MTL - The Daily Life of Being the Campus Idol’s Fake Boyfriend-Chapter 11 0 to sleep

011. Sleeping

It’s not too late to start making friends now.

After touching the cup, Yan Feng began to sneak up, as if there were endless words.

Ling Ke is not annoyed, but enjoys this feeling.

Because of Ling's own personality problems, when he meets people, he can't say a few words. If someone else hasn't opened his heart with him, he will be the first to retreat because of his "high cold."

It is rare that there are people who are not afraid of sorrow and cold waiting, even if they can't get a response, they can sing for a long time.

The voice of Yu Feng is not impatient or slow, like a string with a degree of relaxation, holding a pleasant tune, and whispering like a lover, making people like a spring breeze.

Ling can't help but think of Jiang Ying, who had met on TV station five years ago, and she didn't know that Feng Feng was not a good gene that was inherited by his mother.

After the meal, the two slowly swayed back.

After passing through the convenience store, Yan Feng went to buy a bunch of ice mineral water and drinks.

He said that he was thirsty. It was uncomfortable not to drink two or three liters of water a day. Especially in this hot summer day, the two had just eaten spicy hot pot. Yu Feng said that he would continue to replenish water, otherwise he would die.

Ling was laughed at by him. When he walked into the convenience store, he saw the paper towel at the counter. I didn't know what kind of psychology, and I bought two bags.

Back to the dormitory, the last roommate has not appeared yet, presumably it will not come today, and Xie Qibao and his family live in the hotel, and do not come back.

Ling Ke then reacted to it afterwards - there are only two people in the dormitory tonight and he and Feng Feng.

Reunion with the people who have secretly loved for five years, the first night, the lonely man and the man stayed in a room to sleep...

What is the difference between this **** and opening a house! ?

Compared to Ling Ke’s inner mess, Yan Feng seems to care about it.

Also, in the eyes of normal people, what problems do two straight men sleep in a dormitory? I didn’t know how many two straight men in the room were “frankly treating each other” and having nothing to worry about.

Ling did a few deep breaths and forced himself to calm down.

Yan Feng opened the air conditioner, put down the suitcase and prepared to pack things. Ling Kezhen went to the bathroom first.

When I was showering, Ling Ke thought that Feng Feng had only separated a door from himself, and could not help but be excited...

......

After a quick vent, Lingke felt that his color was faint and completely saved!

Afterwards, I rushed for a few minutes of cold water to ensure that there was no smell left in the bathroom before I put on my clothes and pushed the door out.

Qi Feng opened all the two boxes, and all the luggage was poured out. The table was full of mess, and there were a bunch of freshly watered mineral water bottles on the side.

The dormitory, which was originally neat and tidy, was so tossed by him that it was like being robbed.

Ling Ke rubbed his head and asked: "What are you doing, how do you do this?"

Yan Feng was a little worried about the things on the ground, and he said: "I didn't expect the dormitory to allocate so much space to the individual. I feel that I have a lot of things, and I can't put it down."

Ling can take a closer look. Seeing that most of the clothes brought by Qi Feng are clothes and shoes, there are no big objects.

He hangs the towel around his neck and walks to the side of the maple leaf and directs: "You should pick three or four sets of clothes to wash and hang out in the closet."

Yan Feng "Oh", I will do it.

Seeing that Feng Feng had pulled out a few underwears, Ling Ke was hot again.

Blinking his eyes, Ling can then say: "Pick two pairs of shoes that have been worn these days for the next time, and the other ones are wrapped up and placed under the wardrobe... Well, the rest of the clothes are stacked and placed in the box, wait for those few The set is not enough to change or wear it, come back to the box..."

With the help of Ling Ke, after a while, the scattered dormitory was restored to a neat state.

Yan Feng sighed with relief: "You are amazing."

Ling can be speechless, what is this powerful?

However, he did not expect that the handsome man in the circle of friends, Feng Feng, privately like a child who did not grow up, his own things are not well packed.

Another point - "What are you doing with so many shoes?" Ling can frown.

There are five shoes in the shoes, shoes, shoes, Martin boots and Birken shoes. It is no wonder that I have dragged two large boxes!

Ling Ke himself had a pair of casual shoes and a pair of sneakers. Other shoes he had never touched before, and he wouldn't buy it when he saw it, because he didn't know how to match clothes, and a pair of casual shoes were almost versatile.

"Change to wear."

Ling can smoke his mouth, and he doesn't know much about the world of straight men.

After finishing the things, I was refreshed, and Feng Feng poured out a large bottle of water and found a change of clothes: "I am going to take a shower."

Ling Kexin jumped, some inexplicably made a guilty conscience, but also took a bottle of ice water to drink calm and calm.

In less than two seconds, the voice of Feng Feng came from the bathroom: "Ling Ke, which towel is mine?"

Ling can walk in and show him: "This, this, there is a cup, this."

Yan Feng is facing a shelf with four white towels and two identical brushing cups. Which? And which?

Ling Ke: "You will remember that you are all right on your right hand side."

Male left female right, why put your own right?

Yan Feng raised his eyebrows. This time he didn't want to endure it: "The colors are the same. What should I do if I am wrong?"

