At the end of the interview, Zhou Ziheng stood up and bowed to the interview team.

"Thanks for your hard work."

"Zi Heng and Xi Qing have also worked hard." The hostess also stood up, "You must be very tired."

Zhou Ziheng shook his head, "By the way, if the last question is inconvenient, you can cut it."

The host smiled, "No cut, such an outstanding person should be seen by everyone."

After all the work was over, Xia Xiqing and Zhou Ziheng took off their makeup at the shooting location and changed into their private clothes. Xiao Luo, who was waiting outside, saw the two coming out, and hurried forward, "Ziheng, I'll drive you two back anyway. Shun..."

Before the word "road" could be uttered, Xiao Luo's mouth was covered by Zhou Ziheng. He also looked around at the surrounding staff and gave Xiao Luo a hard look.

What way to go, he doesn't want others to know that he lives on the same floor as Xia Xiqing.

Xia Xiqing stood aside, looked at the childish Zhou Ziheng, and couldn't help laughing. Is this the same person as Zhou Ziheng who was interviewed just now?

"You go back first, I'll call a taxi for you." Zhou Ziheng took out his mobile phone, Xiao Luo glanced at Xia Xiqing, then at Zhou Ziheng, "No need, I'll go back by myself, I can hail a taxi at the door." He called Zhou Ziheng He flipped out the car keys and handed them to him, "Then Ziheng, why don't you drive back by yourself?"

"I don't have a schedule for tomorrow." Zhou Ziheng took the key and twirled it on his index finger, "Don't arrange an agenda for me this week. I have to go to class and have a midterm exam soon."

midterm? Xia Xiqing burst out laughing, Zhou Ziheng turned his head and glared at him, put the key back in his pocket, pushed Xiao Luo's shoulder until he left the building where the filming took place, watched him get into the taxi, and then turned around to prepare He went to the underground garage, only to find Xia Xiqing following behind him.

"Why are you following me?" Zhou Ziheng, who was wearing a peaked cap and mask, spoke in a muffled voice, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

At night in the early morning of April, the temperature is still cool, the season of lean and yellow, and the relationship of the same lean and yellow.

Xia Xiqing also put his hands in his pockets in a similar manner, stood beside Zhou Ziheng, bumped his shoulder with his shoulder, and said with a smile on his face, "Big handsome guy, take me home on the way."

He deliberately emphasized the word Shunlu, just to appreciate Zhou Ziheng's cute expression when he was flustered.

Zhou Ziheng dodged back, his voice became quieter, "Whoever comes with you, you can call a car to go back by yourself."

Seeing that Zhou Ziheng really opened the car door by himself, and didn't intend to send him home, Xia Xiqing swayed on the spot, "But it's so late now..."

"Are you still afraid of danger?" Zhou Ziheng opened the car door and whispered, "Obviously you are the most dangerous person."

Xia Xiqing, who didn't know that Zhou Ziheng had given himself the name "terrorist", grabbed the car door, "And it's hard to get a car in this place."

Zhou Ziheng got into the car on his own, "I'll always be there."

"But you got me out, don't you, a top student, know the reason for sending Buddha to the West?"

"have no idea."

Looking at Zhou Ziheng who was not getting in, Xia Xiqing sighed, "Okay. Then I'll go back by myself." After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked two steps pitifully holding his arm, Looking around the underground garage, he opened his mouth leisurely.

"Oh, it's so dark in here..."

three.

two.

one.

A headlight suddenly turned on behind him, and the dazzling light passed Xia Xiqing's shoulder and hit the front, illuminating the dark road. Xia Xiqing couldn't help laughing as he watched his own shadow stretched on the ground.

"Get in the car, I'm sick of you." Zhou Ziheng parked the car beside Xia Xiqing and opened the door for him.

Just know that this moral model will not throw him here.

Xia Xiqing got into the co-pilot with a smile that was not a smile, and he closed the door sideways. When he turned his head, his vision suddenly dimmed.

Zhou Ziheng in the driver's seat supported the steering wheel with one hand, took off the black peaked cap on his head with the other hand and put it on Xia Xiqing's head, and put on the hood of his hooded jacket.

Turning his face sideways, Xia Xiqing looked at Zhou Ziheng in a daze.

"Look what I'm doing, put on your seat belt."

Xia Xiqing suddenly thought that the last time he pretended to be drunk was in this car, and took advantage of Zhou Ziheng's hug when he was fastening his seat belt.

