Le Zhishi saved the last screen recording of Song Yu's "retirement match" and sent it to Song Yu.

[Lele: Who allowed you to quote me without authorization? Give me money quickly. ]

After waiting for a while, there was no reply. Lezhi guessed that he was in a meeting, maybe he was still reporting, and there was no time to reply, so he didn't care too much. Before the first class in the afternoon, I looked at the phone and found that Song Yu had already responded to him.

If nothing else, transfer 520 yuan directly to WeChat.

The first time he saw the news, Lezhishi was a little bit dumbfounded. He didn't expect such a reply. Saying Song Yu is straightforward, he sometimes turns around a lot, saying that he is too incomprehensible, and he also knows to turn a special amount of money.

Lezhishi did not collect payment.

[Lele: I'm joking. Why are you so calm, you don't tell me all these things. I heard Senior Sister Nan Jia said that after your last match, many people thought you were going to get out of the singles, and they were all talking about your scandal. How did you feel at that time? ]

After two minutes, he received a reply.

[Brother: Forgot. ]

The professor has come to the podium and opened the lesson plan, "all the students are there, haven't you? Scan this QR code and sign in."

Le Zhishi hurriedly quit the chat to sign in, and by the way, he pushed Shen Mi who was hiding from the king.

Another reminder popped up on WeChat, after Lezhishi signed in and returned to the chat interface.

[Brother: But now the feeling is that I have indeed taken off the order, and I am very happy. ]

Le Zhishi can almost make up for Song Yu's expression of the four words [very happy] with his expressionless face and his voice without emotional ups and downs.

[Lele: If you let me hear the last paragraph earlier, you will leave the order sooner. ]

[Brother: I'm glad you didn't hear it earlier, so I know that you like me spontaneously, and not affected by some kind words. You can easily choose to accept because you can't refuse the kindness of others, especially for me. You never refuse. I know all of these. ]

Seeing these words, Le Zhishi felt very warm. Song Yu knew him better than anyone, knew his fascination in interpersonal communication, and knew his character and temper best, but would not use this familiarity and understanding. To achieve what purpose.

But Le Zhishi still didn't want to be regarded as a child by Song Yu, so he retorted for himself.

[Lele: I'm an adult now, don't worry, I won't be affected so easily. ]

[Brother: The first step to become a qualified adult is to learn to reject others, including me. ]

What he said is not wrong. Le Zhishi stared at these words. He was often trapped in trivial matters that had nothing to do with him because he couldn’t refuse other people’s requests. However, in the face of Song Yu, he seemed unable to refuse because Song Yu would never ask for it. He even hoped that Song Yu could ask him for something more, even if it was a hand in hand and a hug.

[LeLe: The first step to become a qualified lover is to learn to rely on the other person, who is me. ]

After sending this sentence, the teacher started the lecture. Lezhishi did not wait for Song Yu's reply, and turned on the laptop to prepare for learning.

The professional study after entering university is very different from what I imagined when I was in Lezhi. What the teachers emphasize is no longer a knowledge point, but a way of thinking, allowing them to train their brains into "dharmic brains." At the same time, law is also a major closely related to many disciplines. It is not just studying law. In order to understand a case clearly, they also need to understand the content of various industries and disciplines related to it.

At this point, when I am used to divergent music knowledge, I am very adaptable.

"I'm most afraid of taking Teacher Zhang's class." Shen Mi put his phone on the table and opened the book, "Don't click on me."

Every time he attends this class, Professor Zhang will assume that everyone already understands the background knowledge of the case, so he so-called random questions, most of the students actually don’t know once, but Lezhishi often reads the case materials. The information has been checked.

I got up to answer the questions twice in a row. Lezhishi was the only one who had something to say. He looked special and the teacher quickly remembered his name.

"You guys are great." The old professor nodded with his hands behind his back, "Yes, study hard, there is a future in the future."

At the end of the afternoon class, Shen Mi is going to the varsity team for training, and Lezhishi and Jiang Yufan go to the cafeteria for dinner. There were a lot of people, and I found a seat after I had dinner. I took out my phone to look at it when I was Lezhi, and found that there were more WeChat messages.

But he saw the unread prompt of the sticky dialog at first glance.

[Brother: You are right. ]

[Brother: There is one more sentence, which I forgot to say after being interrupted. If you do it again now, I shouldn't let you go to the game, and I won't send you the video of the game, but I will change the words that introduce you to "the person I like". ]

As if patched, there is one more after a minute.

[Brother: lest they guess, it's very annoying. ]

Le Zhishi looked at the chat log, smirked until he didn't eat any food, Jiang Yufan looked at him for a long time, kicked him, and then dragged the guy back.

