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Wen Ci’s eyes widened: “Jiang Yufeng, this is the first time I’ve really gotten to know you. So you’re actually this kind of person.”

Jiang Yufeng: “We can cry together.”

Wen Ci imagined the scene of them hugging and crying together, finding it incredibly funny.

“I can’t picture it.”

Jiang Yufeng: “It’s not about imagining, it’s about doing.”

Jiang Yufeng: “For example, you might cry and ask me to be rougher, and I would ask you not to be so nervous.”

“…………”

Wen Ci was momentarily speechless. He thought for a moment, then gave Jiang Yufeng a warning, slowly saying: “I’m only seventeen this year.”

Jiang Yufeng raised his eyebrows, looked down at him, breathed slowly, and waited for the rest.

Wen Ci said: “The age on my ID card has been changed. The management used to be very chaotic and not strict, just verbal records. My mom didn’t know my exact date and time of birth. She wanted me to start school early, so I’m younger than my classmates.”

Jiang Yufeng’s steps paused: “So you’re not eighteen until next year, still a minor?”

“Yeah.” Wen Ci clutched the strap of his school bag, nervously saying: “I’ve tried once.”

Jiang Yufeng leaned in a bit, his lowered voice very sexy: “Tried what?”

Their heads were almost touching, and at this moment, it was the peak of the class crowd. People coming and going kept looking at them, thinking that these two were so affectionate even on the way to class.

“Putting it in…” Wen Ci was saying this for the first time to someone, “Two fingers.”

Jiang Yufeng glanced at him expressionlessly: “Yours or mine.”

“Mine!” Wen Ci looked at him irritably.

Jiang Yufeng looked down and repeated: “So you’re still a minor now.”

“Pretty much.” Wen Ci felt he was no different from eighteen, anyway, the year on his ID card made him an adult.

Jiang Yufeng suddenly felt a bit shocked: “……”

After Wen Ci spoke, he didn’t want to talk to him anymore. He looked up and saw Cheng He following behind. The class of the neighboring class was in the same teaching building today.

Cheng He walked up to them with a serious face: “I’ve heard before that you two are together, I didn’t quite believe it, but now I do.”

Wen Ci blinked, he reacted for a moment, remembering that Cheng He seemed to have a crush on him before, and Jiang Yufeng and Cheng He were good friends… Did he become the troublemaker between brothers???

Not really, he liked Jiang Yufeng first.

Jiang Yufeng frowned slightly: “Is your phone 3G surfing?”

“……” Cheng He hummed, and began to question: “Why didn’t you tell me you were together, especially you, Jiang Yufeng!”

Jiang Yufeng: “I’ll compensate you.”

Cheng He: “What?”

Wen Ci shrugged his shoulders slightly and edged closer to Jiang Yufeng, not knowing why he felt the atmosphere was a bit strange.

He just hoped that Cheng He and Jiang Yufeng wouldn’t argue.

Jiang Yufeng said: “You’ll sit at the main table when we get married in the future.”

Cheng He: “……”

Wen Ci: “?”

After scaring Cheng He out of his wits, Wen Ci suddenly felt that his acceptance ability seemed to have improved a lot.

“What marriage, you’re talking too far ahead.”

“You’re not of marriageable age yet, don’t rush.”

“……Not rushing.”

Entering the classroom, putting down the school bag, taking out the books, Wen Ci suddenly said: “I was just afraid that Cheng He would be fierce to you.”

“It’s okay, he can’t beat me.”

Wen Ci remembered the force with which he closed the door: “I know, you’re very strong, right.”

Jiang Yufeng: “I can lift you with one hand, do you want to try?”

“Ah?” Wen Ci looked at the surrounding environment, “In public, let’s not, I know you’re very capable.”

Wen Ci said with wide eyes: “I used to be easily bullied by classmates. If I had known you back then, I definitely wouldn’t have had such a miserable time.”

Jiang Yufeng rarely said comforting words.

He was concise: “I will protect you, don’t be afraid.”

“You’re so nice.”

Wen Ci had chatted a little with this “senior” about those words.

Jiang Yufeng thought for a moment, and comforted again: “I will be good to you.”

Wen Ci laughed: “I’m fine now.”

