Wen Qing stared blankly at Yio's profile.

The afternoon sun shone on him, as if a faint halo was surrounding 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 spoke in a low voice.

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

Io continued typing: "That's good."

"I came to South City alone and I don't know anyone here. I don't have any friends here, and I thought you despised me."

As he said this, he sighed.

Wen Qing could see that Yiou's words were a bit of a show and a pity, but he just wanted to be soft and not hard, so he had to say to Yiou: "I don't dislike you."

He pursed his lips and began to think back to his past interactions with Io.

The dormitory was rebuilt during his sophomore year, and he and Io had only known each other for two months at most.

Since the start of the school year, Yiou has taken good care of himself. On the other hand, I have been busy with study and part-time job, and have paid little attention to my friends and classmates.

Seeing Wen Qing in a daze, Yiou paused, moved closer to him, and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Wen Qing said truthfully: "I am reflecting."

Io asked, "Reflect on what?"

Wen Qing blinked and said to him, "Reflecting on it, I seem to care less about you."

Hearing this, Io nodded vigorously.

Wen Qing said slowly: "So you should be very bored."

"So please tell me about any phone calls and WeChat messages."

Yio: “…”

After a moment of silence, he simply continued the topic: "So you should pay more attention to me in the future."

Wen nodded lightly, picked up his phone, and opened the dormitory WeChat group.

The handsome guys in 301

Wen Qing: [@徐峰峰@宋强, what time will your meeting end? ]

Xu Fengfeng: [? ? ?]

Song Qiang: [Am I seeing this correctly? ]

Xu Fengfeng: [Wen Qing, why are you asking about this all of a sudden? What happened? ]

Song Qiang: [Did they come looking for you? Do you need us to go back and help you? ]

Wen Qing lowered his head and typed: [No, nothing happened.]

Wen Qing: [I just care about you. ]

When Yiou saw Wen Qing’s phone screen, the smile on his face froze.

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

Song Qiang: [Thank you, Boss Wen. Boss Wen is very generous.]

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

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

Song Qiang: [It doesn’t matter whether it tastes good or not, I just want to eat 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, Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng stopped sending messages.

Wen Qing put down his phone and looked up, only to see Yio staring at him.

Io leaned forward and got in front of him, almost nose to nose. "Is it my turn now?"

A warm breath came towards them, and their breaths intertwined.

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she felt that this distance was a little ambiguous.

He dodged back and kept some distance.

Yiou did not move closer, but opened his arms and said to Wen Qing: "Hold me."

Wen Qing: “???”

Seeing that he didn't move, Yiou raised his eyebrows slightly: "You just said you wanted to care about me."

Wen Qing was silent for a while, then asked, "Does hugging you mean caring about you?"

Io nodded and said calmly, "Hugs can make people feel at ease."

Wen Qing pursed her lips, wondering whether this sentence was true or false.

The next second, Io hugged him.

Yio was much taller than Wen Qing, and he easily held her in his arms, with his chin resting lightly on the top of Wen Qing's head.

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

Wen Qing leaned against his chest, the sound of Io's strong heartbeat in her ears.

I don’t know why, but I feel a little relieved.

"Um..." 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 glancing at the plan on Io's computer, he didn't dare to ask.

If Io knew 001, if Io and 001 were related...

Then the reason why he entered the copy might not be as simple as luck.

When the words came to his lips, Wen Qing didn't dare to ask anymore.

If Io is related to 001, how should he face Io in the future?

If there is no relationship, how can he explain 001? Yiou is not as easy to fool as Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng...

Suddenly, Wen Qing felt Yiou lower his head, his cheek against his, and his lips brushed against his earlobe.

The hot breath brushed across my neck, making it itchy and hot.

Wen shrank his neck slightly and pushed Yiou away.

Yiou sat back in his chair, the sweet fragrance still lingering on 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 for a moment and asked casually, "Are you gay?"

Io nodded, then shook his head.

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

Yio: “…”

Wen Qing simply got straight to the point and asked, "Were you smelling me just now?"

Io nodded and said frankly, "You smell very nice, fragrant and sweet."

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

He thought for a moment and said to Io, "It might be the smell of shower gel."

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

Yio: “…”

Wen Qing looked at him, wondering whether she should just tell him that she seemed to like boys now, and that it would be better for the two of them not to have too close contact.

