do?

Sheng Yan, who had always considered himself to be straightforward in everything, was slightly taken aback.

He never imagined that this word would have anything to do with him.

Then he realized that the question was problematic, and retorted to Wu Shan in an annoyed tone, "What does my friend's matter have to do with me?"

Wu Shan was used to this kind of fabricated friendship and didn't bother arguing with him: "Fine, it's your problem with your friend. Then let me ask you, are you a true friend or not?"

Sheng Yan tentatively asked, "Shall we do it?"

Without a second thought, Wu Shan replied, "Aren't we going to do it?"

Sheng Yan: "..."

Seeing his half-understood expression, Wu Shan decided to have a serious talk with him: "Look, you've already referred to the other person as your future romantic partner, which means you want to be with them. So why are you undecided about the relationship and want to take it slow? Isn't it because you feel safe and comfortable in this ambiguous state, knowing that the other person will always treat you well, so you don't want to step out of your comfort zone? But when the other person actually takes it slow, you start to feel insecure and anxious. Isn't that just being dramatic?"

Pointing to the pile of bags and packages, she said, "Look at all this stuff. They're so good to you. You're just taking advantage of their affection for you. If it were someone you weren't so sure about, I'd like to see if you'd still dare to say 'let's take it slow.'"

Sheng Yan didn't know if he would dare to suggest slowing down if it were someone else, but the reason he acted so freely in front of Qin Zigui seemed to be because he subconsciously knew that no matter what he did or how much trouble he caused, Qin Zigui would give in to him and indulge him, so he felt that maintaining the current state was not bad.

"But have you ever thought about how she feels?" Wu Shan asked. "You've been stringing her along like this. Isn't it hard for her to like you? Doesn't she feel anxious and insecure? I think this girl is really good to you. You should cherish her, or you might drive her away."

"You're the one who ran away, don't jinx it." Sheng Yan couldn't stand such unlucky words, so he picked up his things and turned to leave.

Wu Shan caught up from behind, casually hooking his arm around Yan's shoulder, adopting an air of experience: "Let me tell you, Yan, you might not like hearing this, but it's the truth. In this situation, you don't need to coax him. Just be clear and make things clear, establish the relationship, and let the other person feel your feelings. Otherwise, if something goes wrong later, you'll regret it. Besides, we can't be scumbags just because we're tall, handsome, and rich, right?"

"Who's the scumbag... No, what does this have to do with me? I already said he's my friend." Sheng Yan angrily shook Wu Shan's hand off his shoulder and walked away quickly.

Wu Shan, however, stubbornly insisted on putting his arm around him. Not only that, but he also kept nagging him with examples to prove that men must have courage and responsibility in love, otherwise it will be too late when they lose their loved ones.

Sheng Yan was tired of hearing it all the way, but he couldn't shake it off. When he got to the dormitory, he hid on the balcony, pushed him out, and locked the door from the inside. Only then did he finally get some peace and quiet.

Then he looked down and took out his phone, only to find that the messages Qin Zigui had replied to earlier had popped up one by one.

Interspersed among them were messages from the "Wish Come True" app: [Wish Approved, Task: Successfully Passed the Trial]

This wish was actually approved and fulfilled.

Sheng Yan has never been able to find any of the little gadgets he's lost since he was a child, so the app that he had initially thought was unreliable suddenly became reliable again.

But no matter what role the app played, it was ultimately Qin Zigui who helped him find his way back.

I don't know where I found it.

Thinking of what Wu Shan had just said, Sheng Yan tapped the edge of his phone with his fingertip, but ultimately did not reply to the WeChat message. Instead, he dialed Qin Zigui's number directly.

This time, the other end answered quickly: "Hey, Ayan, what's up?"

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Sheng Yan's heart, which had been inexplicably hanging in suspense, finally settled down.

As expected, Qin Zigui wouldn't run away.

He looked down and tugged at the leaves of a potted plant on the balcony: "Nothing, I just wanted to ask if you came to deliver something to me earlier."