"Why does it feel like I'm so familiar with this car?" Xia Xiqing tugged on the seat belt, "Really, I really want to dream of riding in your car, that's how it feels." While talking nonsense, he glanced sideways, Seeing Zhou Ziheng's Adam's apple moving up and down nervously.

So funny.

"You're just dreaming." Zhou Ziheng threw down such a sentence and turned the steering wheel with one hand. Xia Xiqing pressed down on the brim of his hat, thinking of the scene where Zhou Ziheng put on his hat just now, he said jokingly, "You gave me this because you are afraid of being photographed by the paparazzi? You just don't want people to know that I live with you."

"Who lives with you." Zhou Ziheng was about to explode.

"Ah, no, no, I live next door." Xia Xiqing took a picture of himself in the rearview mirror, pulled his hair back and tied it into a small braid, "Hey, tell me, if I was really photographed, would others think I was It's a girl, and then I'll make trouble for you, gossip insulator."

The last few words were obviously in a mocking tone. It didn't sound like he was praising him for not being a scandal, but more like mocking him as a "mother's solo". Zhou Ziheng suddenly felt that his self-esteem was offended, so he also started to get angry. "Girl? A girl who is about 1.8 meters tall?"

"What's wrong with being 1.8 meters tall, you straight men look at their faces anyway." Xia Xiqing turned his head to look at him, the left corner of his mouth slightly raised, "At least my face isn't unappetizing."

He leaned over and got very close, Zhou Ziheng suddenly felt embarrassed, deliberately did not turn his head to look at him, and looked straight ahead, with an awkward tone, "Don't disturb me driving."

Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows, raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, leaned back on the back of the co-pilot, and leaned his head against the window glass to look out the window. The streets in the early morning are empty, only row after row of lonely street lamps hit the ground.

The carriage suddenly fell silent, and Zhou Ziheng uncontrollably recalled the scene when he sent Xia Xiqing back to the hotel last time. He was hugged tightly by Xia Xiqing just like that, and his soft lips rubbed against the side of his neck.

Unable to tell what was wrong, Zhou Ziheng raised his hand and touched his neck.

That wonderful touch is like a sequela after the shock, which has continued until now.

"Why."

Xia Xiqing's voice suddenly rang out, making Zhou Ziheng's hands tremble in fright, and his hairs stood on end with guilt, "What, why?" He didn't know what he was guilty of. Every time he was alone with Xia Xiqing, he Always feel that something is wrong with me.

"Why did you grab my hand." Xia Xiqing was still leaning against the car window, his eyes were covered by the shadow under the brim of his hat, making it difficult to see his exact expression, "When the light is broken."

The hands holding the steering wheel tightened, and after passing an intersection, Zhou Ziheng gave an answer.

"Because you told me that you are afraid of the dark." Zhou Ziheng's tone was flat, without much ups and downs, "If it were another person who revealed his weakness to me, I would also be willing to protect him."

It is worthy of being a moral model.

The face under the brim sneered.

"So, in the same way, your rhetorical question at the end of tonight's interview is also for the same reason?"

Zhou Ziheng paused, "Yes."

Indeed, if it were someone else who was questioned like this, Zhou Ziheng would definitely question him too, because his character made it impossible for him to ignore these biased or even disrespectful things. But he still lied.

The hand stretched out in the darkness was not at all out of a desire to protect everyone equally. It's just that he still can't find out what the "subconsciousness" that can define that moment is, so he can only deceive himself temporarily.

The atmosphere suddenly became serious, and Xia Xiqing didn't speak again, which made Zhou Ziheng's chest feel tight. In fact, he had many questions to ask him, such as why he agreed to shoot the magazine, why didn't he continue to ask himself why he regretted not Go pick him up in person.

And why are you afraid of the dark.

But he didn't want to ask. This moment is as delicate as two people playing a childish game sitting facing each other, looking at each other.

Whoever blinks first loses.

After meeting Xia Xiqing, Zhou Ziheng became extremely competitive and didn't want to be the one who blinked first.

They walked back to the apartment building where they lived in silence. The two of them got out of the elevator one after the other and walked into the porch on the top floor.

"Hey," Zhou Ziheng's voice sounded from behind, "give me back my hat."

Xia Xiqing turned around, leaned against the door with a smirk on his face, and spit out a word.

"No."

Impressed. Zhou Ziheng frowned, "Why are you such a rascal?"

"It's not the first time you've seen me." Xia Xiqing walked towards him, his voice softened a lot, "Why, I just found out that I'm a rascal now." After finishing speaking, Xia Xiqing almost moved close to him, He raised his eyes slightly to look up at Zhou Ziheng's eyes. Zhou Ziheng, who was wearing a mask, rolled his eyes impatiently, and reached out to take the hat back, but Xia Xiqing grabbed his wrist.

