Ruan Mian: “…………”
At this moment, Ruan Mian clearly heard an electronic sound in his mind -
Beep - good impression, -10 points! !
His little face suddenly puffed up, and he sat up with a jerk. Without hesitation, he angrily lifted the bed curtain between them, and reached out to grab Bo Yan's quilt without saying a word.
Bo Yan's expressionless face was rarely surprised. He was stunned for two seconds, then subconsciously pressed Ruan Mian's hand and asked him in a low voice, "What's wrong? What do you want to do?"
"How dare you ask me what I want to do?" Ruan Mian was so angry, but worried about disturbing the other two roommates' sleep, so he had to lower his voice and yell at Bo Yan, "Tell me, are you doing this on purpose? How could our cool guy listen to lullabies before going to sleep?! Bo Yan, you are done, I am going to throw you under the bed right now! You will have to sleep on the floor today!"
Ruan Mian himself had absolutely no idea how cute he was when he looked fierce with his eyebrows raised. He also deliberately lowered his voice, making him sound not like a fierce man at all, but more like someone whispering.
Bo Yan remained calm and held his little hand a little tighter.
However, Ruan Mian immediately started struggling again, unwilling to be outdone.
But how could he possibly be stronger than Bo Yan?
Bo Yan added a little more strength and wrapped Ruan Mian's small hand tightly in his palm.
Ruan Mian heard him suddenly laugh and asked in a low voice: "Is that why you're angry?"
Ruan Mian paused as he struggled, snorted coldly, and angrily asked, "Why, can't you be angry about this?!"
"That's not the case," Bo Yan said lightly, "it's just that you pulled my quilt right away, and I was distracted."
Now it was Ruan Mian's turn to be stunned. He blinked blankly, "Want something wrong? What are you thinking about?"
"I want to favor you..." But after saying only three words, Bo Yan stopped again. After a moment, he suddenly turned over and sat up. Through the gap between the two beds, he looked at Ruan Mian, pulled the corners of his lips, and said lightly, "I want to favor you. You don't want to listen to my lullaby, but want me to coax you close to you."
Stick to, coax, you...
After hearing the last four words, Ruan Mian exploded.
What Bo Yan meant by that was that he thought that by pulling his quilt, he was trying to get into his bed and lie down with him? !
Ruan Mian pulled his hand back with a sudden force, gritting his teeth and saying, "You are really thinking too far! You are thinking too far to the moon! Dream on!"
After saying this, Ruan Mian quickly lowered the bed curtain, lay down angrily, and swore that from now on, including the whole day tomorrow, she would not talk to Bo Yan!
But within two seconds, Bo Yan's voice came again, still in a gentle voice, "Cool brother, do you really not want to listen to the lullaby?"
When Ruan Mian first heard the word "cool guy", he felt a little relieved, but then he heard "lullaby", and this relaxation was immediately blocked.
He simply blocked out Bo Yan's voice and did not give any answer.
Just two seconds later, Bo Yan spoke again, his voice seemed to be suppressing a smile, "I was just teasing you, did you really think I was going to sing a lullaby for you? You're a cool guy, of course you want to listen to cool songs."
Bo Yan's last words hit the nail on the head for Ruan Mian. Ruan Mian couldn't help but prick up his ears. He pursed his lips, but still held back and didn't make a sound.
Bo Yan seemed to have expected that he would not answer. He paused for a moment and then continued, "Don't you like Sunset Rollercoaster? Then let's sing the song you recommended to me the other day, Angel Disco Love, okay?"
Ruan Mian widened her eyes, but still insisted on not speaking to Bo Yan. She just took advantage of the fact that Bo Yan couldn't see and nodded vigorously twice, answering in her heart - OK, that's great!
He had just nodded when Bo Yan, as if he had seen it, started singing.
"Angel disco love, Don't wanna stop, keep me on and on, rising, the night has just begun..."
When Bo Yan sang the first note, Ruan Mian subconsciously covered his mouth with his hands, fearing that he would make a sound.
As expected, Bo Yan exists to crush others all the time!
Ruan Mian thought that he must be a good singer, otherwise he wouldn't have taken the initiative to offer to sing a lullaby for her, but she didn't expect that he could sing so well.
The pitch and rhythm were in no way inferior to the original singer, but the tone was his own unique coldness. And probably because he was afraid of waking up his roommate, Bo Yan deliberately lowered his voice. In the quiet night, only one note after another quietly slipped into Ruan Mian's ears. Ruan Mian felt that his body and mind could not stop trembling.
It’s really nice to listen to, very unique, and I like it very much.
In a daze, Ruan Mian thought that it would be better to add the 10 points back to Bo Yan.
Forget it, it’s better to just add 9 points. One more point might make Bo Yan proud!
…………
After singing a song, Bo Yan took a breath and asked softly, "Brother Ku, does it sound good?"
But he waited for a long time and still got no response.
Bo Yan pulled the corner of his lips helplessly, but this time he did not continue to talk to himself. Instead, he reached out and gently lifted a corner of the bed curtain, "You are so angry..."
He wanted to say that he was so angry, but before he could finish his words, he saw the scene on the bed next to him and swallowed the rest of the words back into his throat.
On the bed, Ruan Mian had already closed his eyes, with one hand covering his mouth, as if trying to restrain himself from making any sound. His breathing was even and long, and it was obvious that he was sleeping soundly.
Bo Yan stared at Ruan Mian's sleeping face for a long time. His eyes grew darker and his Adam's apple rolled. After a while, he reached out and gently held Ruan Mian's little hand that was covering his mouth, and put it properly into the quilt. Without stopping, he turned around and climbed down the ladder to get out of bed.