"Yes. I was afraid you'd be anxious, so I brought the necklace to you first." Qin Zigui sensed that Sheng Yan was just making small talk, but she didn't call him out on it.

Sheng Yan continued to tug at Ye Zi: "So where did you find it?"

"I called the KTV, and their staff found it and put it away." Qin Zigui said casually, as if finding it was really easy, but his voice revealed a subtle weariness.

Sheng Yan keenly noticed and asked, "Qin Zigui, are you feeling unwell?"

"No, I'm just a little sleepy." Qin Zigui chuckled. "After all, I didn't sleep well last night, as you know."

A soft, low laugh, tinged with ambiguity, landed beside Sheng Yan's ear. Sheng Yan, who had been worried, was immediately distracted. His ears turned red, and he muttered, "How would I know if you slept well or not? I didn't stop you from sleeping."

After saying this, Sheng Yan felt a little heartless.

He drank too much yesterday, and after feeling good, he fell asleep immediately. But how did he manage to clean up the soiled sheets and clothes, and how did he manage to get himself clean while drunk? It's obvious even to the tip of my tongue.

Sheng Yan thought about it and realized that he had indeed been spoiled by Qin Zigui a bit too much. He then plucked a leaf and said somewhat awkwardly, "Well, I won't be around for a while anyway, so you should sleep more and go to bed early."

"Hmm," Qin Zigui replied, "I'm getting ready to sleep, but I'm not quite used to it yet."

Sheng Yan didn't understand: "What are you not used to?"

"I'm not used to not having my puppy rubbing against me when I'm sleeping."

"?" Sheng Yan first thought about when his family had gotten a dog, and after realizing that Qin Zigui was referring to himself as the dog, Sheng Yan, who had been gentle for a full minute, finally couldn't help but explode again, "Qin Zigui! Do you want to be beaten up?!"

Hearing the familiar, irritated voice, Qin Zigui seemed to finally feel much better, and chuckled softly, "Yeah, you deserve a beating, so when are you coming back to beat me up? I haven't seen you for half a day, I've missed you a bit."

Sheng Yan, who was still fuming, softened up after hearing this.

What happened to the aloof childhood friend? How come he's getting better and better at flirting?

But actually, Sheng Yan also missed Qin Zigui a little. It wasn't that he missed her because they hadn't seen each other for a long time, but he was used to fighting and arguing with Qin Zigui every day. Today, he could only call her, and he felt like something was missing.

He bent down and plucked a leaf: "At least a month, at the latest until the competition ends in September."

"Can't we go home halfway?" Qin Zigui asked.

Sheng Yan stubbornly replied, "Yeah, the training is very demanding, I don't have time to go back."

Qin Zigui on the other end of the phone didn't say anything, just nodded: "Okay, then train hard."

In fact, Sheng Yan had already told Coach Li before the trial that he would take a day off to go home after training on the 7th, but he wanted to give Qin Zigui a surprise and use a strategy of building suspense before revealing his true intentions, so he did not plan to tell him for the time being.

After saying he wasn't going back, Qin Zigui didn't react at all, which made Sheng Yan unhappy.

How could Qin Zigui not be angry? He was furious that she didn't go back to celebrate his birthday. How could he not be angry about such an outrageous act?

Qin Zigui wasn't angry, but Sheng Yan suddenly became angry: "I haven't been back for so long and you haven't done anything about it? Aren't you disappointed that I can't celebrate your birthday?"

Qin Zigui had long since guessed Sheng Yan's thoughts, but he didn't expect him to be so impatient, so he just smiled and said, "Didn't you already celebrate my birthday and give me a birthday present?"

They even brought up that gift-giving thing!

Sheng Yan was forced to recall his embarrassing incident again, and said in shame and indignation, "I already said that the drunken incident doesn't count, and the gift I prepared for you isn't that!"

"Well, which one did you prepare?" Qin Zigui asked.

