormitory, and went straight out of the school to the apartment outside.As for Qin Yan, he wanted to listen to gossip, so he followed suit.

The apartment is in a community around the school, very close.While walking, Fu Ran took out his mobile phone and started ordering takeaway. According to his experience, usually the takeaway will arrive soon after arriving at the apartment.

"I said, did you listen to me?! What are you doing with your phone? Is it possible that you feel like a scum now and want to go to the blogger lady for peace of mind?"

Qin Yan poked his head from behind him to try to look at his mobile phone screen, Fu Ran tilted his head, looked at the big head who was close at hand with disgust, and stretched out his hand to push his face away.

"none of your business."

"You have a guilty conscience! You couldn't see the blogger lady, and you couldn't bear the loneliness, so you cheated on me! Mental derailment! Sure enough, your heart is not as good as those around you, so you started to attack the beautiful senior sister!"

Qin Yan criticized him righteously, and even turned over the screen shot of the novel "The Love of Sanitary Napkin" that he just got, "Standing in front of sanitary products and teasing my sister, if you really don't make a show, you will become a blockbuster! You! I used to watch It's a flower of Gaoling, why don't you be a person now... Shake it, shake it away!"

Before he could finish his accusation, Fu Ran covered his mouth from the side. He could only utter a few indistinct syllables, and staggered forward.

Fu Ran hooked his neck, covered his mouth expressionlessly, dragged him into the community, and all the way into the apartment.

"boom--"

"Fuck, take it easy! I'm considered a half-talented person of the country, and a new force in the country's future. What if I break myself?!"

Fu Ran closed the door of the apartment, stood in front of the sofa, and stared at him condescendingly, "You have to show face, it is a bad debt that has lasted for 20 years and will continue to be in the country. Also, I only ordered Takeaway for one person.”

"..." Qin Yan was taken aback, half a minute later,

"Fu Ran, you dog who eats alone!"

With deep resentment, Qin Yan finally ordered an oden himself, which was still the original one.Because young master Fu Ran said that he can't eat heavy food in his apartment.

Otherwise his face would appear in his collection of little movies.

Halfway through eating, Qin Yan still couldn't hold back the gossip factor in his heart, looked up across the table,
"I'll just ask a question."

Fu Ran rolled up his cuffs, and handled the finished lunch box neatly. The soup did not stain any part of his body. When he heard that he wanted to ask a question, he said a word without raising his head.

"put."

"..." Qin Yan didn't have the same knowledge as him, so he leaned closer and asked, "Are you really developing with that senior sister from the Faculty of Arts?"

"something wrong?"

"Of course there is a problem! It turns out that you ignored the girls in your fan support club back then. It turned out that it was because you liked older sisters. But, do you still remember the blogger lady by the Daming Lake?"

Fu Ran packed up the lunch box, gave him a strange look, and then smiled,
"You reminded me. Last time you said you were going to give out the lottery, did you send it out?"

"What lottery?" Qin Yan paused for a moment, then immediately began to pretend to be confused, and lowered his head to eat oden. "I forgot about the lottery."

"It's okay." Fu Ran leaned back on the back of the chair, watching him pretending to be an ostrich with a relaxed expression, "I don't mind reminding you. You need to create a lottery under her Weibo, and you need to help her add at least two thousand Fans. Remember?"

Qin Yan dropped his chopsticks and stared wide-eyed, "Since when is there a requirement for the number of fans?! I don't read much and have a bad memory, but that doesn't mean you can lie to me!"

"It seems that you have remembered." Fu Ran said without changing his expression.

Only then did Qin Yan realize that he had been tricked again, as if choking on rice, he gritted his teeth and went to pick up the chopsticks.

"Sooner or later, I will show the seniors and bloggers of the Faculty of Arts to see your doggy appearance! You are not what you are!"

Fu Ran snorted, "It's been a few years, but I still only know this idiom. I suggest you take elective courses in the Faculty of Arts to supplement your foundation."

"Aren't you afraid that I will expose you in front of the senior sisters of the liberal arts?" Qin Yan asked viciously, biting the beef ball.

"Go if you have the ability. I'll wait for my senior to understand my inconsistency." He smiled emotionlessly, then returned to his expressionless expression, pushed away the chair, stood up, and walked to the bedroom.
"Take the trash away after eating, and don't bother me."

"What are you doing?"

"Do your homework."

"???" Qin Yan was a little confused, "You don't need to find such a low-level excuse to lie to me, do you? Why don't you just say 'I'm going to sleep stupid/Fuck off'."

Fu Ran had already walked to the door of the bedroom, the voice came from inside the door,
"Oh, I'm going to sleep, you idiot/pussy get out of here."

Qin Yan: "..." Which fucking stone did I lift to smash my feet?

in the room.

Fu Ran walked to the window with bare feet, and pulled back all the dark gray curtains covering the window, and the sunlight scrambled to shine into every corner of the room.From a certain angle, you can still see a little bit of floating dust in the light.

Opening the window, he turned around and gently tugged the easel next to the bed on his left, tore off the white cloth on it, and concentrated on looking at the painting on it.

At the end, he leaned against the window sill with his back slumped, tilted his head, and his eyes still fell on the painting, but his eyes were a little out of focus, as if he saw something else through this painting, and the lines of his face softened inexplicably some.

Don't know what to think.

It didn't take long to see the voice in the living room pinging, bang bang, and it was Qin Yan who was picking up the takeaway garbage outside.He stood up straight slowly, covered the easel again with a white cloth, then sat back at the computer desk and turned on the computer.

He really wasn't lying just now, he really had homework to complete.

It's the little software waiting to be updated.

He coaxed her to "dedicate himself to technology" last night, and finally got her data. If she doesn't update it as soon as possible to satisfy her, his "honest, obedient and obedient elementary school boy" personality will collapse.

And about the confession to the wall in the morning, although he withdrew in time, she probably saw it.If she discovered something because of that messy fanfiction, then his previous efforts would probably be reversed by more than 50.00%, and it might cause her to avoid contact with him intentionally or unintentionally... This situation How could he bear it.

But the person who wrote that novel is also a fucking talent, and his exaggerated writing style is almost as exaggerated as Qin Yan, and the whole story is embarrassing.

　Fu Ran has something to say: I want her to understand my inconsistency, what do you think?
　　Author: I think probably.

　　Mou Mian: I don’t think it’s okay. As a top student in the Faculty of Arts, I refuse to communicate with a boy who can only be described in derogatory terms.But if you can write me as a big guy with 100 million advertising fees, I will agree.

　　Author: In the dream, there is everything in the dream.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)