During this period, because there were too many assignments, Wen Ci would go to the library whenever he had time, and study late into the night with a night light. Jiang Yufeng didn’t always have the time to accompany him, as the project he was working on with Yu Bin was still ongoing.

Time flew by, and before he knew it, the school sports meeting had started. The physical education committee had previously organized the design of class uniforms with great enthusiasm, but after the opening ceremony, few people wore them.

In the afternoon’s competitions, there were high jump, javelin throw, long jump, and a 200-meter relay. The physical education committee organized the participants to warm up.

Wen Ci didn’t really want to run, but in order to fit in, he still followed a group of people and ran one and a half laps.

After such a set of operations, his whole body was soaked with sweat. Wen Ci couldn’t bear it and started to take off his coat. Jiang Yufeng took it and draped it on his arm, very considerate: “Let’s go for a walk and drink some water.”

Wen Ci drank some water, fanned himself with his palm, and walked while panting: “So tired, I haven’t run for a long time, I’m going to die.”

At the beginning of the school year, Wen Ci ran a kilometer without changing his expression; by the end of the year, he was a crispy college student.

He felt like eating crispy pork belly.

Although they stipulated that freshmen had to run a certain number of kilometers to pass physical education, but, this could actually be cheated.

But Wen Ci usually put all his mind on art, always using a pen or a knife to sharpen a pencil, transforming himself from a science student to an art student.

A1-4 paper was bought every day, a drawing board was needed, watercolor paper was needed, marker pens and colored pencils were needed, T-square was needed, everything was needed, and it was very expensive.

He didn’t earn anything, but first paid to go to school.

Jiang Yufeng watched him lift his clothes to blow wind, the not yet dry sweat covered on the fair little belly, reflecting a watery luster in the sunlight, crystal clear and bright.

Jiang Yufeng’s gaze was deep, the hot line of sight almost burned a hole in Wen Ci: “Do you want to take off your clothes.”

Wen Ci: “?”

“You’re a guy, what’s the big deal.”

“There are many male homosexuals here, I don’t want to.”

Jiang Yufeng laughed: “Also, you should guard against me now.”

Wen Ci immediately put down his clothes vigilantly, but it was so hot. Why was the sun so big today, not like winter at all? Wen Ci was inwardly wailing.

Jiang Yufeng’s palm was slightly cool and dry, lightly patting Wen Ci’s back: “Are you still very hot? Why don’t you say something else to distract yourself? Sometimes the more you think about how hot you are, the hotter your body will become.”

Wen Ci: “What to say?”

“Say something from the heart.”

Wen Ci was stunned: “Your current heartfelt words.”

“Hmm.” Jiang Yufeng looked into the distance, his gaze far-reaching, his figure upright, like a poet, “After exercising, your body will heat up, and a certain place will be even hotter.”

“…………”

Wen Ci felt even hotter all over: “I’m even hotter now.”

Jiang Yufeng spoke lightly: “I haven’t finished speaking yet.”

Jiang Yufeng said slowly and deliberately: “I want to make love.”

Wen Ci’s vision went black: “……I don’t want to hear the word ‘make love’ from your mouth.”

“Making hate is also possible.”

“……”

“You look very excited, but you have a competition later.” Jiang Yufeng’s tone was regretful.

“……No.” The weak string in Wen Ci’s mind was on the verge of breaking.

Wen Ci was teased by him until he was hot all over, but he couldn’t do anything. He panted in a bad temper and didn’t want to say another word.

The competition was about to start, and the two of them walked back.

Jiang Yufeng wiped the sweat on his forehead with a tissue.

“Are you still sweating?”

Wen Ci glanced at him: “Yeah… a lot of sweat, can’t wipe it all off.”

Jiang Yufeng thought for a moment: “Then if you still hurt, it’s because you didn’t use the right technique.”

“…………”

Jiang Yufeng gave him a thumbs-up: “Do you want to try with my fingers?”

Wen Ci covered his ears and screamed as he ran away.

Jiang Yufeng slowly followed behind, watching Wen Ci catch his breath: “Scared me into a cold sweat.”

“Cold sweat, cold sweat, are you not that hot anymore?”

“……”

Save me, what a cold joke.

The broadcast started calling people.

Jiang Yufeng accompanied Wen Ci to check in, waiting beside him, and suddenly heard the subconscious slowing of steps behind him. He turned around.