"Want it?" Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows, "I can give it to you too, but I want an exchange."

Zhou Ziheng shook off his hand, his eyes were cold, "This is mine, why do you want to exchange terms?"

"I don't care who owns things. Anyway, as long as I want it, it will be mine in the end." Xia Xiqing showed a beautiful smile, and put his hand on Zhou Ziheng's shoulder, "I'm going to take away the conditions."

As soon as the words fell, the hand grabbed Zhou Ziheng's coat collar downwards, and kissed Zhou Ziheng through the mask.

Xia Xiqing, who had half-closed his eyes, raised his eyes upwards, and a pair of breathtaking peach-blossom eyes slammed straight into Zhou Ziheng's eyes with a smile. Completely different from the first intense and powerful kiss, the soft lips were tightly pressed together through a thin mask.

The moment before Zhou Ziheng regained consciousness, Xia Xiqing opened his mouth slightly, and lightly bit Zhou Ziheng's lips through the mask.

Everything obviously lasted no more than ten seconds, all the movements seemed to be put into slow motion, played slowly frame by frame, his clean and pure makeup, long eyelashes, and the mole on the tip of his nose, all the images were remembered.

Xia Xiqing, with a crooked smile, took off his baseball cap and put it on Zhou Ziheng's head.

"Deal."

Turning around, he simply and neatly returned to his home.

At the end of the game, my eyes were sore and swollen, I could hardly hold on, and finally I couldn't hold on.

The clenched hand slammed the door behind him fiercely, Zhou Ziheng took off his hat irritably, turned around and returned to his home. What annoyed him was that Xia Xiqing could always easily overthrow the defense line he had painstakingly built up, no matter how hard he tried, he had to admit it.

He was still the one who blinked first.

For several days after the magazine was shot, Xia Xiqing never met Zhou Ziheng, nor did he take the initiative to contact him. In order not to hurt him, Xia Xiqing specifically "asked" Xia Zhixu to help hack the camera in the porch, in exchange for a series of high school out-of-print photos he took for Xu Qichen after he bought the SLR in the second semester of his sophomore year.

The cover of the magazine was released in advance the day before yesterday, and the official blog is also very knowledgeable. It directly posted the two covers and added the text - "Double magazines must have double covers, single-choice questions, AorB? "

[Self-study makes me happy]: I will answer this question, Tsinghua University and Peking University.

[Self-study is not popular, it is difficult to tolerate]: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh' ! My mother duck! ! What kind of fairy CP did I eat!

[Most Attack in Hengheng History]: What is Hengheng in the first edition, a gentle scum and a **** Alpha! The smell of pheromones put me in a coma!

[The first wife of Xia Xiqing's entire network]: Damn it, the first version is the subject of the abused beauty and the second version is the subject of the tsundere queen! Xia Xiqing's life is meaningless without sleep!

[Strawberry Jelly]: Passers-by are not fans, these two covers are really well shot, it is worthy of Lin Mo's mirror, the expressiveness of the two people is too powerful. I didn't know how to choose for a while! Obviously I like gentle scum, but after reading the second edition, I was a little shaken by the little wolf dog and the queen. This terrible CP feeling...

[I Heng Super A's]: I feel the same way, Wei Fan also wants to stand for a second CP, this terrible CP feeling.

[Sweatswish]: I didn’t really understand why Mao’s self-study CP was listed on the hot searches every day, but now I understand and even feel a little moved. #This is probably the true fragrance theorem.

[KKK I am a little angel]: I am a pure passerby, but I sincerely feel that the crispy duck novels I have read before have faces...

[Does a friend invest in shares]: The blood on Zhou Ziheng's face and Xia Xiqing's wound, I made up a 100,000-word novel, the colorful one! ! So is the second edition! Obviously there is no **** but it just makes people feel the rush of desire and hormones. What kind of fairy CP is this!

[Nian Xia Gong who attacked the whole network]: The first edition - "The dead will never leave me again." The second edition - "You are just my dog." #论神仙CP的plasticity

[Self-study girl will never admit defeat]: Did anyone find that the handcuffs in the first version are very similar to the situation where Xi Qing was initialized in the room in "Escape from the Sky"? Satisfied my imagination when watching the show! The style of this issue of the magazine is really impressive, the black, white and red tones and the gothic setting really brought tears to my eyes.

[I love self-study]: When I saw these two covers, my first reaction was, "I can't make it real!" God, let me make it real once. These two people are too good for each other5555

…

Get real. Xia Xiqing laughed lightly.

