Wen Qing stared blankly at Iou's profile.

The afternoon sun fell on him, like a faint halo around him, adding a touch of softness to his lazy temperament.

Io said slowly: "If you don't like it, I won't say it."

He lowered his eyes and his tone was low.

Wen Qing had the illusion that he was bullying him, and said dryly, "I don't dislike it."

Io continued to type on the keyboard: "That's good."

"I came to Nancheng alone, unfamiliar, and I have no friends here. I thought you disliked me."

Saying that, he sighed.

Wen Qing could see that Io's words were a little showy and pitiful, but he chose to be soft and not hard, so he had to say to Io: "I don't dislike you."

He pursed his lips and began to think about his previous relationship with Io.

The dormitory was rebuilt in the sophomore year, and he and Ioman had known each other for two months.

Since the beginning of school, Io has taken good care of himself. On the other hand, he has been busy with studies and part-time jobs, and has little concern for his friends and classmates.

Seeing Wen Qing in a trance, Io stopped his fingertips, leaned in front of him, and asked, "What are you thinking?"

Wen Qing said honestly, "I'm reflecting."

Io asked, "Reflection on what?"

Wen Qing blinked and said to him, "reflecting on my concern for you, it seems that I care less."

Hearing this, Io nodded vigorously.

Wen said slowly, "so you should be bored."

"So you have to tell me everything about phone calls and WeChat."

Io: "…"

After a moment of silence, he simply followed the topic and said, "So you care more about me in the future."

Wen Qing nodded, picked up the phone, and opened the WeChat group in the bedroom.

301 handsome guys

Wen Qing: [@徐峰峰@宋强, what time will your meeting be? 】

Xu Fengfeng: [? ? ? 】

Song Qiang: [Am I right? 】

Xu Fengfeng: [Wen Qing, why are you suddenly asking about this? what happened? 】

Song Qiang: [Did they find them? Do you need the two of us to rush back to help you support the scene? 】

Wen Qing lowered her head and typed: [No, nothing happened. 】

Wen Qing: [I just care about you. 】

When Io saw Wen Qing's mobile phone screen, the smile on his face froze.

Wen Qing didn't notice his expression and continued typing: [I'll invite everyone to dinner tonight. 】

Song Qiang: [Thank you Boss Wen, Boss Wen is great. 】

Xu Fengfeng: [Wait until we finish the meeting. 】

Wen Qing: [You can think about what to eat. 】

Song Qiang: [It doesn't matter if it tastes good or not, as long as you want something expensive]

Xu Fengfeng: [Boss Wen, I have low requirements, just eat something cheap, we won't bring Song Qiang. 】

After these two sentences were sent out, Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng did not send any more messages.

Wen Qing put down the phone, looked up, and saw Io staring straight at him.

Io leaned forward and leaned in front of him, almost touching the tip of his nose: "Is it my turn now?"

The warm breath came towards them, and the two breathed intertwined.

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, feeling that the distance was a bit ambiguous.

He ducked back and pulled away.

Io didn't come closer, but opened his arms and said to Wen Qing, "You hug me."

Wen Qing: "???"

Seeing that he was motionless, Io raised his eyebrows slightly: "You said you wanted to care about me just now."

Wen Qing was silent for a while, and then asked, "Does a hug mean to care about you?"

Io nodded and said without changing his face: "Hugging can make people feel at ease."

Wen Qing pursed her lips, wondering if this sentence is true or not.

The next second, Io hugged him.

Io was much taller than Wen Qing, and he easily hugged the person into his arms, his chin resting on the top of Wen Qing's head.

He closed his eyes and said softly, "Let me hold you for a while."

Wen Qing leaned against his chest, and Io's powerful heartbeat sounded beside his ears.

I don't know why, but I feel really relieved.

"That..." Wen Qing paused and said hesitantly, "Can I ask you a question?"

Io hummed: "What do you want to know?"

Wen Qing opened his mouth and wanted to ask about 001.

After Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the planning book on Io's computer, he didn't dare to ask.

If Io knew 001, if Io had a relationship with 001...

Then the reason why he entered the dungeon may not be as simple as luck.

When the words reached his lips, Wen Qing did not dare to ask.

If Io has a relationship with 001, how should he face Io in the future?

If it doesn't matter, how does he explain 001? Io is not as easy to fool as Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng...

Suddenly, Wen Qing felt that Io lowered his head, his cheeks pressed against his, and his lips brushed against his ear.

The hot breath brushed against his neck, itchy and hot.

Wen lightly shrank his neck and pushed Io away.

Io sat back in the chair, the sweet fragrance still lingering on the tip of his nose, he couldn't help licking his lips, staring at Wen Qing, and asked again: "What do you want to know?"

Wen Qing thought about it and asked casually, "Are you gay?"

Io nodded and shook his head again.

Wen Qing stared at him for a while: "are you bisexual?"

Io: "…"

Wen Qing said straight to the point: "Did you smell me just now?"

Io nodded and said calmly: "You are very fragrant, fragrant and sweet."

Wen Qing lowered her head and smelled it, but felt nothing.

He thought about it and said to Io: "It might be the smell of shower gel."

"You can use my shower gel if you like."

Io: "…"

Wen Qing looked at him and was thinking about whether to directly say that he seems to like boys now, and it is best for the two of them not to have too close contact.

"I…"

Just after saying a word, the phone rang, it was an unfamiliar number.

Wen Qing picked up the phone and heard a sweet female voice: "Is it Mr. Wen?"

Wen responded lightly.

The female voice smiled: "Hello, I am the department manager of Huaguo Industrial and Commercial Bank. I would like to ask if you need to handle the corresponding wealth management business."