He saw Yun Anhe, who looked very suspicious, standing still. He gave up: “Damn it, you’re too sensitive.”

Even if A University didn’t hold a sports meeting, people could come and go freely. Moreover, there was an activity now. Yun Anhe first went to the community and found no one, so he came to look for him.

Jiang Yufeng had outstanding figure and appearance. Even if he was dressed simply, it was easy to find him.

“I came to deliver documents to you. I found you weren’t there. Didn’t you say you weren’t participating in the sports? It’s the weekend and you don’t go home. I’m not used to it.” For a while, Jiang Yufeng was always off-campus, and it was very convenient for Yun Anhe to harass him from time to time. Since he moved back to the dormitory, Yun Anhe felt empty.

Moreover, he could be considered as someone who knew Jiang Yufeng quite well. Jiang Yufeng had both a cleanliness obsession and a compulsion disorder; he was full of quirks. He couldn’t share his room, had a multitude of favorite things, although none of them were long-lasting.

A person like this, who actually agreed to move back to the dormitory to live a collective life, seemed like he had a brain spasm.

Because of Wen Ci?

This didn’t seem like Jiang Yufeng’s style either.

Yun Anhe teased him: “I’m almost not used to it. You probably haven’t been alone for a long time. How is it living back in the dormitory? You finally look like a normal college student. Is it because of Wen Ci’s influence?”

Jiang Yufeng breathed lightly: “You have too many things.”

Yun Anhe was like an older brother from next door, and he smiled brightly: “You kid, are you shy?”

Jiang Yufeng shook off his hand on his shoulder: “Nervous.”

“……”

Yun Anhe didn’t speak, and accompanied him to watch Wen Ci lining up in front. Wen Ci was not the first time to participate in the sports meeting, but the university was different from high school. It seemed more lively, and there were also many tourists from outside.

Wen Ci looked around curiously, and when lining up, he was like a child with ADHD.

Yun Anhe smiled, and he suddenly thought of something: “You guys are still ambiguous and not together?”

Jiang Yufeng frowned: “You’re so annoying.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Yufeng laughed: “This is Wen Ci’s catchphrase.”

“Of course, there are also, I’m so annoyed with you, you’re really annoying, I’ll bite you to death, many many, very lovely.”

“……”

Yun Anhe: No, I’m asking, why did you suddenly show off.

Given that Jiang Yufeng had no romantic experience at all, Yun Anhe, the senior, was so worried: “It’s like this, if you determine the relationship, let me know. My mother-in-law has been paying attention to your love life recently.”

Jiang Yufeng: “Got it.”

Wen Ci finished the check-in, jumped out of the line, and saw Jiang Yufeng over there, waving to him, with a bright smile on his face.

Jiang Yufeng lowered his eyes, walked over, Yun Anhe paused for a moment, and also followed the steps.

Wen Ci was wearing a tracksuit, long-sleeved and long-legged, because it was very cold now. He pointed to the long jump venue: “I’ll go to the line later, you can walk around by yourself, no need to wait for me.”

Jiang Yufeng: “It’s okay, I want to watch you.”

Wen Ci: “Oh.”

After saying “oh”, Wen Ci looked at Yun Anhe’s smiling face and said: “You watching from the side makes me nervous.”

Jiang Yufeng was accommodating: “Then I’ll stay a little farther away so you can’t see me.”

Wen Ci pursed his lips: “Don’t say encouraging words to me, it will put pressure on me.”

“I won’t say.”

“What if I’m at the bottom of the ranking.”

“I’ll take you out for a good meal.”

With the prospect of good food, Wen Ci readily agreed: “Okay, we can go Dutch!”

Jiang Yufeng smiled: “That’s very polite, I’ll deduct it from my account.”

“…………”

Yun Anhe was bewildered: What are they talking about, I don’t understand a word.

Wen Ci exclaimed: “The account of 250 must have been deducted long ago, you always treat me to meals.”

“There are so many 250s in this world, how could they be deducted completely.”

“……”

Wen Ci walked to the side of the sandpit to line up. He had participated in sports competitions before, and every time he was very nervous, and once nervous, he was prone to mistakes.

He glanced around and saw Jiang Yufeng standing at the back of the spectator area, staring at himself, with a calm and indifferent expression as always.

Wen Ci’s Adam’s apple rolled.

He became even more nervous.