Maybe.

Suddenly, I received a WeChat message from Jiang Yin.

[Jiang Yin]: Xi Qing, the magazine wants you to help publicize it, just repost the official blog.

Xia Xiqing didn't really want to help, but when he returned to the Weibo interface, he found that Zhou Ziheng had already reposted it.

[Zhou Ziheng]: A.

The fans below also forwarded it like crazy.

[] [A]: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[My leg is broken by Zhou Ziheng Su every day]: Is this a pun? Hahaha—I choose A and I am the most A

Xia Xiqing, who was not willing to help with the heat before, immediately reposted that Weibo.

[Tsing_Summer]: I choose B.

Seeing that the two masters both appeared, CP fans immediately exploded. The speed of comments is unimaginable.

[Self-study and self-study is the best in the world]: Damn, grab my self-study baby! The choice of these two people always gives me a subtle feeling that I expected hhh

[I want to go to self-study]: I understand you! There is a sense of déjà vu of fighting and receiving!

[Who says no]: Hahahahahaha once you accept this setting

[Marshmallow on the Clouds]: The time when the two posted on Weibo was so close, it seemed like they had discussed it, could they be together right now? [Opened a brain hole

[Little Xianyu from Peking University]: No, Zhou Ziheng is currently studying in the library, and I am sitting in the back two rows of him. It seems that I am struggling for the midterm exam just like me.

[Self-study girls never admit defeat]: Hahahahahahaha Zhou Ziheng is studying by himself now hahaha what's wrong with my joke

[Maybe you like self-study]: In self-study hahahahaha

[Zhou Ziheng Xia Xi cleared the lock]: Bishop, how do you properly love CP hahaha

…

They are all sand sculpture girls.

The WeChat rang again, Xia Xi checked and checked, it was Xia Xiuze.

[Ozawa]: Brother! ! I don't have class tonight, can I go play with you!

[Ozawa]: Why doesn’t my brother reply to my message.jpg

[Ozawa]: Casting expectant eyes on you.jpg

[Ozawa]: Exploring on the edge of ecstasy.jpg

How could this guy have so many nervous emoticons, Xia Xiqing was about to ruthlessly reject him, when a call came in, he answered it without even seeing it clearly.

"I don't have that much free time..."

"Hi, Xi Qing."

Um? Isn't it Xia Xiuze? Xia Xiqing took the phone away and saw that it was the assistant tutor he had been with before. He coughed and said hello like a dog, "Hi teacher, what's the matter?"

"Oh, I heard from Smith that you have returned to China, so I won't come with you to those foolish people. Come and save me quickly. I'm running out of time for a sculpture exhibition. A few students are too late. It’s unreliable, come and help me if you have nothing important to do.”

Xia Xiqing frowned. He was most afraid of helping people put out fires, but every time he encountered such a thing, he had to do it.

"Teacher, I've been quite..."

The professor began to talk about the location on his own, "P University of Arts, hurry up!"

Wait a minute, Big P?

"Okay." Xia Xiqing agreed bluntly, "Teacher, I will contact you when I arrive later."

After he got in the car and turned on the navigation, he realized that P University was so close to where he lived, and it took less than ten minutes to drive there. No wonder Zhou Ziheng bought the house here, and it was a school district house. After parking the car, Xia Xiqing put on a mask for himself and entered the campus. He always felt that someone was watching him along the way, but he found that it was not an illusion. A row of little girls recorded the video with their cell phones openly.

No, he didn't even know that he had become so popular.

"Is it Xi Qing?" A little girl walked up timidly, "It's Xi Qing."

It's all over, Xia Xiqing can't continue to pretend, he smiled softly at her wearing a mask, and then quickened his pace.

"Fuck, it's really Xia Xiqing! He's a real person!"

"It's so beautiful and gentle."

Zhou Ziheng, who was studying in the library, suddenly felt a commotion around him. He pulled off an earphone, turned his head, and found that the girls in the back row were all holding their mobile phones.

He frowned, pressed the brim of his hat, and put on the earphones to do the math again.

what the hell.

His buddy Zhao Ke, who was sitting next to him, bumped into his shoulder, "Hey, Ziheng."

"What's wrong?" Zhou Ziheng took off his earphones again, and looked at him inexplicably.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Ke put the mobile phone in front of him with a full face of watching a movie, "Look, your CP is here!"

Zhou Ziheng rolled his eyes speechlessly, "Get out, you CP..." The hand holding the earphone suddenly froze.

"What did you say?!"