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The next morning, Ruan Mian was woken up by the alarm clock.
He asked for leave yesterday for the live broadcast, and felt bad about it, so he set the alarm to wake up at nine o'clock and prepare to do a live broadcast today to make up for it.
I thought that since it was a rest day today, everyone would definitely sleep in, but when Ruan Mian put on her clothes and climbed out of bed in a daze, she found that Zhang Tao and Gu Mengping were both sitting downstairs.
Ruan Mian woke up instantly and asked in surprise: "Why are you all up so early? Aren't you sleepy?"
"I'm used to waking up for military training," Zhang Tao dragged a chair over to chat, sighing, "I've been doing this for two days in a row. I don't even need an alarm clock when it's 6:30. I wake up on my own!"
"Me too," Gu Mengping also sighed and continued, "The human biological clock is really powerful."
Ruan Mian rubbed his sleepy eyes, yawned slightly, and then said weakly: "Really? Then my biological clock may have run away from home."
Otherwise, why would he be woken up by the alarm clock at nine o'clock and still be so sleepy!
Zhang Tao and Gu Mengping were both happy.
Thinking of something, Ruan Mian suddenly turned his head to look at Bo Yan's bed, but found that there was no one on the bed and the quilt had been neatly folded.
"Looking for Xiaobo?" Zhang Tao asked casually, and then answered directly, "He went to buy breakfast. He has been gone for a quarter of an hour. He should be back soon."
Ruan Mian said "Oh", and tried to explain himself, "I didn't look for him. I just took a look."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of a key turning in the dormitory door was heard. A second later, the door opened and Bo Yan walked in carrying two small plastic bags.
Before Ruan Mian could say anything, Zhang Tao said, "Hey, speak of the devil, Xiao Ruan is looking for you."
Ruan Mian: “…………”
I didn't, don't talk nonsense!
Bo Yan looked over, his eyes slightly curved, "Looking for me?"
Ruan Mian immediately denied it: "No!"
Fortunately, Bo Yan did not delve into this topic. He placed one of the plastic bags on Ruan Mian's desk. "For breakfast, we have red bean paste buns, sauce-flavored cakes, and soy milk. Do you like it?"
Ruan Mian was stunned, "I didn't ask you to buy me breakfast..."
"I know," Bo Yan interrupted him, speaking naturally, "I was going to buy some, so I brought it to you. Eat it while it's hot."
Ruan Mian paused for two seconds before whispering "thank you".
He originally wanted to ask Bo Yan how much money and transfer it to him via WeChat, but the words that he had been able to say so casually and naturally to Mu before, inexplicably didn't work when it came to Bo Yan.
It seems that if you calculate the money too clearly, you will appear distant.
But it’s obvious that he and Bo Yan are not familiar with each other!
After a while, Ruan Mian convinced himself that it must be because they had been to the haunted house together and Bo Yan had sung to him last night, so they became a little familiar with each other.
So, what he finally said was: "Then I'll treat you to a meal tomorrow morning!"
Bo Yan swallowed a mouthful of porridge, raised the corners of his lips, and replied, "Okay."
Zhang Tao lowered his head and scrolled through his phone. Suddenly he remembered something. He looked up and said in a gossipy tone, "Oh, yeah, let me tell you, I got up at about four in the morning to go to the bathroom last night, and I heard someone taking a shower in the bathroom!"
"So late?" Gu Mengping asked in surprise, "Doesn't that mean we can only take a cold shower?"
The hot water in their public bathroom is limited and is only available from 3pm to 9pm. The rest of the time there is only cold water.
Ruan Mian took a bite of the red bean paste bun and guessed, "Maybe he came back late from playing outside, so he can only take a cold shower?"
Zhang Tao looked at him and said in astonishment: "Xiao Ruan, you are so pure, so pure that I dare not say the rest of the words!"
Ruan Mian blinked blankly again, "What do you mean?"
"That's enough, Zhang Pang," Gu Mengping said with a "tsk tsk" sound, "Don't think that everyone is like you, with a head full of yellow garbage."
"Hey, what are you saying?" Zhang Tao said unconvinced, "How come I have a head full of yellow garbage? Think about it yourself. Looking at our floor, apart from Xiao Ruan and Xiao Bo who look very particular, how many people are really particular? If you really come back late, you don't have to wash in the middle of the night, right?"
Ruan Mian was confused by what he heard. He couldn't help but asked anxiously, "What kind of Tai Chi are you two doing? If you didn't take a cold shower because you came back late, what else could it be?"
Zhang Tao laughed twice more, glanced meaningfully at Ruan Mian's legs, and said with a wink: "Just, maybe you can use your dear left and right hands appropriately to help yourself."
When boys talk about this, it can't be any whiter.
But Ruan Mian didn't even understand.
But before he could fully understand what was going on, a crisp sound suddenly rang out in the dormitory.
“Dang.”
It was like something had fallen to the ground.
Ruan Mian subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound and found that it was Bo Yan who was drinking his porridge well, but for some reason he suddenly dropped his spoon.
The author has something to say: Xiaobo, why did you drop the spoon? Are you feeling guilty?
Arrived half an hour early!
The Chinese New Year hasn't ended yet these two days, and I'm very busy in all three dimensions. I'm typing away whenever I have time QAQ. I'm saying hello in advance, as tomorrow's post will be short, but the day after tomorrow should be long enough!
Then I discussed something with the little cuties. From now on our update time will be fixed at 9 o'clock every night!
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