There were only two people left before it was Wen Ci’s turn. He exhaled a puff of white fog and warmed up his legs and feet.

He looked at the position just now again, Jiang Yufeng’s expression had not changed at all. The warm sunlight cast a shadow on his eyebrows and eyes, as restrained as a sword being sheathed. Maybe it was because of the distance, Wen Ci felt that he was not so cold.

One person left.

Wen Ci took a step forward.

Jiang Yufeng also walked up, standing on the same horizontal line with him.

The next second, Jiang Yufeng pointed to himself, and then pointed to the empty lawn outside, meaning, should I leave?

Wen Ci changed his mind and shook his head.

Jiang Yufeng walked away without looking back.

“?”

It was Wen Ci’s turn. He saw the volunteers tidying up the surface of the sandpit and began to prepare. As he looked up, he saw Jiang Yufeng standing straight in the spectator area opposite the sandpit.

Wen Ci: “…………”

Wen Ci swung his arm and jumped with all his might. He overused his strength and leaned forward, and then knelt down in front with a slap.

Jiang Yufeng instinctively reached out, but then saw that the referee was measuring the distance and could not interfere with the competition.

A distance of two meters and one centimeter.

Wen Ci clapped the sand off his hands: “……It seems that I am going to be at the bottom.”

Jiang Yufeng looked at his palms and saw many sand marks: “It doesn’t matter, participation is what matters.”

Yun Anhe was just there to have fun and to check on Jiang Yufeng’s love situation: “That’s right, my performance in the school sports meeting is not good, but I can get credits.”

Wen Ci laughed: “That’s right!”

There was basically no more business for Wen Ci and Jiang Yufeng in the school sports meeting, but as roommates, Wen Ci friendly visited Lu Xuesong’s 200-meter relay and Tao Peng’s high jump.

Tao Peng got a ranking, second place.

Lu Xuesong was in a team competition, and someone fell halfway, just missed it, did not get into the top three, got fourth, the results were all better than him.

After the competition, Lu Xuesong accompanied Tao Peng and a group of ball friends to have dinner, Wen Ci did not participate, followed Yun Anhe and Jiang Yufeng to have dinner.

After eating, Wen Ci followed Jiang Yufeng back, the reason was very simple, it was closer to go back here, Wen Ci was exhausted.

Before reaching the door, Jing Si heard the noise and came out from the door, greeted each other: “Wen Ci, you haven’t been here for a long time.”

Wen Ci first smelled the strong smell of lemon cream in his room, and then saw Jing Si himself: “Too much homework… so I’ve been in the dormitory.”

Jing Si smiled: “Have you eaten? I also made a cake, do you want to come together?”

Wen Ci thought for a moment in his heart, it was baking, he was quite interested, but last time Jiang Yufeng said not to give Jing Si any thoughts, what thoughts, does it count now?

Wen Ci usually refused people very thoroughly, but he didn’t know if this was giving people hope…

He looked at Jiang Yufeng, his eyes seeking help like a small animal.

Jiang Yufeng’s lips were slightly pursed, his eyes were covered by the light on the top of his head, a cool expression, a gentle tone: “Go ahead.”

Wen Ci entered Jing Si’s house, and Jiang Yufeng went back by himself.

Jing Si put an apron on Wen Ci: “I’m still beating the cream, use this to stir, it’s more convenient and won’t hurt your wrists.”

Wen Ci: “Wow, I’ve seen it on TV, let me try.”

Jing Si looked at him and smiled: “I’m going through the divorce procedures recently, and I might have to go to court later.”

“Then you should find a good lawyer.”

“Yeah, come often in the future.” Jing Si wanted to say something, but finally changed his words.

“Sure, sure.” Wen Ci secretly took a bite of cream.

Jiang Yufeng was holding a laptop at night, thinking whether to go to the study or sit in the living room. What if Wen Ci came back and didn’t see him…

Jiang Yufeng sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and leaned on the laptop with the laptop. He turned on the computer, opened the drawings, the drawings were opened incorrectly, changed one, the drawings were deleted and thrown into the recycle bin, and then pulled back.

Turn on CAD, error, open the plug-in, correct.

Draw the drawings according to the modeling diagram, should the model be in 3dmax or su, forgot, seems to have both.

Why is the line crooked, didn’t turn on F8, what is the shortcut key for the arc, forgot, draw randomly.