Realizing he had almost let slip his surprise, Sheng Yan quickly covered it up, saying, "It's nothing, just a little thing I bought on Taobao for a few dozen yuan. Oh well, I'm hanging up now, I'm going to take a shower."

Sheng Yan was about to hang up the phone in a hurry when he finished speaking.

Suddenly, someone on the other end of the phone called out, "Ayan."

It was called very softly, yet it seemed to contain a lot of meaning.

Sheng Yan paused slightly, then said in a low voice, "Yes, what's wrong?"

"Nothing much, I just think it sounds nice to call you Ayan, and it makes me feel better if I call you that a few times. So why don't you call me Brother Zigui a few times too?" Qin Zigui's voice was low and soft with a smile, just like when he usually teased Sheng Yan.

Sheng Yan couldn't stand his flirting at all, and hurriedly threw him away: "Stop flirting all day long, go to sleep early, I'll beat you up when I get back, goodnight."

He hurriedly hung up the phone.

After hanging up, I don't know why, but I felt a little panicked and wanted to call back.

But when I called back, I didn't know what to say, so I just held my phone and turned away.

He turned around and saw a huge face pressed against the balcony glass, which startled him: "Holy crap, Wu Shan, are you crazy?"

Wu Shan grinned lewdly: "Hehe, Brother Yan, talking on the phone with your girlfriend, huh?"

"No," Sheng Yan replied decisively.

Because he's my boyfriend.

Wu Shan, however, thought he was just being stubborn and pursed his lips: "Judging from your shy look, you're obviously on the phone with your boyfriend. Don't try to fool me. But I overheard a few words earlier. You said you weren't going back. What's going on? You're not being difficult again, are you?"

Its ears are quite pointed.

Sheng Yan knew that Wu Shan meant no harm and wasn't angry. He simply picked up his toiletries and replied, "Nothing's wrong. It's just that his birthday is in a few days, and I'm planning to give him a surprise."

"Oh, that's more like it." Wu Shan finally felt relieved. "But aren't you worried that he might not be prepared and when you go to celebrate his birthday, you'll find out he's celebrated with someone else?"

"Impossible." Sheng Yan was very confident.

Qin Zigui's social circle is frighteningly thin; apart from his own family and his maternal grandmother's family, I'm sure I can catch him red-handed when I go back.

Wu Shan assumed that he had his own plans and asked, "What kind of gift did you prepare? Please don't give me one of those ugly, straight-man gifts that would make any girl jealous."

As Wu Shan asked this question, Sheng Yan's hand happened to be on a mysterious pink bag in his schoolbag. Upon hearing this, he seemed to have been hit in the knee by an arrow and paused awkwardly.

Wu Shan raised an eyebrow: "Seriously, Brother Yan? You're a rich kid, after all. If you really can't afford it, just buy the most expensive thing. Don't send any weird or strange gifts. It's better not to send anything at all."

"Mind your own business, I know what I'm doing." Sheng Yan, feeling very guilty, quickly stuffed the pink bag into the washbasin, then turned and went into the bathroom.

After quickly closing the door, she pulled over a small stool from the bathroom and sat down before carefully opening the pink bag. She took out a clump of green and a clump of brownish-red objects, along with a pile of loose wool and a needle.

After examining it for a long time, Sheng Yan felt that his craftsmanship was not bad, but he was not quite sure whether it could be considered one of those extremely ugly gifts for straight men.

After a brief moment of hesitation, he opened the bathroom door and asked solemnly, "Wu Shan, what do you think of this?"

Wu Shan was taking off his clothes when he heard the sound and turned around. His eyes widened instantly: "Holy crap, Brother Yan, this green ball and this brown pig look so bizarre!"

Sheng Yan, who just wanted to personally make a little prince and a little fox for Qin Zigui: "..."

Three seconds later, the bathroom door slammed shut.

Stupid straight man!

I simply can't keep up with their gay aesthetic!

Sheng Yanyan looked angrily at the wool felt in his hand; it was clearly very beautiful.