"Have you picked up money? You laugh like this?"

"What kind of money? I will confiscate a three-digit windfall." Lezhishi picked up his chopsticks and put a piece of braised pork into his mouth. It was waxy and fragrant, fat but not greasy. The one who was not hungry at first took a bite and became hungry. He took a quail egg with chopsticks and pushed his side dish to Jiang Yufan, "This quail egg braised pork is very delicious, you try it."

"No," Jiang Yufan touched his chin, like a poor detective, "I think you have recovered from your illness, and your whole person is a little different. Just like soaking a honey jar, he laughs every day, and something happens. If you’re fine, just chat with someone, are you engaged in online dating?"

"Who do I have online dating?" Le Zhishi took a mouthful of rice with a guilty conscience.

Jiang Yufan nodded, "Yes, you look like, if you really go online dating, then the other party is probably the emperor of Ouhuangli, the emperor."

"What do you mean?"

"I’m going to be online with you, isn’t it a limited hidden version of the blind box that is drawn to the SSR level?"

This description made Lezhishi amused. He thought to himself, the one he got should be the hidden money in the hidden money, there is only one in the world.

"Oh, look at your face when you eat, wipe it yourself."

"You eat this meat, it's really delicious."

Jiang Yufan clipped a piece, "Um! Really, I will order this next time." He swallowed, and received a message, very excited, "Lele, I can go to a sitcom!"

"Really?" Lezhishi was also very happy, "You are really good, when will you be selected?"

Jiang Yufan checked his watch, "No. 8, I'm a little nervous now."

"It's okay," Le Zhishi relieved him, "You have a good mouth, a good look, and a full-blown voice. You are especially suitable for this kind of drama or sitcom. I will go to see you perform."

"Oh yes, have you signed up yet?"

Le Zhishi nodded and drank a big sip of soy milk, "I am reporting for a costume design competition. The primary election time is October 9th. I guess I am busy this National Day."

"I'm going, isn't that the day before your birthday." Jiang Yufan gave him a chicken wing from his dinner plate. "Also, you can go home directly for your birthday after finishing it. Anyway, it won't be the result of the day."

Having said that, the pressure on Lezhishi from the fashion design competition is still not small. Although he likes painting very much, he is not a professional design background after all. In such a big school, there must be a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. The more I think about it, the more I feel lost.

It just so happens that the basketball team of the hospital has not played recently. Everyone is busy with the art festival. There is no need to go to training when Lezhi, and all the spare time is spent on learning costume design. I borrowed a lot of books from the library to learn. The whole person went in and drew pictures in the dormitory until 1:30 in the morning.

The sketchbooks bought at the school stationery store were of ordinary paper quality. Lezhishi held a pencil and drew a few lines, and suddenly became stunned.

He thought of the leather sketchbook that Song Yu left him when he graduated from high school. He stayed at home and didn't bring it. The paper quality of that notebook is the best he has ever used.

So Le Zhishi got up and sent a message to Song Yu.

[Lele: Brother, where did you buy the sketchbook you gave me last time? Is there a link? I bought it in a physical store. ]

Before he could reply, Song Yu called directly. Le Zhishi quickly went out of the dormitory lightly, took the door, walked into the corridor and connected to the phone.

Song Yu's deep voice came from the other end, "Why haven't you slept yet?"

"I'm drawing a picture." When I heard his voice, Lezhi missed him very much, feeling that they only met during dinner these days, "You haven't slept."

Typing sounds came from the other end of the phone.

"There is something wrong with the data. I'm looking at which process is wrong."

Le Zhishi gave an hum, and then asked about the sketchbook again. The typing suddenly stopped. After waiting for a while, Song Yu said, "That's not easy to buy."

"Really? Forget it, I just thought of it suddenly, because the paper of that notebook is so good that it feels very comfortable to the touch." He said, leaning against the wall with his back.

"...I can ask, if you want."

Afraid of interrupting his work, Lezhishi didn't drag him to talk too much. After hanging up the phone, he sent Song Yu [I miss you so much], and Song Yu replied [rest early].

He decided to bring back the sketchbook when he went home next time. There are too many pictures of Song Yu, his face, his back, and his hands in that album. In the past, Le Zhishi didn't think it was anything, but now with Song Yu, those paintings seem to have become evidence of secret love.

No one has ever been so stupid as him, even if he has a crush on him.

During the holiday, both of them were very busy. Song Yu was also taken by her mentor to Beijing to attend the conference, planning to return on the 9th. This made Le Zhishi very reluctant, because this was the first time Song Yu went out after they were officially together. They talk on the phone every day, and Lezhishi touches the turquoise stone on his desk when the sketches are exhausted.