"I……"

Just after I said a word, my cell phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number.

Wen Qing picked up the phone and heard a sweet female voice: "Excuse me, is this Mr. Wen?"

Wen Qing responded.

The female voice smiled and said, "Hello, I am the department manager of Industrial and Commercial Bank of China. I would like to ask if you need to handle the corresponding financial services."

"No, thank you." Wen Qing hung up the phone and thought of the application for poor students that he submitted at the beginning of the school year.

He turned to Io and said, "I have to go out first."

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

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

"Okay," Io responded, tapping away on the keyboard, "I'll think about the worldview a little more."

…

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

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

The counselor put down the work in his hands, 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 that I submitted some time ago."

The counselor was stunned for a moment. He knew Wen Qing's situation. He came from a poor family, but he had been studying hard and had done a lot of part-time jobs on campus.

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

Wen nodded lightly and smiled, "The teacher I know is not needed now, so 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 responded: "Okay, thank you teacher."

The counselor couldn't help but look at him twice more. He remembered that Wen Qing used to be a shy and introverted person. He would blush if he talked to the teacher for a few more words. Now he seemed like a different person.

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

"Okay, thank you, teacher."

After filling out the information, Wen Qing ran to the Academic Affairs Office to handle the application and student loan for poor students.

It was already dark when I walked out of the teaching building.

Wen Qing looked up at the dark sky for a while, then walked into the snack street nearby.

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

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

Wen Qing walked closer and saw the only staff member in the store.

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

Wen Qing watched her finish a small bag of melon seeds in two bites, and gently called out: "Excuse me..."

"What?" The girl with a high ponytail sat up impatiently. When she saw Wen Qing's face, she was stunned for a moment, then smiled and asked, "What would you like to drink?"

Wen Qing said without hesitation: "A cup of signature milk tea."

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

Wen Qing glanced around and didn't see anyone else in the store.

He asked hesitantly, "Excuse me, are you the boss?"

“No, no, no,” the girl with a high ponytail shook her head, “I’m just a worker.”

"The boss is chasing someone."

Wen Qing was stunned: "Chasing someone?"

The girl with a high ponytail paused and immediately added, "Yes, I went to chase the debtor."

"Is that so?" Wen Qing lowered his eyes. He didn't sound like 001.

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

"How dare I ask about that adult's whereabouts." The girl with a high ponytail closed the lid of her milk tea, took out a stand with a WeChat QR code from under the counter, and just walked in front of Wen Qing.

"Brother, this is the boss's WeChat, you can add him."

Wen nodded lightly, scanned the code, and applied to add a friend.

The other party approved his friend request in seconds.

Wen Qing took the milk tea and asked, "How much?"

The girl with a high ponytail shook her head and said with a smile, "It's free, big brother."

Wen Qing looked at her twice and felt that this girl was a little strange.

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

Wen Qing said "oh", still feeling a little strange.

Although new stores near the school often hold similar activities, such as buying XX for one yuan or buying XX for two yuan, this is the first time he has encountered one for free.

She took the milk tea tenderly, thanked him and left.

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

The smile on the ponytailed girl's face disappeared. She glanced at them and quickly put away her WeChat sign: "No."

"The time limit is until six o'clock, and now there are no more."

"Ah... okay."

"Boss, if there are any activities like this in the future, please remember to post them, otherwise we won't know about them."

"I want a cup of signature milk tea."

“Go next door and buy a little bit.”

…………

Wen Qing didn't 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.

It was neither Chinese nor English. Wen Qing had never seen it before and didn't recognize it.

Click on the Moments and see a horizontal line.

Nothing.

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

How should he ask?

After hesitating for a long time, Wen Qing finally decided to come down after walking downstairs to the dormitory.

Anyway, the other person is a stranger, and it would be best if he is related to 001. If not, just delete him.

No one will know each other from now on.

After Wen Qing prepared himself mentally, he opened the chat box and sent the code.

Wen Qing: [001.]

The other party replied immediately: [I am 1. ]

Wen Qing: “…”

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

The other side

Yiou stared at the chat box. Seeing that Wen Qing hadn't replied yet, he stopped joking and edited a new message: [It's me. ]

Press the send button and see a red exclamation mark.

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