Ling Ke is also a bit embarrassed, when I bought it, I did not expect to give the two people a color.

However, two of the four towels are for washing, and the two are for wiping. The towel for washing the face is a little smaller, and the body is slightly larger.

When Feng Feng took the opportunity to change his face towel and Ling Ke's towel, he said: "Okay, just like this, you use small, I use big."

He is a little taller than Ling Ke and feels that this allocation is reasonable.

Ling Ke heard, but the whole person froze: "I... this one has already been wiped."

Yan Feng waved his hand and did not even abandon: "Nothing, I will wash it with soap."

Ling Ke: "..."

It may be that straight men are not informal, and Ling Ke is not good at entanglement.

But when he came out, he almost walked the wall.

That towel, he just wiped himself... there.

...... Although it has already been washed, but I think it is possible to take a face wash, Ling can still feel ashamed.

The problem is not just this, but it is clear that it should not be, but as soon as I imagine those filthy things, Ling Ke has another reaction.

Yan Feng took a bath more quickly than him, and it ended in less than ten minutes.

At that time, Ling Ke was going to go to bed, and both feet stepped on the iron bar. When I looked at it, I saw that Feng Feng was wearing a loose beach pants and swaying from the bathroom. The muscles of the body are also covered with an unwashed water.

... fucking... fucking!

Ling can have a soft leg and almost fell off the ladder.

"Do you want to sleep?" asked Feng Feng, "just nine o'clock."

"... um." Ling could tremble and climb into the bed, falling down in the back, facing back to Feng Feng, and collapsed.

Qi Feng did not know what to do under the bed, and went in and out of the two toilets.

After a while, he also climbed up.

Although the bed was attached to the table, it was not fixed to the wall. When someone climbed, it made a clear "squeaky" sound, and it was as if Lingfeng would climb over and lie directly beside him.

Yan Feng sees Ling Ke heading to the other side, naturally he will not point his head to the other's feet, and the two can only sleep on their feet.

There are iron railings around the bed and at the end of the bed, one to prevent people from falling, and one to prevent people from crossing the border and reaching their feet.

One of the eight meters of Qi Feng, lying on the bed is like lying in an iron cage, unable to open his hands and feet.

For him who used to sleep in a big bed at home, how to sleep in a dormitory bed less than one meter wide is really uncomfortable.

He sullenly straightened his legs and stretched his legs, trying to try to get to the iron bars at the end of the bed.

Unexpectedly, his foot went straight through the railing and touched a warm thing.

The thing was touched by him and he quickly escaped.

Yan Feng stunned and suddenly reacted. He just touched Ling Ke’s foot.

"I just met you?... Excuse me, this bed is too small."

After a few seconds, a dull voice came from the opposite side: "Nothing."

Ling Ke almost had to be smashed by Feng Feng just to give him almost three liters of blood, directly killed.

He did not dare to stretch his legs, retracted and hid in the bed, pressed the phone, and planned to watch the news calm and calm.

After a while, he couldn't help but find WeChat and find the head of Yan Feng.

In the dialog box with Yan Feng, there is still only one piece of information from the other party -

Yan Feng: "I passed your friend verification request, now we can start chatting."

The time is three years ago.

Ling Ke did not think of himself. Three years later, he will sleep in F’s dormitory and Yu Feng.

It seems that there is a current that has spread from the toe that has just been touched by the maple to the whole body. He has fired on him and burned his whole person to burn.

The first night was such a "red chicken", Ling did not know what to do next.

Sighing a sigh, Lingke habitually opened the circle of friends of Feng Feng.

He was surprised to find that just a minute ago, Yan Feng sent a message.

"I am done."

There are no pictures, no expressions, just three words.

Ling can see a fog.

What is it?

If he hasn't reunited with Feng Feng yet, he can't read it if he can't understand it, but the key is that this night, Feng Feng stayed with him. He was still sleeping opposite himself. What happened in a minute ago? Does it make him feel "completed"?

Is it... can't sleep?

Ling Ke felt that this conjecture was quite reliable, and while sympathizing with Feng Feng, he felt funny in his heart.

The thumb was swept away and the other person took the avatar set by the photo of the real person. Ling could read to him in his heart: "Good night, 戚枫."

Despite the excitement of last night, Ling Ke's biological clock was still regular, and the physical excitement could not hold back the inertia of the brain. He fell asleep at less than twelve.

Sleeping all night, when you open your eyes, Ling Ke still has somewhere to go, wait for the reaction and sit up.

- Yan Feng is still asleep.

I saw a quilt twisted like a water snake, wrapped around him.

The air conditioner in the dormitory was a little cold. Yan Feng was holding the quilt tightly, and an arm was around her body. It was obvious that she was cold and could not find the quilt cover. It looked a bit pitiful.

Ling can stabilize the heart of the jump, climbed out of the bed and turned off the air conditioner.

Then walk into the bathroom with a light hand and prepare to brush your teeth. A bow, Ling can find the two identical brushing cups, I do not know when they were labeled with transparent adhesive.

The label on the left says "Maple" and the label on the right says "Yes".

On the side of the two words, a cat head was also drawn.