"No, thank you." Wen Qing hung up the phone, thinking of the poor student application she submitted at the beginning of school.

He turned to Io and said, "I'm going out first."

Io asked, "Are you going to the bank?"

Wen Qing shook his head: "I need to find a counselor first."

"Okay," Io responded and tapped the keyboard, "I'll think about the world view again."

…

The dormitory area and the teaching area of ​​Nancheng University are separated by a street, and the teaching building of the School of Public Administration is not far away, and it only takes ten minutes.

Wen Qing went straight to the counselor's desk and said softly, "Teacher."

The counselor put down his work, looked up at Wen Qing, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Wen Qing said directly: "Teacher, I want to cancel the application for poor students submitted some time ago."

The counselor was stunned for a moment. He knew Wen Qing's situation and his family was not good, but he had been studying hard and had done many part-time jobs in the school.

He said, "In your situation, it is reasonable to apply for a subsidy for poor students, and it will definitely be approved."

Wen Qing nodded and smiled: "The teacher I know, I don't need it now, let's leave it to other students."

The counselor continued: "No matter what happens in your studies or life, you can come to me."

Wen Qing replied, "Okay, thank you teacher."

The counselor couldn't help looking at him more. He remembered that Wen Qing used to be a shy and introverted character, and he would blush when he talked to the teacher a few more words, but now he seems to have changed.

It was a change for the better. The counselor did not ask him the reason for canceling the application, but printed out a form and handed it to him: "Fill out the form first, and then go to the Academic Affairs Office to find Mr. Chen Jian Chen."

"Okay, thank you teacher."

After filling in the information, Wen Qing ran to the Academic Affairs Office to solve the application of poor students and student loans.

It was already dark when we walked out of the classroom building.

Wen Qing looked up at the gloomy sky for a while, and walked into the snack street on the side.

At a glance, I saw a newly opened shop - a milk tea shop.

Probably because this is not a chain milk tea shop, the front of the shop is very deserted, and no one buys milk tea.

After Wen Qing approached, he saw the only staff member in the store.

It was a girl with a high ponytail. She was lying on a chair eating melon seeds, stuffing them into her mouth one by one, without spitting out the shells of the melon seeds.

Wen Qing watched her finish eating a small packet of melon seeds in two bites, and called out softly, "Excuse me..."

"What?" The girl with a high ponytail sat up impatiently, stunned when she saw Wen Qing's face, then raised a smile and asked with a smile, "What would you like to drink?"

Wen Qing didn't think about it: "A cup of signature milk tea."

"Okay." The girl with a high ponytail quickly washed and wiped her hands, and made milk tea for him herself.

Wen Qing glanced around, but didn't see a second person in the store.

He hesitated and asked, "Are you the boss?"

"No, no," the girl with a high ponytail shook her head, "I'm just a wage earner."

"The boss is chasing someone."

Wen Qing was stunned: "Chasing people?"

The girl with the high ponytail paused and immediately added: "Yes, the debt collector is gone."

"That's it." Wen Qing lowered his eyes, not sounding like 001.

He continued to ask, "When will the boss come over?"

"How dare I ask the whereabouts of that adult." The girl with a high ponytail put the lid on the milk tea, took out a standing sign with a WeChat QR code from under the counter, and just arrived in front of Wen Qing.

"Big, big brother, this is the boss's WeChat, you can add it."

Wen Qing nodded, scanned the code, and applied to be added as a friend.

The other party quickly passed his friend request.

After taking the milk tea, Wen Qing asked, "How much?"

The girl with a high ponytail shook her head and said with a smile, "You don't need money, eldest, eldest brother."

Wen Qing glanced at her more and felt that this girl was a little strange.

Realizing that she was suspected, the girl with a high ponytail quickly put on a standard smile and explained, "New customers and bosses can drink for free on WeChat."

Wen Qing snorted, still feeling a little strange.

Although the new stores near the school often do similar activities, one yuan buys XX, and two yuan buys XX, but it is the first time he encounters those who don't want money.

Holding the milk tea tenderly, he turned around and left after thanking him.

As soon as he left, the two girls from the fruit shop next door immediately walked to the milk tea shop and asked, "Boss, can I add WeChat to drink milk tea for free?"

The smile on the girl's face with high ponytail disappeared, she glanced at them, and quickly put away the WeChat sign: "No."

"The time limit is six o'clock, and now it's gone."

"Ah... well."

"Boss, remember to post this kind of activity in the future, otherwise we won't know."

"I want a cup of signature milk tea."

"Go next door to buy a little bit."

...

Wen Qing did not hear the conversation behind him.

He lowered his head and stared at his boss's WeChat.

The WeChat avatar is blank, and the name is a very strange symbol.

Neither Chinese nor English, Wen Qing had never seen it before and didn't know it.

Click on the circle of friends, a horizontal line.

Nothing.

Wen Qing couldn't see the relationship between this boss and 001 from WeChat.

What should he ask?

After hesitating for a long time, Wen Qing decided to go downstairs to the bedroom.

Anyway, the other party is a stranger. It's best to have a relationship with 001. If it doesn't matter, just delete it.

No one will know anyone from now on.

Wen Qing finished her mental preparation, clicked on the chat dialog, and sent a password.

Wen Qing: [001. 】

The other party replied in seconds: [I am 1. 】

Wen Qing: "…"

After a moment of silence, Wen Qing opened his profile and added him directly to the blacklist.

the other side

Io stared at the chat dialog, seeing Wen Qing's delay in replying, no longer joking, and edited a new message: [It's me. 】

Press the send key and see a red exclamation mark.

[The message has been sent, but it was rejected by the other party. 】