At the end of the holiday, Lezhishi returned home to dine with Lin Rong and Song Jin, but the game was about to come, and his design was stuck in a very delicate place. His inspiration was weak and he really didn’t have the intention to rest, so he only stayed for one day and returned. School, by the way, take the grey sketchbook away from home.

The sky was gray, like there was a rain that was about to fall. Lezhishi regretted that she patronized and chatted with Song Yu before leaving. He didn't listen to Aunt Rong's words and put on that denim jacket.

Holding the picture album, he had to take the subway alone for more than an hour to get to school, and it would take him more than ten hours to see Song Yu, but Le Zhishi resisted not calling Song Yu for fear of occupying his time.

Unexpectedly, Song Yu sent him a message, asking him when to arrive at school, and reminded him not to sleep in the car.

Le Zhishi honestly said that there are still five stops, and said that he is very energetic now, but only a little bit wants to drink milk tea.

Song Yu didn't reply, Lezhishi put on headphones to listen to the song, took out the tablet in the bag and wrote and painted. I was so fascinated by the painting that I almost missed the station, and ran out when the subway gate was about to close. He breathed a sigh of relief and got on the elevator.

Carrying a bag, I feel tired when Lezhi. Standing on the escalator, he thought, the subway station is really weird. It's obviously crowded with people, but it doesn't have much human touch, just like a certain processing module on an urban assembly line.

Every figure came and went in a hurry, a brain flooded in and moved to the next module. Everyone's stay was very short, and the difference was very short. All emotions flowed faster.

Le Zhishi was the slowest part of this accelerating city tide. He held the picture album and wearily followed the people in the same direction to the exit.

When I finally reached the exit, the cold wind outside shrank my neck when the cold wind blew, feeling like it was going to rain again. In the next moment, he saw a completely still figure in the hurried crowd.

Le Zhishi thought he had made a mistake, so he froze in place, allowing the flow of people around him to bypass him, as if he were a sluggish stone in the torrent.

But the other originally still stone moved, and walked towards him step by step, with a gentle expression.

"Tired and silly?"

Song Yu was wearing a black windbreaker, holding a dark gray kraft paper bag in his hand, and stopped in front of Le Zhishi. Seeing that he was only wearing a thin sweater, not even a thin coat, "Isn't it cold?" He took a cup of hot milk tea from the paper bag and handed it to Le Zhishi.

After receiving the milk tea, Lezhi suddenly felt a bit sore, "Didn't you explain that the day will return? Why didn't you say a word, you came back early..."

His voice was especially soft in a noisy subway station, his nose was red, and his eyes were covered with water vapor. Seeing him like this, Song Yu suddenly felt a very strange impulse to deviate from the original plan. Raising Lezhishi's arm, he took him to the bathroom at the subway station regardless.

Le Zhishi asked him what he did, but Song Yu did not respond. There was no one in the bathroom, but he took Lezhishi into a cubicle, went in himself, and locked the door.

"What are you doing here?"

"Didn't you say that I should rely on you?" Song Yu pushed him against the bathroom door, "I miss you very much, and I need you very much now."

After speaking, he held Lezhishi's chin and kissed it.

The kiss came by surprise, and Lezhishi's heart was grabbed almost instantly.

Unlike the gentle contact before, Song Yu's aggressiveness and possessiveness, which had always been well hidden, broke out at this moment. Le Zhishi's waist was hugged tightly, against the wall, his tongue passively entangled.

In this narrow and private space, he heard the sound of the metal buckle on Song Yu's belt hitting his waist, and the faint sound of them sucking and kissing. Reason made him a little flustered, making him want to suppress.

But desire and repression are always contradictory, their lips and tongues are like rough copulating fish, smooth and ambiguous.

Breathing began to become difficult, and when Lezhi, his body became weak and his hands could hardly hold Song Yu. Feeling that his breathing became louder, Song Yu released his arm and moved a little away.

When he looked at Lezhi who was breathing against the wall, he felt pitiful and cute. So I couldn’t help but touched his face again. It was still cold, so I had to pull Le Zhishi into his arms, completely wrapped him in his windbreaker, then raised his hand and stroked his back gently. , Help him smoothly.

Le Zhishi leaned on him to breathe, feeling that Song Yu in this second and the last one were completely different.

He was wrapped in the good smell of Song Yu's body, producing a psychedelic and sweet dizziness.

"It's so hard for you to kiss..." Song Yu lowered his head and whispered such a sentence in his ear. When I heard it, my whole body was numb, like a layer of electricity, my ears were itchy, subconsciously. Hid.

But when he came back to his senses, he felt awkward to hear this sentence, as if he hadn't said the next sentence.

He raised his face, his eyes were pure, "Then what?"

"Then no."

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