The proportion is not right, one to one hundred or one to fifty, whatever.

Jiang Yufeng’s eyelids were slightly lowered, his long and thick eyelashes casting a shadow as he worked with great concentration.

Half a minute later, Jiang Yufeng got up to make coffee, grinding coffee beans, watching the coffee machine running, his mind was steady, still that calm and composed look, just seemed to be thinking deeply.

When he turned to get the spoon, there was a folding chair in the middle of the living room. Jiang Yufeng kicked it away expressionlessly, who put it there.

Wen Ci put it there, Jiang Yufeng bent down and folded the chair and put it in the corner again.

The coffee was brewed for a long time, and finally it was ready. Jiang Yufeng looked at the time, it wasn’t long, and there was no movement on the opposite side at all.

Jiang Yufeng slightly closed his eyes, the coffee smelled very bitter, no sugar was added, it was too bitter.

He closed the laptop, realizing his abnormality.

The last time he was this restless was probably when he received Zhao Shuran’s health check report. He wanted to vent, but after seeing Zhao Shuran’s smiling face, he miraculously calmed down again.

During that period, he could hardly bear it if he couldn’t see Zhao Shuran, always thinking of a possibility that Zhao Shuran might die without his knowledge.

Because his life had been too repressive, Jiang Yufeng tried to control his emotions as much as possible, and was unwilling to show any painful, anxious, or worrying expressions in front of Zhao Shuran.

The things he liked and was interested in were just to find pleasure from them. At first, sex was the greatest pleasure, and self-sufficiency brought great comfort. Later, he wanted to be more comfortable, but he really couldn’t arouse any interest in others, so he suppressed sex.

People around him said he was fickle, which was exactly right. He liked new things, and fresh things could bring temporary happiness, but it was easy to get tired of them.

Jiang Yufeng thought he was quite sick, but he didn’t plan to make any changes, because he also enjoyed it occasionally.

It was very comfortable to hug with Wen Ci, very refreshing to sleep in the same bed with him, and his scalp would explode when kissing with him.

Now staying with him, doing nothing, he also felt very refreshed.

Jiang Yufeng sat alone on the sofa, slightly held his breath, tension and discomfort mixed in his blood like stirring mud, flowing quickly and impacting quickly, gradually becoming unbearable.

Who did Wen Ci contact with Jing Si.

Jing Si was a good person, yeah, a good person, had a daughter, his body structure was different from ordinary people, and he liked different things, but he was still a good person, and he could even make cakes that Wen Ci liked.

His cooking skills still need to be improved. The taste is normal, but it is not as good as outside. Wen Ci should only like it generally.

Jing Si used to run a bakery, so the cakes made by Jing Si are more delicious than his.

More delicious than him.

More delicious.

Wen Ci likes the cakes made by Jing Si more, which is also normal.

But it is not normal for Wen Ci to like it, not normal at all.

Jiang Yufeng lowered his eyes and flattened the computer. His elbows rested on his thighs, his hands interlocked, and the force was so strong that the veins protruded. This posture made all his muscles tense and creak.

“Hey, hey, hey, let me do it, it’s very hot.” Jing Si took the cake batter out of the oven with gloves on.

Wen Ci touched the two gloves together: “I’m wearing them too…”

Jing Si smiled: “I’m afraid you’ll get burned, and it won’t be good if your roommate finds out.”

Wen Ci: “……”

The doorbell rang at this time, and the two went to open the door together, only to find Jiang Yufeng outside.

Wen Ci opened the door: “Why did you come?”

Jiang Yufeng smiled: “I want to join you to make cakes.”

Jing Si was still a bit afraid of him, and his eyes dodged, “Then I’ll go get some tools, it won’t be enough for one more person.”

After Jing Si ran away, Jing Yuan also followed up.

Wen Ci tilted his head in confusion: “If you want to eat, I can bring it to you later, suddenly coming over is scary.”

He didn’t hear a response, and there was some flour on the side of Wen Ci’s cheek: “Why don’t you speak.”

“Get closer.”

Wen Ci approached unconsciously, his shoulder almost touching his arm: “You look strange, are you in a bad mood…”

Jiang Yufeng’s face was calm, and his heart sighed inwardly, the greedy and full of desire heart was instantly satisfied.